R Geis - A donkey named Peter

"I could hear Bo calling me… sort of a low howl, and the whining."

"I turned off the light and went to bed naked and tried to sleep, but my hands kept going to my breasts and twisting my nipples. Not a hard twist, just enough to make them tingle and ache and feel funny."

"And then I was on my back, legs up, hands down in my crotch, working away with busy – busy fingers."

"God, how I finger-fucked myself! Two fingers in and out as fast as I could move them. I guess I was unconsciously trying to imitate Bo's speed."

"But I missed his warmth and big, strong body and the feel of his fur, and the way he panted with his tongue lolling out and the way he licked me. And the way he responded to me, the way his big brown eyes followed me everywhere."

"But even using my finger – two of them jabbing deep into my cunt – I still had a tremendous orgasm. I closed my eyes and had a vision – Bo fucking me with that long, hot, wet pink candle of a cock of his – and I came like lightning hit my guts."

"It left me gasping and shaking. And I heard him out there in the dark, calling to me. And I wanted to go to him."

"I fought it a little. I loved him and I knew he needed me. But I was afraid of myself. I was afraid I'd offer myself to him. It was weird. But a sex-ridden, all-mixed-up fifteen-year-old girl can get so emotionally screwed up sometimes, it isn't funny. My whole life was greyhounds, racing, and my dad (and he was impossible to talk to… he was like a hermit almost; he never talked to me). I was in isolation, didn't have any girl friends or boyfriends, and kept a lot to myself… All I had was Bo."

"So I lay in bed with my fists clenched trying not to hear him. And my belly was itching again and I was rubbing my thighs tight together and my breasts were getting a hot feeling."

"Finally I just started crying and got up and put on an old robe (an old robe deliberately) and went out to him."

"The other dogs smelled me, too, and they snuffled around in their runs and houses and barked some, too. But Bo had a special voice. I could tell his call every time."

"I let myself into his run and locked the gate. He seemed to sense this was different than during the day when Dad or someone else was around and he had to behave."

"He pranced around me, whining eagerly, smelling me, his nose sort of flexing and wet in the dark, his paws making patterings on the hard-packed earth."

"I said, 'Hi, Bo. Your mommy's here.' I knelt down on the ground and took his long, muscular neck in my arms. I kissed his sleek head and whispered in his ear."

"He started trembling in my arms and rolled his eyes and his rump started to wriggle and bob up and down."

"'Ohhh, does April's Boy have a yen?' He was whining loudly. I stroked his back and side and slid my hand down under to his upcurving belly and back to his loins."

"It was out, all right. The minute he felt the touch of my fingers he started jabbing the air."

"I took my hand away. 'Don't you want to lick my breasts, Bo?' I opened my robe and exposed my breasts. I took his head in my hands and guided him."

"He snuffled at my breasts and then his tongue fell out of his mouth and slurped up over my left breast."

"It sent shivers through me. I petted him. I cupped my left breast and offered it to him again. He licked it again. My nipple felt like a Fourth of July sparkler! 'Oh, good boy, good boy…'"

"He got the idea I liked it. He kept on licking with that long, warm, groovy tongue."

"I leaned back to make it easier for him to lick, and then I was flat on my back on the ground and he was standing over me, his long neck reaching down to me, his tongue slurping over my naked breasts, leaving a trail of saliva all over and I just let him lick me where he wanted."

"I was in a kind of dizzy spell. I was sort of paralyzed. I couldn't seem to move."

"He licked closer and closer to my crotch. Then he snorted and snuffled and his tongue sort of slurped right into my crotch, right into the juices."

"Talk about electrifying sensations! Talk about dreadful delight! My head was swimming. My heart was going thunk-thunk-thunk! My guts were icky with scaredness, and his saliva was cooling, drying on my breasts and belly and his tongue was lapping in my crotch, slapping up against my cunt!"

"My legs opened up all by themselves. He was dragging that long, wet, silky-rough tongue up into my crotch again and again, right over the lips of my cunt, tasting my juices and liking it, I guess. He was snuffling loud and putting that cold wet nose down in there, too."

"I think my clitoris was sticking out like a sore thumb because his tongue was grazing over the tip of it. Jesus Christ, what a screamy-creamy feeling! My ass lifted off the ground each time he slithered that tongue up my slit. I was frazzling."

"I mean I was coming! He kept up that licking there for a minute or two and I was in orgasm every second."

"Then he broke and ran around me in small circles, barking and whining. His cock was sticking out like a poker under him."

"I just laid there and was dizzy. It was like a dream."

"I called him to me. He came and lowered his head and licked my face. I laughed and petted him and pulled him around so I could get my hands on his cock."

"He pranced and stepped on my chest and then got one hind foot next to my head and one hind foot next to my right armpit."

"He was right over me! I got my right hand around that long, moist, red cylinder of a cock and put my other hand on his back to steady him and keep him in position, and he started fucking my fist."

"I was looking right up at it. He was hunched, his ass down, jabbing away – right in front of my face."

"It was like looking down the barrel of a cannon. I knew when he shot off, it would go all over my face and get in my hair and everything."

"But I didn't care. He was so exciting to watch! His ass was working so fast. That thin, long cock was moving in my fist like a piston. He was so alive, so eager, so basic and unrestrained. God, I loved him! He never held back – not in a race, not in his love for me, and not in enjoying sex."

"I wanted a man like Bo. I guess Bo spoiled me for men for a long time."

"That swelling started to build up in his cock, like a big egg forming halfway down, getting thicker and thicker and rounder and bulgier, till it was like a kind of hilt that stopped my fist from sliding down his cock any farther. But there was still about four inches in front of that swelling knot. A greyhound is a big dog, and he has a long cock, altogether, when it's all slid out."

"Anyway… I felt the first pulse in his cock and the first shot hit me in the throat. It was like a soft bullet – I could really feel it hit. And then it was shooting all over! Two or three times a second!"

"Now this'll turn you off – but I got some right in the mouth… yeah, right square into my mouth so it was way back in my throat almost, right on my tongue so I got a good taste of it."

"Well, you know, I'm – I've sucked off a lot of guys… I swallow their semen – my husband's semen all the time now. I dig it. They each taste a little different."

"But Bo tasted sort of bitter, like creamy pickle. And it made me gag and spit and almost vomit. I rolled over and drooled saliva and made ugly noises… I wanted to be sick."

"But the taste stayed in my mouth and I finally got up on my feet and let myself out of his run and stumbled back into the house and got a bottle of wine out of the refrigerator and took two or three big swigs of it."

"That killed the taste and I went in and took a shower and washed my hair."

"The funny thing was by the time I was in bed again I was giggling over it and I went to sleep like a rock."

"Things were okay for another couple weeks. But I started having dreams. Very vivid, real dreams – about Bo. I kept seeing him jumping in the window and jumping up on the bed – in my dreams. And I was shameless. I pulled him down under the covers next to me and pressed up against him. He was very warm and I hugged him and I was naked against him."