R Geis - A donkey named Peter

"So I turned around and calmed him down and petted him and then went to my closet and put on an old leather jacket I had. It felt cold and clammy on my bare skin – it was unlined – but it would protect my back. I left the front open and got back on the bed where Bo was sitting, panting, grinning, his tongue lolling, waiting."

"I got into position again on hands and knees, my bare ass hanging out, and he right away jumped up on me from behind."

"It worked – the jacket worked fine – he could get a hold in it with his paws and didn't slip off me."

"And he seemed to know I had put on the jacket for his benefit and that I wanted more fucking. He kept on trying to find my hole again."

"And he finally hit gold! He popped into me again, and he gave a little yipping bark of delight. And this time he didn't pull back too far and lose it."

"All I knew was sparkles and stars. He had that hot rod all the way in and was humping like a piston. I was electrified. He was like a spear up in my belly and it was reaching some place very special. The itch spot was getting rubbed and thumped real good."

"I was kneeling there on my bed, my head hanging down, my big breasts hanging down, wobbling with the movement of his fast bumps up against my ass, gasping and panting while wonderful Bo was panting over me, doing his little dance on the bed, and fucking me like mad all the while."

"It was all so frantic and quick! Bo didn't know anything but machine-gun speed. It was just incredible. The first few seconds scared the shit out of me. I was afraid of getting hurt inside or something, because he was really in me! I'd never felt anything in that far! And being fucked for the first time that fast – all out – was almost terrifying."

"And getting fucked by a dog – an animal – even a loved animal – was kind of a shocker, too. I really loved him and I knew dogs better than I knew people. I knew Bo better than I knew my own dad. Dad hardly ever spoke to me. But still – I knew it was a perverty thing. Not exactly normal."

"So it took me a while to get used to it all. I mean, it took me about three or four fucks that way before I got so I could relax and enjoy it a lot."

"Bo didn't shoot off in me that first time. I got scared – I thought I heard Dad getting up and I stopped it. I made Bo calm down and held him in my arms to keep him from trying to mount me and making those loud half-barks."

"I listened hard but the house was quiet. I finally put on a robe and crept down the hall and looked in on Dad. He was in that drugged sleep, quiet, long, deep breathing. I can tell."

"So I went back to my room, and played with Bo – let him fuck off in my fist, and got him to lick my cunt some more. But my insides felt a little bit sore, and I decided to wait a few days."

"But I could hardly wait, after that night. I was all creamy inside, and hot. But I forced myself to wait till the small irritation inside went away."

"So two nights later I made sure Dad was zonked out and then brought Bo inside to my room. He was eager – he knew what we were going to do. I had to shush him because he was so excited he started to bark impatiently a couple times."

"I got naked and put on the leather jacket first, even before I let him lick me. God, how he loved to lick my cunt! And how I loved to have him do it! I opened up for him and pulled my slit open with both hands – everything was exposed – all juicy and ready – and he slurped out that long, wet, slab of rough pink velvet and lapped away…"

"You've got to believe I came in a minute. My clitoris was getting the full treatment. I was whining almost like he was."

"The more he licked at me the more hot I got. I had an orgasm and that started the itch in my belly, somewhere under my belly button. Then I had another orgasm and my whole pelvis was glowing. Boy, did I want to get fucked."

"I guess when you're a kid a half-crazy, neurotic girl like I was… still am, too, I guess – you sort of lose touch with the world – with what's really right and proper. Things seem right to you that practically everybody else would throw up over."

"I didn't really think what I did with Bo was so terrible. It didn't hurt me, physically, or emotionally. It's supposed to, I guess, but I don't think it did."

"Come right down to it, you know, I think I just needed love then… and Bo loved me, and I needed to give love, and I focused on Bo… and I think the physical sex part wasn't as important as maybe it seems."

"Oh, shit, I don't care! I dug it! I might as well level. I enjoyed it. I mean, once I got used to it, and Bo got the hang of fucking me, it was terrific. It was so wild it sends shivers through me now."

"No man in the world can fuck a girl like a big dog, if he's trained right, and there's love in it. That sounds crazy, I guess. But I think it's true, and I'm not just copping out. It's not just an excuse."

"Anyway… that night I turned over again and he got up onto me from behind, and jabbed away for a few seconds, looking for the right place… and I finally reached under and back and took his cock in my fingers – Jesus, it was so wet and hot and stiff! – and I aimed it and he plugged into me."

"He was so excited he lost it… and I reached under and did it again. I got about ten seconds of fast, hard thumping, with that rod going up into me like a bullet each time."

"It took my breath away, and I was a little scared again. An animal – a dog – is so unrestrained! He's very basic. Ruthless."

"Anyway, I had to reach under and grab his cock and point it right, about a dozen times. And the last few times he got hip… he waited for me to put it in the right place. He was learning!"

"But I didn't let him shoot in me that night. I was getting sore way up inside again. It was a mixed feeling tenderness and pleasure. I had the feeling if I let him go ahead I might come, but the pain would get too keen, too. But we fucked a lot longer, that second time, and I knew it was just a matter of getting used to having him fuck me that deep and that fast."

"So I waited five days before doing it again. And then six days after that, and the night finally came when I knew I was ready to go all the way and let him fuck me all he wanted."

"I knew I could take him. I wasn't afraid. I made damn sure Dad was doped up with his two or three heavy barbs."

"I went into his room and shook him to see if I could wake him. He was like a warm corpse. I even half-yelled in his ear. He only frowned and turned over. I was safe."

"I went out and got Bo. He scampered around me on the way to the house, snuffling at my robe, trying to wedge his head in between my legs. I had to push him away and whisper, 'Not yet, darling.'"

"I went into the kitchen first, and he followed. I got some leftover gravy from the refrigerator and started it heating in a sauce pan."

"I had a weird, perverty idea. I knelt on the floor and whispered sweet, soft words to Bo and petted him. He tried to push his head between my thighs and I let him. I leaned against the stove and opened my legs and let him lick my slit. He trembled and whined as he did. It got me hot in a minute."

"When the gravy was warm, but not hot, I took it into my bedroom and Bo followed eagerly. He could smell it."

"I took off my robe and put on the leather jacket and let it hang fully open. My big breasts kept it open, too."

"I smeared some warm gravy on my breasts and called to Bo. I was sitting on the edge of the bed. I sank down to my knees. He whined happily and started licking the smeared gravy."

"It was wild. I leaned back against the side of the bed and stuck my cheat out and let him lick me clean. Then I smeared my breasts again… and again… He licked endlessly, willingly. My nipples were on fire and my whole breasts felt like warm balloons."