R Geis - A donkey named Peter

"He didn't need any urging to put his narrow muzzle down into my crotch. I stood up and sat on the edge of the bed again and opened my legs wide for him."

"Bo snorted and snuffled and pushed his snout right in, deep between my thighs and started working his tongue on my slit."

"I wanted more contact. I pulled my legs up till my knees were pressing against my chest. My cunt was wide open to his tongue."

"He slithered his big long tongue all over me there, licking and dragging it over my protruding clitoris till I was moaning – it was sparkles of pure pleasure."

"I couldn't stand it any more, after about four or five minutes of it. I got up in the middle of the bed and knelt in position for fucking."

"I didn't have to call Bo. He jumped up right away and his long poker was sticking out. He climbed up with his front paws on my back – in the jacket – and his tail was swishing back and forth, wagging, and he knew to wait till I reached under him and guided his cock."

"I was breathing fast and deep. I was still a little queasy in my guts, every time he got into position and poked that rod so far up into me."

"But I wanted it! And I got it!"

"Jesus, the shock of that thing going in the first time, no matter how juicy and worked up I was, was something! It always hurt some, and my insides sort of spasmed."

"But Bo didn't care about me. He was a fucking machine once he got inside. He loved the feel of my cunt inside."

"Christ, I can't get over how fast he could fuck. It took my breath away. But that long cock of his sliding in and out so quick was a turn-on for me, too. That sensation of being penetrated – that rod slamming way up into my belly like that, pounding away like mad against that spot – the uterus or cervix, I guess… it just about turned my brain to jelly."

"Bo wasn't perfect. He kept losing me and I had to reach under all the time and put him back in. But even with all that – shit, I had me an orgasm that just about turned me inside out."

"That furry sheath at the base of his naked cock kept rubbing and bumping against my open slit as he fucked me. It tickled the hell out of my clitoris. That drove me crazy – and at the same time all that pink rod was driving into me like he was churning butter… yeah, he was churning my butter all right!"

"It only took me a minute to make it. From all that licking he had done beforehand – I was primed."

"I was panting and waggling my ass and damn near screaming, it was so good. And then I felt that knot start to swell up in his cock… and it was in me!"

"I guess you've heard the story about how a dog can get stuck in another dog if the knot gets big inside the bitch. And the idea is it can happen to a woman if a big dog is fucking her and he gets scared or something and the knot swells up and he can't pull out."

"That's bullshit – at least as far as a woman is concerned. First of all, the swelling isn't that big. It hurts a woman who isn't used to taking a big man, but that knot can't get stuck in her. It'll only stretch her, and if she's hysterical, too, it might cause her to freeze and clamp down, which could hurt even more – but the dog could still pull out."

"So when I felt the knot forming in Bo's cock it didn't scare me. As a matter of fact – it started to feel extra good – like a kind of big French tickler. It popped in and out of me and rubbed my clitoris going in and out. It was a weird sensation, that knot going in and out of me, and the end of his cock reaching all the way up in me – and then some!"

"It's an experience, getting royally fucked like that by a big, loving dog like Bo. But I guess just the thought of it would blow most girls' minds."

"Anyway, Bo was really working hard – fucking me like a maniac, and getting ready to shoot off in me. He was growling and whimpering all at once, and prancing around behind my ass while he plowed into me."

"I was getting up into orgasm country again, very fast. It surprised me and made me feel really perverty to make it twice, because it was proof I really dug getting screwed by a dog. The first orgasm you could say was sheer excitement and the novelty and mostly psychological. But the second time was the convincer. And I was getting that hot fluttery feeling in my belly and everything was tightening up."

"I went off just after Bo started shooting. I could feel that stuff squirting out in my cunt, up inside, it shot out of him so fast and hard."

"I didn't care – I was making it, too, and that stuff made the fucking sort of sweeter and more intense."

"Then Bo was finished and off me. He just wasn't interested anymore. He jumped off the bed, grinning, and snuffling around, looking for a place to sleep, I guess."

"I just sort of slowly folded down flat on the bed, with that stuff of his dribbling out of me, running down my thighs."

"I was numb in the brain and sparkling in my belly, and sore in there and sore around the entrance, too, from the way his knot had been rammed in and out so fast and hard."

"But I didn't regret it, then. I don't now, either. I really don't."

"After a few minutes I went into the bathroom and washed up. Then I put on my robe and took Bo out to his run and locked him in."

"I had to change the top blanket. It was too wet and icky in spots. I put the pan of gravy back in the refrigerator."

"Sure, a week later I got hot pants again and went out and brought Bo inside. And we did it again and I came three times."

"The next time was three days later and I couldn't get enough. I started to think about training some of the other dogs, too. I was kind of crazy. I was sex-mad."

"My affair with Bo lasted almost six months after that first good fuck with him. We never got caught."

"But then – poor Bo got killed. It was a fluke thing… he got out of his run one time when I was in town – he dug his way out – and I guess he went off to look for me."

"Some stupid kid out hunting in the hills shot him. Said he thought Bo was a deer. Bullshit! He just wanted to kill something – just wanted to aim and shoot something alive."

"I was heartbroken. It was a crisis for me. Dad put me into a boarding school to 'straighten me out.' And I gradually got back to normal. Anyway, I ran away and came out here and started mixing with people."

"I met Tom and started shacking with him, and Phil joined us, and I've got all kinds of friends now and a place in the world. I'm about normal, I guess."

"I don't think I'll ever make it with a dog again, though. I don't think I'll ever get that close to a dog again, or need a dog's love and affection that much."

"Bo was my whole life for nearly a year. I still puddle up and cry sometimes when I'm blue and I think about him."

The phenomenon of couples, almost always men and their wives, almost always in their late twenties on up to the fifties, training dogs (usually big dogs) for sexual purposes, is both fascinating and disturbing.

Such activity is minimal, and secret, and it exists almost exclusively in the "swinger" area of middle-income, bored, mate-swapping, jaded, thrill-seeking people in large cities and their suburbs.

In Beauty/Beast, Vol 1, Roger Blake supports this view: "From my own research among swingers and wife-swappers who have sex-parties today, some of which are almost on a par with the fabled Roman Orgy, bestial acts are the latest in fad. During the ten or more years that swinging and mate-swapping have become so widespread and popular (almost paralleling the 'sexual revolution'), I have noticed that they always seem to be looking for something different. It seems, at times, that many of them are obsessed by what they feel is 'the attractiveness of evil.'"