R Geis - A donkey named Peter

"During the months that we were training him to fuck properly, Marsha was at first awfully embarrassed. She still is around people we aren't swinging with. She can't really open up and be natural about herself and Khan except with me and other 'doggie training' devotees we've found."

"She couldn't look at me at first when Khan mounted her. She blushed all over, but that passed. Soon she was making jokes, and hugging him and encouraging him unselfconsciously."

"I suppose she relaxed because I was as interested in it as she. My psychology – I'm not sure why I like to see Khan fuck Marsha. I love her and I think it's partly wanting her to have all the enjoyment and pleasure she can. Partly it's doing the unconventional. Partly it's… I suppose there's an element of masochism and self-hate and hate for Marsha – to see her being fucked and licked by a dog. Not much, though. I've always been an individualist and never did accept the puritan ethic and the 'Public Morality.'"

"It's hard to tell what really motivates Marsha. She likes thrills. She likes to live full blast, but with discretion. She'll try almost anything, but not exhibitionistically. Showing off, with an audience, is not her can of beans."

"On the other hand, we've been to get-togethers where the hostess and host put on shows for the guests. These were swinger parties, you understand, but even so…"

"Before I get back to our experiences with Khan, let me tell you about a couple out in the Valley. They have a huge mastiff named Caesar – funny how the big dogs automatically seem to be named with 'big' names I like Caesar, King, Khan, Rex, Prince, Duke, and so on. Well, they really are noble-appearing animals."

"This mastiff is the biggest damn dog in the world. Like a small pony, you'd swear. He measured thirty-eight inches at the shoulder and they told us he weighed as much as his owner – which is one hundred eighty-four pounds. THAT is one helluva dog. Especially when you consider that the man's wife is only five-two."

"This actually happened. You can ask Marsha if it didn't. In fact, we're supposed to go to their place again this weekend. We probably will, too, just to see that brute go to work on them both."

"Yes, indeed. Caesar fucks them both. The guy likes to take it in the rear like he was a bitch – down on all fours. Right in the middle of their sunken living room. And they don't mind if you bring along your camera and take some pictures."

"Hey, I've got some I can show you, if you'd like, of them. I don't know if Marsha will agree to let me show you the ones we have of her and Khan."

"They have a big round hassock they use. The woman – her name is Doreen – lays on it on her back. It's just the, right height for her and Caesar."

"The first time Marsha and I went to their place there were two other couples besides ourselves. No one brought their dog – dogs have trouble accepting other dogs in scenes like that: they get into jealousy and territoriality and all kinds of confusion. Three or four big male dogs in an apartment like ours, for instance – it'd never work. One dog to a party is the rule."

"Caesar is a beautifully behaved animal. And beautiful to see, too: he's a golden brown, with a massive chest and heavy legs. He radiates power with every line, every move."

"After drinks and some talk, the conversation at swinger parties always gets around to sex and usually the unusual variety."

"Marsha and I were inhibited in talking about ourselves and Khan, but the other couples were very open… the talk was down-to-earth: tips on how to train a dog to lick a woman properly. To mount her, to keep him calm, to slow him down and make him last."

"Then there were some straight swinger pairings. That's almost automatic. I was approached by the hostess and asked if I would like to play with her in the bedroom."

"She – Doreen – is small, as I've said, and slim – most men would call her downright skinny. Her hipbones are prominent, and she has thin legs, so there is a wide gap between her thighs at the crotch. Her breasts aren't much – almost nonexistent; little fried-egg things with small pinched nipples. One thing unusual about her: she has a big, wide, thick muff of blonde pubic hair."

"We went into her bedroom and started kissing. She said she didn't like intercourse with men who wouldn't 'plug' her in the rear."

"I told her I'd done it a few times and it was okay."

"That was a go signal. She became very erotic and said she needed a good 'fuck in the ass' to warm her up for Caesar."

"She squirmed all over me and started mouthing my penis once I had my pants off. She had stripped right away – she had had on a pair of gold hotpants and a blue bulky knit pullover sweater. All she had to do was pull off the sweater and push down the hotpants and she was naked."

"She smelled nice – great perfume – and so I started licking her in imitation of a dog – right between her wide-spaced thighs – right on the hairy lips of her vulva. It wasn't much fun – I prefer a woman who shaves her pubes or who has very little natural hair, like Marsha."

"But Doreen could use her mouth with great skill. She didn't like to take much more than the head of my penis, but she could do it all exquisitely with her tongue and lips and inner cheeks and palate."

"When I was erect she presented her buttocks to me. 'Put some spit on it and plough right in,' she said."

"I put fingerloads of saliva on the end of my penis, then between her cheeks, on her anus. I pushed a wet finger into her there and she was tight but easily expandable."

"She said, 'Do anything you want to me there.'"

"I slid my finger in and out of her anus. It was smooth and snug and slippery. I pressed in another fingertip, then the rest of the finger. She said she loved it. I finger-fucked her for a minute."

"I asked if she took Caesar there, too. She said she took him wherever he entered – he didn't know the difference and he did it in whatever hole he got into first. She said she loved it whichever it was."

"I got into her anus with my penis after that, but didn't come in her. I quit after about ten minutes and she offered to suck me off. I said no, I'd wait till later."

"She was pretty well aroused. I went into the bathroom to wash off my penis, and she went out into the living room, stark naked."

"When I entered the living room she was sitting on the round hassock in the center of the sunken room with a young woman, a wife of one of the men, kneeling with her head between Doreen's skinny, wide-open thighs, eating her… wetly and noisily."

"The girl was rather lovely and had long black hair. It surprised me that she would do that, with an audience. But she acted drunk. Her husband wasn't too happy about it, but he pretended not to care."

"Then Doreen's husband brought Caesar in from their backyard."

"Everybody took a quick breath. That brute is big, and he walks like a lion – kind of loose, don't-give-a-damn swagger. He came in on the end of a thick leather leash and his large blunt head, with that mastiff jowl and muzzle and heavy dewlaps, was high and alert."

"Caesar saw Doreen on the hassock and trembled like a switch had been thrown. He pulled on the leash to get to her."

"But Bill – Doreen's husband – said, 'Heel,' and Caesar obeyed instantly. But his nostrils were flaring. He was inhaling all the smells in the room. He stood, eager, at Bill's side, about ten feet from where Doreen lay getting eaten. He moved his paws anxiously."

"Doreen saw him, of course, and said, 'Hello, Caesar. I'm getting ready for you.'"

"It's always surprised me a little how directly and intimately women talk to their dogs – especially to big dogs, and especially when those big dogs are their occasional or frequent sex partners. They talk as equals, as if the dog understood them. Sometimes they even talked as inferiors, as slaves."