R Geis - A donkey named Peter

One of the healthy, admirable things about today's youth is its honesty, especially in relation to sex.

And among the most open and candid of young people today are those generally described as "hippies."

It is my good fortune to know a number of them and to be trusted by them.

I do not deliberately seek out sex histories from them, but in long hours of talking about every subject imaginable, sex always comes up and often we will bare our "secrets."

So it was when I talked with April about love in general and how it can exist in the strangest places and between the unlikeliest people.

The point arose that we are all animals and that a deeply emotional love could (and often does) exist between an animal and a human, and that it would not be unusual or unbelievable for there to be a sexual element involved.

Dr. John F. Trimble agrees with this. In Female Bestiality he writes: "In my opinion, most authorities seem to overlook the fact that, in the case of domestic pets, the very reason for having the pet is to have something alive that one can dominate and love in a purely selfish (although sometimes apparently unselfish) manner. The person bestows affection on the animal, and where affection is possible, so is physical response and stimulus."

Roger Blake, in his Beauty/Beast, Vol 1, mentions: "… I have run across some cases of female bestiality where a very loving and affectionate relationship has been inculcated for both the mistress and her dog."

April nodded and frankly told me of a sexual thing she had going for a while with her dog, a full-grown greyhound, when she was still living with her dad on their farm where they raised and raced a stable of dogs at the Oregon, Mexican, and Montana tracks.

She was fifteen at the time. She is now eighteen, living with two young men as their wife and is apparently quite happy and content.

She agreed to let me tape her story and to put it into a book if the opportunity arose. Of course April is not her real name.

"When Mom died, Dad sort of threw himself into making the farm go and I guess I did, too. We lived and breathed greyhounds and races and training. I went to sleep with dogs barking a few feet from my window and woke up at dawn with them barking at the sunrise and wanting breakfast."

"I was fifteen and I was itchy for sex but I didn't know it. I had hot flashes and I was always squirming around in bed and masturbating like mad before going to sleep, but I was a dope, I just didn't think it was unusual. I guess it wasn't unusual, actually. I was mature for my age. I had my growth, as they say, by the time I was thirteen and that's about the time I started masturbating like a mink."

"I didn't know it was 'bad.' It felt pretty damn good to me. Physically, I needed a boy to fuck the shit out of me, but I didn't know any, really, I didn't. We were on the go almost all the time, driving up to Oregon for the track season or over to Montana or down to the tracks across the border… and I met lots of men – shit, they were drooling all over me – but I was scared of them and I was a silly virgin… you know how it goes."

"And I had to take care of Dad – he limped around with that short leg from the accident – and I had to take care of the dogs…"

"My special dog was April's Boy. That was his official name for racing. I just called him Bo. He was mine, heart and soul. He loved me and I loved him. He had the biggest, widest, brownest eyes you ever looked into. He was so sleek and beautiful. He was handsome!"

"I loved to hug him – I went out at night and went into his private run and just hugged him! He was so warm and vibrant! So full of energy and life!"

"He didn't win often. He could have – he had all kinds of speed, but he couldn't learn to cut right on the turns. He'd be ahead going into a turn and lose it all on the outside. Then he'd get up on the finish, but always be third or fourth. It was heartbreaking. He tried so hard. I cried like a baby when he came so close."

"I guess the sex part started one night after I had been masturbating like crazy for about an hour. I would get absolutely wild from fingering myself off half a dozen times. I just got hotter and hotter, squirming around… my nipples stuck out a mile, I was so worked up. Then and my clitoris. The more I rubbed it the bigger and harder it got. Finally it was almost too sensitive to touch. I just lay there in bed shivering and itching and wanting a man's cock in me so bad… but afraid to try it for fear of getting pregnant and having a messy affair and being some guy's property."

"I was thinking in straight, square terms then. And none of the men I knew appealed to me as husband material."

"So I rubbed myself off all the time and thought about my prince charming with a hard six or seven inches who was a millionaire who would find me and marry me."

"The sex thing with Bo started one night on the farm after we got back from a three-week run in Mexico. I started masturbating to get rid of some sex tension that had built up and I got myself all wet and juicy and I came off about five times, but it wasn't enough. I was thinking more and more about sticking a banana or something up in me and fucking myself, just to feel something up where the itch really was."

"As you can see, I'm a kind of chubby girl with nice fat legs and a nice fat ass. Also I've got a really nice pair on me. Talking into a tape recorder like this is fun… no one's going to know my real name or where we live, so I can really level and be flat-out honest."

"So – you're going to let this bit get into the book, too? Why not? If I don't talk too much? I guess you'll cut out what you don't want, huh?"

"To get back to what I was yakking about – good old sex – can we play it back?"

"Okay, yeah. A lot of teenage girls masturbate a lot, a helluva lot more than most people think. It's so easy after you get the hang of it, and these days with sex education and anatomy and books all around, a girl learns all about her body, especially the clitoris and what it's for."

"So, I was rolling my clitoris around under my finger, in the soup that accumulates in me down there when I'm hot and I started sliding my finger into my vagina, too, as far as I could."

"I was technically a virgin because I hadn't been fucked yet, but my hymen was gone from all the fingering I'd done in there."

"I was working myself up good again in bed that night, one finger going in and out and the middle finger of my other hand rubbing away on my clitoris. I was laying there naked, knees wide, panting away, staring up at the dark ceiling."

"It still wasn't good enough, though. So I tried two fingers inside. It was a different sensation and I went off again. But that itch continued in a really heavy way. My whole vagina felt… well, I was aware of it. I could feel the whole length of it in my belly, reaching up inside me, like a… like the inside surface of it was sensitive. I know girls aren't supposed to be able to feel anything in the vagina, but I swear I did. Still do, actually. There's got to be some nerves in the lining."

"And I had this special itch way up at the top in my belly."

"Then I heard Bo out in his yard, whining and barking, like he was calling me. He kept it up seemed like for hours. And I couldn't get to sleep. I tossed and turned and my mind kept ticking away and my belly glowed inside and Bo kept whimpering…"

"Finally, I put on a robe and went out to see Bo. I could hear him whining. I was naked under the robe, and barefoot, but it was a hot night and dry."