Orgasm And Bestiality
Interviewer: How long have you had this fondness for animals, Carla?
Carla: Well, I've always liked animals but I never gave them a sexual thought until I was on my own. When I was a kid I never had a pet even though I had wanted one so badly. Now that I'm working, I can afford whatever animal I want. And I've found out that they can be great with the sex action, too.
Interviewer: But don't you prefer a man for sexual relations?
Carla: No, I tried that and it didn't work. Men can't be trusted. Now, you take an animal, any kind of animal, and if it doesn't like you, you find out about it. And it won't stick around trying to be nice if it doesn't really care about you. Not even for food. Hell, an animal can always find a hand-out.
Interviewer: I see. But how does his apply to men?
Carla: A man just wants to fuck you. So he stays around and gives you flowers and tells you he loves you. Just so he can take his prick and shove it up your cunt. And after he's done that a couple of times and he finds out there's nothing special about your hole he pushes on to new pussies.
Interviewer: But not all men are like that, are they?
Carla: Maybe not. But every single damned one of them that I've ever run into has been. You want to hear about the first one? The guy who busted my cherry?
Interviewer: Yes.
Carla: I was sixteen and never been kissed. Maybe because my braces didn't come off till then. Anyway, I started dating a bastard named John. He was a good-looking guy, I have to admit that. And one of the most popular in the whole school. I mean like all the females in the joint were always sniffing around him. I could tell that if they ever got him alone they wouldn't waste a minute before they shucked off their panties.
Oh, I'll admit I felt the same queer way about him. He had a lot of magic or something. Sex appeal and all that. But I knew that I didn't want to lose my cherry just yet, and not to a cherry snatcher like him. You know what a cherry snatcher is?
Interviewer: Not exactly.
Carla: He's a guy who makes a real thing out of being the first with a girl as far as fucking. He just loves the feel of that little old cherry breaking in two. But I didn't want to be just another broad to him. So the first time he asked me for a date I turned him down.
Initerviewer: Didn't you want to go out with him?
Carla: You bet your sweet ass I did. But I didn't want to jump at the chance the same way every other girl did. For all the good it did me.
Interviewer: Well what happened?
Carla: The second time he asked me I said all right. So he told me he was going to pick me up at eight the following night. He showed, and we went to a movie. He held my hand and all that but he didn't really try to get fresh. At least not in the movie.
After it was over we went out for some pizza. And all the time he was giving me this big snow job, telling me how special I was and all kinds of shit like that. And I fell for it. I really believed that he thought I was different. By the time the pizza came I was in love and after we finished eating it I would have done anything he asked me to.
Interviewer: Even though you had resolved to be different from the rest of his girls?
Carla: Shit, that was his whole line. He had me convinced that I was different. By the time he was done with me I thought I was special, not like any girl he had ever fucked before.
Interviewer: What happened next?
Carla: On the way home he stopped by the school parking lot. It was woody and all the kids went there to park. I knew what was coming but he had me so convinced that he had never done anything like that with any other girl that I didn't mind it at all.
Once we were there with the motor turned off he started making a real play for me. Not that I needed much persuasion by them. He started kissing me and running his tongue in and out of my mouth. It felt so good that my body just melted against his. I was putty in his hands.
He started playing with my tits, rubbing and squeezing them until my nipples were as hard as rocks. I think it was then that I started getting a feeling in my cunt. I could feel the juice start to flow and my whole body was getting ready for his cock to ram into me. And all the time his hands were all over my body he kept on telling me how much he loved me and shit like that.
Interviewer: Then you did have intercourse with him that night?
Carla: Yep. I was making little moany noises; I just couldn't help myself. So he started rubbing my cunt. That did it. Just as soon as his fingers touched my pussy I was done for. He pushed aside my panties and his fingers touched my bare flesh and I loved it. As soon as he felt the dampness in my cunt he must have known that I was more than ready. He pulled my panties down and stretched me out on the seat of the car.
I got kind of scared as he pulled my legs apart but his lips were sucking on my tits so I wasn't really noticing too much else. Then he took his cock out of his pants. I had never seen one all hard like that and I thought it was kind of nice looking. I could see the veins standing out and everything.
When he plunged it into me it hurt at first. But as he started working it in and out I felt a kind of glow go through me.
Interviewer: Did you see how many times after that?
Carla: Are you kidding? Once he had my cherry he didn't give a shit about me. And I made a damned fool of myself, too.
Interviewer: How?
Carla: I chased him. He kept on ignoring me so I finally called him and asked him what was wrong. I reminded him how he had told me he loved me and how different I was from all his other girls.
Interviewer: What did he say?
Carla: Oh, he just laughed at me. He told me that he couldn't believe I had actually believed him. I felt like such an ass when I burst into tears. But I hung up so that he couldn't hear me. After that I never wanted anything to do with another boy again. And I haven't.
Interviewer: But you did enjoy the sex?
Carla: Sure. But if it meant going through a lot of shit and having my heart broken once a week, nothing would make me go through that.
Interviewer: But surely you must know of men who aren't like that. What was your father like?
Carla: Oh, he was just great. I guess I saw him once a week. The rest of the time he was out on a drunk. And before he got too drunk to fuck he did a lot of that, too. I must have ten half-brothers and sisters back home that I know of, and I don't know how many that I don't. hiterviewer: You mean you have never met a man you could trust?
Carla: Now you're getting the idea. Hell, they are all the same, every single one of them. Oh, some of them hide it well, like the married ones who don't screw around. But you can bet they'd like to if they didn't have a wife at home. Enough of them are always giving me the old once-over at work.
Interviewer: But as far as you know have any of them actually committed adultery?
Carla: Every one of them. At least in their minds. And that's enough for me. Hell, even guys who have been married a week look around.
Interviewer: But that's only natural.
Carla: Maybe it is. All I know is that I don't want any part of it. And I'm not taking any shit off any man. I don't need to.
Interviewer: I see. Tell me, how did your involvement with animals begin?
Carla: I've always liked having all kinds of animals around. When I was living at home there wasn't enough money to feed us, much less a dog so I couldn't have any. As soon as I got a place of my own I made sure I could have as many pets as I wanted to. So I rented a small house instead of an apartment. It doesn't have a pool or any of that, but at least I can keep all my pets here.
Interviewer: Yes. Well what I meant was, how did your sexual involvement with them begin?
Carla: I like sex but I don't like men. And I don't like women either. So that left it all up to me to get rid of all my sex drive. I used to play around with my cunt all the time and I got so that I would come easy as pie. I would start out rubbing my clit and then finger myself until I got all my rocks off.
Interviewer: Yes, but the animals?
Carla: I started out getting a kitten. It was real cute and furry and small. Now he's a ten-pound cat and I can't believe how he's grown. Anyway, one day I was lying in bed, my legs spread wide and my finger up my hole. The cat walked in and just jumped on the bed. I didn't pay any attention to him at first. Hell, I was too busy with other things, like beating off.
Interviewer: Yes, I think I understand. Go on.
Carla: Before I realized what was going on I felt all this fur between my legs. The cat had a lot of long hair and it felt good there between my thighs. I stopped fingering myself for a few minutes and lay there with my legs spread wide open. The cat headed for my cunt like it Was filled with cream.
Interviewer: You mean the cat was interested in you sexually?
Carla: Well I don't think he was thinking along those lines, if cats think. He just wanted to see what was going on down there in my fur patch; he was curious.
Interviewer: I see. Exactly what happened?
Carla: He found out. He crawled up to my cunt and saw all my juice flowing out so he began to lick it up. He started out between my thighs, licking off the cream that had leaked out along with the bit of sweat. Then he smelled all the juice inside me and explored some more.
Interviewer: And you enjoyed it?
Carla: Hell, yes. There's nothing like having a cat lick your pussy. The really fantastic thing is that their tongues are rough and feel almost like sandpaper. You might not believe it, but that texture against my clit is enough to make me come. Just one lick from a cat's tongue and my cunt goes crazy. Man, it's the greatest.
Interviewer: How long did your sexual relationship with the cat continue?
Carla: Oh, it's still going on. Only now it's kind of harder to get him to lick my cunt. But I can manage sometimes.
Interviewer: How?
Carla: Well, the cat is crazy about whipped cream. He would do anything for it. So when I want his raspy little tongue inside my pussy, I just take one of those spray things of whipped cream and spray it deep inside my cunt.
Interviewer: And it works?
Carla: Sure it does. As soon as the cat sees all that cream he goes right to it to lick it all out. And with the way his tongue turns me on and all it only takes a few minutes before I come. By then the cream is all gone and the cat usually loses interest.
Interviewer: And how about the cat? Do you have a female for him so that he can have a sex life, too?
Carla: Yeah. I had to. I tried to blow him a few times but it just never worked out. His prick is just too small.
Interviewer: You mean you tried to perform fellatio on the cat? How did you manage that?
Carla: I told you, I really didn't manage at all. It was a complete washout.
Interviewer: What happened, though?
Carla: I was sitting around one day and saw that he had his prick out to clean it. His tongue was doing a mile a minute along his tiny dong. I started thinking that he might be blowing himself so I walked over to him to get a good look at the action.
After watching for a couple of minutes I tried to touch his cock but he pulled it in. So I tried some more, rubbing it through the furry case but he just wouldn't put it out again.
Interviewer: How often did you try this?
Carla: Every time I saw his little red prong coming out. Once I got it in my mouth but it still didn't work out too well.
Interviewer: Why not?
Carla: He was lying on his back waiting for me to come and pet his stomach. While I did, I saw the tip of his cock slide out so I kept working on his tummy. Pretty soon his cock was out. I started kind of kissing his tummy and his fur all around his prick. He was making funny noises in his throat and that made me think I might have it this time. My mouth got closer and closer to his cock. Finally I licked it once with my tongue. The poor cat jumped out of his skin and pulled his prick in faster than lightning. After that I figured that I might as well give up.
Interviewer: And you haven't bothered the cat since?
Carla: Not about that. I still have him eat my pussy once in a while. +
Interviewer: I was wondering, do you feel any kind of sexual excitement when you just look at the cat? Does he turn you on?
Carla: Not the way a man would, if they weren't all such fucking bastards. But in a way he turns me on. At least when I start thinking about having his tongue all raspy and hard inside my slit. Then I start to cream up fast. But if I'm not thinking about sex anyway, looking at him doesn't do all that much for me.
Interviewer: I see. Do you feel that the cat is devoted to you and that he would never leave you or lie to you?
Carla: Sort of. I mean, he's as devoted as he knows how to be. He's just an animal after all, so I can't expect him to have human feelings. All the same, I would say of all my animals, he's the one I think might leave.
Interviewer: But you trust him more than you would a man?
Carla: Sure I do.
Interviewer: But why?
Carla: Look, if the cat left tomorrow I would be very sad 'cause I really love him. But I would know that he didn't deliberately try to seduce me so that I would feel all crummy when he left. He didn't want to hurt me and he didn't tell me any lies. That's the main difference between animals and men. Men can screw you up on purpose.
Interviewer: Then you think that you have the same feeling for your animals as you would for a man?
Carla: I guess so. Oh, I can't have a good conversation with the cat but I couldn't really have that with a man, either. He would just fill my head up with shitty lies. So I'm just as happy to stay with the animals. Besides, there are a lot of them around.
Interviewer: Yes, tell me about your relationship with some of your other pets.
Carla: After the cat, I guess the next one was the parakeet.
Interviewer: You had sex with a parakeet? I'm afraid I find that rather hard to believe.
Carla: All right, if you're going to be that way about it I won't tell you anything.
Interviewer: I'm sorry. Really I am. Please tell me about the bird.
Carla: All right. If you sincerely want to know.
Interviewer: Oh, I do. I'm very sincere. Honest.
Carla: Okay. For one thing, I didn't get anything out of the thing with the bird. He did it all himself. I kind of thought I owed it to him because of the cat.
Interviewer: I don't understand.
Carla: I couldn't do anything for the cat and the bird couldn't do anything for me. Now do you see?
Interviewer: Of course. But what did you do for the bird?
Carla: Well, he's very affectionate and all. He likes to sit on my finger and have me kiss him and stuff like that. Kissing a bunch of feathers is kind of a turn on. At least for me.
Anyway, one day he was sitting there and I was talking to him. He started to rub his ass on my hand.
Interviewer: I beg your pardon?
Carla: You heard me all right. He rubbed his ass all over my hand. Finally he got in a good position on my knuckle and rubbed even harder, bobbing up and down like he was fucking. Then he kind of arched his back and let loose a drop of goo on my finger. Then he flew off.
At first I thought he had shit on my hand but when I looked closer I could tell that he hadn't. The bird had come all over me.
Interviewer: I see. And did the bird repeat this often?
Carla: Sure. Just about every chance he gets. I always let him, too, unless I'm in a hurry. It takes him quite awhile to come.
Interviewer: I see. Tell me, what other animals do you have?
Carla: A few more cats, two dogs, and best of all, a snake.
Interviewer: And you have sexual relations with all of them? Including the snake?
Carla: Mostly the snake. He's the greatest thing going. I got him from a snake charmer and he was already trained.
Interviewer: To do what?
Carla: Why, to fuck, of course.
Interviewer: Could you explain just how the snake performs intercourse?
Carla: Sure. He was trained to get all stiff and stay that way for as long as you want him to. So when I want to get fucked I tell the snake to stay nice and stiff. He's not all that big-his head is the size of a thick cock. As soon as he's nice and hard I jam him inside my pussy. It's nice and wet from just thinking about it by then.
Interviewer: Do you manipulate the snake or does he move in and out by himself?
Carla: Oh, I have to move him up and down in my cunt. But it still feels great having him inside there. And the best part is when he starts using his tongue.
Interviewer: Do you instruct him to do that, too?
Carla: No, but I wish I could. He only does it once in a while and that drives me up the wall. As soon as I feel that quick tongue reaming out my cunt I start coming fast. The only real problem is that I have to get the snake out then.
Interviewer: Why?
Carla: My whole pussy contracts and gets real wild. Hell, I could strangle the snake with my cunt when he gets like that and licks me. It just drives me crazy.
Interviewer: Do you have sex with other animals?
Carla: Dogs.
Interviewer: And what happens then?
Carla: It depends. Sometimes I let the dog eat me the same way the cat does. The dog likes the taste of my cunt so I don't have to use the whipping cream. The only thing is that his tongue is softer and longer and doesn't make me come as fast as the cat's does. But that doesn't matter too much since the dog is willing to lick my cunt for a longer period of time.
Interviewer: What else do you do with the dog?
Carla: I suck him off. You would be amazed at the size of one of my dog's cocks. I was used to seeing it come out when he was licking it or just when he got kind of hard and went around dry fucking everything in sight. But one night I let him go to work on my leg and it came all the way out. It was as long and thick as a man's. I couldn't believe the size of that thing.
Interviewer: Were you excited by the sight of it?
Carla: Sure. Just as soon as I saw it my mouth started to water. I wanted that long, hard thing to suck on so badly that I could almost taste it right then.
Interviewer: And did the dog let you?
Carla: Let me? Hell, he was crazy about it. Just as soon as I put my face down, he started to wag his tail and act like the happiest dog alive. And when his cock finally got all stuffed in my mouth he let out a passionate kind of yelp. It's unbelievable.
Interviewer: Did the dog have his climax inside your mouth?
Carla: Sort of. When dogs come, they spray it all around. I only managed to drink up a little of his stuff. The rest went all over the rug and me. But that worked out fine. As soon as he was over all his passion he started to lick it up. Some of his jism had gotten on my bare tits and a little in between my legs. So I got a lot more out of it than just blowing him.
Interviewer: Yes, I see. Do you have any other animals around?
Carla: A few turtles. But I haven't gotten anywhere with them yet. They seem so sexless. But I'm working on it.
Interviewer: Do let us know if you come up with anything. And thank you very much for your time.