Chapter 6
Burt P. is a young man in his late twenties. He had good looks plus a good deal of charm. Meeting him, one would never suspect that he was involved in any way with such a pastime as bestiality. But Burt's story reflects a great amount of sexual, plus emotional frustration which eventually led him into this area of sexual expression.
Born and raised on the West Coast, Burt married after graduating college with a degree in business. He had worked his way through the long, four years as a day laborer, attending school in the evening hours. During his initial year in the business world, he met his wife, Susan. They were married a year later and that began Burt's gradual change into what we might call a sexual deviant.
With the use of a tape recorder, I interviewed Burt during an all night session. He seemed rather nervous and uncomfortable, feeling possibly that what he had done had been a result of some strange, perverse desires within himself. But towards the end of our session, I believe that he truly began to understand some of the motivations which led him into the kind of life he was then leading. The importance of self-awareness once again comes into play here with all the force which knowledge can provide.
Sue and I got married a year after I started my career. Our future looked bright, and I was enthusiastic about everything that happened. It looked as though I would become one of the successful people in the world, and that my life was going to be all roses.
But the night of our honeymoon I guess should have showed me that things were not all that great. We had a very small wedding and I had rented a cabin up the coast near Monterey for five days. After saying goodbye to our families, we headed towards out marriage bed.
We had never made love, and had gone only as far as touching each other. I had never seen Sue naked, and she had only seen my penis on two occasions. The first time was one night when I had to shower at her apartment and she accidentally walked into the bathroom.
"Oh my God, Burt, cover yourself!" She had screamed, seeing my prick hanging down my thigh.
But instead of covering myself, I moved towards her, trying to get her to touch it.
"It's disgusting!" She screamed, and ran out of the room.
The next time was on a cold night in her living room. We had been going pretty hot and heavy. Sue had always been nervous about sex, I mean, she tightened up as soon as I made a move towards her. That night, though, we had both been drinking and she was much more relaxed. I had even managed to unsnap her bra and pull her blouse up above her fine tits. Sue has probably what might be called the finest pair of boobs seen anywhere. They measure a thirty-eight and are capped by the finest nipples I've ever seen. I always hungered after those tits, wanting to suck on them and everything. On that night, I finally got to. They tasted so sweet, and there was so much of her! She even let me take her blouse completely off and was naked from the waist up. Well, I was so turned on that I thought I would come right there. I moved her hand down to my groin and put her shaking fingers on my prick.
"Oh no, Burt, I can't!"
But I knew that she could. I unzipped my fly and pulled that old throbbing pecker out. She was so scared that she could hardly move, but finally I got her hand wrapped around my staff and within seconds she was happily jerking me off. I came in the palm of her hand, and she ran, boobs bouncing, into the bathroom to wash my come off herself.
But until we got married, those were the only two times Sue had ever touched me. I had never even touched her cunt, just her boobs, and that allowed me to really anticipate our wedding night We arrived at the cabin about midnight. The room was small, but had a fireplace and a kitchen. I figured we wouldn't have to leave that damn room for five whole days. I envisioned us just lying around naked, making love every hour on the hour. But things didn't work out that way.
When we finally settled into the room, I took my new wife into my arms and kissed her hard on the mouth. I could feel her already beginning to tighten up and suggested that maybe we should have a few drinks. After two shots of whiskey, I tried again. This time, she was more responsive. I kissed her long and hard, then felt up those breasts of hers and let my hand roam up between her legs. She clenched me there, not allowing me to get up to her crack.
A few more drinks, and I finally managed to touch her there through her panties. She was very dry, and the more I rubbed, the less it seemed to affect her. I told her that I thought we should get undressed.
"But why?" she asked, pretending to be interested in something out the window.
"Because people don't make love with their clothes on, Sue!" I was getting angry, and frustrated, and I guess my voice scared her.
"If you can't be gentle with me, I'll have to leave!"
I tried to soothe her and finally managed to make things all right again. This time, I could feel her growing moist between her legs. Then, she brought her hand up between my thighs and gently cupped my balls. That was the happiest moment of my life!
As I slid her cotton dress over her shoulders, Sue closed her eyes and stood very still. I really didn't care, though, because with every inch of skin revealed to my eyes I was getting more and more aroused. She had a perfect body, with not a pound of extra flesh anywhere, but always enough to go around.
I knelt before her, sliding the dress underneath her feet. I began kissing her knees, then worked up to her thighs and finally put my mouth to the silken material of her panties. I could feel the warmth of her cunt coming through the fine lace, and I drew my tongue along her crack there. She spread her thighs just a little, and pulled my head even closer into her. I reached up and pulled her panties down, letting them fall at her feet That cunt was incredible! She was a natural blonde, and the golden hairs formed a perfect triangle. I pulled apart her virgin lips and began licking the soft, warm skin there. She tasted sweet and just like a woman. I could feel her loosening up and becoming turned on, and I thought I was on my way to nirvana.
I took her bra off and moved her to the bed. She rested back, keeping her thighs closed and watching me. I have to admit that she did try to smile, and did try to make a go of it. But at that moment, something happened inside her that prevented the night, or our honeymoon for that matter, from ever becoming a real success.
When I was naked, my prick stood out hard and erect. I was even kind of embarrassed, but moved anyway towards the bed where I would direct my long suffering meat home. As I lay down next to her, I could feel her body tense, and she seemed to withdraw into another world.
"C'mon baby, just relax ... I'm not going to kill you!"
She wouldn't speak, but just lay there in a kind of deathly silence. I began kissing her all over, moving from her nipples down her belly and sticking my tongue in there between her thighs. But no matter where I tried, nothing happened. Then I began rubbing the tip of my prick on her skin. I moved my rod, which was twitching with excitement, up and down her limbs. She still did no move. I brought it up to her mouth and grazed her lips with it, but nothing!
Finally, I got so mad and uptight, that I made what was probably the biggest mistake of my life. I sat up next to her face, held my cock over her mouth, and began jacking off.
"Goddamn you ... after everything we've been through and you won't even try!!!"
I beat myself silly and finally came over her lips and cheeks. It was like I was doing it over a corpse or something, and the experience actually turned me on. But I was too angry to know that at the time.
Susan lay there for what seemed like an hour, my come crystallizing on her face, and then opened her eyes. She looked like another woman, someone from a movie or something. There was not a trace of emotion in her entire being.
"Don't you ever touch me again, Burt."
And that was that There was not another word spoken on our honeymoon. We drove around a lot, and looked at other people, and kept as far from each other as was humanly possible.
That episode left us both with a disastrous feeling towards sex. And for the next six months I believe that neither one of us ever felt the desire to fuck or find a sexual release.
My life went on simply and without any involvement with Sue. Once in a while, I would see her naked when she walked from the shower into the bedroom, but that was as far as we ever got with each other. About this time, I bought a large Great Dane bitch, hoping for some company and friendship in what had turned into a freezing home.
I went through a strange period of refusing to masturbate and thus had no release. I began browing very tense and feeling on edge about everything. I spoke with my doctor about this and he went straight to the point.
"When's the last time you had an orgasm?" he asked.
I told him about our honeymoon.
"You should either beat off or get yourself into something athletic."
He was right. I had no time for athletics because of my business and still did not feel like resorting to beating off. I suppose had I been less financially well off I would have had to resort to jacking my self off every night. But since I did have money, and making more every week, I figured I owed myself some other kind of pleasure. Something that involved another human being.
I had no idea how to go about looking for a whore. They were not advertised like used cars, and in L.A. were kind of difficult to locate. I didn't want to ask any of my associates because at least Sue and I had presented some kind of civil image at parties and business gatherings. So, I picked up one of the underground papers and began thumbing through the ads. I decided to try a massage parlor.
The place was called 'Shangri-La.' It was in the back of a regular office building and carpeted with red velvet. At the front desk was a beautiful young girl with sandy brown hair. She wore a toga which revealed almost her entire breast, stopping just short of her nipple.
I got set up for an hour massage. When my masseuse arrived, I was anything but disappointed. She was tall and slim with flaming red hair. I liked her immediately.
"Get undressed and lie on the table. I'll be back in a second." She moved underneath that toga like she was ready to explode, and I was pretty happy about my choice.
I got on the table, and lay on my stomach. My prick was hard and my balls began aching. It had been such a long time since I had been hard that I forgot how it felt.
Linda, the redhead, came back in and began rubbing my back. Her hands were real soft, and being touched by a woman again really got me off.
"You've got a nice body," she said, rubbing my ass and roaming just a little farther on down between the cheeks.
"So do you, Linda," I replied, trying to control my excitement, "except for one thing."
"And what's that?" she asked, knowing full well what I would say.
"You can see mine but I can't see yours."
"It's not an impossible situation, Burt, not impossible at all."
I got up from the table, and she watched me, letting out a sigh as my prick bounced out and jumped up and down as I moved towards my coat. I pulled out a hundred dollar bill and gave it to her. She took the green paper and wrapped it around my cock, then slowly pulled it off.
"I think it'll be a real pleasure doing business with you, Burt, a real pleasure!"
I sat on the edge of the table and watched her undress. In one easy motion, she pulled off her toga and then turned around to face me naked.
"Do you like me?"
I smiled. She was slim, but with full hips and thighs. Her breasts were pert things, pointing in a young way towards the ceiling. I could see that her nipples were already hard and erect. And, besides everything else, she had the greatest flash of red cunt hair that I had ever seen. It was like a small fire all by itself, burning and waiting to be put out by yours truly, firefighter.
"You've paid for practically a full night, name your game."
I reached out and she walked into my arms. She pushed her little naked body between my legs, rubbing her belly up against my cock. We kissed hard and long, searching our mouths with our tongues. The longer we clasped each other, the hotter she became. Soon, she moved like a snake up between my legs, trying to throw her legs up around my back so my prick could find its way into her sweet, red cunt.
"Would you like my mouth on it?" she asked, pulling away and smiling innocently at me.
"Of course I would."
She pushed me back on the table so that my legs were dangling over the edge. Then, she spread them and began rubbing my thighs. She put her mouth to the inside, and began licking her way across my skin.
"It's big and hard... so good, Burt, so fine!"
She held my cock upwards, and began licking at my balls. She took one of the sacs into her mouth and sucked on it, still waving my pecker around.
Then, with her tongue working overtime, she made it between my balls and up along the ridge on the underside of my prick. I watched her flaming red hair, covering and then lifting off my skin. It was long, fine hair and it was probably the most sensual thing about her.
After licking her way to the tip, she played with the small hole there, separating it with her tongue. She circled the tip, putting her lips fully around it then withdrawing and using her tongue.
"Fuck my mouth baby, I've got another pair of lips waiting after this ..."
Linda opened her mouth widely, and hovered above my throbbing cock. I thrust myself upwards, and she took the entire length deep inside her throat. She let out a gagging sound and I felt like maybe I was going to choke her. But she held on, and rode with each thrust. When she placed her hands on my pelvis and applied pressure, I knew she wanted me to remain still.
I relaxed my movements and allowed her to do all the stroking with her lips.
At first, she moved with such a fine slowness up and down my prick that I thought I was going to faint. It was like she was barely touching the skin, but breathing heavily enough on it for me to feel it. Then, as her speed increased, so did the pressure she exerted with her lips. More and more she rode, and tighter and tighter became her lips.
As I started spurting my juices into her mouth, she reached underneath me and grabbed my ass. Pulling my prick even farther into her sweet mouth, Linda took-' it all. A small amount dribbled from the corner of her mouth, and she even licked that away. When I had finally shot my entire load, Linda licked every part of my genitals, cleaning me off and making me 'good as new.' "There," she said, holding my cock firmly against her shock of red cunt hair, "let's relax a little and try something different, okay?"
After a round of drinks, we fucked. We fucked after that and then fucked again. I stabbed her in the ass, I stabbed her in her sweet cunt, and then I let her sit on top of me and use my pole like a plaything. After it was all over, and my balls ached like someone had cut them off, I gave her another hundred dollars.
She led me out the back door, and told me to make sure I came back again. Then she slipped me her phone number and told me to call her anytime I got lonesome.
I was feeling real fine, better than I had in months. But as I stepped on the gas and started out towards home, the deepest depression I had ever experienced set in. I was coming down from extreme pleasure and the only thing I could think about was Susan.
When I arrived home, Sue was asleep as usual. I paced around the house, thinking and becoming more and more depressed. I even went so far as to pull out our old wedding pictures and look through those glossy prints of happier days. I began to realize that poor Sue had been suffering, too, and that there was something which ran deeply through her that prevented her from enjoying sex. I made a determination to discover what that thing was.
I began reading sex manual after sex manual, trying to find a clue. They were very informative, and taught me things I hadn't even dreamed of. But nowhere was there anything which might have helped her. The strange thing about all this was the fact that after that one, heavy night with Linda, I began losing interest in sex. I still had her phone number, and knew that luscious body was mine for the asking anytime I so desired. But I became so wrapped up in my research that I never even bothered to call. It was about this time that I had my first experience with my dog, Angel.
It was late one evening. I was in the library, reading. Susan was upstairs in the bedroom, and I thought, asleep. Angel had been in heat for about a day, and I paid no particular attention to her except keeping her inside and away from the neighborhood studs.
Well, Angel was in a very dangerous mood. She moved up against my leg and began rubbing her vagina against my bare skin. I was wearing a pair of shorts, and the feeling of her warm cunt against my bare skin began to excite me.
I tried to push her away, but she wouldn't budge. It was kind of strange, and I laughed at myself for getting turned on by the damn animal. But the more I tried to get rid of her, the more she pushed back against me. By this time, I had an erection and the tip of my prick was pushing through the fly in my shorts. I hadn't been so turned on since that night with Linda, and I seriously began considering going into the bathroom and beating myself off.
But Angel seemed to have other ideas. Her head was moving up my leg, and she began licking at my shorts, hitting my balls as though she knew exactly what she was doing. I was fascinated, and let her do whatever she wanted.
I tugged at my shorts, deciding to see just how this scene could go, and exposed my cock and balls to her. She licked my stem, easily and languidly, as though we were two, exhausted lovers having a little fun after a hard night of fucking.
Then the damn dog turned around and placed her vagina up against my prong, moving her ass up and down along the stem. I couldn't believe that this was happening to me, but also I couldn't stop because it felt so good. Then I decided to try it, you know, just to see what in hell it felt like.
I got up and stood behind her, I lowered myself so that my cock was aimed up towards her vagina. Slowly, easily, I pushed myself inside. She seemed to tighten around my shaft immediately, holding my prick inside herself.
We struggled with each other but finally I became the dominant one. I held her at her thighs and began pumping into her like crazy. I felt that there was nothing I could do that would damage her, and threw myself into this fuck with more vigor than I had ever had in my life.
As I shot my load into that dog's cunt, I saw Susan. She was standing by the doorway watching us. Her face was rapt, and she was totally naked. Her hand was up between her legs and she was going after herself in the most beautiful of ways. I shuddered with excitement because it was the first time I had ever seen her anywhere near sexual release. I stayed inside the dog, pretending to fuck her again, all the while watching Susan do it to herself. She hadn't realized that I was watching and was really going at it.
She threw herself around towards the doorjamb, and wrapped her leg around the wood. Her cunt was planted up against the hard surface and she rocked up and down, her fingers working all the time deep inside that blond cunt. Then, she took her breast and held it up to her mouth. She sucked on her nipples, looking as though she would bite the damn thing off.
Her breathing grew heavier and heavier, and finally, her entire body began shaking with force of her orgasm. She slowly slid down the doorjamb, and lay spread eagled on the carpet, her legs spread wide apart and her hand between them.
"Oooooh ... ahhhhhh ... oooooh!!!" She cried, twisting and writhing like I had never thought possible. I pulled out from Angel and walked over to her. Believe it or not, it was the first time we were naked in each other's presence since that fateful night of our honeymoon.
"Baby, you all right?" I asked, kneeling down beside her.
"You were fantastic, darling, I mean, watching you did something to me."
It certainly had. Her body was flushed with excitement, and for the first time in my life, she had looked like a woman. I stroked her body, and she actually guided my hand down to her pubis and rested it there. I stroked the finely sculptured lips of her cunt, but never went inside. It was enough for me to just look at her shiny, naked body sprawled like that on the carpet of our home.
We both went back upstairs, leaving Angel to her own devices down in the library. We took a shower together, and Susan actually held my penis in her hand. Suddenly, she had opened up, and she was even interested in the prick. She examined it, held it at different angles, and felt every part of me.
"It's not as frightening as I thought" "You only remember what I did to you that first night, things are different, now."
"Yes, but we'll have to move slowly ... okay?"
I agreed readily. I never dreamt that we would even get as far as standing naked together in a shower. But here we were, and there was developing in my mind a future, and time that included both Susan and myself. And all because I had become perverse enough, or horny enough, to fuck that dog!
Susan was becoming interested, but she was still afraid. At least, we had both progressed to the point where she would show me her naked body. It was still the greatest body I had ever seen, and the more I praised it, the more confident she became. One night, we were both sitting naked on the bed, talking when she asked me to do something.
"Would you do it to yourself?"
"I don't know, honey," I replied, "I mean, wouldn't that bring back bad memories?"
"No, I want to see if I can't erase those things ... you know, change them around in my mind."
She curled up near the headboard, bringing her legs up to her chin and waited for me to start. It was kind of embarrassing as I took my cock into my hand and began stroking myself.
"It's fun to watch it grow" she said, her eyes never leaving my hard prick. I stroked and stroked and then finally came. The white stuff shot across the bed and much of it landed on her legs. But she wasn't upset, and even took some and tasted it.
Then on another night, we went another step further. This time, the dog was in the bedroom and Susan was laying naked above the covers. I was standing above her and we were joking around and talking. Then Angel jumped up onto the bed and began licking Susan's toes. The dog moved up her legs like she had with me. I kept quiet, and Susan seemed fascinated.
"Come here, baby, come to momma ..."
Then Susan spread her legs and pulled the dog's head up to her cunt. The dog took to her sweet juices instantly, lapping up those fine liquids and seemingly enjoying every minute of it. Susan was writhing on the bed, throwing her legs apart then pulling them in again around the animal's head. I was becoming insanely jealous, and I desperately wanted to get where that dog was. But we were moving slowly, and whatever strange desires Susan seemed to have were better than no desires at all. I watched, my prick growing, while my dog ate out my wife.
As Susan came, she called out to me.
"Put it inside ... hurry!" she yelled, pushing the dog away and spreading herself for me.
I gazed down at her teeming cunt, moist and warm, the pink lips swollen and pulsating. I pulled her skin back and found her pearl. I touched it gently, and she cried out.
"Please, Burt, give me your prick ... c'mon, honey, hurry!"
This was a different woman, another being whom I would not have recognized. But she was becoming the woman I had dreamed about, and the warm happiness which flowed through me was indescribable.
I placed the tip of my prick up against the opening of her vagina and began easing myself inside. She was warm and tight, and her lips parted as I pushed deeper and deeper inside.
"Oh God, come all the way inside! It feels so fucking good!"
She drew her legs back and wrapped them around my back. Throwing her pelvis up towards me, she gave all of herself to my driving prick. I pushed all the way in, and then withdrew a little, then plunged back in. With each movement, she seemed to shudder with absolute excitement.
'Fuck me, baby, fuck me for all you're worth!!!"
I drove, and began slamming inside. Our bellies hit like two pistons as I drove like a ramrod inside. She moved with me, returning each thrust with her own. She was clawing at my back, and I could feel her nails driving into my skin. When I felt her vagina begin to pulsate, I let go. Together, we clenched into the abyss as we both shuddered and cried out in ecstasy. It was the most incredible fuck I had ever had, and it had happened with the one woman I thought I would never make love to. After it was all over, and we were both resting naked on the bed, Susan kissed me on the ear, then drove her tongue in delicate circles inside.
"You know" she whispered, pushing her belly against my leg, "there's so much to learn...."
We had just begun.
As time went on Susan and I became more and more involved with exploring the various aspects of sex. We were like two, hungry children who hadn't seen food in such a long time that we forgot what it even looked like. Nothing was left behind, we went into every possible phase. Our bodies became our world, and everything was a potential delight.
Some nights, we would just lie around and play with each other. She would hold my prick and talk about it. I would bury my head between her legs and lick up her sweet juices. Nudity became a way of life for us. And as soon as we came home from some function, we would strip and do everything naked. Susan even began going outside during the night hours, walking around naked and just kind of seeing how it felt. The storm was unleashed, and we were continually seeking new ways in which to satisfy each other.
I remember one night when we were driving home from a party. We were on the freeway and it was fairly empty because of the lateness of the hour. "I think I'll take off my clothes." she said, suddenly pulling down her dress over her breasts.
I told her I thought she was crazy, but she only laughed. - She lifted her hips and pulled the dress completely off, then struggled with her panties and within a moment was sitting next to me in the nude.
"Oh wow, honey, I wonder if anyone can see me?"
She was sprawled out, and her legs were spread apart She looked sexier than I had ever seen her, and I was throbbing beneath my pants.
A truck roared by us, and Susan reached behind her and turned on the overhead light. The driver looked down into our car and saw my beautiful naked wife spread-eagled on the seat next to me.
"He saw me! He saw my cunt, my tits ... everything!"
Susan was changing so fast that I began to fear that I wouldn't be able to keep up with her. She then reached across the seat and began undoing my pants. Within a moment, she had my prick out and was putting her mouth to it. I tried to stay on the road while she sucked me off, writhing nakedly across the seat. I came in her mouth, and she moaned as she swallowed my come.
"Oh yeah!" she cried. "Everything goes... I've waited a long time for this ... I mean, everything!!!"
She refused to dress, and we rode through town with her sitting naked in the car.
When we arrived back at the house, she walked from the street into the front door without bothering to cover herself. Inside, she immediately went to the dog and placed the hungry animals head between her legs.
"Lick me, you beast, come eat me out!!!"
She straddled a chair, and the dog licked her cunt out with affectionate fervor.
It was at this point that I realized things had gone too far. My wife was out of my control, and was doing everything possible to find pleasure for herself. It wasn't only the fact that she had become attached to the dog like that, but other things as well. As time passed, she grew more reckless and I knew I was losing her.
One day, we went to the beach. Susan had bought a very tiny bikini and wanted to wear it. When we got out onto the sand, she took off the bra and walked around with her breasts exposed for everyone to see. I kept telling her to put it back on, but she refused. Finally, she became so angered that she pulled off her panties and lay naked.
Everyone on that beach made their way by her, digging on her sweet little ass and trying to time their pass so that she would roll over and give them a shot of her golden cunt. Susan obliged, and even went so far as to spread her legs and reveal everything she could.
Then one night she came home and told me she had taken on five men at the same time. After that, she said, she had fucked a male dog and given a blow job to a donkey. At this time, I knew we would have to separate. But I also realized that her own sexuality was blooming. She had led a very repressed childhood and was just now reacting sexually. Her belated explosion was to be condoned for this reason. At least, I felt that way about it and told her so. She agreed with me and understood what I had been saying.
Susan and I keep in touch with each other constantly. We will probably someday get back together. She must go through the various stages of her sexual maturation, and she could not do that if I were around.
I suppose I made a very great number of mistakes with her, but there is also the fact that her explosion would have taken place no matter what I did. I feel that at least she is developing and growing and not missing out on the greatest pleasure in life. If she had been nothing for the rest of our years, I do not think I would have desired her. The way it turned out, with her leaving and everything, it was at least a step towards her own fulfillment as a woman.
SUMMARY
Burt went through a situation in which many husbands find themselves. Alfred Kinsey showed us that women mature sexually at a much later date then do men. According to the Kinsey findings, men reach sexual maturity, or at least the height of their potency, at age seventeen. Women, on the other hand, do not reach that pinnacle until they are well into their twenties. In Burt's case, his wife displayed this phenomena but with a strong element added. She had suffered through a sexually repressive childhood, and thus had been sublimated even more in her sexual life.
As he realized later on, Burt had suffered himself because of many puritanical and false beliefs he held in regards to sex. His own failure to masturbate, which may have eliminated his sexual intercourse with his dog, obviously dates back to a subconscious fear which had probably been instilled in him as a child. The eventual relationship with the animal came about as a result of extreme sexual frustration and not, like in many other cases, as some kind of subliminal worship syndrome.
On the other hand, Susan had relations with the animal and this acted more as a release of her own sexual ego than as a substitution. For her, the original act of watching her husband, equated with an animal by having intercourse with it, allowed her to separate herself from those desires in herself which she feared. That animal side, or the baser instincts, which flowed within her, scared her. To relate herself to her husband in that manner was impossible. But seeing him in the act with the dog finally gave her an out; a point from which to declare herself superior.
From this vantage point, then, she was able to develop and explore her own feelings without having the age-old stigma of succumbing to animal emotions preventing her explorations. With this breakthrough, Susan was then able to let herself go and make an attempt to satisfy her strong sexual desires which had obviously been lying dormant for years.
Fortunately, for both Burt and Susan, Burt understood what had taken place inside his wife. He was ready to allow her to find herself through her search for sexual fulfillment. His lack of outright jealousy and concern might have caused Susan to become victorious in her battle against guilt and repression.
Since the time of the interview, I have spoken with Burt a number of times. According to his reports, Susan is about ready to move back and they are both ready to resume their marriage. Burt has told me also that Susan has found her own sexual maturity, and is ready to join society as a woman. In this case, the normally condemning act of bestiality led to happiness and fulfillment instead of social ostracism and guilt.