Chapter 4
There is nothing wrong for human beings to become attached to animals. Animals have long provided cheer, comfort and company for lonely humans. But, there is one situation that has been happening with amazing frequency lately and that is animal-sex attachments.
Take the case of Lenora R. Lenora was an attractive young school teacher. She came to me in desperation one day, flooding my desk with tears as she told her story of how much she loved her dog. At first I thought I should let her tell it on tape. However, when the cloudburst came I realized she needed the added dimension of human compassion, someone to listen. Knowing listening was as important as knowing all the facts I stayed in the office, but, did turn the tape on so I could consider all she had said later without her emotional outbursts coloring my analysis of her problem.
"I guess it began with Jim," she said softly. "Jim was my first and only love. He was killed in Viet-Nam and that's why it hurts me to even mention his name. But if I'm ever going to get help I must tell you how it happened."
I met Jim when we were in high school. We had so many things in common that it just seemed natural to think we'd get married someday. We didn't talk too much about it until he was drafted. Then everything happened.
"Let's get married," he begged.
"No let's wait, let's have a big church wedding like Mom has always dreamed of me having," I insisted.
"I can't wait," he said tightly. "I've got to have you." I broke down crying. I guess I'm old-fashioned like Mom, but, I don't think sex before marriage is right. I think people ought to have a little self-control. I thought that until Jim and I were together those last few days before he went overseas.
"Why don't we take a trip?" he suggested one day.
"How far?" I kidded him.
"As far as you want to go," he laughed. "Maybe we should drive to Canada."
"No," I told him. When we kept driving I noticed we were going to his lake cottage. He had a determined look on his face and I didn't want to get him angry. But, I had a hunch he had sex burning in his loins. I glanced down at his legs and saw the bulging outline of his hard penis.
"Why don't you put your hand there?" he asked, observing me glancing at his crotch.
"Alright," I agreed.
"You could do something that would help me out," he smiled.
"While we're driving?" I asked, teasingly.
"Lots of people do it driving down the highway."
I felt. His hard dick excited my curiosity. I'd never seen a man's penis and feeling his hard prick turned me on.
"Baby, we're not going to be together much longer," he said softly.
"Yes ... "I nodded.
"Unzip my pants, will ya'?"
Slowly I unzipped his pants. Now I could feel his hard cock straining in his tight shorts.
"Take it out and look at it," he smiled.
I eased it out. I was surprised what a big cock he had. I could tell he was real proud of it.
"Nobody would know if you bent over and sucked on it for me," he said.
"What if somebody went by in a truck? They could see what we were doing. No, I'm not going to ... "
"Forget about other people. Think about us," he pleaded. "Just kiss it."
I didn't think there would be any harm in kissing the head of it so I bent over and kissed it. He took advantage of his opportunity and shoved it in my mouth and began pushing. I didn't want him to get so worked up he'd get in an accident so I put my mouth around his pushing tool and sucked. He rammed it back and forth with all his might, panting, groaning, really giving it to me.
I'll admit I was surprised. I liked it.
"Get set for my stuff," he said, tensing his legs. He reached down and held my head with one hand, steering with the other. He exploded in my mouth. I sucked him in. He gave me a good load and I ate it all.
"Let's go to my folk's lake cottage," he said, stroking my hair gently. I just toyed with his cock and nodded.
"Sure honey, I'll go."
When we pulled up to his cottage I got out from under the wheel and he zipped up his pants. We got out and went in.
"Just don't get me pregnant," I pleaded.
"I won't," he promised.
"It isn't that I don't love you or want you to give me a baby, but, we're not married and you will be gone and ... "
"And I may die," he shot back. "Nothing will be left behind to remind you of me ... not a trace ... nothing ... is that the way you want it?"
"You know how my mother is about that wedding," I tried to make him understand.
"I know you had to choose, big wedding, or, me. You're risking us on your Mom's dream of a big old wedding where she can get back all the gifts she's been giving, begrudgingly, no doubt, all these years."
"Are we going to argue or make love?" I asked.
He turned away and didn't answer. Knowing one thing would get his attention I started stripping. When I was completely nude he turned back and looked at me.
"Ohhh, baby, you look beautiful," he gasped.
Hastily he got out of his clothes. We climbed on the bed and soon we were necking. His tongue found my tongue and we Frenched while his chest pressed down hard on my hardening nipples. He reached down and played with my pussy. He was getting me so hot I thought I'd shoot.
"Suck my titties," I pleaded.
"Is that an order?" he asked.
"Yes," I smiled. "Sucking my titties is an order!" Without saying another word he applied his mouth to my titties and sucked smoothly, nibbling at my nipples till my body tingled with sexual ecstasy.
Feeling my pussy, he looked at me.
"Want me to do it just once?"
For a frightful second I almost agreed. But, then I thought of what might happen.
"Eat my pussy lover," I told him. "Like I ate your cock ... come on eat It."
He went down and gently licked away at the edges, the touch of his tongue driving me to a state of passionate frenzy.
"Love me, love me," I groaned, turning and twisting. His firm arms held me in place, his hot tongue found my moist pussy lips and he licked along my slit. He thrust his tongue anxiously inside my cunt and eagerly licked. My clitoris hardened and he sucked on it greedily. Sensations I never knew existed flooded through my body as I moaned and groaned in delight.
"Suck me ... ohhhhh, darling," I begged, "Suck me." He applied his tongue in skillful, thrusting movements. Hardening it, he reached deep inside me, lashing me with his love.
"Ohhhhhh, darling, I love you. I love you," I gasped.
Gushing in his mouth, he licked hungrily. Never before had I dreamt there were so many wild and wonderful sexual feelings that could surge through the body when one connects physically with their soul-mate.
As he ate me, I knew what we had been missing for so long. I resented the fact it had to end in a few short days. I wished we could always be together, interlocked in love.
Pulling his tongue from my pussy, he licked his lips and smiled like a little boy whose been in the jam jar.
"Like it?"
"What do you think?" I laughed.
"Just asking," he teased me. "Why don't we try a few more things?"
Looking down I could see his penis hardening again.
"What kind of things?" I asked him, curious to know what other sensual excitement he had running through his erotic mind.
"Go down there," he said, pointing to his crotch.
I slid anxiously down to his crotch. He raised his buttocks for me and spread his ass.
"What am I supposed to do?" I laughed.
"Eat my ass out," he smiled.
"How do you eat ass?"
"Just use your tongue. Poke your tongue out and lick all around my asshole."
I stuck my tongue out and he pushed his ass closer to me. Then I whipped it around and he churned his butt about.
"Hold my cheeks," he smiled. "When your tongue dips in there I can't hold still."
Gripping his ass I held him still while I licked away. He did have a beautiful body. I'd always admired his body when we went swimming. But this was the first time I'd ever seen his bare buttocks. He was firm and round, his asshole was tight and difficult to enter.
"Stiffen your tongue," he commanded. "You'll never get it up my asshole if you don't."
Obeying him I stiffened my tongue and slid myself way up inside his hot ass. He churned about and I gripped his buttocks tightly so I wouldn't lose my tongue-connection.
"Ohhh, that feels nice," he said. "I've heard a lot about ass-eating but this is the first time I ever had anybody eat my ass out. It's delicious."
"Suck, suck it," he breathed heavily. "Suck my asshole." Driving my tongue in and out I managed to give him a good tongue lashing.
"My cock will explode if you don't get your mouth on it," he panted.
Pulling out of his shiny asshole I licked his balls and then glided my tongue along the length of his shaft and crowned the top of it with my mouth.
"Suck it off," he gasped. Gripping it firmly in my hand I plunged my mouth over it. When the head of his dick got the feel of the back of my throat that was it.
"Ohhhhhhh, that's great. I got great cock-thrust. Car fucking is no good. I got the angle of the dangle right now," he grinned, thrusting with all his might.
I took it all in, nearly choking on it.
"Ohhhh, baby, suck me," he pleaded. "Suck me." I sucked him. Bobbing my head up and down I'd let him slide the length of it out and in. But as he neared climax he wanted to keep most of it in and just keep pumping.
"Now, that's it. Faster ... take it in faster," he begged as he hammered it home. "Grip my balls," he begged. "Ohhhh, that's nice. That's real nice."
With one hot jab his cum spurted in my mouth. His delicious creamy fluid shot down my throat and I eagerly sucked the remainder. Slowly sliding my mouth off his pecker I held him closely. He threw his hands on my head and pinned me to his crotch.
"You do love me," he sighed. "You do."
When his cock was out of my mouth after I quit nibbling its head playfully, I whispered, "Of course I do."
It was wonderful just loving each other like that. No inhibitions. No guilt. No shame. Just love staring me in the face. I dropped his cock and told him we better be heading back home. On the way home he stopped at a pet shop and I asked him why.
"I want to get you something to remember me by,"-he said.
"A dog?"
"Yes," he nodded.
We looked around for the right dog. His eye saw a Great Dane. I knew he was sold on that dog.
"How much?"
"Oh, you do have a good eye for dogs, don't you sir?" the shop owner smiled.
"How much?"
"Well, you see that dog is a very special one. He comes from a good line of dogs. His great, great grandfather was the winner of the International Blue-Ribbon Dog Show three times."
"Now, that's real nice sir, but, I'm interested in how much all this great background is going to cost me."
"At three hundred dollars you are getting a bargain."
"Three hundred dollars?"
"Why, yes sir," he said courteously. "I guess you are not familiar with prices of dogs."
"That's a lot of money."
"That's a lot of dog."
Taking out his checkbook he wrote a check for three hundred dollars.
I was so excited, so happy, so overwhelmed at having made frantic love to Jim that I was floating on a cloud. My drug was his cock. His drug was my pussy. Together we had explored the marvelous mysteries of manhood and womanhood and now this beautiful dog, with its almost human eyes, had become a symbol of our love.
"What'll we call him?" I asked.
"That's a good question," he said, knitting his brows in deep thought.
"I know," he cried out, "I know. We can call him Lover. He's our love-symbol. He will be your reminder of me while I'm gone."
"Beautiful," I said, turning to look at the wonderful dog. "Lover, jump up here."
Almost as if he understood his name the first time I called him, he leaped into the front seat and snuggled up to me.
"Hey lover, that's not fair," Jim kidded, "I bought you out of bondage and you snuggle up to her."
"He's a boy. What did you think you bought? He's not queer for you."
"I hope he's not going to be competition for me while I'm away," Jim laughed, "I never thought of that. Maybe I should ask for a refund."
Reaching over to feel his third leg I assured Jim, "No cock on earth could ever match yours, not even Lover's dong."
"You've got a dirty mind," he laughed.
Four days later I went with Jim and his folks to the airport. He kissed me good-bye and I couldn't keep back the tears. He looked at me lovingly and tried to be brave.
"What are you crying about?" he laughed without humor, "I'm just going to be gone a few months and then I'll come back and we'll be flying off together on a nice long honeymoon."
"Yes," I tried to smile through the tears that wouldn't quit coming.
Then he laughed, "You take good care of Lover, you hear?"
"Yes, yes, I will," I smiled. "I won't forget you because your buddy Lover will always be near me."
He kissed me like he'd never kissed me before and a shudder swept through my body. A sort of nameless fear it was the last kiss. I watched until his plane was out of sight in the blue skies and then began the long walk back to the lobby. Jim's Dad and Mother tried to cheer me. They told me to consider them as parents and to drop around anytime. I loved them for being so kind, but, when Jim was gone, seeing them and the place he'd lived all of his life would hurt, not help.
"Mom," I finally blurted, "I want to be on my own."
"That's ridiculous," she said tightly. "You need me now that Jim is gone. Who are you going to have for company?"
"Lover," I laughed. Lover walked over to me and wagged his tail enthusiastically.
"Well," she snapped, "If you feel the dog is more company than your own dear Mom ... alright!"
"I didn't put it that way."
"Well, I did," she pouted.
I didn't pay any attention to her complaining. I wanted to be alone with Lover and with my love for Jim. Mom was a shabby reminder of a big mistake I had made. If Jim never came back he would be gone forever. But, if I'd let him give me a baby, there might be some raised eyebrows, but, I'd still have his child. I loved him so much, I just knew there could never be another man who could take his place.
Finding a nice apartment that would take my dog I came home one day and told Mom flatly, "I'm moving out."
"You wouldn't do that to me," she said in mock shock.
"Oh Mom, don't make it rough on me. I've got to grow up sometime."
"But you need me now. You really do. Think it over. Please, please don't leave me," she began crying.
Instantly it flashed through my mind. It was her tears, her insistence that made light surface. Mom had been afraid of being alone. She might have gone so far as to insist I didn't marry Jim because she wanted me. Her selfishness appalled me and made me all the more determined to get away from her.
When I had made the move I found how marvelous it was to be free of her continuing influence. She was never content to let me grow up. Perhaps it was because Dad had died so long ago and she'd been on her own with two kids and very little money. But her sad situation wasn't of my creation. She knew I had to grow up finally and now I was an adult.
Jim's letters tortured me. They reminded me of our sex together that one day. When I would try to sleep I couldn't. My mind kept flashing back to his beautiful naked body. I could see him stretched out on that bed, his beautiful buttocks raised up to me. I wanted to lick his ass out once more. I could see him turning over, throwing his powerful penis into my face. The thick meaty head of it tortured me in memory. How many times I wanted to wrap my hot mouth around it and suck it off.
Then I'd remember his loving me. I'd remember his fingers exciting me when he diddled down there. His tongue, ohhh, that hot tongue, lapping, licking loving.
I'd twist my hips in torture-memories of his thrusting tongue eating my pussy. I'd remember all too painfully the moment I gushed in his hungry, anxious mouth.
"Love me," he'd say, "Love me," and then he'd throw his full force of his tongue inside my tight pussy and eagerly eat me up.
I'd grown accustomed to sleeping with Lover. Lover was growing up to be a big boy now and I found him great company. One night when my pussy was on fire and there was nothing I could do to stop the ache in my crotch I thought of something. Why not let Lover lick me. What would make him want to do it? I got up and got some sweet oil out of the kitchen cupboard. I took off my nightie and spread the oil all around my pussy. Lover bounded out of bed and watched me. His expression was a question mark. Why are you doing that? That's exactly what his face seemed to be asking. I hopped back on bed, reached for the big picture of Jim and looked into his eyes for a long moment. Then I tapped my tummy where the sweet oil had been rubbed and encouraged Lover to lick. Lover was a smart dog and didn't require maps or force. Instinctively he read my actions and went to licking my tummy. I kept staring at Jim's picture, trying to hypnotize myself into thinking the tongue that was licking so eagerly away at my body was him. The illusion worked. My juices began building. I knew that this was it. Lover got down to my pussy slit and almost as if he was a born lover slipped his tongue in my crack.
I moved now like it was Jim's hot tongue lashing away inside my box. I kept staring at Jim's picture and Lover licked faster as my cunt twisted for him. Finally it happened. My juices flowed and Lover licked.
"Ohhhhhh, Jim, Jim," I cried out, "I love you. I love you!" Lover didn't care if I called out Jim's name instead of his. As long as he could eat me, he was satisfied. When he'd finished his nice warm meal he turned to look at me. I reached over to the night stand with my picture and left it there. Lover came back to bed with me and I slept well for the first time in weeks.
The next morning I felt kind of funny at first reflecting on what I'd done. Then I got to thinking. Maybe Jim got me this beautiful dog so I could have some love. Maybe he thought it would keep me faithful to him. Why, of course, I laughed out loud. Why else would he pay three hundred dollars for the dog? It was the only thing that made sense. I called Lover over to me and hugged him. He was such a wonderful companion, such a loyal lover.
As the days glided by Lover and I became closer and closer! It seemed Lover instinctively knew what I needed sexually. Then the dark day I'd always feared so much came. The day when I learned Jim was gone. I thought I'd go out of my mind crying.
Mom came over. "You see, dear, I was only thinking of you," she said consolingly. "Think of it. If Jim had married you and you were pregnant now with his child your life would have been ruined. It is almost impossible for a girl with somebody else's baby to find a man, the kind of man you should have."
"Stop it, stop it," I lashed out at her. "I loved him. I would give anything in the world to have his baby in my body this moment. Jim would still be living in me. What do I care about any other man? Can't you understand there are people who love, I mean love deeply, so nothing else matters. To hell with all your practical scare shit. Now, clear out of here, get out of my life and let me and my dog alone."
Lover looked at her menacingly.
"That dog frightens me."
"You frighten him," I snapped. "Now beat it."
"Only because I know you're out of your mind over Jim's death do I allow you to speak that way to me," she said coldly.
"I'm facing reality for the very first time in my life, the very first time," I sobbed. "Please leave me alone."
"I never stay where I'm not wanted," she said huffily.
"Good-bye," she snapped and slammed the door for emphasis.
I knew it might mean forever and I didn't care. Nothing could console me now. I needed a drink. I needed someone. Anyone. A nameless, faceless, soulless person who would hold me very close. Close enough to lose the shakes I felt as my body trembled under the impact of the vacuum Jim's loss left in my tortured life.
It was just starting to get dark. I pulled the blinds closed and peeled off my clothes and went to bed. Lover jumped in with me. He seemed to know I needed loving. Clutching Jim's picture in my hand I spread sweet oil on my pussy. Lover went to it, licking, sucking away. As I got turned on, he tucked his tongue inside my box and ate me. When I gave him my love juices he lapped them up gratefully. I could sleep now. Putting Jim's picture back I fell asleep. Then the hours raced by and when I woke it was nearly ten o'clock. I remembered it was Saturday night and an idea flashed through my mind. Tonight I needed someone to love. Maybe I could find a man who'd let me love him. I didn't want him poking his pecker up my pussy. Children from some strange man was not what I needed. I needed hairy old sex. Balls, cocks, sperm shooting. This was what I needed. Lover had eaten my pussy so I didn't feel the need of any dirty old tongue licking down there. Lover was real clean and I did have feeling for him. But a cock like Jim's would console me now. I got up, showered and dressed. I tried to think of the best bar I could find to pick up a man, preferably some service man who needed sex.
I took a taxi to the Hi-Lo" Club on the far side of town where nobody from my office or area where I lived would recognize me. That would be all I'd need at this point, to have somebody tell Mom I was boozing and cruising the day I found out Jim was gone. She'd never understand. I barely understood, but, I felt some kind of force driving me, like I was compulsively driven to find some guy's big old dong to suck, silly as that must sound.
Inside the bar I figured the pick-up spot was the counter. I took a stool at the far end and surveyed the men who were all surveying me. I saw one fat, balding monster who was giving me the eye. With my luck he'll make the first pitch. I was right. And his sickening smile started his tired pitch, "Good evening, young lady," he grinned. "You new around here?"
I didn't answer.
"Well, you don't need to get nasty with me," he blurted belligerently. "I mean, you don't come to this kind of place without asking for the make to be put on you. I guess my lettuce is just as green as the others."
I kept focusing on one handsome young serviceman who had watched me from the moment I stepped in the door. I figured that he might help me out of this ugly tangle I'd gotten myself into and offer me himself at the same time. Of course I'd accept, only I wished he'd make his move. It was awful being a woman and having to wait. Men had all the breaks. If they liked something, all they had to do was ask for it. Hideous, ugly, old, fat and foolish men all thought their cock made them sexually equal to the most fabulous woman available. What lies those monster-fuckers fooled their egos with to keep their balls running.
"He bothering you?" the handsome, dark-haired serviceman finally interrupted.
"Yes," I said, glaring at the sonofabitch who wouldn't give up. "I think I've given him every indication I find him revolting."
"You cheap little cunt," he growled, moving away.
"Let's cut out of here," I said quickly.
"Yes baby," he smiled. I got up and he followed me out the door.
"Well, ain't we choosy tonight," I heard the fat man grumbling in the distance.
The young soldier looked at me hotly once we were outside. He knew what I wanted. I guess it was written all over me. But, how to get the thing set up satisfactorily was the big problem.
"Can I take you someplace?" he asked timidly.
"Where are you staying?"
"I'm not," he said quietly. "I just been sleeping in all night dirty movies."
"Would you like to find a hotel or ... ?"
"Yes, yes," he glowed, "We can find a nice place. King size bed ... champagne ... the works."
He hailed a taxi and a few moments later we pulled up in front of the biggest hotel in town. I guess he really dug me. We got out and he whispered, "I'll say your my Mrs. okay?"
Feeling my first pang of guilt I had to ask, "You're not married, are you?"
"Only to you," he smiled, "Okay?"
We signed in as man and wife and the desk-clerk wasn't one bit suspicious. We had a beautiful room with a king size bed and parallel mirrors on sliding doors for the closet. The bathroom was huge, all white marble.
"Why all this?"
"Why not?" he laughed. "You're a chick who appeals to me, why not do it up right?"
He picked up the phone and asked for champagne to be sent to our room. A few moments later a young bell boy brought it to our door in a silver bucket laden with ice cubes. Maybe it was a kind deal from the hand of fate, somehow compensating for what had happened to me when I lost Jim. I don't know. Nothing like it ever happened before or since.
"Let's take a bath or shower or whatever," he said, starting to strip.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Does it make any difference?"
"To me, it does," I smiled.
"Call me Bill."
"My name is Lenora."
"Glad to meet you Lenora. I hope we have a sensational time. How much?"
Tears instantly came to my eyes. "How much?"
"Yes," he grinned, "I know you have to live too."
"It's on the house," I said, nibbling my lip nervously.
"You're not like all the others," he said.
"I hope not," I sighed. "You're my first pickup!"
"You a virgin?" he asked, his eyes lighting delightedly.
"You might say that," I grinned.
"I don't believe it," he said tightly. "Every girl as sharp as you has been fucked. They're all virgins, I know."
"I've had some sex, but, nobody's had my cherry."
"Can I have it?" he asked delightedly. "I dig breaking virgins in. I mean, I never had one before."
"Then we're both virgins in that way," I laughed.
"Yeah," he grinned. "That's nice."
We took our time showering and he asked me to soap his back. I ran the soap slowly over his smooth skin, deliberately enjoying every moment I had to touch his bare body.
Turning around his penis jutted out.
"Wash it for me," he smiled.
I washed it carefully and reached down to jiggle his balls.
"Ohhhhh, I like it, I like it," he, groaned.
"Wash me," I laughed. He soaped my asshole and went to work on my pussy when I turned to face his rigid dick.
"You've got a body," he grinned greedily eyeing me all over.
"And you've got a nice long prick," I giggled, squeezing it playfully.
"I like it," he smiled.
"So do I," I nodded, pumping it up and down.
"You like to suck it?"
"I can't wait to suck you," I laughed.
We finished showering, dried off and went back to the bedroom. He threw back the bedspread and the white sheets never looked better to me. Hopping quickly on the bed I turned on some soft music. He walked over to the champagne bucket, took a couple of glasses in one hand and the bottle with the other. Coming over to me he handed me both of them.
"Hold them while I pour some drinks for us."
The sparkling cool champagne bubbled as it splashed in the glass. We drank a couple of glasses each and then he said, "How about starting with some sucking?"
"Sure," I smiled.
"You tell me what you want to do and I'll let you do it."
"Turn over on your stomach," I insisted. He did. Then I got down between his legs and pressed my titties on his firm, round buttocks.
"You've got a nice ass," I laughed.
"I like those titties," he smiled down at me.
Then I moved down and buried my face in his buttocks, kissing him lavishly. My tongue licked away eagerly and he accommodatingly spread his buttocks for me. Soon I was slipping my tongue way inside his ass. Arching his asshole up for me so I could get in easily I continued eating his ass.
"You're the best ass-sucker I've ever had," he grinned. "You should go in business."
His compliment fired me up to suck him even better.
"Raise your legs," I told him.
"Like this," he smiled, lifting his legs way up in the air.
"Yes," I grinned, glancing in the mirror at his handsome naked body waiting to be loved.
"Now, you get up there and eat it," he panted.
The view of his cock, the position of his balls, it was a stimulating, erotic sight to see. He had a body that would turn any woman on. How lucky I was to get to love him. Jabbing my tongue quickly up his asshole I sucked him out. He had trouble holding still from the way he pitched his buttocks from one side and the other.
"Hold still," I said, trying to grip his cheeks firmly.
"When you turn me on like that, how can I?"
"Try," I insisted, as I gripped his buttocks firmly and again applied my tongue jabbing movements to his asshole. When I saw his huge penis getting harder and harder I couldn't wait to suck on it.
"Okay," I laughed, pulling my tongue out of his ass. "Let's have your prick."
"You're a real sucker," he laughed. "You like to suck, don't you, you like my asshole, huh?"
"Yes, I do," I assured him.
"I'll drink to that," he slurred, pouring himself another drink. Gulping it down he remembered he forgot to give me a drink too. Making fast amends he poured another. "Here's a drink for you too," he said handing me one. I needed it. All this wonderful sucking and fucking and loving was almost too much. After being without it for so long it was hard to have so much at my disposal. After the next drink I was raring to go. Gripping his rod firmly in one hand I began licking the length of his cock. I tickled his balls with my tongue until his body shivered and then capped the crown of his cock with my mouth.
"Suck it," he panted. "Suck my dick."
Thrilled to hear him command me to eat him, I took the whole thing in. Touching the back of my throat he got all excited all over again.
"Ohhhhhh, baby, that's beautiful. That is real fuckin'. Suck it ... suck it off ... eat my cum ... oh, baby, I've got a big load of it in my balls ... just for you ... keep that up ... more, suck, suck, ahhhhhhhh!"
Lost in the fury of the force of his fuck I forgot about everything in that moment. The closeness of his crotch excited me. His thick thighs on each side of me. His heavy sweaty balls. The smell of him here. I loved him.
"Cocksucker, suck," he said, sliding it in and out. Then he gripped my head with his hands and began his wild thrusts. "Eat it ... eat my pecker ... eat it ... oh, baby, suck my cock."
We were one, locked in love's most intimate embrace. His fabulous lunging penis pushing into my mouth. I pulled on his balls. I got a wild idea. Why not poke a finger up his ass and guide his charging buttocks as he gave his inches to me. Shoving the finger up his ass I guided him.
"Ohhhhhhh, I dig that. I dig that. Keep it up. Keep that up. Just what you're doing now. Ohhhhhh, that's nice. Beautiful. Beautiful."
"Oh baby, I can't stand it. I'm going. Ohhhh, gobble that prick. Suck my stuff. Eat it ... eat it up, lap it up, baby. You're eating man, baby ... hot, juicy prick-juice!"
The creamy thick cum shot from his pecker in a powerful jet-stream. I devoured every creamy drop of his fluid and then he tensed his legs, thrusting up for a few last plunges.
"Mmmmmmmm, baby, that was just great. Good to the last drop ... keep sucking."
When I'd completely devoured his dick I slipped my mouth off his penis and just rested my head in his crotch. He was a beautiful man. He began smoking and laughed.
"I never knew I was going to hit it lucky," he chuckled. "I mean it isn't every day you get a nice chick like you to go down on your cock."
"What are some of the women like you've had?"
"Whores," he laughed.
"No," I insisted, "Don't just call names, tell me what they were like."
"Oh, they're not bad, but, they're not good if you know what I mean. Some older chicks usually who can't make a living any other way. Sometimes you find a nice young hooker who gives you a good fuck. But, there are problems."
"Why can't you tell me about the problems?"
"I can," he continued laughing, "if you want to hear about them."
"I do," I assured him.
"Well, a lot of these gals don't have any home. I mean they're like orphans. They grow up with everybody putting the make on them and then somebody pays them for doing it. That's when they catch on they can sell pussy."
"That's kind of sad, isn't it?"
"You bet it is," he said firmly. "Those little whores lose their cunts. I mean big pricks stretch those cunts all out of shape. Then if they get kids and they don't do one hell of a lot of exercises they're no good to fuck anymore. You could drive a truck through some of them cunts."
"Mine's nice and tight," I told him.
"That's why I want to eat it," he said, slipping down to meet my pussy. He began licking hungrily.
"You eat a lot of pussy?"
"Yes, if it's a nice clean cunt I don't mind eating it. A chick like you keeps it clean," he smiled.
"Eat me," I said hotly.
"You betcha', baby," he said, guiding his tongue into my box. He really had the tongue of a man who'd done a lot of cunt-licking. He knew just how to keep it real stiff and when he used his teeth on my clit I thought I'd gush.
"Ohhhhhh, I love that, I love that," I moaned.
"I thought you would," he laughed. "All the cunts I've eaten say nibbling is the greatest."
"Nibble, nibble me," I ordered him. His teeth again went into my clitoris. Lashing his tongue around inside my warm cunt was about the nicest thing any man could do for a girl I concluded.
I threw my legs up and he placed a pillow under my buttocks so he could get his face in there and lick.
"Suck, suck, suck it," I told him, just like he told me. This turned him on. My unconventional ways were exciting him. I was sure as hell no hooker and he had himself a fresh piece of ass. No wonder he rejoiced.
"Pussy eater," I giggled. "Eat that pussy. Get that juice. Hit that love button, suck on it ... ohhhh, that's nice. You're a good pussy eater. They teach this in the army, or is it something you are born with?"
Humiliating comments made him grovel with his tongue still farther.
"Suck my ass, lover," I told him. He was so hot now I knew he'd do anything I wanted him to and I was taking full advantage of it. Holding my buttocks high, his tongue darted inside my ass and anxiously he sucked away.
"Beautiful," I groaned, "Beautiful. That is what I call ass-sucking ... keep it up ass sucker, keep it up."
He did. The lashing I took I will never forget. My pussy was starting to drip as my love juices began flowing. It would be awful if I came and his mouth wasn't there to suck his pussy dessert.
"Oh, baby, get back to my cunt ... I'm coming." He went back to my slit, swiftly sticking his tongue inside and tasting me. I threshed about and he gripped me tightly as he pinned his face to my pussy and ate me up.
"Why don't you and me get married?" he suggested.
"You're out of your mind," I told him grinning.
"Yes, yes, I am, but, it's delicious."
"One pussy-eating operation and you think we should marry."
"I can't think of a better reason," he said hotly.
"You don't even know if you'd enjoy fucking me," I told him frankly. "You've just eaten me."
"I'm horny to try that," he said excitedly. "Baby, I wasn't kidding. This is my first time. Let's put some towels under my ass, you know what I mean."
"Oh, oh, yes ... yes, I'll do that," he said, leaping from the bed and darting for the bathroom. Returning with some heavy towels he spread three layers below me. Then getting on top of me he pressed down on me and began lavishing my face with kisses.
"You love me, don't you?" I smiled.
As his huge prick slid in place between my legs I saw him nod and look off. He was lost in the sensation of fucking. This moment was precious to him. I was tight. I knew that. Then a searing pain flashed through me. It broke. I was getting my breaking-in.
"Oh, God, that's beautiful," he groaned. "I broke your cherry. You weren't kidding. I am first in here."
Reaching for his buttocks and stroking them gently, I looked up into his eyes as the thrusts drove me out of my mind with happiness.
"I told you I was a virgin," I sighed.
He wasn't fucking me though. He didn't know it though. I knew it. Jim was giving it to me, ramming it up there and breaking me in for his woman. Bill was a makeshift screw. He was just the man who happened to come along at the right time, but, he was not the man I felt fucking me. I can't explain how this could be, but, it happened. I felt Jim's thrusting pecker pushing inside me. It was Jim who burst my cherry. It was Jim who put his mouth to mine and thrust his tongue inside my mouth.
Gripping his firm, thrusting buttocks I guided his ass as he fucked. He loved it.
"Keep your hands on my ass," Bill smiled, "I love it." I did. He shot his gun inside me. The feel of his hot juices splashing inside my cunt surpassed anything I'd ever known before. I loved his tool. I loved his juices.
When he pulled it out I could see we needed to clean ourselves pretty bad. We both hopped off the bed, took the towels to the bathroom and tried to rinse the blood out of them. None had gotten on the sheets, thanks to the thickness of the towels.
After a short nap I got up, left a note for Bill and never saw him again. It was cruel perhaps, because, I think the guy thought he was in love with me. But, I couldn't think of anyone but Jim at that time. Sometimes I wish I at least had his address so I could contact him, but, that's in the past and that's how life is. Funny. But not funny. Anyway, something terrible happened to me. I was pregnant. I had to have an abortion.
After that I didn't want any guy ramming it up there. If I could find a guy who'd eat me or if I could suck his cock off, well and good. But, this constant fear of having a child worked havoc on me in other ways. I couldn't form any meaningful relationships with young men who really dug me.
My dog Lover became my soul companion for awhile. Lover was adorable. I decided sweet oil wasn't sufficient enticement for him. So, I used other things, like honey and things I knew a dog would dig to keep him eating my pussy. Lover was all to me now. We played, ran, laughed together.
Don't think I'm crazy because I say Lover laughs. He does and he cries too. Just like a human being, our emotions got so closely knit that Lover would pine when I was gone to work. He'd stay in one big old chair and put his head between his paws and wait. When I'd come home, the sad eyes changed to happy bright eyes, radiant with love and gentleness. In many ways I have since thought that it is a shame people look down on dog-love. There is nothing wrong or shabby or cheap about a dog loving a girl, providing the feelings are spontaneous.
Like the time Lover let me know in his own wonderful way that he wanted to put his penis inside me. I flipped! I'm not crazy. I mean just because I communicate with a dog on a personal basis. If anything, it means I'm so sensitive that I act as a sex-magnet to the animal kingdom. Maybe I'd turn a monkey on, who knows? Although I'll admit I'm not attracted to monkey-fucking.
One night it was raining cats and dogs. The lightning and thunder got to Lover. He always hated those loud thunder claps and would come bounding to me as if to say, "Can't you turn it off?" For Lover I would if I could, believe me. Anyway, I thought it might relax him if we went to bed early. We got in bed and I drew him to me and suddenly I felt his hard-on.
"Lover," I gasped, "you've got a hard-on for me."
I wished he could talk 'cause I know he would have said, "Yes, yes, baby, let's fuck."
Anyway, he turned me on. So I thought, what the hell. Who would it hurt? Nobody. If Lover's pecker needed to have some fucking and my cunt needed it too we could help each other out. I poured some oil on my hand and stroked his penis for him. You should have seen the expression on his face. It was like I turned on a light inside him.
"You dig that, don't you darling?" I asked him. Yes, I called him darling because he was my lover-darling. I'm not ashamed to tell you that was what I felt. Any honest feeling one has sexually should never produce shame. I read that from one of those psychologists who writes important things about sex, shame, and guilt, including a whole chapter on animal sex.
Anyway, you should have seen that sweetheart go to it. "Lover," I gasped, as he jabbed it in. "Lover," I gasped, "Oh, darling, shove it in there. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck!"
I cried. I did. That dog gave me just what I needed, where I needed it and when.
Reaching for Jim's picture I felt him loving me. He was the one who bought Lover for me. Maybe this was all his way of continuing his love. What a beautiful thought it was. How awful of Mother to make it impossible for me ever to feel Jim's powerful manhood thrusting up my cunt. How many times I thanked God that I'd been wise enough to have any sex at all with Jim. But now the gift he gave me of Lover was making up for him being gone. Lover instinctively knew just how to screw me. Most people never stop to think of how natural it is for dogs to love women. But when it happens to you then you know it is as normal and natural as can be.
"Ohhhh, Lover," I panted as he thrust his tool inside me. Then he exploded. It was wonderful to take his hot cum inside my body.
That was the first of many times we had sex together. Finally I got lonesome though and began going out with some fellows I thought I'd like.
Drive-in movies simply bored me until I learned the reason for being there. This guy Frank unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis.
"How about it?" he grinned.
"What?" I gasped.
"Blow me," he asked anxiously.
Bending over I took the head of it in my mouth. He thrust fiercely, almost choking me with his cock. I tried to angle myself so I didn't injure myself and then I let him thrust to his heart's delight.
"Ohhhhhh, baby, suck it," he begged, "suck my cock."
Eagerly I ate his dick. The smell of his crotch, the magnificent head on his rigid dick, I knew I was hung-up on cocksucking.
"That's it, that's it," he said, holding me tight to his burning loins. Reaching down I diddled his hairy balls. He liked my willingness to take him.
"Eat it baby, it's good for you ... creamy good." He thrust hard and suddenly it splashed inside my mouth. Gulping it down quickly I tasted him.
Since then I've had a lot of guys who found out I sucked. But, sometimes I think maybe there is more. Maybe if Lover and I quit having sex, maybe I could get married. I'm torn between being loyal to Jim in some sick-crazy way and being loyal to Lover. And always there is the nagging feeling I'm missing something."
SUMMARY
Lenora was an extremely loyal and sensitive young woman. Her experience is not unlike many other women who have kept themselves for one man. When this enormous desire is unfulfilled frustrations are as sure to follow as night follows day.
In this case it was indeed fortunate that she was able to have some sexual expression with the man she loved so urgently in her youth. Had this not been the case it is entirely possible she might have ended her life.
The fact some of this desire did find expression is in her favor where her mental health is concerned. However, the gift of the dog created a loyalty in her warped mind wherein the dog symbolized Jim. This was tragic indeed. The fact that the dog could satisfy her sexually made it easier for her to withdraw from the harsh world of reality into a dream-world arrangement of her own creation.
Finally she did have an affair. However, this did little to bring her back to normalcy as the affair was on the rebound of the death of her beloved. The abortion that followed, involving pain, humiliation and financial burden all added to the burden of sorrow she carried locked within her heart.
While the small front seat affairs she had did help put her in touch with some form of human contact it still was not sufficient to help her. The young men who used her were only interested in obtaining maximum sexual gratification with the minimum involvement in time, emotion or money.
The blow job or "fellatio" activities in some ways intensified her isolation. She felt she was having a personal contact when it was about as impersonal and unmeaningful to the men involved as it could be.
She was seeking love, loyalty and feeling. This is why she felt so completely in love with "Lover" her dog. "Lover" is a stumbling block to her recovery. It is a crutch that cripples her contacts with men who might be able to save her from total despair.
What will happen eventually is that she will find it necessary to resort to dope or drink to sustain the illusion-land she has created for herself.
Lenora is also very much inclined to feel sorry for herself. She has told her whole story from the viewpoint of her playing the role of a tragic heroine and all others puppets whom she can play with as she pleases.
When she stops to realize she is basically a terribly selfish as well as frustrated person, she might focus on the misery she has brought to her mother. Instead she has blamed her mother's view on her marriage as the sole cause of her unfolding problems.
The truth of the matter is there was nothing that prevented her from doing what she wanted to in spite of the advice of her mother. Her own indecision was never considered as one of the contributing reasons to her refusal to have the "precious-to-her" chance to experience sexual relations in the normal sense with the great love of her life, Jim.
When she accepts her own responsibility for some of the problems and traumas she has lived through, instead of shifting the blame constantly to others, she can then better face up to the challenges she faces in her future.
Painful as it may be for her, Lover has got to go. She cannot continue the sick affair any longer. While she may feel a dog can give her all the affection and emotional involvement she needs, she is only lying to herself in so thinking.
She needs to re-arrange her life, go to another town, another environment. When the reminders of her past problems are removed she will be pleasantly surprised to realize life can be beautiful.
The fact she has come to us for advice is a good sign. It shows she recognizes within herself some unfulfilled need. If she will listen to the advice we have given to her there is every reason to believe she will lose her phobias and fears. If she never again involves herself with dogs she will have a chance to become a happy married woman with a totally new lease on life. This is what she can have, if she is willing to accept it.