Chapter 2
The Erotic And The Animal
Large urban communities are more conducive to the growth of animalism in people than are farms. Huge cities are cold, sterile places to many men and women who, in their desperation to find warmth and affection, turn to pets for comfort.
Mona, 23, is one such person who found the thought of bestiality less and less repulsive to her the longer she lived in New York City. She came to one of the largest urban developments in the world right after business school hoping to find glamour, success and love. Here is what she found in her own words:
"I can't describe to you how excited I was five years ago when I first came to New York. All my life I had been cooped up in small towns and small colleges and now I was sure that I would commence to really live. There were so many people rushing along the streets of Times Square that I was certain that it was impossible to be lonely in this city of eight million. How wrong I was!
"I found a job with a good firm at a nice salary. I was so busy in the first couple of months in New York that I just didn't have time for loneliness. There was the problem of finding a place close to work so I wouldn't have to ride those crowded subways every day. I signed a two year lease on a cozy little apartment in one of those middle-income high-risers. The rent was stiff but I could afford it. I had visions of myself entertaining long lines of attractive young men in my new place. I had the small-town idea that neighbors were, well, neighborly.
"The building I was in held more people than most towns I've been to. Since I had never been lonely in any of those towns I was sure that I would soon be meeting all sorts of new friends. I didn't expect anyone to come around with a Welcome Wagon but I did expect a few smiles at least.
"After the first excitement about the job and the new apartment wore off I began to get keenly aware of my solitude. As huge as the complex I lived in was I hardly even got to see my next door neighbors let alone talk to them. People came and went in the building with a minimum of social contact. One Saturday morning I took deliberate pains to meet some of the people on my floor by waiting outside in the hall until a door opened.
"I'll never forget that day. I trembled as I gazed down the hall and looked at those closed doors and wondered what kind of life, if any, were behind them. Then the door next to mine opened and a woman in her thirties stepped out with a sullen expression on her face. She didn't seem to be in the mood for conversation but I introduced myself to her anyhow. She stared at me blankly. "I'm running late," she said after giving me her name and darted down the hallway as if expecting me to ask her for money or make a sexual proposition.
"Anyhow, I did manage to introduce myself to my next door neighbor, at least and lingered in the hall to see who else I'd be living with for a couple of years.
"A young couple stepped out of one of the apartments and again, I introduced myself to them. 'Drop by for drinks later on, why don't you?' I offered.
"Both seemed taken back by my aggressive show of friendship. They smiled weakly and muttered something about being 'in a hurry'. Like the woman, they seemed anxious to get away from the small-town rube. Later on I found out that those were the favorite expressions of New Yorkers: 'I'm running late' and 'I'm in a hurry.'
"My first overtures for friendship fell flat. The woman next to me was a widow who lived alone yet she seemed to be content with her solitude. The young couple never accepted my invitation for cocktails and they seemed to have their own circle of friends that did not permit intruders. That's what I felt like in the building ... an intruder, an outsider.
"I did meet some people at work but none of my relationships seemed to blossom into friendships. To begin with most of the men were married and the few single ones either had girls or were not interested in female companionship. I mostly went but with some of the girls in the office. We went to those Swinging Singles bars that are common in Manhattan. I hated them because most of the men I met were usually in one stage of drunkenness or other. None of them seemed interested in a lasting friendship and only wanted to have one-night stands with as many girls as possible. They had enough girls falling in bed with them so they were spoiled. I made up my mind I wasn't going to be a sex object for a night or a week. If I took a lover it would have to last a little longer.
"One night, out of sheer loneliness, I dropped by one of these bars myself and let this chubby fellow buy me drinks. He wasn't good looking but he seemed sober and intelligent, at least. After three or four drinks I wasn't feeling any pain and I allowed myself to be taken to his apartment. When we were alone he started to feel my body up and I didn't resist. I figured ... what the hell? I had sexual needs like everyone else so why not have them satisfied?
"The chubby fellow pressed me against his bed and pushed my dress up. He pulled my panties down and he kept saying all along. 'Just relax ... take it easy.'
"I heard his zipper open and his clothing being moved. Suddenly he was on top of me and I felt his heavy, smooth organ dig into my vagina. Our lips met as he pushed into me. His breath smelled of liquor but mine did, too, I suppose. We were both somewhat drunk but I'm not using that as an excuse. I wanted him; I wanted something to make me feel less alone.
"His member pushed all the way into my body and he started to pump up and down with strong, virile strokes. Excitement mounted in me like water rising behind a dam. It had been so long since anyone had ever demonstrated this much attention to me that I almost wept with joy. I pushed my body up to meet his. He slipped his sweaty hands under my butts and squeezed them. 'That's it!' he gasped with passion. 'You're screwing good, honey!'
"He kept ramming into me until he had an orgasm. I felt his shooting fluid fill my body and I opened my mouth to receive his probing tongue. His body was heavy on mine but I gloried in the warmth it gave me. For the first time since I had come to New York I was enmeshed, deeply, with another living being.
"A door suddenly opened. 'You bastard!' a woman screamed. 'How many times have I told you not to bring your bitches home?'
"The woman was his wife. I had learned another lesson: Every man who went to the 'singles' bars was not a bachelor.
"I tried to establish lasting affairs with men but none took. I'm not unattractive and I'm anything but sexually cold. For awhile I thought I had found my man when this handsome junior executive invited me out. When he brought me home I let him come in for some coffee. We sat on the sofa and started to kiss. He placed his hand on my legs and pushed it all the way up to my crotch. One of his fingers probed into my pussy and I was ready to go all the way with him. But he didn't press on and left rather quickly. We went out on a few more dates after that but he never got any more passionate with me than he had that first time. Then, one day, he told me why ... he had been made impotent because of a wound he had received in Korea.
"I was still willing to date him and even have sex relations, after a fashion, with him but he stopped seeing me because he had revealed his secret. After a year in New York these were the only two affairs, if you could call them that, that I had with men.
"One of the girls I worked with at the office invited me to an inter-racial party. I had never gone out with a black man before so I was thrilled when a very dark, very handsome fellow asked me for a date. He didn't waste much time getting into me and before I knew it, I was standing in front of him naked. He ran his dark hands over my breasts and vagina and he told me that he had a 'thing' for white girls. Then he stripped off his clothes and I gazed at his smooth, ebony skin. His erected flesh was large and throbbing and he thrust it into my waiting cleft. He moved hard and fast. The nipples of my hot bosom came to rigid points and scraped against his chest. His orgasm came in a flood and I moaned.
"We lived together for a month, the longest personal relationship I was ever to have in New York. The black man was a bit of a sadist but I stayed on with him because I thought it was better than being alone. It seemed that he only wanted me to show off in front of white men that he could take one of their women. He didn't love me. I doubted that he could love anyone.
"I found out I was pregnant and asked my dark lover what he intended to do about it. I expected that the least he would do is find an abortionist but, instead, he denied that the unborn baby was his. I screamed at him and clawed his sneering face. He responded by beating me up. When I came to my nose was broken and he had deserted me. End of another affair in glamorous New York.
"My next problem was the baby. If my employer found out I was having a child out of wedlock I'd probably be fired. When I thought of what my life would be like trying to raise a half-black child by myself I shuddered. A girl at the office put me in touch with an abortionist and I had the thing cut out of me for three hundred dollars.
"I avoided men after that and concentrated only on my work. When the lease was up at my apartment I moved out. In the two years I had lived there I hadn't made a single friend. I moved into a smaller place hoping that a new neighborhood was what I needed. But, as always, people were cold, stiff and suspicious. In New York every friendly overture is looked upon with suspicion because people feel you want something when you talk to them. All I ever wanted was a little warmth.
"I tried sharing my place with another girl but she slipped into my bed one night and started kissing me. When I told her that I wasn't queer she got mad. 'Then why the hell did you invite me to share your apartment?' she wanted to know.
"See? That's the paranoia you find in New York. I had thought I was doing a girl a favor by allowing her to room with me but she took my offer as a sexual proposition.
"So, now I didn't dare make any more overtures to females as well as males. People just didn't trust me and I started not to trust them. Who was left? Who could I turn to for a little affection?
"I found a torn cat on my doorstep one rainy night and scooped him up. When I fed the wet creature some milk he purred with gratitude. My heart went out to the animal. Here was something, at least, that wasn't going to use, misuse or abuse me. When I went to bed the cat, which I named Lover, jumped up next to me and curled himself near my head.
"Lover purred and I drifted off into the best sleep I had in weeks. In the morning I started to talk to the cat as if it were a human being. 'Well, Lover, what would you like for breakfast? Milk? Are you on a liquid diet?
"The animal rubbed against my bare leg and the sensation was strangely ... sexual. I picked Lover up and held him against one of my bared tits. He leaned over and started to lick the nipple. My skin filled with goose-bumps and I put the cat down quickly. 'You're getting weird, Mona,' I told myself.
"I knew all I had done was pick up a mangy alley cat but I could not get Lover out of my mind while I worked that day at the office. I began to worry that he would not be home when I got there. I had suffered enough desertions and disappointments in New York.
"When I put the key in my door I heard Lover rush to meet me. He all but jumped up into my arms when I entered the apartment. I held him next to my face and listened to him purr. I knew that he wasn't putting on an act, pretending to love me just to see what he could squeeze me for. There was a steak in the refrigerator and I cut it in half and gave him a large piece. You should have seen the way he ate it! I gazed down at this small, soft, living lump of fur at my feet and realized that, at last, I had found something in New York I could relate to and which would relate to me.
"I really spoiled Lover. I gave him the best of everything but, then, how expensive could that be? I bathed him and brushed his fur and once tried to enter him in a cat show but it only wanted pedigrees. Soon this cat became the center of my life. I always knew he would be home waiting for me when I got there. My big fear was that he would run off because cats aren't known for their fidelity. Even so, Lover was the most faithful creature I had met so far in New York. He was with me longer than all my so-called human friends had been put together.
"I still had my sexual needs but I knew what kind of trouble I could get into trying to soothe them. One hot night I took a shower and lay on the bed naked with my legs spread. Lover jumped up next to me and in a silly move, I placed one of my hands over my vagina. 'Now why am I doing this?' I asked myself aloud and took my hand away. People who live alone for some time get into the habit of talking to themselves. I suppose it's a form of vocal masturbation.
"Lover gazed at my nakedness with yellow eyes. He rubbed his head against my thigh and a bolt of ecstasy shot through my body! No man had ever given me quite that feeling. I cupped my hand under Lover's soft belly and picked him up. I placed him on my stomach and I felt my face burn with growing excitement. The small creature was under my complete control. I could do anything with him.
"I placed Lover right on my hairy slit and he clawed at the pubic region gently. Those bolts of excitement keep flashing through my flesh. I took one of Lover's paws and slipped it into my vagina. His claws opened but he didn't try to hurt me. I moved the paw up and down along my opening like a phallic object and my heart began to pound heavily. I took the paw out and gasped. 'Lover ... Lover, will you marry me?" I asked.
"The cat clawed gently at my pubic hairs again as if intrigued by this part of my human anatomy he had never come in contact with before. I cupped my hand under his soft belly and lifted him high over my head. I gazed at the spot where his feline penis lay encased in fur. I kissed the area and felt his tiny tube of sex react. I ran the tip of my tongue over the place between his hind legs and Lover hunched his body. Sexual desire was warming him. I had to remember that he had no female cat in which to love just as I had no male human. We were two of a kind. We had something in common.
"As I licked the soft underbelly of the cat his penis started to erect. It grew out of his fur like a pinky finger or a slim, red candle. I opened my mouth and fellated the animal. Lover pumped his small body back and forth in a fornicating manner as I made oral love to him. I held his tiny, aroused body with both my hands and had to keep his claws from digging into my flesh. A stream of warm, salty liquid squirted into my mouth and I knew he had reached his climax. I kept mouthing Lover until I had taken all he had to offer and licked his penis as it became limp and withdrew into his fur again.
"Lover began to purr after the sexual release and I placed him between my breasts. I pushed both of the globes of flesh together so that the inner sides of my tits rubbed against his furry body. My nipples stuck up hard like erected cat's penises themselves. My whole body roared with silent excitement. Never in my life had I ever had such a completely satisfying sexual experience.
"I felt no guilt about making it with an animal then. After so many dashed hopes and lonely nights I was only grateful that I had some kind of outlet. My affair with the cat was a genuine love relationship. What was most thrilling about it was the fact that it went both ways. Lover loved me as much as I loved him.
"When I boarded the bus going home from work every day I no longer envied the people next to me who probably had someone waiting for them. I no longer had to return to an empty apartment; I, too, had someone waiting for me. As soon as I put the key into the door my lover would come running. No human had ever been that anxious to see me before in my life.
"I began to train the cat to perform other erotic acts upon my body. I poured milk into my cunt and had him lick it up. I spread my sexual opening wide apart so that he could run his tongue along the inner walls of my cleft. Lover also licked my tits when I poured milk over them and I gloried in the feeling of that rough, darting little tongue against my flesh.
"Then, one day after work, I opened the door and Lover didn't come running. I searched the house madly calling for him and then I realized I had left one of the windows open which was something I had never done before. Lover had run out on me, deserted me like a human being!
"I threw myself on the bed and cried aloud. 'Lover!' I screamed and pounded the pillows. Then I thought that he might have been run over and ran out into the street calling for him. A policeman stopped me thinking I had lost a child. When I told him that it was my cat he laughed and told me to take it easy. He just didn't know how much that animal meant to me.
"After rushing all over the neighborhood I realized that Lover hadn't been run over and had to face the awful fact that I had been abandoned again. I went back to my apartment, got drunk and fell into a deep sleep. I called in sick the next morning and spent the rest of the day trying to get a grip on myself. He was only a cat, I kept telling myself but this was no comfort at all. The only comfort that helped me was the realization I could always find another animal. But ... I haven't. Lover wasn't just a pet; he was my lover and in this big, cold, paranoic city lovers are hard to find. Right now I'm living alone again. My doctor wants me to find someone to keep me company for the sake of my sanity. You see, I had a breakdown after Lover deserted me. I would like to have someone to love, I really would. But, after living in New York City for five years one learns not to be so quick about reaching out to another human being. Animals are safer."
Eva P., 34, lives in a fashionable apartment in Chicago. Because of the alimony payments she is receiving from her fourth ex-husband she does not have to go to work. She is well-built and on the brassy side. As she gave this interview, Tarzan, her Great Dane dog, lay on her feet allowing her to rub his body with her bare feet.
"I'm not a bit shy about saying that Tarzan here is the best man I've ever found in my life and believe me, I've had 'em all. Ever since I was twelve boys and even grown men have been after my body. I developed early. I had the tits of an adult woman when I was fourteen. The first guy who ever made me was my stepfather. I think the only reason he married my mother was to get into me.
"He busted my cherry wide open one night when he crept into my room. My mother, his wife, had gone visiting so he had me alone. 'Eva,' he grinned, 'ever see a man's pecker?' The bastard really believed in the direct approach.
"My stepfather pulled out his organ and waved it in my face. I was both disgusted and attracted by the exhibitionism because, after all, I'm a normal, healthy girl. When the freak sees I'm not going to scream or move away he pulls my pajama bottoms down and chews on my slit. I didn't know it at the time but he always had trouble getting his pecker up and he liked to use his mouth first to get his engine going. He opened the top part of my pajamas and sucked on both of my nipples. I knew that all this was wrong but this was my first real sex experience and I guess I was too aroused to say no.
"He then put his body on mine and rammed his staff into my clit. I felt something break inside me and I knew it was my virginal veil. My stepfather lifted his body and pushed it down slowly, enjoying every inch of the love-making. Suddenly he rolled over and let his sperm shoot over my belly. 'Don't want to give you a baby, baby,' he grinned.
"That was the first time. It was hot and quick and it turned me into a woman. Once I found out that I could pick and choose any man I wanted for a husband I picked the richest one I could find. I was only seventeen at the time and what I considered rich was a bald creep who owned a bunch of cabs. He was forty and a bachelor who had a passion for young meat. He wanted me to be his mistress but I demanded a ring first.
"It was a lousy marriage from the start. Once he got his rocks off on the wedding night he realized that he made a mistake in marrying me. All he wanted was a quick, shack-up and nothing more. The creep was a born bachelor who should never have gotten married. He made life so miserable for me that I agreed to the divorce.
"I was too young then to know that I could've milked him for more money so I didn't think I was losing much when I lost the settlement to marry another guy. Number Two was a lush who was out of his skull most of his time on booze so I dropped him after eight months of drunken brawls. Number Three was my first millionaire. He had been married before and I soon found out why all his wives had left him ... he had this sick urge to inflict pain. Before we were married he was nice and sweet but, once he thought he owned my body through marriage, he showed me his other face. When I told the judge about his need to whip my poor ass I got the best settlement of all my three husbands. I would've been satisfied to go on collecting when Number Three went bankrupt through bad investments and I was broke again.
"I hooked into my second millionaire and fourth husband two years ago. As you can see it didn't work out. The character used to bring home teenaged girls and have sex with them in front of me. Well, I wanted to be sure I'd get set for life with the next divorce settlement so I had a private detective get all kinds of evidence on Number Four's passion for teenyboppers. With this evidence I made my last husband give me a thousand a month. The dough will be rolling in for the rest of my life so I'd be a damn fool if I married again and lost the loot.
"When I left the divorce court for the fourth and last time I suddenly realized that I had no feeling for men, none at all. Every man I had married had only been for money. I knew of divorced women who take on lovers but not me. After a twenty year career of marrying all the wrong men I was through with them for life. They were nothing but trouble.
"I didn't want to live alone in this apartment without some kind of protection so I went shopping for a big, tough watchdog. The minute I put my eyes on Tarzan I knew that he was for me.
"Once I brought him back to the apartment I realized that he was more than just a pet or a watchdog ... he was company. All my life I had to bear the yappings of human dogs demanding this and that but now that I had a real dog, the animal kind, I realized what I had missed in life and what none of my husband's had been able to give me. Tarzan gave me a sense of security. When I heard his big paws pad across the floor I breathed a sigh of relief because I knew that I was being protected. Every time I used to hear any of my husband's feet my stomach used to tighten because I knew that they would have some complaint to give or some rotten, perverted demand to make.
"The sex stuff didn't start until almost six months after I had bought the Great Dane. I was in the apartment with him and noticed that he was hot and bothered. The poor beast was in a mating mood and since he didn't have any bitches to screw, rubbed up against arms of chairs. A couple of times he even tried to mount me. When he did I noticed what a big dick he had and how aroused he was. Feeling sorry for the animal I grabbed his flesh and started to masturbate him.
"Tarzan rolled over on his back and panted with happiness as I commenced to relieve him of his burden. His sperm shot out and I had a quick memory of the time my stepfather had released himself outside my body. Men and dogs ... how alike they were.
"Now that the dog knew where to go to for sexual comfort he took to rubbing against me any time he needed release. I got to enjoy masturbating the big, beautiful creature. I suppose my own needs were being satisfied, too. Although I had given up human males I hadn't given up sex entirely.
"The more I jerked Tarzan off the more I wanted even greater intimacies. One morning I got out of bed naked and found Tarzan gazing at my body. I got a kick out of standing in front of him in the nude and he walked over to me. He stuck his cold nose right into my vagina. What a sensation! I stepped back but he followed and pushed his nose right into my sexual opening. Then his big, thick tongue licked inside me and I gasped with pleasure. Men had gone down on me before but none have thrilled me as much as my big dog. His tongue went inside me deeper than any human had ever penetrated during a French job. I let Tarzan lick me and helped him along by bending over the bed with my back against the mattress, my feet on the floor and my legs spread wide.
" 'If you could only screw me now,' I told the animal because he had made me ready for a good, healthy screwing.
"Then I figured ... why not? What could be so difficult about getting a dog to make it with a human female. I urged Tarzan to stop Frenching me and had him put his front paws on the bed. I then grabbed his dick which was swollen and getting harder and placed the tip of it in my vagina. Once Tarzan found my warm, slitted opening he erected quickly and his penis slipped all the way into me. Now my dog isn't as well-endowed as is a human male but, as the saying goes: it isn't what you got, it's how you use it.
"Tarzan, my Great Dane, is in an uncomfortable position because dogs don't screw in the human face-to-face way. I help him along by pushing my torso up towards him. His rutting organ keeps slipping out but I keep pushing it back in with my hand. Then he lets loose. It's the first male fluid I had had for a hell of a long time. I'm surprised at the force and amount of his stream; it is about the same as a human male's orgasm.
"When I release the dog he licks my vagina again but this time with increased passion. I turn over on my belly and he licks between my butt halves. The rough, wet tongue against my anus makes me clutch at the mattress because I have to hold on to something in order to control myself.
"Tarzan puts his front paws on the bed again and I feel his red power piston probing between my tunnel. He's aroused once more and now he wants to make it in his doggy fashion. I try to push my can up so he could get at my vagina but he finds my anal opening easier to get at. To Tarzan an opening is an opening and he doesn't realize he wants to Greek job me.
"Men have screwed me in the rear before and I had never liked it because they always hurt even with lubricants. But the Great Dane's pecker is just the right size for sodomy. He rams his thing all the way into my anus with one stroke once he finds the mark and pumps. Since this position is much more comfortable for him he goes like blazes. I grab on to the bedcovers as he bangs away and has another orgasm.
"Tarzan is satisfied now and leaves my body. It takes me a little longer to unwind. I lay on the bed moaning and groaning while Tarzan goes over to his bowl of water and licks it up. All that sex has made him thirsty.
"From that day on we become lovers. I have friends who have female Great Danes they want to pair off with Tarzan but I told them that I'm bitch enough for the dog. They think I'm joking. If only they could see me in action with my animal lover.
"I understand that dog ages seven years for everyone in a human being's life. This means that I can't count on Tarzan for satisfaction forever. In another year he will be middle-aged. In a year after that he will probably give up interest in sex. When that happens I'll just get me another dog. Hell, I've had me four husbands, haven't I? Why can't I have as many dogs?
"Tarzan is a quick-study as far as sexual positions are concerned. I've taught him to screw me in the human fashion with him on top and me on the bottom face-to-face. When the bedroom is dark and we're both under the blanket I forget that he's an animal. For all I know he probably thinks of me as another dog. Well, all of my husband's called me a bitch. It looks like they were right after all."
Bernard, 38, is a bachelor real estate agent who owns the building he has an attractive apartment in. Quiet spoken, slender and financially secure he could have his pick of several of the single girls who are living in his building but he prefers the company of a pair of dogs; one male and the other female. These are mixed-breeds and rather large. The real estate agent is proud of the fact that the canine pair have accepted him as one of their own.
"I'm not one of these people who turn to animals only because they cannot find satisfaction with humans. I have had intercourse with humans on social and sexual levels but I prefer the company of dogs.
"In college I was something of a sex fiend with the girls, as a matter of fact. As a teen-aged stud with very active glands I chased anything that wore a skirt. When I reflect on my youth I realize that I was just trying to prove my manhood rather than chasing girls just because I was so wild about them. I don't mean that I'm a latent homosexual or anything like that. The idea of having sex with another male never entered my head. It was just that I was never really satisfied after the most intimate erotic contacts. There was always a certain emptiness within me that indicated I should seek out other forms of pleasure.
"When I graduated college I took a crack at teaching for awhile because it seemed to be the quickest way to enter a profession. I wanted to think of my future because I was in love with a girl and wanted to marry her. At least, I thought I was in love with this girl. She had a good figure, long blonde hair and a very sensual disposition. I probably wanted to marry her only because she was one of the few girls who didn't allow me to get into her panties. Some girls get guys by rolling over on their backs as soon as they're touched while others, more subtle, do it the opposite way by making themselves appear precious and untouched and therefore more attractive than they really are. When I taught school and let the best part of my salary pile up in a bank account to support this coming marriage with my blonde goddess, I began to have second thoughts about her. Suppose I married her, had my orgasm and then realized she was just like any other girl? I would then be stuck for the rest of my life with someone I didn't care for but would have to care for financially all the rest of her days. One warm evening I decided to sample this golden product before I bought it.
"I took Julie out for a drive and parked beside a romantic lake. She was now so sure of me, I suppose, that her guard was down and when I started pawing her tits. 'No, Bernard, no,' she said without much conviction as I peeled away her bra. She was worked up and ready to go all the way. I plastered my mouth against one of her nipples and started to suck. The nipple came to a point under the caressings of my tongue and I knew that she was willing to roll over for me even though she felt the need to put up a phony virgin act.
" 'We shouldn't, Bernard,' she whispered. 'Just wait until we get married, darling. That will be time enough.'
"I couldn't quite believe her so I aroused Julie further by licking both nipples entirely. She squirmed in the car seat and moaned in ecstasy. I peeled off her dress and took her panties down. In the moonlight she did look like a golden goddess more fiction than real. In hurried desperation I took off my trousers and shorts. Julie, seeing my penis, reached over and grabbed it hungrily. 'I've never seen a man like this before,' she told me.
"With a sense of guilt that I was deflowering a virgin I pressed the girl against the seat. I mounted her quickly and rammed in my member. For a virgin her slit was loose and I encountered no resistance as I plowed my flesh into her body.
"Julie threw caution to the winds and responded to me in kind by wrapping her bare legs around my thrusting hips. She kissed me hard with her mouth wide open and our tongues started making their own kind of love. I rammed into my bride-to-be with gusto and spilled over.
" 'Bernard!' Julie gasped. 'Oh, Bernard, you're the best yet!'
"She said the words before she had time to think. She had given herself away. I was the best compared to what other guy ... or bunch of guys? When I pulled out of her I looked down at her pubic area and found it untainted by her virginal blood. She had been leading me on all along like someone dangling a carrot in front of a mule to make it move. That carrot was supposed to be her virginity but now it was obvious she hadn't even had that. With the carrot gone the mule stopped. I washed my hands of the blonde deceiver and went my own way.
"Julie changed my life, really. Because I no longer wanted her I felt free enough to give up the teaching profession which had never appealed to me. I traveled for a while on the money I had saved and running true to form, I banged broads left and right in every corner of the globe. After being drained of sexual desire one night I looked into the mirror and asked myself if I really did care for fornication all that much. I answered back that I really didn't and that began a period of celibacy for me. Now and then I got the itch for sex but I stilled the feeling by drinking. I never became an alcoholic so my problem wasn't all that bad.
"Freed of the responsibility of loving other human beings I directed all my energies into building up my real estate business. After ten years of effort I reached a point where I could retire full time and not have to worry about working again for as long as I live.
"As a fairly wealthy, fairly young bachelor invitations to parties, dinners and cocktails came to me in a flood. I responded to a few only to find that girls looked upon me as a 'catch' because of my lofty financial station. I avoided being caught because I didn't consider myself a dumb fish who was born to be a meal for some smart fisher woman.
"With all my spare time I still felt the pangs of loneliness. I just had to have something, if not someone, to talk to so I bought a dog. She was a big mutt and very friendly and out of a feeling of irony, I named her Julie. It did my heart good to order the animal around by saying; 'Here, Julie! Down, Julie!' Unlike her human namesake the dog was very obedient. I could also trust the animal completely which was more than I could say for any human I've ever come in contact with both on a business and a romantic level.
"I had Julie three months before sex entered the picture. Julie was in heat one day and kept rubbing her sexual part against the legs of chairs to masturbate her tensions away. 'What you need is to get laid, Julie,' I told her and patted her back.
"The dog, feeling this new pressure, rubbed up against my arm. I was put off balance by her assault and grabbed the first thing I could as I fell. What I grabbed was her vagina and one of my fingers slipped right into her sexual opening.
"Julie panted with relief and not wanting to frustrate her any longer, I used my finger as a phallus and thrust it in and out of her body. Sexual release made her whole being shiver and it also aroused my sleeping needs. I opened my trousers and exposed my lust-stiffened organ. I knelt behind the dog and pressed the head of my male member against her vagina. Julie seemed to realize that this pressure didn't come from a finger and pushed back into me. My sex organ was too large for her yet the animal, in extreme heat now, wanted what love I could give her.
"I pushed the head of my pecker into the dog slowly and she whined in a mixture of pain and need. I inched in a bit further and the dog, overcome with erotic arousal, pawed wildly at the floor, her eyes bulging. I spewed out my orgasm and Julie whined even louder as she recognized the completion of the male sex act. When I withdrew Julie walked away from me and kept rolling against the floor in the next room. After a few minutes of this she calmed down and returned to me. Smelling herself on my now limp meat she licked me there which caused another erection. The dog kept licking me until I had another climax. She ran her tough tongue over the head of my upthrusted flesh to lick up the escaping fluid. It was time for my entire being to shiver now. This had been the best sexual experience in my active love life.
"I suppose there is a sense of guilt that accompanies every initial bestial sex act and I was in torment after mine. I had had sex relations with a dog! This nagging fact forced me into a whirl of social events where I met and laid human females.
"But I could never fall in love with any girl I met. Something in me prevented the birth of genuine romance. I found myself longing for another experience with my dog. At least with the animal I could let myself go and not fear that someone is out to catch me for my money. Julie, the dog, would be just as happy if I were a poor beggar if only she got enough to eat, a place to sleep ... and love.
"In my next experience with the dog I took her into my bed and used my fingers on her sexual opening. She panted and licked me in gratitude. Julie, remembering just what kind of pleasure I could give her, licked my male member until it became upright. I had only wanted to use my fingers but, seeing that the dog herself desired penial penetration, I thrust the organ into her body once more.
"The animal was used to the size of my organ now and I inched into her a little before she pawed at the pillows to indicate she could take no more of me. But, as painful as the intercourse was, Julie still came back to me looking for more love. In the next experience I managed to put my entire sex organ into her body before the animal demanded release.
"I still could not shake off that feeling of guilt so I bought a male dog to supply Julie with the affections she required. I had the animal made sterile because I didn't want to complicate matters with an apartment full of puppies. Because I had bought the dog just to give sexual satisfaction I named him Gigolo.
"Gigolo was true to his name and mounted Julie five minutes after I brought him into the apartment. His penis was a bright red stick of flesh as it rutted into the bitch dog. He was also a rough lover because he liked to bite Julie's ears in the midst of a sex act. Well, maybe Julie, as many of her human counterparts, loved to be treated roughly.
"The three of us settled down to a unique design for living; one human and two animals. Julie, quickly became a teaser with two males in the house and she snubbed Gigolo now and then for me just to show him that he wasn't the only stud in the world. Gigolo, in turn, became envious of me because I had so much more between my legs than he had. I soon found myself entering into this doggy affair by walking around the apartment naked just to watch the reactions of my pets.
"When Julie was in heat one day I decided to be the one to satisfy her just to see what Gigolo would do. I got behind Julie and inched my sex organ all the way into her and rutted in the fashion of canines. Gigolo didn't seem to like me taking over his only real job and paced back and forth in frustration. When I climaxed inside Julie the stud dog, unable to contain himself any longer, mounted me. He thrust his red stick into my anus and sodomized me while I was still locked sexually to the bitch animal. Since Julie's opening was small and tight I couldn't pull myself out quickly without hurting her so I allowed the male dog to fornicate my anal passage. He shot his fluid into me and then withdrew when he was satisfied. I waited until my own flesh grew limp inside Julie's body before I withdrew.
"As soon as the contact was broken Gigolo surprised me further by licking my sexual parts. It was the first time in my life I realized that animals were homosexually-inclined. My life was now complete."
SUMMARY:
Bestiality refers to sexual contact between a human being and an animal. This particular sexual aberration has existed since earliest times. References to it can be found in the Old Testament and the Talmud. According to these codes if a man was apprehended in sexual proximity with an animal the punishment meted out to him was death.
For the past thirty years I have studied how men and women satisfy their most powerful desires by using animals as sex partners.
My research has taken me to every corner of the earth and I have spoken to and interviewed thousands of people. One startling fact has emerged from my work. Sexual contact between animals and humans is widespread in every country of the world and in every strata of society. The various perversions and methods differ from country to country but the need to have passionate contact with the sexual organs of animals is a constant one.
We should not be surprised at the fact that the human species feels the need for the hot and violent passion of animals. Civilization has robbed many of us of the ability to let ourselves go sexually and therefore the primitive grandeur of the sexual act has been lost. But the animal kingdom has not been touched by civilization. They can still lose themselves in the glory of the body. Another thing we must remember is that mankind is only a few thousand years removed from the animal kingdom. Every sexual contact with animals is more than the gratification of lust; it is a return to our origins and an opportunity to regain some of our lost qualities.
There are two general categories of erotic encounters between man and beast. The first and most widespread is where an animal is substituted for a human. An example of this is when a man finds the vagina of a well-bred female dog to be superior to the vagina of a woman. Or when a young woman finds that she cannot be satisfied by the penis of any man she has met and has sex with a passionate, high-strung stallion.
But there is another category equally important. This is where the human uses animals to satisfy herself or himself in a way that another human can never accomplish. One of the most interesting facts disclosed by my studies is that in a highly industrialized nation like America, animalism is growing. More and more American men and women are turning to non-humans for sexual satisfaction. Why this is happening I will leave to the sociologist and the historian to explain ...