Chapter 5
The Canine & Oral Sex
A collie stands staunch and stiff between her legs, its head down, nudging eagerly with its long pointed nose, licking out hard and noisily at the meeting of her thighs as she writhes naked on the bed. Its tail wags friskily, happily, as it laps at its mistress. Her legs, knees bending then straightening, unintelligible sounds erupting from her throat, her head turning from side to side as if the feeling is too much for her to bear, marks her state in the final throes of orgasmic ecstasy.
The dog licking away concentrated on her inner lips which kept her at a fever pitch of pure ecstasy. Finally the dog seemed to understand licking slit dry. He sniffed her box as she played with him. Soon the collie's red head with its funny point came out and then it looked as he had a good seven inches out. The girl got into position for a good screwing. The dog, at first, seemed mystified. She helped him put his front paws around her. The dog started licking her breasts very passionately. She guided his penis in. She thought it would be great but something was wrong. She pushed toward him and they broke contact. This time she let the dog use his own method. She had to have his organ. She was hotter than a charcoal fire with weenies. This time the dog scrambled right up on her back and lunged at her with his organ. She guided it into her vagina from the rear. The collie plowed in deep and she was in glory as the dog's member swelled up bigger and bigger until she thought it would burst her vaginal canal. Faster and faster and then quickly the strokes eased up and she could feel the oozing of the animal's discharge.
Beyond the dark of the open doorway, hidden in the darkness, a man fully clothed fondles an erect penis extending from his open fly, enrapt with the scene. There have been other times when the man has watched the same scene, himself naked, sitting on the bed beside his wife, he sucking her breast, or she manipulating and sucking his penis as the dog's eager mouth brings her to orgasm. This time he has arrived unexpectedly, early from a short business trip. The sight of his wife indulging herself captivates him, the fact that she is unaware of his presence adds even greater spice in his voyeurism. As he watches the girl's body tensing to its peak he feels his own climax approaching. As the girl's tensions erupt into ecstasy he grabs his handkerchief from his pocket, now masturbating himself furiously and his own passions spurt freely out with his semen onto the readied wad of cloth.
The girl on the bed lies still and limp for a long moment, her arm across her face, the collie still busily lapping and rooting at her vulva. Then the girl stirs and opens her eyes. She smiles happily, looking down at the dog. She makes approving happy sounds in her throat and sitting up, pulls the dog into embrace, squeezing his hairy body tight between her breasts. She rocks back and forth, humming to herself. Then laughing out loud she feels for the dog's penis and begins slowly to manipulate the foreskin. The dog's tail stills and its body tenses. She laughs again and says aloud, "Oh you really dig it, don't you boy?" and then she laughs again, masturbating the dog more furiously now. Then suddenly the dog whimpers and cringes just slightly. The girl says, "Ohh, did I hurt you, boy?" and then she bends impulsively and takes the dog's penis in her mouth, rolling her tongue moistly around it, sucking on it, still manipulating the foreskin, but slower now, feeling her tongue ride around the pointed crown as the skin exposes it, then allowing the hairy skin to brush up over it as her lips reach further around the base. She takes her mouth away, laughing, looking at the dog. The penis glistens in the light from the fresh moisture of the girl's mouth. Furiously now she manipulates it.
She giggles a moment, then joyous laughter peals out of her throat, then again she bends her mouth to it and the dog's legs, stretch out, begin to jerk convulsively. Tiny squeaks come out of the dog as it begins to thrash and the girl marvels at the head of the penis beginning to grow large inside her mouth, puffing up until it feels twice its size and then a spurt of semen goes all the way down her throat and she gags and then begins to laugh again, uncontrollably, her mouth still sucking hard" on the penis, her shoulders heaving from happy laughter as she drains every drop of juice from the dog and feels the shaft of the penis fall slowly limp, even though the head is now large and hard as a rock.
She takes her mouth off the penis, still laughing. And then the first fist catches her on the cheekbone. Savage blinding pain bursts inside her head. The second fist hits her breast and she gasps for air unable to breathe, the pain already sending her brain whirling toward a fiery red void. The next blow catches her nose and upper lip. A ghastly smell hits her senses, seemingly a part of that new pain and more than the feel she remembers the sound of the blood gushing out of her nose; she remembers an insane thought-that the dentist bills would be hell to pay to replace her knocked out teeth. And she remembers thinking, just before she blacked out, that she should stop laughing now.
The events above were related by Marcia, twenty-four years old, recently divorced. She holds a master's degree in philosophy and is currently working as a fellow for her doctorate at a major university. The interview was arranged by the assistant district attorney in a large metropolitan county. "It could have been a messy case," he said. "When they brought her into the hospital she had been beaten severely over most of her body and around the head and face. She did not recover consciousness for four days; she was on the critical list for five. It could have been worse.
"City police had picked up a routine drunk-or at least it started out as a routine drunk until the fellow babbled that he had killed his wife. He was spattered with blood. The fellow resided in the country so they turned it over to the sheriff's office to check out. Officers found the door of the house unlocked, entered and found the woman nude lying on the floor of the bedroom, wheezing in a puddle of blood through a broken nose and cuts on the mouth and gums. Severe lacerations and bruises all over her. Her legs were twisted in an odd position. At first the officers thought that the victim's back or both legs were broken but it turned out they were not. Officers also found a collie dog matted with its own blood, its jaw-bone broken, the lower jaw dangling as if the assailant had grabbed the upper and lower jaws in separate hands and ripped them apart. The dog's genitals had been cut out with a kitchen knife and were lying on the floor beside the victim. Also found was a handkerchief saturated with what the lab identified as dried human semen. Under routine examination it was recorded that the woman had apparently not been raped. The husband was booked for felonious assault, attempted murder. After the victim came off the critical list, bail was accepted, posted and the defendant was released.
"In the ensuing investigation the woman talked quite freely about the incident. She described her acts of sodomy with the dog, she admitted taking the dog's penis in her mouth. Her husband had not mentioned this. There was no question that if she admitted bestial contacts of that nature the sympathies of the court would be with the husband. He would walk out of court scot-free and we would be left with an indictment of sodomy against the woman, her own testimony convicting her and the resulting publicity demanding judgment against her.
It has been the policy of this office not to seek prosecution in casual fornication, adultery and sodomy if the acts were in private between consenting adults and in this case it was in the solitude of a private home. We did not relish the idea of taking either party in this case to court. We had to change the charge to simple assault to do it, but then with the woman's official permission we dropped the case against her husband-and of course, we never sought indictment of the woman; all the while hoping the newspapers would never get wind of the case."
Marcia had not let it be known to investigators that her husband was not only aware of the bestial acts but had participated in them, that she and her husband had sexually swapped mates with two other couples previous to Marcia's first bestial act with the dog, or that her first bestial experience had been at the voyeuristic insistence of her husband. The portion of the interview dealing with those questions and her attitudes concerning that final incident followed a statement that her motive in relating the act of sodomy to investigators had been deliberately designed to free her husband of criminal charges.
"Do you mean your statement to the investigating officers and the results were planned?" the interviewer asked.
"Yes, they were, intentional. I had no desire to see my husband go to jail.-Not that I intend ever to live with him again, "but I felt no malice toward him. You see my husband was a very weak man, fearful of impotence, fearful of his latent homosexuality. We were both very indulgent sexually. He wanted me to have sex with the dog, but he was so down on his own latency he couldn't face my sucking the dog off. I had several affairs and he used to pump me about men I'd known. He wasn't vindictive about it, on the contrary, he lolled in the idea of it. I think subconsciously he was living those affairs of mine with other men, relating to them, as if he lived them in reality. But he was horrified at the idea of taking a penis in the mouth. Knowing him, I never admitted to him that I ever did."
"Did he provoke affairs between you and other men?" the psychologist inquired.
"On one occasion. Close friends of ours, a dentist and his wife-we went out together the four of us, quite often. We got together a couple of nights a week for bridge, quite often we saw each other. Louis, the dentist, was beautifully witty, extremely charming in a raucous sort of way and continuously joking about something or another. For example, I remember him demonstrating the difference between a ten-dollar and a fifteen dollar pelvic examination. The ten-dollar version is like this (she extended her index and middle fingers, folding her thumb and other fingers into her palm) and the fifteen-dollar one is like this (same middle and index fingers extended, but now the thumb is upright and moving vigorously back and forth as if to massage the clitoris). Anyway Bob (Marcia's husband) was apparently attracted subconsciously to Louis himself because he was constantly grilling me with, did I think Louis was sexy, or, wouldn't I like to make it with Louis. Too, he kept telling me how attracted he was to Rita and saying things like, how did mate-swappers get started?"
"Was the "grilling" strictly private between you, or were the other couple brought into it?" he questioned.
"Oh Bob was flagrant enough about it. We couldn't sit down to a hand of bridge without him suggesting that the loser of a rubber should have to strip as a penalty. But it was inevitably countered by Rita joking that the winners should strip and then everybody swapping lines until the laughs drowned the subject. We did play strip games with another couple, but let me get this out of the way while I'm thinking about it. -Or maybe I'm just savoring the memory of it because I eventually did have sex with Louis and it was glorious. Bob told me that he had an affair with Rita but I found out later he had lied about it. He had made a rather messy play for Rita, telling her that Louis and I had something going, but she threw him out on his ear. I still laugh about that occasionally," said Marcia.
"But you did have an affair with Louis?"
"-Not an affair, we just enjoyed sex together. Bob kept talking about it and the more he talked the more I thought about it. Finally I called Louis at the hospital-I was scared to death, but I couldn't see myself in the sly seductive roll and I don't think Louis would have gone for it anyway. I told him quick, without taking a breath really, that I knew I was talking like a damned fool but I was extremely attracted to him sexually-no romance, no love promises or any of that jazz-that I didn't want to break up anything between he and Rita, that I was happily married and intended to remain so, that the whole point was that I wanted him very much and that if he wanted me I was available to him, no strings attached. Then I held my breath. My damned heart was pumping adrenalin instead of blood. Then he said those were the most beautiful words anybody had ever said to him-preparing me, it sounded like, for a fast but gentle let-down-but then he said he would love to have sex with me. The next afternoon we were in bed together. Louis was the one who really taught me about sex, about really participating and enjoying. See, the most I could do with Bob was hold onto his penis, he didn't even want me to move my hand. And once I wanted to suck it-he went into hysterics, absolute hysterics, so I never brought it up again. Louis loved everything about sex, especially fellatio-I guess most men do, like most women enjoy cunnilingus which was something else I couldn't get Bob to do.
"Anyway, Louis taught me to be a pretty damned good fellatrice. And I had never known another man as good as he was at cunnilingus. The first time he went down on me, so slow, but so unbelievably hot, his mouth hot, hot and juicy, gliding over my skin. He took off from my breasts and worked his way down-. It was great, he knew every little pressure, every subtle nuance to give me great pleasure. I didn't climax that first time, but it was unbelievable. My first climax that day came-believe it or not-when I went down on him. The voluptuousness. The idea, the taste of him, the feel of him in my mouth-. My thighs just clamped together and I just came."
"Have you had many recurrences of orgasm during fellatio? That is, without clitoral or vaginal stimulation?" he asked.
"It happens. It all depends on the man, the mood, the surroundings, my own frame of mind-lots of things. But it does happen," she said.
"When did your husband discover that you and Louis had been sexually intimate?"
"Oh, he never did! You asked me did he provoke things and I was telling you a specific instance where he kept throwing me at the man, but he never did find out that I had actually been seeing Louis. Rita knew, but Bob never did know about it."
"How did Rita know about it?" asked the interviewer.
"I didn't know it until after I had been with Louis, but Rita is mildly bi-sexual. They're quite honest with each other, as it turned out. Rita told me a couple of weeks later that she and Louis discussed such things and that she didn't mind at all, that she was happy for me because Louis was a real experience, she knew and that he had certainly enjoyed himself. Then she told me that it was all right really because she had designs on me herself, she couldn't blame him a bit for being attracted to me. I don't know why, but that shocked me, really shocked me."
"Have you had any homosexual experiences?" he asked.
"Yes. With Rita. Later. Only with Rita, except, as a child. I think we're getting off the tangent."
"I think it might help to understand if we establish the full range of your sexual interests, but if you'd rather not talk about-."
"No, I don't mind at all."
"Was that what you meant earlier when you said Louis was better than any man you'd had?"
"I spent an entire day with Rita shortly after that and it was great, really great and since then the three of us, she, Louis and I have gotten together, the three of us seem to go well together. She taught Louis.-You see, that was one of Bob's problems, he just couldn't relate in a group.
"After we started swapping with these other friends of ours-well Bob had a limited repertoire, no oral sex. He loved to suck tits, pardon my French, but that was the extent of his oralism, really and people in the first place who are interested in swapping are interested in experiences, in the full range of sexual emotion.
"People who don't like to go down, to them, are queer and I understand this. But Bob's biggest problem was that he wanted to watch me with another man more than he wanted to do anything himself. He wanted total orgy scenes, yet he just didn't fit in, he couldn't fit in and my actions were inhibited by him and so the other couples-we spent some sex time with two couples, not counting Rita and Louis-finally got disgusted with the whole scene. They were anxious enough to have me join them, but they had no desire whatever to include Bob. Bob's balking at oral sex was just too much for them to take and of course Bob was blind to this. All he could think of was-as he used to say-he wasn't "getting any." He thought that the swinging friends had cooled to swinging, not cooled to him. That was when he came home with the dog."
"You believe he bought the dog with deliberate sexual intentions?" he inquired.
"I know he did. He'd say things like, "Here's something to take care of that box-." And at first, of course, I just couldn't make the scene. I had no desire whatever to have a damned dog licking around on me-not that I have anything against dogs. I just don't think they're the greatest sex partners in the world for human beings."
"When was the first time relations with the dog entered the picture?"
"It wasn't long after he brought the thing in. A week at most. Then one night Bob was particularly attentive, particularly good to me and I knew how badly he wanted me to mess around with the dog so I did. It was as simple as that. Every time we were together sexually he would mention it. This time when he did, half-way in the spirit of giving him what he wanted because I loved him and the other half with an oh-what-the-hell, bring-the-damned-thing-on sort of an attitude, I told him to bring the damned thing on."
"There was no desire on your part for relations with the dog? Not even curiosity? I think in the most remote circumstances curiosity about it would probably arise in a woman's mind?"
"Oh the question arose, of course, very quickly when somebody's practically shouting it in your ear, but in my case it was just as quickly answered. A cold unimpassioned lapping at my genitalia does not particularly turn me on. There's a hell of a lot more to sex, where I'm concerned, than that. I want it to be me that's loved, not just something to be licked at. The first couple of times with the dog I was absolutely disgusted. I got no stimulation at all from the dog, no stimulation period. It was such a cold feeling. Then after the initial disgust I became aware of Bob. Bob was stimulated. Watching me with the dog. Even just watching me lie there taking it. The first time I noticed it I marveled. I just glanced over at him, with an attitude like haven't-you-had-enough-of-this-silly-jazz sort of thing and I marveled. He was sitting there, his eyes popping out, those orbs of his roving over my breasts, down to the long rough tongue that seemed like it wanted to lick my very flesh away, down my thighs. He was sitting cross-legged on the bed beside me, fingering himself as he often did when he looked at just me like that, only more so than I'd ever seen him. His whole body was like a coil spring, ready to pounce and his tongue kept darting across wetting his lips. The sight of him, the state of arousal of the man-! And just as the fully aroused state of him hit me that stupid dog-accidentally of course, usually the dog's tongue stayed low in the crack-licked up across my clitoris. I moaned and my legs automatically contracted. And when that happened Bob groaned out, 'Oh, God!' or something like that and started jacking himself like mad. And the sight of that really turned me on. For the first time I grabbed the dog's head, trying to guide it where I wanted it to go. And then the really funny thing, it was almost as if the dog suddenly took interest-before he had been sort of half out of it. Or maybe it was just me. Anyway, I really started enjoying the whole stupid scene. Or maybe it was just me. It took several other times like that one before I got my first good orgasm from the dog, but you see, by then I'd started growing attached to the thing and it had become attached to me. It was almost as if we had a little love affair going, sort of secret-sharing, the two of us. After that the fact that Bob got pleasure from watching us was almost incidental. I got to where I didn't need his arousal to become aroused myself. The feel of the dog and later just the thought of sex with the dog, could arouse me. And then the dog and I had our own little thing going even when Bob wasn't around. And don't get me wrong, a man was still much better. The dog was convenient. And it was good-."
"Did you ever engage in actual coitus with the dog?" asked the psychologist.
"I tried. Not too anxiously. As it happened I just couldn't get the dog to have an erection. Not that I worked at it. I liked to fondle his balls and his little stud of a penis, but it was too little. A few times I'd rub the thing across the crack and maybe try to stuff it inside me but I just never could make it and I passed it out of my mind."
"When was the first time you fellated the dog?"
"The picture of that doesn't horrify you?" she asked.
"No, it does not. I'd like you to tell me about it."
"Well. First let me tell you my frame of mind. As I mentioned the dog and I had become attached, yet the night I-the night Bob came in-. You see I had never done anything for the dog, not in all that time. And then Bob was gone for a few days. After my classes in the mornings the dog and I spent most of the time together. I'd come home and undress. The dog would be sitting watching me, thumping his tail on the floor happy to see me, his jaw open, panting the way some dogs do, his tongue hanging out. And really without thinking about it I'd be squatting down motioning him to me and his tongue would first lick me around the face. Then his head would go down between my knees and he'd start licking me there-. Before I knew it I'd be lying flat on my back on the bed, the dog going like crazy on me and my loving every second of it. Usually in the afternoons I had maybe a couple of hours at best before Bob came in from his office, but even then he might always arrive unexpectedly-."
"You didn't want him to see you with the dog-."
"No! I did not. Not that way. That is, not for myself. I told him that I did it on many afternoons, because he liked to hear it, but I did not particularly care for him to catch me in the act. I know that sounds ridiculous; Bob has sometimes hidden in the closet, with me knowing it, with him knowing I know it, just because that way he can pretend that he's really sneaked onto something. And I didn't give a damn. -No, that's not true, I did give a damn. To me Bob is a sick man. He was a sick man to me long before that and that was why I stopped loving him. But telling him about such things was different from being caught red-handed or something. -I don't know. Anyway, I didn't want him to catch me at it, okay? Anyway, while Bob was out of town it was a much freer atmosphere and the dog and I took advantage of it. After a couple of days it was great, really great. The dog seemed to sense every nuance of emotion in me and direct himself accordingly. It was almost like he was trying consciously to improve his technique or something. Really trying. And that third day I was so overjoyed with the damned dog, really a love feeling I felt for the dog, so much so that I just wanted to do something for him. And then I had this fantastic orgasm, the greatest I'd ever had with him and it just struck me that that poor dog was giving all that pleasure and receiving so little. So I made up my mind I was going to give him pleasure. I started playing with his little penis. Seriously for the first time. I sensed that the dog knew exactly what was happening and was ready for it. And the thing started getting harder, getting bigger. And I was just so happy about the thing, the fact that I could give it pleasure. Maybe even as much as it gave me. At least I was determined to try."
"You had no idea that your husband had already entered the house?" he asked.
"None. And he had to have been there before I started with the dog, I mean before I'd reached that last climax. There wasn't time afterward for-. The investigators found-evidence-."
"The handkerchief-I'm familiar with the report."
"Yes, the handkerchief. I don't believe he would have stopped to-do that-after he had-. No, it wasn't like him. Afterward, after that whole violent scene he would have gone into a panic, he would absolutely have panicked. It had to have been before. Anyway, the dog. He responded. Everything I did must have been right because he grew so big and hard I couldn't believe it and then I just got so happy about him, happy that I could be good for him too and then he let out a little hurt noise and I thought it must be because he was so dry and so I just bent down and stuck the thing in my mouth, to set it, just as I would have done with any man except Bob. It was not such a bad thing. What was the harm in my giving that poor dog as much pleasure as it had given me? Or at least try to. The whole thing was just so happy for me, so beautifully happy. I sucked and played and sucked and played with the thing and finally I sucked him completely off, gagging out of my mind at first but swallowing every spurting ounce of him. And he loved it. I could tell. That poor damned dog. Every time I think of it I just get ill. Bob'll probably turn queer now and blame me for it, but I can't, I just can't have any compassion for Bob any more, hard as I try. That whole thing is just over now. I'm just going to try to forget the whole thing."
"You have no desire for any further bestial experiences?"
"You mean am I going to get another dog?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"To tell you the truth, yes I am. And I hope he's just half as good as the last one. Does that shock you?"
"No."
"I'm looking for another collie, I had one in the house for a few days but I didn't like him and I got rid of him. I'll find one. I don't mean that I've suddenly switched from men to dogs, not by any stretch of the imagination, but dogs are handy around the house. When a man is not available at the moment-. I learned something from all this: that sex is how you make it and a damned dog feels it too. I know that must sound shocking, but I see nothing whatsoever wrong with my enjoying a dog, or with a dog enjoying me. And I've learned I can. And I'm going to get me another damned dog."
With Marcia's aid, an interview was arranged with "Rita" and relevant portions of that interview are provided as a case note to this chapter. Marcia's account of her initiation in bestiality, her testimony that she was cold and antagonistic to the prospect but finally succumbed to the desires of her voyeur husband is probably accurate. (There will be noted contradictory statements brought out in the interview with Rita, but the primary source of those contradiction was Marcia's husband, who was busily engaged at the time in a seduction attempt.) Obviously however, Marcia possessed an oral fixation and as true in such circumstances she has a greater susceptibility to deviate impulses. The same is true in cases of homosexuality, verbal licentiousness (salirolagnia), general promiscuity, mate-swapping and other deviate patterns, including voyeurism. Bob's oral fixation is quite pronounced, though exhibited in a conscious suppression of the idea of oral sex practices, which is almost as common as exclusive oral indulgence.
Every major study conducted in the past half-century concludes that mouth-to-genital contacts, as foreplay or as occasional indulgences, are common for the great majority of human males and females in their sexual outlets. There seems to be at present a mass obsession with oral love in the Western world, but this is probably due to the backlash against the suppression of mouth/genital contacts by religion and law over the past centuries and to the current resolve-the Sexual Revolution-to get a clear picture of so-called "normal" sex practice. Mouth-genital contacts are illegal in forty-nine of the fifty U.S. States (Illinois repealed her sodomy laws). To kiss the genitals of a human or any animal is a violation of sodomy laws; penetration is not required for conviction, the same applies for homosexual and heterosexual contacts and in forty-five states it makes no difference whether the people are or are not married to each other. Penalties range, depending on the state, from five to twenty years imprisonment. The disparity between law and common desires and practices contributes to conscious orality. More than ninety percent of the married couples in the Kinsey sample employed oral stimulation of the genitals as part of their sex practices-ninety-one percent of the couples practiced cunnilingus; ninety-two percent practiced fellatio. Yet in forty-five states of the U.S. such practices even between married couples are against the law. (As Kinsey himself pointed out, the accuracy of his figures can be slightly corroded by the fact that his sample was taken from the generally better-educated, higher-income groups, which have established characteristics of freer sexual attitudes than lower-income, less well-educated groups.)
Contrary to popular opinion, sodomy does not include only homosexuality. Genital/anal contact (buggery) also comes under the sodomy laws, heterosexual or homosexual; but, as in mouth/genital contacts, penetration of the anus is not required to constitute a violation of the law. In other words, a man who accidentally brushes his wife's anal opening with his penis has committed a crime, a felony (except in New Hampshire, a misdemeanor), that if he were discovered and prosecuted he could receive as much as twenty years in prison! A wife's loving kiss of a husband's penis constitutes the same offense. The sexual ignorance of the past has left us with hosts of ludicrous laws concerning sex; hypocrisy has perpetuated them. The sex practices of husband and wife in the privacy of their bedroom goes undetected, unless "deviate" practices are bared in a divorce court or under similar circumstances. But the laws are on the books, waiting for a zealous comstockian prosecutor who can find some means of enforcing them.
Among the "liberal sex" groups, mate-swappers, bi-sexual "swinging" orders, hyper-sexed singles and busy spouses who hungrily pursue extramarital relations (and not to mention homosexuality), oral stimulation up to and often including orgasm plays a strong role. The venus observa exclusivity tradition is sloughed off along with monogamous sexual convention and the desire to adhere to it. All bestial urges are based either in oral inclinations or sadomasochistic compulsions. Marcia is an example of the former. Actual animal contacts are often accidental in origin; often desire may be present but opportunity lacking to pursue bestial relations (and this is usually true for the sado-masochistically oriented with their fixations for larger, more savage or brutal animals). The large majority of animal contacts-the lonely women with an affectionate dog-are mere spur-of-the-moment peccadilloes. Sexual gratification is desired; and the animal is a convenient instrument to assist in it. The majority of interest in bestiality, however, is non-participatory: erotic, zooscopic, voyeuristic. This majority interest has fed "sex circuses" in every major culture throughout man's recorded history.
CASE NOTES
NOTE 1-Rita.
The interview was arranged with the subject's stipulation that her personal sex life, except as it related to Marcia and Bob, was "taboo." Before her identity was revealed and contact established, Rita was briefed that the interviewer had full knowledge of the sex liaisons between the two women and between Marcia and Rita's husband. It should also be noted here that Rita's testimony concerning much of the relationship between Marcia and Bob was garnered from Bob and is not necessarily factual.
One of the discrepancies between Rita's understanding and Marcia's testimony concerns the original purchase of the dog: "Bob told me weeks before he bought the dog," Rita stated, "that Marcia kept insisting that he buy one, a large one, because she'd never had sex with a dog but she was hung up on the idea of that long tongue and she wanted to try it. But Bob was probably just telling me that. Marcia told me that the first mention of a dog, from either one of them, came when Bob brought the dog home with him. I intend to be candid with you about this whole thing. Both Bob and Marcia are magnificent liars. This question, who really wanted the dog, is something that I can't see either one of them fibbing about. I knew that Bob was a 'sneaky peek' character and he knew I knew it. Every once in a while he'd show up here unexpectedly, when he knew Marcia would be out. He loved to talk four-letter scenes at me and I'd just laugh him off. But he did talk them, sometimes more than talk them. Sometimes he caught me off guard. Once he told me he had a fantastic organ and asked me if I'd like to see it. I told him if he'd run his damned dick up a flagpole I'd even salute it. He unzipped his pants and pulled it out and it just seemed a hilarious idea to reach into my bra and flop out a mammary, so I did. It shocked the hell out of him. I thought his eyes were going to fall out of his head and go rolling across the floor like marbles. But then he got up from the couch holding his dick out in front of him, walking over to where I was sitting. When he got within range I kicked and if he hadn't had his hands there to begin with I'd have driven his balls clear up to his Adam's apple. As it was I think I broke his finger because at one of our regular foursome bridge get-togethers a couple of weeks later it was still swollen. I told him to put his toy in his pants like a good little boy and go on home. Bob never could understand it-or even believe it, for that matter-but he was about as sexy to me as a pile of dirty laundry. I liked him, he was funny, but I didn't want him sexually. It must have been a month before he came over alone again. I can't see Bob not telling me about the dog. He's certainly told me many times that he'd like to see Marcia with another man and did I mind if he borrowed Louis for awhile. Why would he balk at saying he'd like to see Marcia making it with a dog?"
Rita was asked: "Do you think that his oral aversion might have something to do with it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you think that his hatred of oral sex might influence his attitudes in his own mind since his own interest in the dog seemed to be oral, noncoital? You said he mentioned the dog's tongue-. Before that question, though, maybe I should ask, had he ever discussed any remote interest in oral sex?"
"Oh, hell yes! It stunned me when Marcia told me he didn't dig it, every man in the world wants his dick licked. Frankly I didn't really believe her until after I'd talked with this other girl, the wife of one of the couples they'd made it with. Bob was always talking about, 'did I like to have my box eaten?' or 'why didn't I stop what I was doing and we'd have a little sixty-nine?' He liked to stick his tongue out. He could touch the end of his nose. He was proud of that and he did it many times. He seemed extremely oral-minded to me. That was the first time I ever thought about Bob as a sex partner. I felt like taking him on. Something like a challenge. But then I put that juvenile crap out of my mind. Maybe he thought it would be more arousing to me if he told me Marcia wanted the dog than it would be if he said he wanted it for her. That's the only reason I could think of why he might lie about it."