Case History 1
A number of years ago, I was engaged in a study of rural sexual practices, and went to the Indiana farm belt to obtain first-hand information on the sorts of sexual acts that country people engaged in.
The small farmer is a traditionally very proud individual, and it was not easy to collect information. But I was gradually able to win the friendship of several families, and the members of them eventually were willing to give me some details about their sexual lives, partly, I think, because they were flattered that a city-slicker psychologist was interested in them.
Cindy Mae, the F.'s sixteen-year old daughter, was clearly very excited by the prospect of telling her story to me, once she had gotten used to the idea.
"Of course," I said to her, "You needn't worry about my telling your father any of this, and your name will be changed in the book to prevent anyone from identifying you." It is, of course, absolutely vital in all psychological investigations, to assure the subject of the most strict confidentiality. Or at least, it is vital in all but ones like this one.
"Oh, don't worry about that," Cindy Mae said. "Dad knows all about me and Ol' Henry."
"Ol' Henry is a boyfriend?" I asked, intrigued by what she had just said.
"Well, not exactly a boyfriend. More of a dog-friend, if you know what I mean."
"Ol' Henry is a dog?"
"He's that big ol' beagle you saw snoozing in front of the living-room fire."
"You have sex with him?"
"Sure do. All the time."
"And your father knows and doesn't mind?"
"Knows? Gosh almighty, he watches!"
As the reader can imagine, my investigative curiosity was thoroughly aroused by now. I had heard of many things in my years as a psychologist, but never of a girl who had sexual relations with a dog while her own father watched.
"Well," I said, "I'm certainly very interested in the story that you have to tell me, so maybe you'd like to get on with it."
"Sure," she said, and without more ado, she started in on her account....
I guess that I was about twelve the first time a boy fucked me. And man, I ain't never looked back since then. I mean, it sort of hurt that first time, what with Jake-that was the boy-busting my maidenhead and all, but through the hurt I could feel what a real neat sensation it was to have that hard prick shoved up inside my twat. As a matter-of-fact, since then, I fucked pretty regularly with Jake and with other boys, too. The only trouble was, though, that it wasn't all that easy to get hold of boys, not on a short notice or anything. We're all pretty isolated, with the farms a good way apart, and of course on a farm, there's always plenty of chores to be done, too, so I can't just go gala-van ting off to get my twat banged.
One day, about a year and a half ago, I felt like I was going to go right out of my ever lovin' mind if I didn't get some prick inside me fast. You know how it is, doctor, when you want a fuck so bad you think there isn't anything in the world that you wouldn't do in order to get it. I tried beating myself off, even using an old soda bottle so it would be more like having a prick inside me, but man, there's all the difference between a soda bottle and a warm, throbbing prick that can shoot lots of jism up into your girl-hole.
I had my morning chores finished, and there was about a half hour or so ahead of me when I could relax a bit before getting on to all the things that I had to do that afternoon. The trouble was that unless I got some prick in my cunt, there wasn't much relaxing that I'd be able to do, and half an hour wasn't long enough at all for me to get over to Jake's place to get my twat serviced.
I was walking along in the farmyard when I noticed Ol' Henry snoozing away in the sun. We call him Ol' Henry, but there's still plenty of life left in him, as my clit and cunt were about to find out.
Not having anything else to do, I sat down next to Ol' Henry and started to stroke him and tickle him behind the ears. For some reason, I decided to stroke him on the belly, too, as he lay there on his side. Well, my fingers just sort of happened to brush against his prick sheath, and did I get a surprise. I could feel the thing start to slide out into the open, just because of that little touch that I had happened to give to it.
"Now ain't that interesting?" I said to myself. I put my hand around the prick sheath and stroked and rubbed it a bit. Sure enough, the rod slid on out into the open some more.
It was getting harder and harder, and just feeling a hard dick between my fingers was really starting to give me some ideas. Sure, it was dog dick, but that didn't mean that it didn't feel wonderfully stiff and alive. If I got it up my cunt, I was sure that it would be able to give me a really nice bang.
I was going to have to look kind of snappy if I wanted to get finished with Ol' Henry before it was time for me to do my afternoon chores. And now, I knew that I just couldn't pass up the opportunity that this dog-cock offered. My panties were already so wet that they were clinging to my cuntlips, really sort of chafing them, but making them more and more excited, too.
I put my hand on Ol' Henry's collar and got him to get to his feet. Then I led him off to some bushes behind the house. I was a bit nervous that Pop'd find me, since I figured (wrongly, it turned out) that he'd give me a licking if he caught me with a dog's prick up my cunt. But I knew that Pop was busy at the moment, and even though you might not think it, there's really an awful lot of routine to farm life. I could tell that he would be busy for about the next forty minutes, and I also knew that since he never had much call to go behind the house to where the bushes were, there wasn't much chance that he'd do that now.
I quickly stripped off my clothes and gave my cunt and tits a quick feel with my hands. I'd done that that morning, but getting a quick feel in on your cunt and tits is something that's always nice.
The real action was standing there with his tongue hanging out and his tail waving back and forth. I could guess that he was still pretty excited from that feel that I had given him a minute or two before. A glance in the direction of his prick sheath told me that I was on the right track in thinking that.
I knelt down and stroked the cock some more, until it was all the way out into the open. Then, I lay on my back. I guess that what I was hoping was that Ol' Henry would mount me right away. But it seems dogs are too dumb to figure out new situations like that. Ol' Henry had never fucked a woman before ('less Ma's got a secret she ain't telling), and even though he was really excited, with his long thin dick fully erect and pointing straight at my warm little cunt, he just didn't know what to do.
You can guess how pissed I was at that. I mean, here I was all hot and bothered, and this prick that I needed was too dumb to slam on into my cunt.
"Hell, though, 'guess it ain't his fault," I said to myself. After all, this was a pretty new situation that he was faced with.
Then it occurred to me what I could do to help him out a bit. I figured that the trouble was that he would only fuck someone who looked like she was a bitch. And that meant I had to try and impersonate a female dog in heat.
The "in heat" part sure didn't pose any problem. My cunt was just oozing pussy-fluid like mad, and I could hear Ol' Henry take all sorts of deep breaths through his nostrils, as he tried to get in as much of the female smell as he possibly could.
The important part was the position. That's what was wrong. So I got up onto my hands an knees and presented my cunt to him on a silver platter, if you know what I mean.
That still wasn't enough for him. He moved his face forward, and started licking my cunt, right at the moment that I was hoping that he was about to mount me.
Of course, I wasn't too disappointed in that, since the feeling of that dog-tongue on my labia was pretty darn nice. In fact, I said to myself that having Ol' Henry lick my twat was the very next thing that I'd be wanting him to do. But right at this moment, it was good hard prick that my pussy needed.
And it was good hard prick which it was going to git, too, even if I did have to take charge of the whole affair from the beginning to the end. I reached back, and took hold of Ol' Henry's paws. Then I lifted these up and placed them on my butt.
That was all the inspiration that he needed, too. Once he was in a good approximation of the dog-fucking position, he was able to move on the main business without any trouble.
I felt him move his paws up to my shoulder-blades as he closed on in for the action. Then I felt a sharp jab about two inches above my hole.
The trouble was, I guess, that girls and dogs are built differently enough for him to have a bit of trouble finding my hole. Well, that didn't matter to me all that much. The jab itself was sort of neat, in a way. I mean, it did show just how hard his prick was. And the cuntlips against which he jammed the thing were pretty sensitive, of course.
He poked again, and then one more time. I was starting to get a little impatient now, but a fourth thrust got the cock inside me. I felt the tip of it slip between my labia, and I knew that this was it.
In he went. In ... in ... in.... Really good and really hard. He was so firm, and it was such a relief for my pussy to have something hard in it after waiting this long that I thought for a moment that I was going to come right then and there.
As soon as he got all the way in, he started fucking. I mean, a guy sometimes-likes to wait a bit, sort of rest in your cunt to get you all keyed up and excited before he gets down to the real business at hand. But I guess that dogs just aren't put together that way. No sooner was he in than he started to pump.
He was pumping fast, too, much faster than a guy would do it, and much more evenly. You know how it is, when a guy fucks, Doctor. After all, I assume you've done a bit of fucking yourself in your time. A guy often starts in kind of slow, and then gradually builds up the pace until you come. But Ol' Henry started in on my cunt at a good fast clip, and he kept that up without changing it much.
That doesn't mean that it wasn't nice though. Ol' Henry's cock-action may have been different from what I was accustomed to from the boys in the area, but that didn't prevent me from enjoying the way in which each thrust of his prick really pulled my cuntlips back and forth across my clit, until the hard little button was just about yelling for some relief.
My tits were hanging heavily away from my body-Even then I was pretty built, Doctor. And that was one of the things that I liked best about the fuck. I mean, it was a really different sensation, and of course my hands did just about everything that they possibly could so as to make the sensation all the better.
For instance, I pressed my tits up against my chest and then let go of them so that they flopped down heavily. It was quite a feeling to have my tits tugging away on me like that. I also took a nipple in the fingers of each hand and pulled the breasts away in opposite directions, before letting go of them. They really bounced and jiggled when they hit.
The real action was down below my waist, though....
IN-out-in-out-in.... Regular as clockwork, but an awful lot nicer, that prick of Ol' Henry's slipped back and forth on my fast-flowing pussy juices. Every time he thrust it into me with one of those rapid motions, I felt my cunt walls shoved apart, and gave a little gasp of pleasure. And it was just about as neat to feel the big cock slide on out of me again.
He was really getting me worked up like crazy, now, really driving me wild, and even though I thought that I was going to be coming every time I felt that penis penetrate me, somehow I just kept hanging on the brink, waiting for relief, but also hoping that the fuck could go on and on forever.
"Come! Gotta come! Make me come!" I gasped in time to the thrusts of the dog's long, thin prick. I was so far gone, maybe I really hoped that he would somehow be able to understand me.
Buck-buck-buck-buck....
Needed it so bad ... just so bad---
Almost there.... I had to be coming soon ... just had to!
Then, all of a sudden, I felt my body go kind of numb for just a second, and I knew from all the fucks I'd had with guys just what that numbness meant....
Hanging on the edge ... right on the edge....
Wham! Wham! Wham! The sensation flooded back into my body all at once, and I felt my pelvis heave and buck to the force of my come! come! COME!
Cunt clutching cock, squeezing, grabbing.. . !
Cock firing spunk, snooting, gushing . . . !
And man, was it ever! I'd never have guessed that something as small as a dog's balls could hold a tenth that much jism. It seemed like Ol' Henry was going to go on shooting forever as I felt his cream spatter against my insides. And all the while, I was clutching my tits tightly against my chest, and just coming, and coming and coming....
After he'd finished shooting his wad, Ol' Henry pulled his prick right out of me in a hurry. I guess that that's something else about dogs that's just sort of instinctive. He'd had his come, and as far as he was concerned, the fun and games were over.
That was a bit of a disappointment to me, since I've always felt that one of the best parts of a fuck is after you're done, and the guy leaves his rod in you for a while, so that you can feel it slowly getting soft.
I wasn't about to complain, though. That old beagle had given me one of the best bangs that I had ever had in my life. like I said, it was completely different from the kind of fucks that you get from a guy, but that sure didn't mean that it wasn't exciting. My cuntlips were still tingling, and my clit took what seemed like forever to finally go soft. I felt totally fucked out, and for my money, that's just exactly how a female should feel after having some cock in her cunt.
The little preliminary cuntlapping that he had done while waiting to shove on into me had been so nice that I was tempted to try and get him to give me a full-scale version of it even though I had just come. But I figured that there wouldn't really be time to enjoy it, and besides, now that he had gotten his rocks off, he might well be much less disposed to enjoy it.
Well, it would be nice to have something to look forward to. And just thinking about that hard red dick made me lick my lips. I had a pretty good idea of the fun that Ol' Henry's cock and my mouth could have together if they were given a chance.
I had to go back and do my chores, but you can bet that my mind wasn't on them. All that I could think about was what a fantastic bang I had gotten from Ol' Henry.
That evening, I would have liked to take him into my bedroom, but Pop has a thing about not letting dogs in the house. He says that it spoils 'em and makes 'em lazy and good-for-nothing. So I knew that I'd have to wait until the next day before getting any more doggy fun. But that didn't mean that I couldn't have a good time with my hands. I lay back on my bed and pressed my fingers against my tingling clit and soogy labia. I actually took the cuntlips between my fingers and sort of pulled on them. I was arching my back now, and wiggling my hips around as I worked myself up to my come.
My left hand was giving my tits hell, but of course, I had to alternate from one tit to the other, since my right hand had all it could manage with keeping my cunt happy.
That didn't mean that my left hand wasn't doing a good job, though. First, I started off by really teasing and tantalizing my nipples. I always think that sex is a lot better when you have to wait for it. So instead of just starting in on the pink little nubs right away, I trailed my fingers in sort of circular motions all over the surface of my tit. Every time the fingers got close to my hard little nubs, the pink things would get even more swollen, and just cry out for attention. But then, after maybe just moving the fingers onto the edge of the pink part around the nipple (guess there must be a word for that, but I don't rightly know what it is) I would move them back out again.
Finally, when my nipples just couldn't stand it a second longer, I moved my fingers in and took hold of the things, and really squeezed and rubbed them.
Man! That felt so fine that I thought that I was going to come right then and there, but I wanted to prolong things a bit more, so I eased up on my clit a bit more, and that let me hang on without going over the top.
I was playing the same game down below the waist that I was above it. I would trail my fingers back and forth across the outer cuntlips and places like that that are relatively unsensitive. Then, I would just brush them against the cuntlips themselves, or even against my clit. The only trouble was that my clit was so super sensitized that I knew I had to be extra careful there with how I handled it, other-wise I'd be certain to be coming right away.
As I got more and more excited and worked up, feeling my and thinking about all the fun that I would be able to have in the future with that fine virile dog of mine, it got harder and harder for me to play the teasing game, though. My cunt and tits demanded action, and that was about all there was to that.
I rubbed and stroked my cuntlips some more, and then wormed my fingers on up into my hole, up into the hole where Ol' Henry had shot his wad that very afternoon.
My cunt is really quite tight, which may be one reason that I'm able to get plenty of enjoyment out of a dog's prick, even though the latter is so much thinner than a man's. And this tightness meant that my fingers really pressed my cunt's insides apart. I rubbed and pressed with my finger-joints, and the sensation was really something else.
It goes without saying that my pussy was secreting a whole lot of pussy-juice, and my fingers could really feel it sloshing and oozing all over them. I finally pulled the fingers out and stuck them in my mouth so that I could have the enjoyment of tasting my own female fluids.
Man, was I ever hot. I just had to come now, but at the same time, I didn't want the pleasure to ever come to end, either. So that when I felt that I was really on the brink of getting it off, I would sort of ease up on the pressure. I would stop fingering my nipples, and I would just drag my fingers in a kind of lackadaisical way across my outer cuntlips, which of course aren't very sensitive.
Then, when I had cooled off a bit, I would go back to the teasing torment, until it would be time for me to "rest" again.
I was just about to go out of my mind after about ten minutes of this, though, and so I decided that I finally just had to come. I took my right nipple between my fingers and started to press on it, while rubbing the fingers of my other hand frantically back and forth across my tingling labia.
Man! That was it. I paused for second on top of th roller-coaster, and then d-o-w-n-n-n I came, with my pelvis bucking and heaving, and my whole body shuddering to the force of my come!
""Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhh!" I moaned as I felt spasm after spasm of pure female fuck-joy go rippling through my body.
Then, it was over, and I lay there on my bed, panting and gaspingfor breath and cupping my crotch in my hand. I felt so sensitive down there that I could hardly bear even the lightest pressure, but it was still nice and reassuring to have my fingers there, somehow.
It had been one of the nicest beat-offs that I could remember, largely, I think because of the way I had been able to dream about fucking with Ol' Henry while I was doing it. But I also knew that actual sex with him was a lot better, and the fun that I had had masturbating myself just made me really anxious for tomorrow to arrive so that the Beagle and I could have some good times together.
In the morning, the first thing I had to do was milk the cows, and that's something that just can't wait. If you try and keep the cows waiting, they just bellow and bellow. And I knew perfectly well that if Pop thought that I was leaving the cows in pain, I'd be in for some rough sledding. Pop's a good man, but wow, is he attached to his herd of Herefords. In fact, I sometimes wonder if he hasn't had any fun with them himself....
After the milking, there were all sorts of other things for me to do, and I knew that I wouldn't get a real break until about noon. I was going wild with having to put off my fun with Ol' Henry. I knew that if anyone looked closely they could see a damp spot on the crotch of my jeans where my pussy fluid was making them wet. And the the was my panties were rubbing and chafing against my cuntlips was downright uncomfortable.
What made it even worse was the fact that I could see Ol' Ol' Henry snoozing there in the yard like he always did. To be so near that prick of his and not be able to get anything out of it was enough to drive a cunt around the bend.
Finally, though, my noon break came, and I went straight over to Ol' Henry and led him off into the bushes. I peeled off my clothes as fast and I could and got ready for action.
The only question was just quite what action it was that I wanted to go in for. A fuck would be nice to finish up with, but there were sure some other things that I wanted to try with him first. For instance, I couldn't help wondering what that sperm of his tasted like, and the thought of getting my lips around that red prick of his really enough to make my mouth water.
The only trouble was that I figured that if I sucked him off, it might not be possible for him to give me much of a bang later on. I've known plenty of guys who could just lay one shot right on top of another, but I had no earthly way of telling whether dogs were capable of that or not.
The only other thing that left, then, for a preliminary bout, was for Ol' Henry to lick my cunt. That was hardly going to be second-best, though, since I had already had a sample of what that was like when I was trying to coax him into sticking his prick into me. More of the same would be very welcome.
I thought of getting on my hands and knees again, but I was afraid that he might try and enter me, since he would associate that position with the fuck that we had had the day before. Besides, I didn't want to always do things with him in same position. That would be bound to get a bit boring, I was sure.
So, I lay on my back, and taking hold his collar, pulled on it until he had moved up to a position that placed his head right above my crotch.
I had been planning out that that wasn't going to be necessary. Once he got a glimpse of my cunt, and once he got a whiff of the female smell emanating from it (don't forget that by this time my whole cunt was just awash with pussy-fluid), he immediately moved his head down and started in on my tender twat with that long, thin tongue of his.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Man, did that ever feel fine! I just lay back with my legs spread and reveled in the feeling of total female passivity.
I've had guys lick my cunt, of course, and its something that I really groove on, too. But there's a whole world of difference between the kind of licking you get from a guy and the kind you get from a dog. A guy knows where the most sensitive places are, and he moved his tongue around so as to give those places the greatest possible amount of attention. At least that what a guy knows his stuff does. But with a dog, it's just a question of getting as much of that cunt-dringle of yours into his mouth as he possibly can. The thing even though, that his tongue is so tremendously long and flexible that even though he isn't trying to stimulate particular parts of your cunt, the tongue manages to end up in just about every possible nook and cranny anyway.
Slurp! Slurp! Slosh! Man, I just couldn't believe how good it felt to have that doggy-tongue on me like that. It was on my labia, on my clit, and sometimes even wormed its way up into my hole, as he sought to get every last possible drop of cunt-juice.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" I groaned with delight as I arched my back in an effort to force my cunt closer to his face.
Not that it was possible for the face to get any closer, though. He had it nuzzling right up against my labia, and at times even tried to worm his nose up into my hole so that he could get more of that female odor that seemed to be driving him so crazy. That just made him sneeze, though, when he got some of my cunt-juice in his nostrils, and so he concentrated on licking from then on.
I could feel my body tense, feel my nerves twist themselves in knots as I readied myself for the come.
"Get me off! Bang me! make me COME!" I gasped.
The last work coincided exactly with first shudder that ran through my body as the orgasm hit me. That BRRRRRRRRRT! The come hit me all at once, and I felt like a busted watch spring that was unwinding all of a sudden!
My pelvis was bucking and slamming up into the dog's face, and he didn't mind that a bit. He'd rather feel the shocks of my cunt-lips pressing against his muzzle than give up for a second the pleasure of sniffing and licking at my cunt.
Finally, the orgasm left me, but Ol' Henry's tongue sure didn't He hadn't had a come himself, of course, and that meant that even though I was satisfied, he was still licking away on my pussy like crazy.
My pussy felt so incredibly sensitive that it was almost painful for me to get any additional pressure or stimulation. But I didn't really have the heart to break up Ol' Henry's little game, and what was more, I just felt too weak and fucked out to move. I just lay there, gasping for breath and trying to somehow get my mind together again.
I was trying to decide whether the way to take care of Ol' Henry's rampant cock would be to let it inside my vagina or inside my mouth. On one hand, the last fuck that I had had with the dog had been so fine that I was very tempted to simply try and duplicate it. But then, I had never had a dog's prick in my mouth before, and I wanted to try out as many new things with Ol 'Henry as I possibly could.
Before I could make up my mind, something else intervened: Pop!
He came out from behind the bushes, stark naked and with his cock looking like an iron bar. The look on his face told me everything that I had to know about what his intentions were.
"Pop!" I gasped in surprise.
"Hi there, Cindy Mae. See you've been having a good time. I suppose you won't mind sharing it with your pappy."
"How did you find me? You're normally busy in the barn this time of day."
"I may be uneducated, daughter, but I ain't stupid, that's for sure. When I see a healthy young girl like you lead a dog off behind the house, after looking all day at the watch that I gave her I know a thing or two about what's going to happen."
There wasn't any anger in his voice at all. He pulled Ol' Henry's face away from my cunt, but he didn't do it in a vicious sort of way.
"Sorry, dawg, but Pappy's got some rights too, y'know."
And without more ado, he got down on top of me and stuck his prick into his own daughter's twat!
I couldn't have resisted much if I'd wanted to, but to tell the truth, I didn't much want to, either. I mean, Daddy's a pretty fine figure of a man, and I could guess from the glimpse that I'd gotten of his prick that it was going to be every bit as hard as a girl could possibly want. I'd always wondered what it would be like to fuck with him, and here was my chance to find out.
In he went, nice and firm. Fast, but not so fast that he hurt me. He rested for a second with his cock there inside me, and then started to sort of rotate his hips slightly, so that he was actually twisting the prick inside me. It was really something else, as far as sensations are concerned.
Then, back out he pulled it. Slowly at first, then faster, until only the big fleshy knob was inside. I was already so damn worked up by the idea of having that prick in me, of being fucked by my own pop, that I was really afraid that he might pull his cock all the way out of me, and leave me there totally frustrated.
He didn't plan on doing any such thing, though, and slid his cock back in again.
He was going quite slowly at first, and it was obvious that he planned to gradually build up the tempo until we finally came together. That was in complete contrast to the fast-from-the-start handling that I had gotten from Ol' Henry the day before.
In ... out ... in ... out.... Nice, long strokes, each one pulling my labia back and forth across the hard little clit until I thought that it was literally going to burst with excitement.
And best of all, he was really giving my tits a workout. One of the troubles with having a dog for a sexual partner is that he isn't interested in fondling your boobs, and doesn't have any hands to do it with anyway. That's a particular problem for a girl like me who has supersensitive tits and really-likes them to get plenty of action.
Well, that was just exactly what dad was giving to them! He was really kneading and squeezing them, just like a baker working some dough. He was being sort of rough, but not really causing me any pain. Just rough enough to let me know that he was in charge.
Of course, something else was indicating that to me too, namely the rampant, furious prick that was sliding back and forth like mad inside my twat, and really driving me straight up the wall.
Buck! Buck! Buck! The feel of things had really changed now. The long, slow strokes were replaced by much harder, more energetic one. He was really pistoning me, really driving me for a come!
"Fuck me Pop! Fuck me! I want Pop's prick! Pop's prick! Pop's prick!"
He was giving it to me, too, making my cunt so hot and horny that I had almost forgotten that it had been getting ready for some dog cock when he came along.
Squish! Squoosh! Squish! I could hear the cunt-juices slurp around as he bucked his rod inside me....
I was just about there ... just about ... just about....
Pop really knew how to keep a cunt hanging fire. Every time he slammed that rod of his home into me, I was sure that he was going to bring me off, but something about the speed he did it, or the angle he gave the thrust, always kept me just a tiny, tiny bit short of the actual amount of stimulation that I needed to come.
In! Out! In! Out!
"Can't stand it, Pop! Just can't! Just can't!" I almost sobbed, and Pop could tell from the tone of my voice that I meant what I was saying. So he gave a couple more strokes that really did bring me right to the brink of my come, and then he pulled back for the final one that he knew would be enough to bring me off.
Back he went. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly.
Then he paused for just one agonizing second more before starting to slide back into me. In ... in ... in....
Man, was he taking his time, and was it ever driving me out of my mind!
One third in ... one half ... three fourths....
I was going over the top ... going ... going---
He rammed all the way home, and as I felt the tip of his prick press against the entrance to my womb, the come hit me, and my pelvis started bucking and heaving wildly, while my cunt-walls clutched frantically and the firm rod.
The feel of my body exploding all around him was more than he needed to get his rocks off, and I felt the first gob of man cream splatter up against the back of my womb, followed by another, and another, and another!
"Coming!" I gasped. "Coming so fucking, freaking hard!"
And man oh man, don't think that I wasn't. My whole body was shaking like a tree in a thunderstorm as the shudders of come-pleasure tore through it.
Gush! Gush! Gush! It didn't seem like Pop's prick was ever going to stop shooting, either. I had already pumped more jism into me than I could ever remember having gotten from another male, and there was still more to come.
He pressed his hands tightly against my tits, too, and I just had the most total come-experience imaginable! Wham! Wham! Wham!
Finally, we were done, and lay there gasping and panting for breath. His cock had finished shooting its load, but that didn't mean that it was in any all-fired hurry to get soft. I guess that with my pop, hard is sort of the natural state for his prick, almost.
He pulled out at last, and said, "so how was that, daughter?"
"Fantastic! You're not mad at me for letting Ol' Henry lick my cunt?"
"I ain't selfish, daughter. 'Long as I can get some of the action myself, I don't mind you putting out for others. Only fair that a nice sexy chick like you should want to spread the fun around a bit. Matter of fact, I think that maybe you'd better do something right now to take care of that poor dog's prick."
I glanced in the direction of Ol' Henry and saw that his cock was every last inch of the way out of its sheath. He had gotten all turned on by licking my cunt, and I guess that watching me fuck with Pop hadn't exactly cooled him down any.
Looking at that cock, I couldn't help agreeing with Pop that I really did have sort of an obligation to take some of the pressure off of the dog's prick. After all, he'd already given me a good time, and it was only fair that I should try and do the same thing for him.
My cunt felt far too fucked out for me to want his prick up it, though, even though the prick did look pretty nice. It was a choice between feeling him off or sucking his prick. I decided to do the latter, since I figured that it would give Pop more of a thrill to watch. And the look in his eyes indicated pretty clearly just how exciting he found the idea of watching. I saw the tip of his tongue creep out between his lips and slide along them.
I got down on the grass on one side of Ol' Henry, and Dad got down on the other, so that we were facing each other under the dog's belly. That way, Pop was assured of getting as good a view of me sucking the dog's prick as was possible.
Well, I was determined to show my pappy that his little girl knew something about cock-sucking. Though, now that he had had sex with me once, I figured that it was pretty-likely that he would want a more direct demonstration eventually!
It's amazing how fast I can get worked up again. Here I'd already had two nice comes, and even though I had thought at first that servicing the dog would really be a bit much, just looking at that rod was enough to get my clit all tingly again.
I moved my tongue up to the penis and gave a long, slow lick up the whole length of it. Ol' Henry gave a bark of excitement, but continued to stand perfectly still. I guess that he was enjoying all of this so much that he didn't want to do anything that might make the tongue-action stop.
I licked away at the root of the prick, and at the hanging balls, before moving my tongue up to the end of the cock, which I really kind of slobbered over as I worked my tongue tip against the little piss-and-come slit.
I had originally just planned to suck his prick without doing anything to my weary cunt. But I was so worked up that my hand got to my cunt before I even noticed what I was doing. I wormed my fingers into my slit and started pressing them against the tender cunt-walls while I used my thumb to poke and prod at my labia.
This business of licking the dog's prick was really nice but as I got more and more excited, I knew that what I wanted was to suck.
I slipped my lips over the end of the hard shaft, and then moved them down to the prick-root. That meant that the end was poked up so far into my mouth that it was almost making me gag, but that's the sort of gagging that I don't mind.
I worked away at the root, and while I did so, my other hand, the one that wasn't busy with my cunt, took his ballsack arid started fondling and kneading it.
Ol' Henry really sounded like a locomotive now. His breath was coming in heavy pants as he got more and more excited with every little nibble of my lips. I've always been amazed how a prick that seems like it's just incredibly hard can go on to get even harder and more rigid when a bit of stimulation is applied to it.
I glanced in the direction of Daddy, and saw that his eyes were really glistening. I moved my head slightly so that I could get a good view of his crotch. As I suspected, he had his hand on his prick and was working away on it to beat the band That cock had just shot off its wad only a few minutes before, but from the look of it, it was as hard as it has ever been.
I was moving my lips up and down along the length of the penis now, and even though my tongue was inside my mouth, I was able to use it to offer some additional stimulation to the dog's penis.
Then, I felt the thing give a sort of extra little stiffening, and I knew that it was about to come. I wanted to come at the same time, and so I pressed my fingers really hard against my clit.
Bingo! That was all that was needed to bring myself off, and I felt my pelvis started to heave and tremble to the force of my come at the exact same moment that the first gob of dog-spunk shot up against the root of my mouth.
Splat! Splat! Splat! It was amazing just how full his balls were. It seemed like there was cock-juice everywhere. Trickling down my throat, between my cheeks and teeth, under my tongue, and still the hard, thin dog-rod was shooting away!
When he finally stopped, and my own come subsided, I kept on sucking a while longer. The feeling of that big prick inside my mouth was just far too exciting for me to want to let go of it for a while.
At last, I slipped my lips off of the cock, being very, very careful as I did so not to spill any of the precious male juice. I got up and walked over to my father. He was lying on the ground, his hand still on his cock, and a greyish pool on his belly. He had come while watching Ol' Henry and me go at it, of course.
I smiled at him, then opened my mouth slightly, so that he could see the little lake of prick-juice there inside it. After that, I sloshed the stuff around a bit more with my tongue, before swallowing it.
Just the idea that I was swallowing sperm (and dog-sperm at that) was exciting enough to cause my clit to tingle. There could be no question about it. The fun and games that afternoon had really been fine.
"C'mon, daughter," Pop said, "we've got to get us some more chores done."
From then on, my fucking with Ol' Henry has really been a pretty regular sort of thing, and Dad loves to come watch. In fact, he's said that watching is something that he enjoys almost as much as doing.
Sometimes, we try something a bit special, like a fuck where all three of us participate at the same time. The first one of those, as I remember, consisted Of Ol' Henry banging my cunt while I sucked on Pop's prick.
The way we did it, was for me to get down on my hands and knees, while Pop lay down on his back, so that my face was right over his cock.
Ol' Henry was right behind me, and as soon as he saw that cunt of mine presented to him, he knew just exactly what it was that I wanted him to do. In fact, he had that prick of his inside me even before I had a chance to get my mouth around dad's tool.
It was really neat to have something going on at each end, and it was interesting for me to be able to compare the feel of a dog's prick in my mouth (which was what I had had the day before) with a man's, and a dog's prick in the cunt with a man's.
Pop has a fine rod, like I've told you, and it really felt fine to have it crammed into my mouth. And I do mean crammed, too. I know from experience with guys just how sensitive their cock is down by the root, but Dad's penis was so long that I could hardly get my lips all the way down there when the rest of the thing was inserted into my mouth.
So, to get around that problem, I would use my fingers on the lower part of the cock while continuing to give my lip-attention to the knob and the place where the knob and the shaft join, which I guess is just about the most sensitive spot on a guy's body.
And all the while, I could feel that dog-dick sliding back and forth inside my body. Back-and-forth. Back-and-forth. Always that same even motion. And don't think that my cunt wasn't enjoying it, too. I could feel just how incredibly wet my pussy was as the dog-cock worked away in it.
My lips were about as energetic with Pop's meat as Ol' Henry was with getting my twat all worked up. I was sucking away to beat the band, and fondling and and caressing his balls and prickroot, too. From his hard, heavy breathing, I could tell that he was about to come. And the incredible stiffness of his cock, and the way in which his balls were pulled up so tight against the base of his penis, told me the same story.
I wanted to have all of us come at the same moment, and since I was the only active partner here except for Ol' Henry, who was just going by instinct, I figured that the responsibility for timing it all belonged to me.
The way I planned on doing it was to get Pop worked up as fast as I possibly could. Then, when I sensed that he was right on the edge of his come, I would put him on "hold" so to speak, easing up on the pressure just enough to keep him from coming, but not enough to let him cool down any. And, when I felt that Ol' Henry or myself was about to come (and it didn't matter which, since the feeling of my cunt going would set off his prick, and vice versa), I would give Pop that extra little bit of attention that would be all he needed in order to go over the top.
I could tell that Pop was at that critical point right now, so I eased up on his cock some, while continuing to get those luscious thrusts in the cunt from my dog.
Then, I felt my body tense up for the come, and I started sucking away like crazy again on the prick I had in my mouth.
Suddenly, I was coming, and the feeling of my twat clutching furiously at his rod was enough to get Ol' Henry off too. And a split second later, Dad was coming, his rod gushing away like an oil well into my mouth!
Come! Come! Come! Come! Prick! Cunt! Prick! Cunt! Coming, and coming and COMING!
Finally my Pop's prick stopped shooting, and
I felt Ol' Henry slip his cock out of my cunt. Having gotten it from both ends, I felt very, very fucked, and that means that I felt very, very happy, too.
Anyway, that's about how things have been going on ever since, Doc, and I can't imagine a girl having a better arrangement.
That last phrase of Cindy Mae's sums up the most important piece of information conveyed by her account. The total lack of any kind of guilt feelings which many city-dwellers feel about bestiality and incest. One of the reasons that I had gone to a rural area to study sexual practices was because I was curious as to just how different sexual attitudes might be there from those which I encounter in my normal practice in the city. It has been said that one of the troubles with Freud is that his theories are all based on a very narrow group of people: the Viennese middle class. Even though I have done various kinds of charity work, I was very eager to collect information on people different from thoe I normally work with.
And this lack of guilt struck me as one of the most different aspects of rural sex compared to that engaged in by middle-class city dwellers. Most of the women I have talked with who have engaged in bestiality have at least residual feelings of guilt, even if by and large they have dealt successfully with the fact of their unorthodox sexual inclinations. But for Cindy Mae, sex was purely a matter of physical pleasure. If a dog's penis, or her father's penis, could provide her with a good orgasm, that was all that she was interested in.
The casual attitude towards incest is one that was only to be expected. There's a saying that in the hill country, a virgin is a girl over five who can run faster than her pappy. But it was very interesting to seem the same attitude applied to animal sex.
Of course, it would be a gross error to regard rural people as some sort of children of nature who don't share any common traits with city people. For instance, Cindy Mae's father's voyeurism, the fact that, as she put it, he would almost rather watch sex than have it, is probably not at all different in its manifestations and causes from the cases of voyeurism which Freud encountered in the middle class Viennese whom he studied.
I had interviewed Cindy Mae purely for the sake of my projected book. I did not have time to engage in any therapeutic relationship with her, and besides, there was no reason to believe that any kind of therapy was either needed or wanted. Cindy Mae's reasons for having sex with her dog involved ordinary physical desire and perhaps also a natural-enough desire by someone whose life was rather restricted in scope to engage in something new and exotic. As she put it, a girl couldn't have a better arrangement, and though the arrangement in question might eventually lead to trouble with her mother, that was a purely practical question and one quite outside the purview of abnormal psychology.
The reader may be interested to know that I found three other example of bestiality in the course of my rural investigations. I have not presented them here, since I wished to give as varied a set as cases in this book as possible. It is interesting to note in passing, however, that although in the other three cases, one of the females was motivated by essentially the same normal and non-pathological feelings that drove Cindy Mae into bestiality, while one of the other women was definitely very insecure and neurotic, and the third something of a borderline case, all three of them showed the same essential unconcern as Cindy Mae for having violated what most city people regard as a very important taboo: that which says that women should not allow dogs' penises into their vaginas.