Case History 5

Christine Y. was a good-looking blonde of sixteen who had gotten her parents to agree to pay for therapy by telling them that she suffered from nightmares. In fact, that was just a cover story. Her real problem was a good deal more intimate than that.

"The thing is, doctor," she said to me, "that I've gotten into this funny situation, and the more I think about it, the more and more worried I became. I mean, it really seems pretty sick. So I thought that maybe I should come and see someone like you so as to get a professional opinion on where my head is at."

"What exactly is this situation?" I asked.

"I fuck with dogs." "Regularly?"

"Just about every day. That's pretty kinky, isn't it?"

"I've certainly met plenty of other females who have sex with dogs, and those who do usually do so quite frequently. But maybe you'd like to tell me all about it."

She paused a moment, took a deep breath, and then began her story....

I'm really quite fond of clothes, and as you know, clothes are pretty expensive. My parents are really generous people, but there's a limit to how much I can put the tap on them. Besides, it's a nice feeling to know that you can take care of yourself. So, I've been doing various sorts of odd jobs ever since I was a fairly little girl.

I started out with babysitting, of course, but I don't get on all that well with kids, and besides, I wanted to find something that would pay a bit better per hour.

Finally, I hit on the idea of starting a dog-walking service. It may seem funny that there are people who are willing to pay more to have their dogs looked after than other people are to have someone watch over their children, but that's the way it is. There are lots of lonely, rich old people for whom their dogs are almost their only friends. But because they're lazy, or unable to move about much, they have trouble walking the things. So, that's where I come in.

I got my start in the business through an aunt who's pretty well connected socially. She needed someone to take her poodle for a walk twice a week (she could take care of it the other days), and she paid me to do it. And she recommended me to her friends, so soon I had almost more business than I can handle.

Of course, the reason you can really clean up compared to babysitting is that you can only sit for one family at a time. But with dogs, there's nothing to prevent you from taking seven or eight of them for a walk at the same time, as long as they aren't all great big animals. Usually, rich old ladies prefer something fairly compact, like a toy poodle, or a schnauzer, or something like that, so even if there is one husky or German shepherd or something like that in the bunch, it isn't any problem for me to keep the dogs in control.

Now, at the time that the bestiality business got going, I had been walking dogs for about a year, and I had had this particular boyfriend named Bill for about six months. I thought that he was a really neat guy, which shows just how dumb I can be sometimes. There isn't anything that I wouldn't have done for him, and of course, that included sex. In fact, I have a really hot little box, and I liked to have Bill bang it on every possible occasion.

One evening, I had dropped by his place on Saturday. I was supposed to pick up my dogs in about three quarters of an hour, but that meant that I could easily fit in a fuck.

Bill was every bit as eager to take advantage of the time as I was, and it wasn't long before he had my blouse and bra off, and was kissing my tits.

One thing about Bill: he certainly does know how to kiss tit. He had a way of running his lips lightly over the surface of my breasts that used to drive me wild. He also had a neat way of kind of sucking on the breast, too, with his lips. Not just on the nipple, which is a pretty obvious sort of place to suck, but elsewhere too, including the underside of the breast, where it turns back to the body. Until Bill showed me, I had never realized what a sensitive part of the body that was.

He gave a whole series of long loving kisses there that day, while reaching his right hand up under my skirt to get at my panties, which were already pretty wet with excitement. It goes without saying that they got a good deal wetter as I felt him press his fingers through the thin fabric apd against the tender labia. My hips were giving little shuddering motions as he gently flicked the clit, too, with his thumb.

Bill liked to progress gradually in sex, so it was only after all this had been going on for some time that he pulled the panties down so as to permit direct contact between his fingers and my steamy pussy.

After he did get the clinging garment away, he wormed his fingers up into my hole. The feeling of him poking around inside me like that was delicious, and even nicer was the certainty that it wouldn't be too long until his fingers were replaced there by his fine, hard cock!

I was writhing around on the couch in excitement, and though I had my hand on the crotch of his pants, he still seemed to be a lot cooler than I. I pulled the zipper down, and let the cock punch out against the white fabric of the underpants. Then I pulled the underpants down, and the massive rod bobbed into freedom, expanding as it went.

Now that I was able to get directly at his cock, he seemed to get a lot more worked up, even though I think it was kind of a pose that he liked, to always seem blas‚, even at moments when anyone else would have been overwhelmed with passion.

"Put it in me! Put it in me!" I groaned. My aching nipples and clit and my soggy pussy just couldn't put up with very much more of this delightful but frustrating stimulation. I just had to have a come, and that was all there was to that.

It seemed for some reason that Bill would always wait until I really called out for his prick so that it would seem almost as if he were doing me some kind of a favor, though maybe I'm imagining things. At any rate, he was willing to comply with my request.

"Why don't we do it dog-style," he said.

That was fine by me. Quite aside from the fact that he had felt me up to such a fever-pitch that literally any position would have been fine by me, the truth of the matter was that I always enjoyed being taken from behind like that. (You must understand that at this point the only experience that I had ever had with the "dog-style" fuck had involved humans.)

I got onto my hands and knees, and he positioned himself behind me He took my waist in his hands and squeezed it. Then, he moved his prick on into my vagina.

Whatever other faults Bill may or may not have, he doesn't have a small penis, that's for sure. In fact, the thing is so big, that it was a good thing that when we were going together that I am a very wet sort of girl who lubricates up really rapidly. Otherwise, we would have had a pretty hard time of it.

He eased his prick into me slowly, and then, after waiting for a moment, pulled it out again.

I guess being a tease is part of Bill's nature, because there was really something maddening about the way he pulled his cock out. Something about his motions, about the slow, determined way in which he pulled his rod back, seemed to indicate that he was going to take his cock all the way out of me. I think that I would have died of the frustration if he had done any such thing.

Finally, when only the hard knob on the end was inside me, he said, "shall I?" He didn't specify what it was that he was considering, but I was so afraid that he might remove his cock and leave me high and dry that I said, "please, Bill, don't fool around. Just let me have that prick of yours."

He paused a second longer, and then shoved on in again. Then, he started to slide his cock regularly back and forth.

It was a wonderful relief to know that he was not going to leave me unsatisfied (he did that once, when he was mad at me) and I started to really enjoy the fuck.

In ... out ... in ... out.... And all the while, he was using his hands very skillfully on my tits, as he cupped and fondled the things, rubbed them together, rubbed them against each other, pinched the nipples, and did all sorts of nice things to them.

I was pretty worked up already when he had started the fuck, so you can imagine the state that I was in after just a few minutes of the old in-and-out. That cock of his was pulling my labia across my clit in the most tantalizing way imaginable every time it thrust in or pulled out, and I wasn't at all sure how much longer my clit could take the attention. I was very tense already, and breathing in very slow, labored gasps.

Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck! He had really picked up a lot of speed by now, and slammed his tool hard inside me. I was trembling now, every single muscle in my body was trembling, and still he rode me. He had a very good technique when it came to keeping me right on the edge of my orgasm but not letting me go over.

Then, all of a sudden, he pulled back fast and slammed home even faster. He really sort of took me by surprise. One instant, I was all charged up, it is true, but thought that the fuck still had a way to go. The next instant, I was coming furiously, with my pussy clutching hard as his spasming rod.

Gush! Gush! Gush! His cock was shooting gob after gob after gob of boycream into me, and my cunt was responding in kind of clutching desperately at his whanger while my hips heaved and shuddered and bucked. "Uh! Uh! UHHHHH!"

Cock, cock, cock! Firing, shooting, spurting, gushing!

Cunt, cunt, CUNT! Female organ clutching, quivering, feeling!

At last we were done, and he pulled his rod out of me. I got weakly to my feet.

"You know, that was quite a fuck," I said.

"I always try to please," he replied.

It was getting time for me to pick up the dogs. I always give the owners a specific time that I'll be by. Since most of the owners live in the same part of town, it doesn't take me more than about a half hour to collect them at most. I drop them off in order, too.

As I said goodbye to Bill, I thought for the umpteenth time what a lucky girl I was. I mean, it was true that at times he seemed maybe a tiny bit arrogant, but that didn't matter too much. After all, he was such a great guy that he had a right to be a little bit stuck-up, or so it seemed to me at the time.

And best of all, he seemed to really keep his word about going steady with me. I had never heard any rumors at school about him messing around with other chicks.

I got all the way to the lobby of his apartment building when I realized that I had left my handbag in his place. I went back, and was about to knock on the door when I heard his voice. He was on the telephone, and it was obvious that he was talking to another girl. He was telling her that he was going to pick her up at seven that evening to go to the movies.

I just about exploded when I heard that. I had wanted to go out with him tonight, and as I took going steady seriously, when he said that he wouldn't be able to make it because he had a lot of back schoolwork to get through, that meant that I would just have to spend Saturday night sitting around home by myself.

Now I had discovered that the creep simply wanted to two-time me with some chick named Carol.

I was tempted to bang on the door and have the whole thing out with him right then and there, but I decided not to. He's a really smooth-talking bastard, and I was afraid that if I demanded an explanation, he'd give me one so convincing that I'd forgive him. I knew what I had heard, and I didn't plan on being tricked.

Besides, it was getting late, and I didn't want to get in trouble with my clients. I hurried off to pick up the mutts.

When I had them all collected, I took them to the park. There was a German shepherd, a full-size poodle, und a whole raft of smaller dogs.

I was so unhappy about the thing with Bill that I could hardly think straight. I wanted to burst into tears. The only reason I didn't let myself was that I didn't want to make a spectacle of myself.

After the time the dog's owners had paid for was up, I dropped the animals off one by one. When I was down to two, a chihuahua named Senor Gomez and a poodle named Saint-Estephe (his owner's a wine nut), I had to go by my apartment building to get to where they lived.

Senor Gomez is a spunky little dog, but of course he has to work pretty hard to keep up with the others, since he's so little. I saw that his tongue was hanging out, and he looked pretty wilted. I could guess that he would really like a drink of water.

There wasn't a puddle in sight that he could drink from, so I thought that I would take him up to my place. I had a bit of time to kill anyway, since his owner had told me that she would be back a little late today, and obviously I couldn't just leave the little fellow tied to the doorknob of her apartment, shitting all over the expensive hall carpet.

He drank the water thirstily, and Saint-Estephe was pretty glad to get some too, though he's so arrogant a dog that he certainly would never dream of being grateful for a favor.

"Men!" I said, thinking about my two-timing boyfriend. "They think they're such hot shits, just cause they have cocks. Well, there are plenty of cocks in the world, Bill!"

In fact, the two dogs were both male, I noticed.

"I bet these dogs are better cocksmen than you are, you turd," I said, still mentally addressing Bill.

Senor Gomez was standing on the kitchen counter, where I had put the water dish, and I was petting him. There's something nice about Chihuahuas, with their smooth coats and their little, delicate bodies.

After making that remark about how I imagined that the dogs were better with their cocks than Bill was, I suddenly reached out and started to fondle the little dog's cock. I don't for the life of me know why I did it. It was really a sudden inspiration. But be that as it may, it was something that Senor Gomez obviously liked. He gave a little yap of pleasure, and I could feel his little prick slide out of its sheath.

Little is the operative word, too. After all, Chihuahuas are very tiny dogs, and everything is scaled accordingly. I was curious about his prick, and as I stared at it, I felt a bit like Gulliver with the Lilliputians.

"I wonder what the size of the other one's is," I said to myself. Somehow, the idea of comparing the two penises for size struck me as very funny. Sort of like the way they measure women's tits for beauty contests, only in reverse.

I felt quite excited sexually during all this, but I didn't yet have any clear idea that I was going to do anything like have sex with the dogs.

I picked Saint-Estephe up and put him on the counter next to Senor Gomez. He took quite a bit of picking, since full-sized poodles are big dogs, but I was helped by the fact that he's really lazy, and didn't put up any kind of a fuss. It was definitely a two-handed job, nevertheless.

I rubbed his prick sheath, and of course, the thing came sliding out into the open. I laughed as I noticed how much bigger it was than Senor Gomez's.

The whole nutty game I had gotten into really fascinated me. Now that I could compare the size of the two pricks (and now that I had two very excited dogs on my hands) I was starting to wonder just how much sperm there was in the balls of each one. Would it be proportional to the varying size of their pricks?

There was only one way to find out. I reached one hand out and started to play with Senor Gomez's cock, while the other one began to fondle Saint-Estephe's meat. By this time, my clit was really hard, and my panties were soaking wet. I guess the real reason that I was doing all this was because I had gotten incredibly turned on by the sight of those two hard dicks, even though one of them was pretty small. But I hadn't admitted to myself yet that that was the reason.

As I worked the two dog-pricks with my hands, I sort of regretted that I didn't have a third hand with which I could take care of my cunt. Well, after I was finished with the two dogs, I knew just exactly the kind of attention that my twat was going to receive.

I wanted to see if I could get the two dogs to come at about the same time. Since I had beaten Bill off on various occasions, and also knew what his cock felt like when it went off in my cunt, I was able to easily "read" the two dogs in the sense of judging from their state of stiffness and from the sound of the animals' breathing just how close to their comes they were.

It was sort of odd having such disparate pricks in my hands. The big poodle's must have been at least five times the size of Senor Gomez's.

Back-forth-back-forth.... I rubbed and stroked the cocks with a fast, steady motion.

I could tell that the little dog was just about to come, so I eased up on his rod a bit, in order to give Saint-Estephe a chance to catch up.

When I was sure that the poodle was about to come, I stepped up the effort I was expending on the Chihuahua's cock.

Suddenly, I felt Saint-Estephe's cock quiver and tremble with the force of its come, as gob after gob of sperm shot out onto the kitchen counter and onto my hand.

Senor Gomez wasn't far behind in sending his wad shooting out of his diminutive little dork. For such a little dog, he had quite a lot of sperm. In fact, I would say that proportionally he had more of the stuff than the poodle did.

As soon as the dogs had stopped, I pulled down my jeans and placed my right hand on my crotch. The other hand went straight to my tits. I was so steaming hot that I couldn't wait another second, couldn't wait long enough to get into the bedroom or even to get down on the kitchen floor. I was going to beat off right then and there, standing with my back against the refrigerator.

One advantage of the position I was in was that I could still look at the dogs. Their penises were sliding back into their sheaths, but there were still long threads of spunk hanging from the tips of them, and I could see the pools of spunk there on the counter.

I pressed my fingers hard against my labia, while working the thumb up into my hole, where I pushed it against now one side of my twat, now the other. Then, while I pulled on my nipple with the other hand, I started to rub my thumb against my clit, after pulling the thumb out of my vagina.

For a moment it seemed as if my mind was going blank, and then suddenly my come just burst inside me like a landmine going off.

Wham! Wham! Wham! My pelvis bucked and heaved frantically, and I kept my hand glued to it frantically, despite the fact that my twat was now so sensitive that it could hardly bear to be touched.

Even as my cunt seemed to go up like an ammunition dump, I continued to rub my thumb against my agonized clit.

"Coming! Coming! Coming!" I gasped.

And then ... that ... was ... it....

The orgasm had been so powerful that I almost had to blink for a moment to remember where I was. Yes, this was my parents' kitchen, and these were a couple of dogs that I had to get back to their owners. Maybe because I didn't want to think about the implications of the act I had just engaged in with them, I concentrated my thoughts on how I had better hurry if I didn't want to return the dogs late.

I pulled my jeans back on, and led the dogs to the elevator. From there, it wasn't all that far to the owners' apartments.

"My, Saint-Estephe seems tired," his mistress said. "I suppose you must have given him a good workout"

"Oh yes," I said. "I like to earn my pay."

"I hope he's not too tired out."

"Oh, it's good for dogs to get plenty of exercise. Especially city dogs."

"Yes, I've heard that that's so," the old lady agreed.

On the way back to my apartment, though I didn't have anything to occupy my mind, and I couldn't help thinking about how I had just beaten off two dogs, and gotten thoroughly excited in the process.

On one hand, it seemed more than a little bit sick. But then, there was something very satisfying about it too. I mean, the dice really are loaded against us females. Here Bill, this boy whom I'd really trusted and all, had simply decided to two-time me and had gone out and done so. It's so easy for guys. They're the ones who get to take the initiative and call all the shots. But this time, I was the one who had called the shots, I was the one who had decided that I was going to make the dogs come, and having made that original decision, I was also the person who had determined the exact moment that they would be coming. I had thought that it would be interesting to see if I could get them off simultaneously, so I had gotten them off simultaneously.

Besides, it wasn't as if I had actually fucked with them or anything. It was all just a harmless game. Or so I told myself.

The way it worked out, though, the next day, when I was bringing Saint-Estephe and Senor Gomez back from the walk, the two of them started to get quite agitated as we passed by my apartment building. They obviously remembered the good times that they had had the day before here, and wanted more of the same.

"C'mon, don't be difficult," I said, pulling on the big poodle's leash to try and keep him from going into the lobby. "You shouldn't be pestering me now, just because I decided to be extra nice to you once before."

But the more the dog whined and whimpered and pulled on his leash (Senor Gomez was doing the same sorts of things, but of course they're less noticeable done by a chihuahua), the more I was tempted to reconsider my refusal. After all, I had had a good time with the two dogs the day before, and there wasn't any reason that I shouldn't be able to have a good time with them today, too. My parents wouldn't be back for a long time, so I didn't have to worry about that. There was no getting around the fact that the beat-off I had given myself after feeling the dogs to a come was the best hand-job I had ever given myself in my life. I'm a pretty horny girl, like I told you, Doctor, and now that I'd broken up with that rat Billy, I was starting to get pretty frustrated.

"Okay," I said to the two dogs, "but don't count on this every day." Of course, I really knew that the more I cooperated with them on this, the more-likely they were to kick up a fuss when I tried to cool it with them.

This time, I took them into the living room. It was more comfortable for me to sit on the floor there, than in the kitchen, with its linoleum. And I didn't feature hauling that big, overfed poodle up onto the counter again.

I reached out and took hold of Senor Gomez's prick and started to feel it. This time, I had decided, I was going to go at one dog at a time, so that I wouldn't have to wait to get some action myself, but would be able to beat myself off while enjoying the dog's prick.

As I felt up the little cock, I thought that maybe I could try something else this time. I've always been fairly adventurous when it comes to sex, and since I seemed to be into this sex-with-animals bag for the time being, I thought that I might as well branch out a little.

There was something sort of cute about the Chihuahua's little cock, anyway. Something that that made it seem to just cry out to be kissed.

I picked the little dog up and held him right next to my face. Then, I put my mouth around his penis. Since the penis was so small, I in fact put my mouth around everything-prick, prick-sheath and balls-and sucked on them all at once. I still had plenty of room in my mouth to maneuver my tongue, so that meant that I could give special attention to the penis itself.

The chihuahua was being very good and holding himself very still, so I was able to just rest his paws on my collar-bone and hold him with one hand, while the other hand got busy downstairs.

My clit was already hurting it was so hard and excited, and when I put my fingers down against my labia, they literally slipped around a bit on the pussy-juices, I had lubricated up so much.

In addition to my own breathing and the short little gasps of the Chihuahua, I heard some heavier breathing. That had to be Saint-Estphe. Because the other dog was in my line of sight, I couldn't see what the poodle was doing, but I guessed that the reason he was breathing heavily was that he was watching the action and wondering if he was going to be cut in on it soon. Well, if he'd just be patient, he'd find that he didn't have a thing in the world to worry about on that score.

Suck! Suck! Suck! I was really pulling away with my lips at the base of Senor Gomez's balls, while flicking the shaft of his cock with my tongue. I was giving particular emphasis with the tongue to the very tip of his rod. I knew from my experiences with Bill that guys are extremely sensitive there, and it seemed that the same was true with male dogs.

I was playing a real teasing game with my cunt. I was trailing my fingers very lightly back and forth across my labia, bringing them circling in towards my frantic clit, sometimes, but never, or only very rarely, actually touching it. The result was that the thing got more and more keyed up with every second that went by. I knew that when I wanted to, I would be able to bring myself off almost instantly by just applying a bit of pressure to my clit.

To keep my vagina happy, I was working my thumb around inside it, pressing the thumb against the tender cunt-walls and particularly, right at the entrance to the vagina.

I was already moving my hips rhythmically as I got more and more excited. This wasn't quite as good as having a big hard dork up my cunt, but it was damn close.

I could tell from the way the little Chihuahua was trembling in my hand that he was almost at the point of his come. Just a bit more attention was all that would be needed.

Flick! Flick! Flick! I brushed the tip of his rod with my tongue. I felt the tiny cock give a final little stiffening, and at that moment, I pressed my fingers against my clit.

Bingo! That touch was all that my eager fun-button required after all these tantalizing minutes. At the very instant that Senor Gomez's cock started to fire, I felt my hips buck and heave to the force of my come.

The little dog was sort of jiggled about by me as I writhed in ecstasy, but I had a good grip on him, and his penis felt too good for him to mind anything at the moment.

Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! His cock didn't have very much stuff to shoot, of course, and each gob was pretty small, but he kept on going for quite a while, surprisingly enough.

Chihuahuas are rather quavery little dogs, and after we were finished and I had taken him off my face, he was literally trembling with the excitement of the experience he had been through. That he had thoroughly enjoyed it, however, was perfectly apparent from the eager way in which he licked my hand.

I gulped down his spunk-there wasn't all that much to gulp, but swallowing it was nice anyway-and then turned my attention to the big poodle that was standing nearby.

Saint-Estephe had a massive hard-on, and it was obvious that if I didn't want to regard myself as cruel, I would have to take care of it right away. Previously, I thought in terms of having him maybe licking my cunt or something. But he needed relief right away, and there was no point in my being selfish and pretending that anything else was the case.

There were three ways I could take care of his prick: I could give him a hand-job, I could blow him, or I could let him fuck me.

The first option seemed pretty tame and old-hat, seeing as we had done that the day before. As for blowing him, although it would be interesting perhaps to make a direct comparison that way between his prick and Senor Gomez's, it was really my cunt, not my mouth, that needed attention.

Oh, it was true that I had beaten myself while blowing the Chihuahua, but I'm a pretty multi-orgasmic female, and besides, having one come given by hand like that just made me all the more eager for a real come, that's to say, one caused by the feel of good, hard dick slamming back and forth inside my twat.

So, any moral scruples or doubts that I might have had about the idea of letting a dog stick his penis inside me were just washed away by my cunt's fast-mounting passion. I was going to fuck with the poodle, and that was that.

I got onto my hands and knees and presented my cunt to him. I guess necessity is the mother of invention, or maybe old Mrs. Farrel who owns him has a special use for him, because he didn't hesitate a second. Once he saw that twat of mine, he knew just exactly what it was that I expected him to do.

I felt him put his paws on my ass, then on my back, and finally almost up on my shoulders as he moved in.

His cock poked at my cunt, then found the hole and slid in without any difficulty.

Then, he started to slide it back and forth like he'd been doing this all his life. I had no way of really knowing if he had had any other experiences with women, but at least with bitches he must cut quite a figure. Although there was a certain jerky quality to his fucking, I could tell that that was just something about him being a dog. Don't ask me how I knew, seeing as I had never had sex with another dog. But somehow I did. There was something assured and confident about his fuck too, and I could tell that if there are ladies' men, there are bitches' dogs.

In-out-in-out-in-out. Man, did that ever feel good!

"If dogs are this great, I may never have to put up with another turd like Bill again in my whole life," I thought as I felt the rod slide back and forth against the inside of my cunt, fell it pull my labia against my tingling clit with every thrust.

I had my right hand on my hanging tits and was pressing and squeezing them in time to his thrusts. My body was swaying in time to his thrusts, too. We were in perfect harmony.

Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck. Always that steady, even slamming back-and-forth of his penis. This dog was just driving me straight out of my ever-loving mind.

Fuck me harder! Harder! Harder!" I groaned. In fact, there's no earthly way that any prick, canine or human, could have possibly fucked harder or better than Saint-Estephe was doing at just that moment.

Then, all of sudden, I felt my cunt clutch at his rod. It was an involuntary, unconscious action, and I'm sure that I was as taken by surprise by it as the poodle was. I was coming!

As my cunt gripped at his cock, and my hips started to heave with excitement, I felt his rod start to quiver and unload into me.

Splat! Splat! Splat! As I had noticed the day before, when I had masturbated the two dogs on the kitchen counter, the poodle certainly had a good deal more sperm than the tiny Chihuahua. In fact, Saint-Estephe had a seemingly limitless supply of the stuff, or so it seemed as he unloaded his balls into my cunt.

Finally, he finished shooting, and pulled his rod on out. Even Billy, who was a pretty self-centered guy, would leave his rod in for a while after shooting his load, so that I could enjoy the feeling of it going soft inside me. But Saint-Estephe had had his fun, and that was that

"Oh well," I thought, "I guess that I'd better get the dogs back home, anyway."

That night, I really had a certain amount of trouble going to sleep. I mean, this sudden craving for dogs. had come upon me so suddenly. And that was what it was, too, a craving. I'd only be deceiving myself if I pretended that it was something different. Oh, I had tried to pretend that I was just being nice to the dogs, and so forth, but I knew in my heart that I was very anxious for tomorrow to come so that I could try some more canine sex.

What bothered me most of all was the fact that I didn't find myself all that anxious to find a replacement for Bill. I had had regular boyfriend of some kind or the other since I was thirteen. But now that I had the dogs, I found myself not really all that interested in getting another one.

The following day, I decided to try some different dogs. After all, it didn't seem fair that the same two should always get all the action. This time, I brought them all in from the park early and took them up to the apartment I couldn't fuck all of them, of course, and to keep the ones who weren't chosen from getting too excited, I put them into another room. The reason that I had brought all of them along was that the two I wanted to fuck with this time were among the first I had picked up, and therefore were supposed to be the first I dropped off at their owners. Otherwise, if I had waited until the time was up for all the other dogs, dropped them off, come back to the apartment, fucked my chosen partners, and then taken them home, their owners might wonder where I had been, seeing as they lived quite a distance from where I did, and it would take a while to get there after I was done with the dogs.

This time, I had chosen a husky named Kayak and a St. Bernard named Three-Star, I guess after the three stars that go on some kinds of brandy.

A St. Bernard is a really big dog, of course, but I figured, or rather hoped, that his cock wouldn't be any bigger than a guy's cock. I planned to let Three-Star fuck me while I blew the husky. That would save time, of course, and besides, I figured that it would be kind of neat to take care of two dogs at once.

I presented my cunt to the St. Bernard in the same way that I had to Saint-Estephe the day before, but Three-Star didn't seem to get the idea. Of course, that wasn't really too surprising. Saint-Estephe had already had the experience of being beaten off by me, and he had watched me suck Senor Gomez's dick. In other words, I had given him a good chance to figure out the fact that dogs and women can have some pretty good times together. But though he may have conceivably fucked female dogs, poor old Three-Star had never come across anything remotely resembling a sixteen-year old girl in the presentation position.

"Well, dog," I said, "there's a first time for everything."

I took hold of his forepaws to lift them up onto my ass. Of course, a St. Bernard is pretty heavy, but dogs seem to have a built-in tendency to go up on their hindquarters if you lift their paws. You've seen people do it a million times, I bet. So Three-Star did most of the work. As soon as his paws were resting on my ass, he sort of got the idea. I moved the paws a little farther up my back (that was a bit tricky, since there's a limit to how flexible your arms are). When they were half way up my back, the dog finally caught on and shuffled up closer to me. Maybe St. Bernards are dumb, since he still couldn't find my cunt. I reached behind myself and took hold of his rod, which was at least out of its sheath, and guided the tip of it into my cunt.

At long last, Three-Star got the whole picture, and he shoved on in. His prick was very big, almost as big as a guy's, but of course, I wasn't about to complain about that.

While all these rather tiresome preparations were going on with the Saint Bernard, Kayak, the husky, had kind of wandered off a bit. Fortunately, though, the end of his leash was still within reach, so I was able to bring him back. At last, and with the big St. Bernard already sliding his cock back and forth inside me, I was able to get Kayak positioned, and moved my head under his belly.

His cock was still enclosed in its furry pouch, but a few kisses and licks on the latter object were able to take care of that problem in short order. As soon as the pink tip of the rod appeared, I started nibbling away on it with my lips, and of course that caused the rest of the penis to glide into my mouth almost at once.

Now, at last, like someone who has had to go to a lot of trouble to draw a warm bath, but can at last relax in it, I was able to enjoy the sensation of having two dog-pricks in me at once: a St. Bernard's cock in my cunt, and a husky's in my mouth.

Back! Forth! Back! Forth! The St. Bernard's thrusts were slower than the poodle's had been, but they were still quite different from a guy's, though. One thing about them was certain, though: they were very satisfying.

Kayak's prick in my mouth was just about as nice. Super rigid, and judging from the size of the balls that were dangling in front of me,-likely to shoot plenty of spunk out into my mouth.

I slid my mouth up and down the length of the penis a few times, and then, to vary the action, I took my mouth off of it for a second and sort of nibbled at the side of it with my lips like you might nibble at an ear of corn.

I would have liked to use one of my hands to feel up my tits, or maybe fondle Kayak's balls a bit, but that was impossible. The St. Bernard was too .heavy for me to possibly be able to support myself on one hand now that he was resting on my back.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Old Three-Star might have been a bit slow off the mark when it came to sizing up new sexual opportunities, but one thing was certain: once he got going, he was really something else. Those thrusts of his long, hard penis deep, deep into my cunt were as fine as any girl could possibly wish for.

There was a sort of nervous quiver to Kayak's prick every time I sucked on it (I had my mouth back over the end of it, by this time), and that seemed to indicate that he wasn't far from his come at all. I stopped applying quite so much pressure, since I didn't want him to come before Three-Star and I did.

Then, I felt the same kind of quivering in Three-Star's cock. I went full force on the husky's, and there was only about half a second between the first gob of dog-come that spattered against the back of my mouth and the first gob that the big St. Bernard sent gushing up into my innermost feminine recesses!

The two dogs were blasting away like crazy, and I was right in the middle, a target to their wild, orgasmic frenzy. They were pumping and pumping and pumping, filling me up, and I was just loving it. My cunt shuddered with delight as my female tension unwound all at once, in a frantic come! Come! Come!

As soon as he had finished, the St. Bernard pulled his rod out of me, just like Saint-Estephe had done. That obviously a canine trait. I sucked on Kayak's dick a while longer, then let it go. I got to my feet, with come in my cunt and come in my mouth. A lot of the dog cream from the St. Bernard dribbled down my thighs after I stood up, the animal had given me so much. I sloshed the husky's sperm around in my mouth a bit, then drank it down. Another session of dog-sex was finished, and it was time to take the mutts home.

Whenever I finished one of these sessions I felt a bit let down, and sort of guilty, too, I suppose, but not tremendously. And like I said, the more I got into this dog-sex bit, the less interested I was in finding another boyfriend.

There was one guy at school, though, who was pretty interested in me, and I finally decided to go out with him. I guess you know what going out means with teenagers nowadays. Well, I didn't have any objections.

We went to a movie, and then ended up at my place. His parents were home, and mine were out for the evening. I couldn't help smiling as I looked at the floor and though how surprised and shocked Rick would be if I told him the things that I had been up to with dogs on that floor.

He made his play, of course, and I don't want to give the idea that there was anything offensive about the way in which he did it. In fact, as he put his hands on my tits, I was reminded of Billy. Maybe that was what was wrong. Billy was not a very pleasant memory for me.

He took my blouse and bra off, and started kissing my tits. He was good at it, just like Billy. Well, resentment against Billy or not, tit-kissing is always nice. I felt my clit stiffen up with excitement, and my nipples stiffened under the pressure of his lips.

He had my panties off by now, and without more ado, slipped his cock into my vagina. I would have sort have liked to have some say in the matter, but I guess it wasn't unreasonable of him to suppose that I wanted his prick, seeing as I had let him take off my panties and fondle my tits.

He had all the right moves, and soon I was moving my hips in little counter thrusts, and feeling my cunt clutch hungrily at his prick. Physically, this was all very nice, and I was beginning to think that maybe the preference for dogs that I had been feeling was just a passing phase, and a good fuck with this guy would straighten me out in that department.

In ... out ... in ... out ... in ... out....

"You like it, baby?" he asked. Something in his tone of voice indicated that he couldn't imagine for a second that I might not like it, and I had to admit that being taken for granted like that sort of pissed me off.

But that rod of his was doing its stuff down below my waist, and I was already gasping and panting for a come.

Cock! Cunt! Cock! Cunt!

Almost there ... almost. . . almost....

Then ... I ... was ... coming!

The fuck-spasms raced through me one after another, and my hips bucked under him with excitement. My cunt clutched desperately at his penis, which shot its load up into me in good, hard strokes.

I had come, and from a purely physical standpoint, it had been a good come. That was the problem. Emotionally, I felt really let down, almost abused, despite the fact that he hadn't done anything but give me pleasure---And though he's asked for dates since, I've always turned him down. I just know that I prefer to be with my dogs. But like I said at the beginning of the session, that seems so sort of odd to me that I thought I had better get some professional advice before I go off any farther on this tangent.

There could be no doubt in my mind that Christine Y.'s experience with Billy had played an important part in turning her towards animal sex. What was not immediately clear, however, was whether the trauma involved stemmed essentially from the sense of being betrayed and abused that she felt on learning of his involvement with another girl, or whether it had simply served to trigger other feelings buried deep in the subconscious.

I suspected the latter was the case, since although the knowledge that one is being two-timed is, of course, painful, most people are able to rise above it more successfully than Christine was.

Subsequent interviews showed that I was right. What was involved was a latent fear of and hostility towards men. Christine's sexual orientation was certainly heterosexual, but various aspects of her personality made it difficult for her to feel comfortable with men as people, despite the fact that she craved the physical satisfaction that they could give her. It is not, therefore surprising that she turned to male dogs, which she could relate to on a purely physical level.

Her basic problem with men was that she resented their dominance and control. In an age of women's liberation this is not strange, though in her case this resentment was allied to very strong (and very strongly repressed) Electra desires towards her father.

When Bill two-timed her, his action confirmed her suspicions of men and increased her feelings of helplessness in regard to them. She had trusted Bill, at least on the level of surface consciousness, and his response had been to show that although she needed him, he certainly need her.

The sexual involvement with the dogs was a sort of retort on her part. In that first incident, when she simultaneously manipulated the two dogs to orgasm, she was saying, among other things, "yours isn't the only penis in the world. See, I have two of them at once to play with."

The fact that the penises belonged to dogs in fact made this "retort" even more satisfactory to her. "I have tow penises to play with, and the fact that they belong to dogs is unimportant, because penises are all a-like." That was her symbolic message. The male's (envied) organ is a dime a dozen, and isn't even really human in nature.

One of the features of canine sex that most appealed to her was, of course, that when animals are your partners, you are completely in charge. Whereas Bill had literally made her beg for his penis, she selected at whim from among her stud of dogs, and decided how each one is to perform and how much pleasure each one is to have. The fact that she tried in fact to give the dogs a good time does not in any way alter the fact that for her, the most fundamental feature of the situation was her total and unquestioned control.

Human emotions are nothing if not ambivalent, however, and it is interesting to note how, when she was receiving semen in the mouth and vagina simultaneously from two dogs, she enjoyed being the "target". And the very fact that she sought out therapy is an indication of how in some respects uncomfortable she is in her role of sexual dominance.

It is interesting to compare her experience with Rick to that which Penny W. had with Greg. The latter girl, as the reader will remember, was actually frigid with the human partner she tried. Christine Y., on the other hand, was able to obtain physical satisfaction with Rick, but was left emotionally unsatisfied. One reason that she did not suffer the same sexual disability which struck Penny W. was precisely that she was inwardly less committed to the idea of a human sexual partner. Penny W.'s traumatic experience was the very act of bestiality, because of society's strong condemnation of it. The kind of sexual experience which she desired was one involving a boy. The trauma made her feel unworthy of the boy, and because she so wanted to move on to conventional sexual relations, her fear at possibly being unable to do so was much greater. Christine Y., on the other hand, had already experienced sex with a male of her own species, and had many reservations about it. Since the animal sex was a form of revenge, she felt little guilt about it, and since she was inwardly unsure as to what boy-girl sex could offer her, she was less anxious about the possibility of her not being able to successfully engage in it. When she had sex with Rick, her anxiety level was much lower than that of Penny W. when she was with Greg, and consequently the chances of success were very substantially higher.

It was obvious that Christine Y. was not happy with her situation, however. As she said, it made her feel "sick", and from a long-term standpoint offer only limited satisfactions. As I pointed out to her, she did indeed have the option of continuing with things the way they were, and would doubtless continue to receive physical satisfaction from the dogs. But she would never be able to have the kind of emotional satisfaction that other females get from their dealings with men. Partly because an animal cannot relate to a human with anything like the subtlety that another human can, and partly because her own attitude towards the dogs was essentially negative. They were instruments for her pleasure and revenge. She had no real affection for them. They were just "mutts".

She agreed, and decided to undergo long-term therapy, which ended up concentrating, as I have indicated, on the ambivalent feelings that she had for her father. Once these feelings were brought out into the open and resolved (a process of about three years) a great deal of her hostility towards men vanished. She was willing, to accept that they are not all like Bill, and succeeded in finding a nice boyfriend with whom she could relate successfully. Once she had done this, she found that dogs held little interest for her as sexual partners.