Case 2

"Then he reared up and buried his organ in my body..."

NAM E Swanson, Jerri. AGE: 29

WEIGHT: 132 lbs. HEIGHT: 5'6"

REASON FOR REFERRAL Trauma resulting from violation by a horse.

DOCTOR: You say that your family has always raised horses?

JERRI: Yes. The tradition goes back many generations.

My family has always bred racers. And they're good at It My father's horses have won the top races in the country.

DOCTOR: How did you fed about this? I mean, how did you feel about your father devoting most of his time to the breeding of racing stock?

JERRI: It was his life, and mine, I suppose. That's all my family ever talked about was horses. I accepted it

DOCTOR: Had you ever had intercourse with a man before the incident you describe?

JERRI: Sure. I was no virgin by any means. I lost my cherry when I was fourteen; to a stable boy. And I'd had a succession of lovers all through my late teens and twenties. I mean, look at my body, Doc. Don't you think that I'm desirable? Don't you think men would want to fuck me?

DOCTOR: Of course, Jerri. I don't question that I do question why you should suddenly feel an overpowering urge to mate with a horse.

JERRI: I'm a passionate woman, Doctor. It was getting to the point where no man could satisfy me. I mean, I'd been to bed with three men at a time, and I was still hungry. But then when I saw that horse-the finest animal in my father's stable-I knew then what I had to have. I knew that that particular horse could satisfy me like no man had ever done. And I was determined to have him.

DOCTOR: Tell me about when you first got these urgings.

JERRI: I had spent the afternoon at the races...

Jerry found herself jumping up and down and screaming as Fireball came around the stretch and raced toward the finish line. The other horse stayed with Fireball for a few steps, then gradually fell behind. Fireball crossed the wire three lengths ahead of the field. Jerry sank back, completely exhausted.

She felt strange, and it took her a few moments to identify the source of her strange feelings. It was then that she realized that the insides of her thighs were damp.

She had experienced an orgasm while watching Fireball win the race She looked over to the winner's circle where Fireball and his jockey were being photographed, and she felt a whole new series of spasms start inside her body. And she knew then what she must have. At first it was quite a shock. Then she settled down to the realization that she must possess Fireball. Only Fireball would satisfy the mad cravings of her body for sexual intercourse. For the ultimate experience in sexual intercourse.

What her father had said was true; Fireball was the finest horse in the world; the largest and the strongest. The most magnificent animal that had ever existed. And she would have that horse, Jerri thought That would be the ultimate experience, and her burning appetites would settle for nothing less.

She waited until the afternoon of the next day, until Fireball would be completely recovered from the strain and excitement of the race. Then she went down to the stables. She had known what she must do, and she had dressed for the part; before she could get Fireball, she must get past Tom, the trainer. And she knew just how to do it

She was dressed in an extremely tight-fitting blouse that accentuated her massive, flowing breasts; the breasts that Tom had so often leered at Her short skirt was also tight, and her black stockings rustled against her flesh as she walked. Her high, stiletto heels made deep imprints in the dust as she approached the trainer who was busy walking Fireball around and around the small training corral behind the stables.

Tom halted and watched her-staring openly at her bobbing breasts-as Jerri approached. Even Fireball pricked up his ears and whinnied as she approached. Jerri walked ahead, stretching back her arms and pretending to yawn. She could feel the breasts bulging inside her bra. Tom's eyes were wide, his mouth half open. She walked past him and held out a lump of sugar. Fireball whinnied his appreciation and took the sugar from her hand. Then he nuzzled her behind the ear. Jerri laughed and stroked his mane.

"Hey," Tom said, his voice thick with barely concealed lust, "you know you're not supposed to be giving Fireball sugar. It's bad for his teeth."

"Oh, c'mon, Tom," Jerri said, turning and facing him so that the tips of her breasts were only inches away from his arm. "Everybody needs a treat, don't you think so? Don't you think that even horses are entitled to a treat?"

"I don't know. Your father says Fireball's not to have any sugar."

"My father also says that nobody is supposed to ride Fireball. Don't you think Fireball gets tired of doing nothing but racing? Don't you think Fireball would like to spend an afternoon just trotting around the woods?"

"Look, Jerri," Tom said, swallowing hard, "you know the rules around this place. You're talking a bout the greatest racing horse in all history...and you talk like he's just some riding nag. Fireball is delicate. He needs just the right handling. What would your father say if you took Fireball out and the horse broke his leg in a gopher hole or something? Your father would horsewhip us both!"

"My father doesn't have to know everything that goes on around here, Tom," Jerri said smoothly. "I mean, there are many things I do that my father doesn't know about"

Tom mumbled something, and Jerri was sure that he had understood her meaning. As if to emphasize it, Jerri leaned over and pretended to adjust a stocking. She gave him a glimpse of her garter. When she looked back, Tom's crotch was swollen up. He looked funny, trying to hide his erection with a riding crop.

"I want to take Fireball out," Jerri said suddenly, "saddle him up for me!"

"I can't do that, Jerri," Tom said, his eyes still glued to her leg. "You know I can't do that Besides, you're not dressed for riding."

"I dressed to please you," Jerry said. "After all, I knew I would have to get your permission. So, if you're going to do me a favor, there's no reason why I shouldn't do you one."

"I...I don't know what you mean." Tom's breath was rattling in his throat. "What favor could you do for me?"

"Remember, everybody deserves a little treat," Jerri said softly. "It makes life more interesting."

"What...what kind of treat?"

Jerri looked the trainer directly in the eye. Then she smiled softly. "Tom, I'll let you feel me up. One fed, one ride. That seems fair enough."

Tom appeared completely speechless. He shook his head in disbelief. Jerri laughed, reached out and touched Tom's bulging crotch. Tom jumped and let out a cry. A damp spot appeared on the front of his trousers. Jerri cupped her hands under her breasts.

"Wouldn't you like to get a good look at these, Tom? I have big nipples. The biggest you've ever seen. You can hold them in your hand. You can take my bra off. You can run your hand up my leg. All you have to do is let me take Fireball for a ride. No on will ever know."

Tom's answer was a strangled cry. He suddenly reached out and squeezed Jerri's right breast. The stain on his pants widened and grew larger. Jerri stood still for a moment, letting him squeeze the breast, then she stepped back.

"Not here, you fool," Jerri said. "Tie Fireball up and come back in the bar. You can fed me there."

With that, Jerri turned and started for the dark interior of the barn, swinging he hips as she walked. Tom hurried after her. He caught up to her just inside the barn and circled her waist with his hands. Jerri pushed him away.

"Fireball?"

"My God, Jerri, anything you say! Just let me at you!"

"Have a good time, Tom," Jerri said, loosing his arm.

Tom fell on her body like a starving man on a banquet feast. Jerri was slightly bored by it all, but she did all she could to assure that Tom would enjoy himself. And she knew she was succeeding, for the smell of fresh sperm permeated the stable.

Tom's passion made him clumsy, but he continued to grope over Jerri's body, squeezing her breasts, pausing and rubbing his cheek up against the soft material of the sweater. He could fed the huge nipples poking out through the bra she was wearing.

Once Tom reached down and touched the hem of Jerri's skirt. He paused there, looking up to see if Jerri was going to stop him.

"Go ahead, Tom," Jerri said evenly, "get a good look at some pussy."

Saliva was running down Tom's chin as he raised the hem of her skirt. He did it very slowly, as if wanting to prolong this singular pleasure. Inch by inch, the skirt came up, first revealing her knees, then her thighs, and finally the tops of Jerri's stockings and her garters.

"My God, you're beautiful," Tom whispered, running his fingers up and down the legs, hooking his fingers inside the tops of the stockings, gently stretching the garters. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!"

"Co ahead, Tom, have a good time. I'll have mine later."

Tom didn't seem to hear her. All of his attention was now centered on Jerri's body. He didn't seem to be able to decide what he wanted to touch first He played with her stockinged legs a few more minutes, then touched the bulge of her vagina. But then he shied away, as if this part of her must be saved for last Quickly he straightened up and struggled to remove Jerri's sweater. Jerri watched him struggle for a few moments, then helped him. She drew the sweater up over her head and let the garment fall to the floor of the stable. Tom's eyes looked as though they would pop. Immediately he began to squeeze and kiss the cleft between her breasts.

"Your bra...can I take it off?" It was the whimper of a small boy begging for an extra piece of candy.

"Never mind," Jerri said, "I'll do it myself. With this she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. She shrugged her shoulders and the bra fell away. She was naked to the waist

Once again Tom didn't seem to know what he wanted to do first

But then his passion took over and he began to paw her wildly, slapping the great mounds of flesh back and forth in his palms, squeezing the giant nipples between his fingers. Like a man dying of thirst he licked at the nipples, taking them in his mouth and sucking at them, running his tongue up and down the cleft between her breasts. Through it all Jerri stood passively, letting him do with her what he wanted.

But her eyes were on the animal out in the paddock; Fireball stood very still, staring into the barn, watching the two of them. Occasionally a muscle would shiver along his flank, and Jerri wondered if the animal knew.

Fireball was so strong, so powerful; the king of horses.

She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what it would be like-But first she must endure Tom.

The smell of semen was even stronger now as Tom experienced orgasm after orgasm. And still he continued, seemingly without tiring. Jerri's nipples were becoming taut and distended from the constant sucking action of his lips. She was even beginning to enjoy it. And then Tom went down on her legs.

Tom was making animal noises himself now, grunting and whimpering. He fumbled for a few moments with her panties until Jerry herself removed them for him. Then she braced herself on an overhead beam and lifted one leg so that Tom could get at her vagina.

The trainer was on his knees now, feeling the vaginal lips with his fingers, inserting his middle finger into her body, moving it around and then removing it, only to start the whole process over again. Through it all Jerri waited patiently for the time when she and Fireball would be alone.

It was true that her vagina was growing damp, but this was mainly due to the fact that she was thinking of the mighty stallion out in the paddock a few yards away from her.

Now Tom was kissing her vagina, running his tongue up and down the groove between her vaginal lips. Jerri experienced a mild sensation of pleasure, and stretched her legs further apart. Out in the paddock Fireball was pawing and stamping the ground.

Tom had taken her vaginal lips into his mouth and was sucking on them, all the while his tongue darting in and out, lapping at all her inner parts. She glanced down, saw a tremendous shudder go through Tom's body, then watched him sink back on the ground.

DOCTOR: Tom passed out?

JERRI: Yes. I guess the pleasure was too much for him. He'd come all over himself; his pants were soaked. I guess the physical exertion was too much for him. He went right out cold. And all the while Fireball was watching me. I hink he sensed that something unusual was about to happen.

DOCTOR: Why do you say that?

JERRI: His eyes were blazing. Also, he seemed very much aware of my presence. He seemed to know that I was there for him.

DOCTOR: Did Tom keep his promise?

JERRI: Yes. He knew he'd have to if he ever wanted to do the same thing to me. He'd had a taste of my body, and he'd certainly want more. So he kept his promise. As soon as Tom woke up he put a saddle on Fireball for me. I put my clothes back on and got onto the saddle. The moment I was on, Fireball reared and galloped off into the woods...

The wind whistled in Jerri's ears as she hunched down behind Fireball's neck. She had let the reins go slack and Fireball ran at top speed, his mighty muscles bunching and uncoiling in his legs, propelling both of them forward with the speed of an express train.

The feel of the racing animal underneath her drove Jerri to new heights of excitement. She had her legs out on either side of the horse, and the garters on her stockings were digging into her legs. Gripping Fireball's mane with one hand she reached down and unhooked the garters on both legs. Then she pulled the stockings free and let them fall away from her.

Now she was unfettered. She dug her bare legs into the horse's side, lay down along his back, and let him run on.

The saddle was between her and the horse, and she did not want that; Fireball was running so fast that it seemed as if his hooves barely touched the ground. The two of them were flying, floating above the ground. Still holding tight to Fireball's mane, Jerri inched her body up the horse's back, finally lifting one leg and then the other over the saddle horn. Now she was riding on the horse's bare back.

Immediately a thrill ran through the length of her body. At the same time the animal shuddered and galloped even faster.

Jerri could feel the ridge of the animal's spine riding along the groove of her vagina. It was hard, rubbing back and forth; and it felt so good. Quickly she reached down to her waist, grasped her nylon panties firmly, and tore the panties from her body. Now her flesh-the flesh of her genitals-was pressing against the hard ridge of Fireballs spine. Jerri pushed her hips even further forward, and began to hump up and down on the animals back She could fed the Juice of her love begin to flow, running down across fireball's back. Even the horse seemed to sense the fluid on his hide, for he whinnied and threw his head back toward Jerri.

"Fireball, my handsome one," Jerri whispered into his outstretched ear, "we will know one another, you and I!"

Quickly she pulled up her blouse and tugged the front of her bra off, exposing her breasts. These she pressed against the horse's neck, exulting in the feel of the coarse hair against her tender flesh. Then she sat up straight, allowing the movement of their ride to jerk her flesh back and forth. Her nipples were hard as rocks now, extending from the tips of her breasts. She began to massage herself, squeezing the flesh hard. All the time she continued to come, flowing down across the stallion's back.

Fireball was becoming increasingly excited. Again and again he threw back his head and snorted and Jerri could see the whites of his eyes.

He wants me, Jerri thought He knows, and he wants me!

"Now Fireball," Jerri whispered, "stop at the edge of the meadow."

It was as if Fireball understood her every word. He galloped hard to the far end of the wide meadow, then came to a halt

Jerri slid off his back, raced around to his front and threw her arms around his massive neck. Again and again she kissed the stallion on the neck, tasting the salty foam on his hide, letting it run down over her chin.

Fireball reacted the same way. He threw his head back and licked at her.

The salt Jerri though, he likes the salt But he also wants me.

"Take me," she whispered. "My body is swearing salt Fireball, lick it off!"

She held him tightly, and the long, thick tongue of the stallion found her pendulous breasts and began to lap at them. Jerry sighed, thrusting her chest forward. Her whole body was aflame with passion. The great tongue lapped faster. Her nipples flew up and down with the force of the animal's licking and still Jerri did not pull away. She could feel his lips circling her breasts, taking them into his mouth, gently touching them with his teeth. Yet there was no pain; Fireball was very gentle, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply and when to let loose. Jerri hugged him even closer. Both of her breasts were raw and inflamed, and the pain only served to magnify her pleasure. She held the stallion's head in her hands and urged him on. And then she knew she must have the stallion's tongue between her legs.

Jerri quickly looked around her for some means of raising herself. Her eyes fell on a huge log that had fallen down in the grass.

"Here, Fireball," Jerri cried, turning and running toward the fallen log, "come with me."

Jerri leaped up on the log and beckoned to Fireball. The horse reared and raced over to her. Gripping one of the branches, Jerry raised one leg as far as she was able. Immediately the horse lowered its head, stretched out its tongue, and brought it up into Jerri's crotch. Jerri screamed with passion. The sound feel on Fireball's ears, firing him also. The horse sensed that he was giving his mistress a great deal of pleasure and he continued to lick her.

Jerri's vulva was soaked with come. And it continued to flow in a steady stream. The white fluid streamed down over the horse's muzzle and rolled off its tongue. Once the horse moved its withers to the side and Jerri had a glimpse of a massive organ jutting down from Fireball's belly. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at the thing. She wondered how she would ever be able to take such an organ into her body. At the same time, she knew she had no choice but to try.

By now her vaginal lips were extended to the point where Fireball's tongue was up inside her, moving about, rubbing against the soft tissues of her insides. Her own flesh was contracting again and again in massive orgasms, squeezing the animal's tongue. The tongue was like a living thing inside her, enflaming her passions. The huge tongue wrapped around her clitoris and tugged at it Jerri rested the one leg across the back of the horse's neck and she tugged at his mane, urging him on. Even as the tongue worked inside her, the wide lips were sucking at her vaginal lips.

It was time. Her vagina would never grow any larger than It was now. It felt as though there was a gaping hole directly in the center of her body. If she was ever to attempt intercourse with the stallion, it must be now.

Her mind raced, searching for some solution to the problem of position. And then she knew how she would do it Without a moment's hesitation Jerri wheeled and leaned out against a branch. At the same time she spread her legs and thrust her rump out towards the horse. The stallion whinnied, and then moved up on her. Jerri could feel his hot breath on her neck as he reared up and planted his forelegs on the branch on either side of her body. His hot tongue licked at the nape of her neck. At the same time, Jerri could feel the stallion's hindquarters inching up on her. Then the stallion reared higher, planting his forelegs on a higher branch; and Fireball's log-like penis was at the entrance of her vagina.

"Come ahead, Fireball," Jerri whispered, reaching above her head and patting the stallion on the neck, "I want you in me."

Fireball responded to the sound of her voice and thrust his hindquarters forward. The huge penis slid into her.

Jerri cried out. There was a brief moment of pain that quickly changed to pleasure. It seemed as if the organ would never stop going into her; farther and father. She felt it touch the back of the womb, filling her up.

"Fireball," Jerri whispered, "at last you're mine."

At the same time, she gripped her own tree branch and began to move back and forth. The amount of movement was limited by the size of Fireball's organ, but still Jerri moved her hips back and forth until finally she exploded in a volcanic, erupting orgasm, greater than anything she had ever experienced before.

When it was over, Fireball slowly backed away, came down on all fours and pawed the ground. Jerri stood still for a moment then collapsed to the ground. Concerned for his mistress, Fireball whinnied and came forward. But he found his mistress conscious and smiling up at him. Her eyes blazed, and her arms came around his neck once again. Her lips pressed against his ear and made the human sounds that he so loved to hear.

"That was wonderful, Fireball," Jerri said. "For the first time in my life, I was happy. You satisfied me."

Fireball stomped and shook his head. It had been a most unusual day.

DOCTOR: Did you mean what you told the stallion? I mean, was this truly the first time you had ever been happy?

JERRI: In a way, yes. All of my life, everyone had talked of horses. That was all they ever talked about. Even when I was very young, I used to cry for my mother. And my mother would come-but only after she had finished whatever else she was doing-and that something else usually had something to do with horses. I learned very quickly that the most important thing to my family was horses.

DOCTOR: But you ended up the same way. You had intercourse with a stallion, and claimed this was the first time you had ever been happy.

JERRI: That's true. Every other time, I had always used sex to get something that I wanted. Like with Tommy. This time it was different. I got pleasure out of the act I mean, I shivered all over when Fireball was licking my tits. Then he reared up and buried his organ in my body and I thought I'd go out of my mind with pleasure. I had never felt anything like it before. I was wonderful, Doctor. I wanted to do it again and again.

DOCTOR: But you didn't. That was your first and last time.

JERRI: Yes. I realized that what I had done was unnatural, and possibly even dangerous. I realized that there must be something wrong with me to make me do a thing like that. I wanted to make love with Fireball again, but I didn't. Instead, I came to you. I want to be helped.

DOCTOR: And I think you can be helped. First we have to trace your difficulties to their source, and I think that's fairly simple. Obviously, you resented the fact that your family paid more attention to their horses than they paid to you. From a very early age, you had been asked to take second place to horses. You needed love, like any child needs love. This is why you were unable to ever give yourself to anybody, and enjoy the act itself. You had never received love, and so you had difficulty in giving it.

JERRI: Then why was I so attracted to a horse?

DOCTOR: Because horses were what everybody loved. You picked the biggest and the best stallion for your partner. In a way, you were getting back to your mother and father, showing them that the best would love you. After that it becomes rather complicated, but I think we're on the right track.

JERRI: I hope so, Doctor. I really do. I would give anything to be able to lead a normal life.

DOCTOR: Well, I don't think such a life is too far away, Jerri. Not if we both work hard.