Animal Lovers

by zooman

Joseph Edenn
dog-bestiality-story-fiction
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“The first time a dog ever lapped my cunt was-believe it or not-on my wedding night. As soon as the reception was over, Jim and I drove to our new apartment, anxious to get into bed and fuck. I must admit that we were both a little nervous, since I was still a virgin, and Jim knew that he was in for a night of it. Sure, we had messed around a lot before we were married, but Jim had this old-fashioned idea that his wife should still have her cherry when he carried her over the threshold.

“But he had finger-fucked me and sucked my pussy, and he knew from experience, from the way my cherry would hardly budge, that it was really going to be a challenge to break it. So, naturally, we were both a little nervous.

“When we got to our new apartment, we were greeted by Jim’s two dogs-a pair of beautiful boxers-Bruce and Maggie. They watched us curiously as we both stripped naked and jumped into bed. Having completely forgotten that they were there-he had already gotten into bed-Jim had to get up and shoo them into the living room.

“As Jim turned back to the bed, his cock stood out like a cannon. It seemed bigger and somehow more menacing than I had ever remembered it. And believe me, I knew his cock well. Many were the times I used to give him head jobs while we were watching’ a movie at a drive-in theater. He would get such a nut ache from all the heavy petting we used to do, that I had to finish him off with either a blow job or through jacking him off.

“But now that he was standing there in all of his glorious naked manhood, his prick, sort of-well, it scared me. He stroked it a couple of times and looked down at it, hunching his thighs forward, saying, ‘Well, Julie, this is going to be your big night, and Junior here isn’t about to take no for an answer, nor is he going to let you keep your big red cherry much longer.’
“At the sight of his cock looming before me, and upon hearing his challenging words, my fears and nervousness began to disappear. I pulled back the bed sheets, spread my legs, and Jim threw his head between my legs to where my slit was and homed in on my clit. This was the first time Jim ever ate my cunt with me completely naked and, wow! was it ever a suck trip. like I was Julie in the sky with diamonds. And it sure didn’t take long for my juices to start overflowing over my pussy lips and down into the crack of my ass, as well as into Jim’s mouth. While he was sucking my clit, he rubbed the nipples of my tits around his fingertips like little rubber balls until they jutted out like organ stops.

“I was writhing and squirming so much from Jim’s manipulations that I felt I was going to burst into flames. Before I was even aware I was saying it, I was screaming, ‘Jim, fuck me…
PLEASE, for God’s sake, OOH, please fuck me!’

“He stopped sucking me for a minute and looked up at me, whispering, ‘I’m not quite ready to plug you yet, darling. I want to get the last of your cherry juices, and I also want that cunny of yours to be ready to take my battering ram. I want your pussy to be so juicy that my cock will just slip in nice and easy, with no fuss and no bother.’

“After these words, he spread the lips of my pussy even wider and left my clit to stick his tongue up the tunnel of my cunt like a bear licking honey out of the hollow of a tree. His mouth was now buried between my pussy lips, and his nose was massaging my clitoris. Getting both areas stimulated at the same time turned me on so much that my whole pubic region was spewing and sparkling like a high-tension wire shorting itself out on everything in sight.

“In spite of my demands to be fucked, Jim kept reaming out my cunt with his mouth. Suddenly, before I knew what he was doing, he had twisted my body around so that I was lying on my stomach. He then started kissing the cheeks of my ass, slowly working his mouth into the crevice. He spread my ass cheeks apart with his thumbs, and licked and kissed my anus. He kept working his tongue on my ass-hole until the tight muscle began to relax and he was able to insert his tongue up inside my canal and rub it in a circular motion along the inner walls. He had never done this before, much to my regret, since it was one of the sexiest feelings I’ve ever experienced. But this latest game of his served only to make me hotter for his cock. My nerve endings must have gone completely haywire, because when he stuck his tongue up my ass-hole, it was as though I could feel it coming out my pussy. I screamed at him again to fuck me, and tried to turn over, but Jim had my legs spread-eagle and locked into position so that it was impossible to turn. The only thing I could do was to claw at the pillows and scream in unbearable ecstasy.
“Finally, Jim released his hold on me and turned me over. He pulled himself up over my body to where his face was even with mine and told me softly, ‘Now you’re ready to have your cherry busted.’

“I could feel his rock-hard cock sliding back and forth at the mouth of my runt as he moved his ass in a circular motion. My heart was beating so hard and so fast at what I knew was about to happen, that its pounding set up a counter-rhythm to Jim’s movements in the bed. With his thighs he spread my own legs apart a little and forced them into a position in which movement was almost impossible.

” “This may hurt a little at the beginning,’ he told me, ‘but don’t worry. Just lie still until I get my prick all the way in.’

“He lifted his body a little, reached his hand down, grabbed his cock, and began to guide it into my pussy lips. When I felt the head of his cock push past the lips of my vagina, I jerked my body involuntarily, and he locked his thighs harder against mine, preventing me from squirming out of the direct line of his penetration. Jim’s awfully strong. He’s lean, but very well built, and I knew I couldn’t get free. I could feel the strong sinewy ribbons of his leg muscles ripple into my soft thighs, and I knew there was no escaping the fate that I both feared and welcomed with all the passion of my body.

“He was resting a great deal of his weight directly on my body, and his mouth was biting and nipping on one of my earlobes, and I thought I was going out of my skull. I could hear all of his little animal grunting noises, and his breathing was heavy and raspy, and I could feel the heat of his breath deep down in my ear canal. I could feel his hairy legs use mine for leverage as he hunched forward with each thrust. I screamed every time he lurched. The broad red head of his cock pushed up against my hymen harder and harder. I could feel-almost see-the tendons of his feet and ankles stretched taut, and his toes digging and gripping and straining into the bottom of the mattress.

“Again and again, with each hunching thrust of his ass, he speared his ramrod cock into my cherry, which refused to split. Again and again I screamed from the cruelty of his animal lunges, feeling like a fettered and helpless butterfly, pinned and wriggling on a wall, and utterly doomed by penetration.

“Finally he must have gotten mad, because my cherry wouldn’t break and because I kept screaming. All of a sudden he got real quiet and stopped hunching his ass in and out. He whispered in my ear, ‘Shut up, you goddam crybaby. You hear me? You shut your fucking mouth up, you bitch, and you do what I say.’

“I was so shocked at his words that all I did was just lie there staring into his eyes, which were bristling with anger in the half-darkened room. We lay like that for a minute, our hearts knocking at each other for dominance. Then, in a softer voice, he said, You’re not helping me along, Julie, and you gotta help me if we’re going to split that cherry. And I gotta break that cherry tonight, baby.

Don’t you see that? Now don’t fight me, baby. I want you to help me get through that tight red meat, you understand?’ Then he kissed my eyes lightly and stuck his tongue in my ear. From there he went down to my nipples and gently sucked and licked them. His hair was falling down his forehead and brushing against my upper breasts and neck, and all those electric sparks and fires that had been there a few minutes before started igniting again.

” ‘Oh, yes, yes, yes, I’ll help you, Jimmy.’ I hugged him tightly around the chest, around the waist, my hands finding their way down into the small of his back, where the crack of his ass cheeks began its curving descent downward to the back of his ball sack. Both my hands cupped his ass cheeks, which were hard and firm, the undercurrents of muscle tissue rippling from beneath the skin. And I pulled him to me hard.

” ‘When I push into you, baby,’ he instructed me, ‘don’t give way, but meet my thrust with a thrust of your own. I realize it probably feels like I’m ripping you wide-open inside, but once we rip through that tiny piece of skin, it’ll be smooth sailing from then on, I promise you. I’ve never let you down before, have I? And believe me, you won’t be disappointed this time, either, when I get through with you.’

“The softness of his voice, and the reassurances he was giving me, lulled me-hypnotized me-and it was as though I had no will of my own. I belonged to Jim body and soul from that moment on. I was determined now more than ever before that I wanted Jim’s cock in the deepest recesses of my pussy. Come pain, blood, or hellfire-nothing was going to stop me from receiving the full length of his cock.

“Jim eased off me a little, grabbed a pillow and doubled it over, then thrust it under my ass cheeks. I knew then that in this position, with my pussy completely elevated, I would not be able to draw back away from his cock-even if I wanted to. Jim’s next step was to maneuver back into his position above me, again forcing my legs apart with his own muscular and hairy thighs. He was now sweating with desire and breathing heavily. The feel of his penis again at the entrance of my pussy seemed to have grown tremendously, especially now that my cunt was so much higher than the rest of my body because of the pillow under my ass. With my pussy lips sticking up that high to meet his oncoming prick, a shudder of both fear and wild anticipation ran through the entire length of my body.

“Jim raised his body slightly away from mine, and when I looked down I could see the menacing but beautiful dagger of his manhood which was about to tear my cherry to shreds. I could see the long shaft of his cock poised above my cunt lips, silhouetted against the moonlight filtering in through the window. I could see his bulging cock-head kissing my elevated pussy, which was trapped by the pillow and his powerful thighs. Movement was virtually impossible.

“I waited for what seemed to be an eternity. I couldn’t stand the suspense any longer as he held his cock above me. I was about to say something, but instead I screamed, for at that very moment he lunged into me with all the force of a pile driver. The burning, searing pain of my hymen tearing in two blinded me for a moment, and I screamed out, tearing at Jim’s back with my fingernails, begging him to pull his cock out. He eased out slightly, and I thought he was going to obey my wish, but then he lunged back again, deep into my vagina, and I had no doubt that my cherry had been split. I could feel a sticky, warm fluid flowing out of my pussy and down into my cunt hairs and into the crack of my ass, and I knew it was blood coming from my torn pussy.
“I cried into Jim’s ear, ‘Oh, God, Jim, it hurts. Take it out, please.’ I could feel his cock rubbing now along the walls of my vagina, and from the feel of it throbbing and stretching my insides, I thought he was going to rip my pussy canal open, too.

“But his only answer was that the worst was over, and it was going to be smooth sailing from here on out, and that I should just settle back and enjoy it. He began to set up a series of rhythmic thrusts-not rough like he had been doing a minute ago, but gentle and almost soothing. In and out, back and forth his ass went. I began to feel the smooth, velvety head of his cock brush against my torn skin, and I groaned every time he pushed it into me. But after a while, it began not to hurt so much, and my groans turned into sounds like a soft moaning purr.
“Jim said, ‘It doesn’t hurt so much now, does it? It feels good, doesn’t it, Julie?’ He reached under my ass, grabbed the pillow, and pulled it out from under me. ‘Now you have a little room to react, baby,’ he said. ‘Show me that it’s beginning to feel good.’

“All the while he was talking to me, he was gently pushing his cock in and out of my cunt, past the broken hymen and past my cunt hairs and past my pussy lips. Our sex juices were intermingling, and his wiry cock hair was rubbing up against my clitoris, and I began to know for the first time in my life what fucking was all about. And all of a sudden I also discovered that I had been pushing my ass up to meet his cock as it pushed deeper and deeper into me. The pain in my cunt was now being replaced by electric quivering of sexual joy. It seemed that all my nerve endings were concentrated in the core of my cunt, and Jim’s meaty shaft was igniting every one of them. Faster and faster we both started pumping, each of us meeting the other’s thrust head on. I had experienced clitoral orgasms before-by masturbating and also when Jim had sucked me. But this new feeling I was having was like nothing I had ever felt in the past. A deep penetrating heat was beginning to make itself known deep down in my vagina. I could feel Jim’s cock rubbing along the walls of my cunt where not even my fingers had ever been. I started lurching and twisting involuntarily in response to Jim’s pumpings, which were increasing in speed to match my own tempo.

“I could only scream at him, ‘Fuck me, more-more! Give me more … give it to me, honey. Oh, God, don’t stop, please. Don’t ever stop!’ Jim’s breath became shorter and shorter, until he was panting like a dog on a hot summer’s day. His cock seemed to get stiffer and stiffer. My own cunt juices were pouring out of my pussy. My pussy canal was now quivering uncontrollably. I was feeling a million explosions in my cunt. I was no longer able to control my muscles. I couldn’t coordinate myself. I must have gone blind for a minute, because I couldn’t make out the window outlined by the moonlight. And then, just as I felt Jim’s cock exploding in my cunt, I passed out.

“When I came to, my cunt was being soothed by a warm, gentle tongue. I lay back with my eyes closed, savoring the sensations which were beginning to tingle all over again between my legs. After a moment, I slowly opened my eyes to watch Jim lick me, and, to my disbelief, I saw Jim standing in the doorway of the bathroom with a smile on his face.

” ‘So you want to have a three-way?’ he asked me, still smiling. I looked down toward my pussy to see if I was really feeling what I thought I was, or if, perhaps, I was dreaming of Jim eating me out. When I looked down, there was Jim’s large dog, Bruce the boxer, between my legs, lapping contentedly away at my cunt.”

Jim and Julie are typical of a segment of the population who-as we shall see as we delve into their case history-enjoy sexual relationships with animals.

Jim’s past was particularly conducive to a life style which was to lead eventually into the path of bestiality. An only child growing up in a neighborhood with few playmates, Jim recalls that his parents saw to it that he had companionship in one form or another with a series of pets from the time when he was an infant. The child, possessing a rather lonely and introverted disposition which was caused by unconscious impulses of alienation on the part of his parents, came to love and depend upon his pets for affection and companionship, perhaps more than his peers, who were more gregarious by nature than he.

His parents, too, unknowingly encouraged him into a pattern of psychological dependence upon his pets. Jim’s mother was busy with social activities and community organizations. She exhibited the characteristic symptoms of the frustrated mother syndrome. She sublimated her feelings of helplessness and anxiety of never having experienced artistic achievement by playing the committee woman. Never daring to admit that she resented the birth of her son, which forced her to retire from what she thought was the mainstream of a glamorous life into the workaday world of the housewife, her resentment nevertheless let it be felt in her unconcern for Jim.

Nor was Jim’s father inclined to make up to his son for the inattentions of his wife. He was a psychologist at a nearby college, where he studied the behavior of various species of animals, comparing them for intelligence and sensory acuity. To be sure, the father took Jim on tours of his laboratory, so that the boy eventually became enthusiastic enough about his father’s profession to major in it himself later in college. Unfortunately, the father’s attentions to the boy were only emphasized by their infrequency.

The boy continued to be a loner in college, preferring the solitude of his own introspective daydreams to the reality of the alienation and unhappiness of his parents. As a freshman he became interested in Pavlovian psychology and as a result trained a various number of the laboratory animals-as well as a pet dog of his-to a series of conditioned responses. Among other things, he taught one of his own pets, a female boxer, to lick and suck his genitalia at the sound of a bell.

Through later counseling it was learned that the dog ministered to his sexual needs on many a lonely night in his apartment near the college. In addition, he was able to train a male dog which he owned to obtain an automatic erection under the conditioned reflex system.

Jim met his future wife at a college dance which they had both attended during “Homecoming Weekend.” She had seen Jim standing done and was taken by his quiet and reserved manner. She went up to him, introduced herself, and soon they were both engrossed in a mutual interest-animals. Jim agreed to show Julie his pets, and on Sunday he took her to his apartment. They began to see each other regularly after that and gradually Jim opened some of the emotional doors which had been so severely locked in a self-made attempt to protect himself from being hurt by people. He learned that he could “be himself around Julie. They fell in love and married after Jim graduated from college. In the next monologue, Jim takes over the narration where Julie left off-the point of his defloration of her.

“Julie was really surprised when she discovered that it wasn’t me who was lapping out her cunt but Bruce, who had come into the room when I went to the John to wash off my prick. I knew that Julie had had the first real come of her life, and she wasn’t about to turn over on her side and go to sleep at this point.

“But I also felt that my cock was in no great condition for much more fucking that night-even if it was our wedding night. My prickhead was rubbed a little raw from the ordeal of breaking her cherry in two, and I wasn’t sure how many more times I’d be able to shove my shaft up Julie’s beautiful box.

“I didn’t really think about Bruce being a substitute for me until I saw him tonguing into Julie’s pussy with a desire that would have put any red-blooded American cocksman to shame. And from the way she was taking to it, I knew it wouldn’t be a bad idea after all.

“After her initial shock of seeing a dog eat out her pussy instead of me, she didn’t really mind too much, especially since she was all primed up and ready for her second come. I explained to her how my cock needed a little rest, and maybe that we should let the dog have his share of her pussy. At the same time I was telling her that, I was kissing her on the neck and tits. And with Bruce licking into her pussy, I don’t think she could have said no at that moment for a million dollars.

“By this time Bruce had jumped up on the bed and was pushing away with his head and tongue for all he was worth. I could tell he was all primed up himself because he had a giant hard on which was jutting out from under him, as if it were looking for some warm wet hole to crawl into.

“Julie had her legs spread-eagle on the bed and was wriggling her toes around as if trying to get rid of some of the cunt heat that was enveloping her body.

“Bruce must have really been enjoying Julie’s body. By now he was licking up and down the inside of her thighs-that sensitive area that can make a girl go wild with the right kind of licking. He was pumping his head up and down, keeping in a kind of wild rhythm to the tempo of his tongue going in and out. For added variety, he wrapped his pussy lapper around and into Julie’s cunt hairs and gave a tug which really set her to jumping.

“At this time I was ready to get into the action again, although my cock was still out of commission. I pulled Julie’s feet up over her legs so that her ass-hole was exposed at the same time her cunt was. Then I positioned Bruce so that he was out of my way while he nuzzled her nest. That left me a nice opening to tongue around on her pink pulsating ass-hole, while the dog worked on her throbbing pussy.

“With my thumbs I spread open her ass cheeks so that the entire ring of her anus was staring up into my face, just waiting for me to dive into my delicious midnight snack.

“I bit and nipped at her buns, leaving little red marks on the smooth whiteness of her cheeks. The faint aroma around the tight pink rim of Julie’s ass really turned me on, and my tongue ached with anticipation as my mouth descended like a suction cup over the pulsating ring of her rectum.

“As I licked around the band of her quivering sphincter, I noticed for the first time the smooth firm beauty of Julie’s rear end. She didn’t have any hair on her appetizing buns, and only a few golden wisps of curly pubic down which nestled around her rectum. I licked around her ass rim and pulled on her hairs a little with my mouth. She really liked that, especially with Bruce nosing in the front door while I was going in the rear.

“By this time she was really squirming and her ass-hole was beginning to lose its pucker, gradually loosening up as I worked it with my mouth. Then I spread her ass cheeks even further apart with my thumbs and started darting my tongue directly into her anus. Back and forth, in and out I thrust. Deeper and deeper I shot my tongue into her rear hole, exploring the inner walls of her rectum, luxuriating in the new and exciting discoveries I was making in this exotic territory.

“While I was reaming out her ass-hole, Bruce had repositioned himself in an effort to have more room to eat away at Julie’s cunt. Apparently, in my enthusiasm I had pushed him out of the way of pussy dessert, and he wanted to get back into it. He was now standing with his back legs over her shoulders, and the furry sheath of his cock was brushing against Julie’s face.
“Bruce and I continued to work away at our ass-and-pussy-eating contest, each challenging the other for the garden of delights found in the depths of her warm inner caverns of flesh.
“Julie was now trembling in the ecstasy of two tongues, tongues which were expert at drilling the juices out of her love channels. I had never seen cunt fluids flowing so thick, hot, and free. And these fluids were not only limited to her cunt I could feel and taste the semisweet juicy liquids being exuded from her rear canal, and it was all I could do to keep from blowing my mind from the taste and smell of Julie’s ass.

“By now Julie was in a state of half-conscious rapture, not even fully aware of her own actions. It was obvious that she was in the throes of a tremendous orgasm. She was thrashing wildly around on the bed and it was all I could do to hold her down and keep her from tumbling off. But I knew I had to hold her in this position in order to see that she had her full measure of orgasms. Her quivering told me that she was experiencing a volley of short, fast, electrifying rushes of pleasure. Convulsively thrashing her head back and forth, Julie’s lips kept brushing against Bruce’s gigantic dog-cock. It was now fully distended from its furry sheath, and Bruce was beginning to haunch instinctively up and down, searching out the warm cavern that was blowing hot air against the skin of his exposed and fiery cock-head.

“I knew it would be only a matter of seconds before Brace’s cock would hit the juicy warm target of Julie’s mouth, and then he would really start to hump his canine cock deep into her throat.
“At the very instant I was thinking of this possibility, it happened. One of Brace’s downward lunges finally found its conjunction with Julie’s mouth. She was still so hot from the continuation of her multi-climaxes that she engulfed the dog’s cock with all the determination of a flesh-eating vacuum cleaner.

“During this peak of her sexual frenzy, Julie knew only that a cock was a cock, regardless of its origin. She sucked with unabated fury, as if vowing to regain the juices which she was so freely and enthusiastically giving up.

“Brace was beginning to become more and more active in his humping. He seemed to really be getting with it. I felt his balls and tried to massage them around with my fingers, but they were so tight in their sack that I could hardly manipulate them. He was as fully loaded as a cannon brimming with gunpowder, and from this observation I knew that his blast would force burning discharges of his come deep into Julie’s throat.

“Bruce began to pant more heavily, each thrust of his slick dog-cock getting sharper and stronger, plunging deeper and deeper down into Julie’s mouth. A few seconds later he began to shake from head to tail in uncontrollable spasms. I quickly felt the hard base of his dogrod as it throbbed and spurted out great gobs of his hot canine come into Julie’s throat.
“Julie swallowed hungrily and crazily, savoring every drop of thick dog-sperm which Brace had shot into her. Bruce seemed thoroughly exhausted from our little orgy, so he jumped from the bed, ambled to the corner of the room, curled up, and lapsed into a world of dog dreams.

“Still half entranced by the fullness of the first night of her sexual experience, Julie dreamily and contentedly cuddled up to me and fell sound asleep with a gentle smile on her lips. I was about to join her in dreamland when I was brought back to full awakening by the soothing lapping of my exposed balls. I looked down and into the gentle eyes of my other pet boxer-the female Maggie, looking for all the world like the only child on the block not. invited to a birthday party. I patted her and assured her that next time she would not be left out of the fun and games. She seemed to understand me. Wagging her tail, she licked my hand, curled up on the floor beside Bruce and went to sleep. Taking the hint to get some rest for a while, I began to drift off to sleep, pondering our next four-way sex orgy.”

It would seem that Jim’s outlook and personality in adult life and in marriage was quite open and free from anxiety. Certainly, in the realm of sex he was game for anything and ready to experiment and pursue sensuality to the limits of his imagination. Should we find this puzzling, or hard to grasp? The answer to this question depends on the position of the person asking it, of course. There are, in a manner of speaking, as many answers as there are people. To the naive, uneducated observer, it may seem odd or surprising that Jim’s approach to life and sex was very unashamed and unfettered by “establishment conformity,” in view of his constrained and socially deprived early childhood. But to anyone acquainted with modern psychology, and familiar with the facts of Jim’s childhood and growth, it is easy to piece together the puzzle of bestiality which developed. We have already seen how Jim was denied a “normal” amount of socio-sexual interplay as a child, and how he was amply exposed to unusual ways of relating to the world of living dynamic forces: his pets in very early youth, and his laboratory animals later on in college.

In one of my interviews with Jim, he told me of a pet dog he had when he was four or five years old. The mutt was a year-old male, a hound of dubious strain, and quite large. It was given the name “Buck,” because Jim’s father had paid a dollar for it at one of the animal auctions held by the local humane society. Buck was very friendly, playful, and nearly always at the side of his young master. As time went by, the dog also developed a sexual attachment for Jim, possibly because of events which had taken place early in its pup life.
It is an accepted opinion among zoologists that animals can and do develop attachments of a sexual nature for their masters. (I shall bring some dramatic examples of this to light in other portions of this study.)

Jim’s dog, Buck, developed a habit of jumping up, knocking Jim to the ground, and then hunching above him as though Jim were a young bitch in heat. It was about this time that Jim learned the meaning of the word “fuck.” It seems that an older cousin named Frank occasionally came to baby-sit with Jim, and had exposed him to a number of new words and ideas. Frank, who was about thirteen years of age, made up a little poem once when he saw Buck hunching over Jim in a copulating position. Frank often teased Jim with his vulgar little limerick:
“There was a dog named Buck.

It loved to play and fuck.

It knocked Jim down, Then sadly found that it was simply out of luck.”

There is no doubt that Jim was given his first “Lessons” in sexuality by his older cousin, who showed young Jim many new things, such as how to lift up Buck’s tail and slowly shove his finger into Buck’s anus. Also, Jim was given a starter course, as it were, in the similarities between Buck’s sex organs and Frank’s sex organs. At this time, Frank taught Jim what masturbation was all about, although Jim was too young to experience ejaculation.

Later on, when Jim was around seven years old, he caught Buck in the act of copulating with a female cocker spaniel which had wandered into the yard. Jim recollected much later that watching the event must have made a great impression on him, because from that time on, Buck seemed to become more than just a playful companion. The two would often sleep together, and frequently Jim would think of ways to coax Buck into licking his penis. On other nights, the two would cuddle up close together in bed, and Jim would play with Buck’s testicles, feeling Buck’s penis grow from a soft pliable finger into a hard protruding shaft. Often, Buck would lick his own genitals, as all animals do, and Jim, being very impressionable, made the unconscious emotional connections which led later to oral eroticism. His naturally investigative mind, his early conditioning with regards to animals, his growing needs toward new experience in the world of sex-all of these forces made their contributions to the whole picture we see unfold in this case history.

It should be noted here that Jim’s unrestrained and dynamic attitude toward the new and novel in sex played a big part in the success of his relationship with Julie, because there were no outward fears or anxieties in Jim’s behavior concerning sex-play and sexual gratification. Nor did fears or anxieties rub off or flare up in Julie, and so she was easily led by Jim into new and bizarre physical experiences.

From the start of their marriage, Julie was allowed a completely unrestricted expression of her sexuality. Basically, of course, this is a very healthy kind of situation when one can look at it from outside the context of cultural prejudices and the law. Unhappily, society generally has had ill-defined, prudish, and outdated laws on sexual behavior for about as many years as archives have existed. There are many reasons why this is so, but this is a subject too broad to go into in depth at this time.

However, a few words should be noted here in regards to the sexual codes of this country. Happily, the courts in some states have begun, at long last, to ignore, modify, and drop altogether laws concerning sexual behavior, laws which for too long have been unjust, unintelligent, and unconstitutional. The general feeling among men of wisdom, experience, and education is that codes of sexual conduct between consenting adults should remain just that, between consenting adults. In Illinois, to cite one encouraging example of the increasing liberal trend, the criminal code does not concern itself much with any sexual act performed in private among consenting adults, or adults and animals, as long as prostitution or incest are not involved. And in Texas, in 1970, a special court of judges in Dallas declared the Texas laws on sodomy to be unconstitutional. And in other states, too, although the actual written laws have not been stricken from the books, more and more courts seem to be taking a much more liberal stance on sexual acts between consenting adults. But the progress is still sadly slow.

It is interesting that in this time of lingering social taboos Jim and Julie were able to come together and express their sexuality as freely as they did, without undue guilt feelings and anxieties, and find mutual joy and pleasure and delight in the novel and unusual sexual games and experiences they made for themselves. If men and women everywhere were left free to enjoy their sex-games in the privacy of their own homes, in their own individual ways, and if men and women were not oppressed by the fears and guilts brought on by cultural prejudices and taboos, it is very probable that our world would be a much happier one. For isn’t it through repression that society lays the groundwork for the development of hysteria, neurosis, and other psychic illnesses of mankind? The statement would appear to be accurate regarding the health of both the individual and the collective body we call the community.

The activities of Jim and Julie in the world of sex and bestiality are perhaps uncommon for most people, but by no means are examples hard to find. We can observe through history examples of marriages which bear striking similarities to the one under discussion. Even as far back as prehistoric times, we find hints of man’s need to relate himself to animals. In the Jungian sense, this effort of man to tie himself in with all of life, to close the circle, to feel as much as possible “in connection” with the forces of nature-the effort, be it conscious or unconscious, is as natural as the forces of procreation, survival, and evolution.

The sexual urges in man are natural. What is unnatural and unfortunate are the lingering fears and prejudices which too many men feel compelled to carry with them through life. Even in the light of contemporary knowledge and intellectual achievement, there are still many individuals who continue to enslave themselves with self-inflicted guilts, fears, and inhibitions about sex. Hopefully, as the men of medicine and psychology learn more about the human psyche and how it operates, we will come to understand more about the errors found in its computations, its self-imposed, self-limiting values which seem at present to be so out of step with an open and free attitude.

Let us take a look at some little-known cases of unusual sexual patterns involving bestiality. In a parcel of manuscripts recently found in an abandoned monastery in Russia, there was discovered a part of a diary dating from about 1300 a.d. The diary, apparently that of a young monk, was extremely difficult to make out, but the writing was finally pieced together, disclosing the following amazing story. It seems that the young monk kept an account of his growing curiosity about the nature of sexual behavior in the animal life which lived in the forests near the monastery. He took long walks through the woods and fields, quietly observing the many animals, noting how they lived and reproduced. Over a period of years, he became quite familiar with the behavior patterns of many beasts. In particular, he was fascinated by dogs and wolves. He relates how he made friends with an injured and starving young female wolf. He took the young bitch, built her a small shelter, and over a period of several weeks nursed her back to health. When she was able to walk and run again, she would meet him in the forests, and often tag along with him on his expeditions into the forests and fields. On several occasions, they slept together on cold nights for mutual warmth and security, and the young monk relates in one episode of his diary:

Last night, the she-wolf and I shared a small cave, curling together for heat. Shortly she was making little grunts, and nudging my hand with her nose. Curious feelings came over me and I wondered if she were trying to seduce me. Shyly, I began returning her affections with the stroke of my hand on her bosom. Growing more excited, she exposed herself towards me in a most sinful posture. Overcome by her seductive manner, I yielded to temptation . …

A stirring account of bestiality, this story is but one of many in the documented history of man’s sexual experience with animals.

Let me cite another case from the files of medical history. The account is of a young couple who, after having been married for several years, spent a summer on the country estate of a relative, and during the course of the summer they were initiated into the world of bestiality and unusual sex acts. The wife, years after the event, related the story to a close friend who was a psychiatrist, and he in turn wrote the events down in his memoirs, although he never disclosed the names of the parties involved. Apparently, the young couple were gently led from a level of innocent inquiry to increasingly sexual dramas in their quest for carnal knowledge and enlightenment. By the end of the summer, they had tried virtually everything they could imagine in regards to sexual acts of one kind or another with almost every animal they could coax into cooperation: several dogs, a large cat, a peregrine falcon, a stud horse, several sheep, a billy goat, and a half-grown female calf. It was, in the words of the wife, as if the entire summer was an obsessive fantasy lifted out of the depths of my being, a kind of dream which had lain dormant all my life and then had been teased up to the surface of the other existence I call my real life. I feel compelled to tell you that I am happy my husband and I shared in the madness . … It has provided for our lives with each other in a most satisfying manner, you may be certain.

It can be seen easily enough, I think, that both men and women from all walks of life may be overwhelmed by sensuality and bestiality. Julie, a “turned-on” girl, innocent and full of erotic enthusiasm, hungry to share new pleasure with her young husband, was a perfect partner for Jim. Let us continue our journey into her world of eroticism and bestial lovemaking as she picks up the compelling story of her wedding night.

“I’m not sure how long Jim and I slept after our last gang bang with Bruce. But when I woke up I could still taste the dog come that Bruce had shot into my throat. A thick slime hung in the back of my mouth and down my throat, and as I rolled my tongue along the roof of my mouth I remembered the violent blasts of hot sperm juices which had shot from Bruce’s big canine cock a little while before.

“I was a little surprised, I guess, at the wild way I had sucked the juices from Bruce’s huge slippery penis. God! I started getting horny lying there on the bed thinking about it, and just at that moment I heard some slurping noises coming from the floor next to the bed. I raised my head a little and opened my eyes, but the room was so dark I couldn’t see a damn thing. I groped around until my hand made contact with Jim’s foot I was warm and damp, and I could feel his hair as it curled around his large masculine ankles. He moved in his sleep, and his foot fell against my cheek, his toes touching me on the lips. I parted my lips slightly and Jim’s big toe slid into my mouth, pressing down onto my tongue, and I sucked on it, tasting its flavors as they mingled with my saliva. The slurping sound from the floor got a little louder, and I figured it was one of the dogs licking itself. I dropped my hand over the edge of the bed, and it came to rest on the nose of one of the dogs. Was it Bruce, or Maggie? A split second later I had my answer, for my hand came in contact with a clump of warm wet fur, out of which protruded a smooth slimy projectile. I knew then it was Bruce, and as I rubbed my finger along the tip of his shaft, it got harder and jerked with little spasms.

“At this point, I was really beginning to feel hot, like before when Jim had his tongue up my all and Bruce was fucking me in the mouth. God damn! I knew the night wasn’t over by any means, and I knew that before daybreak came, there was going to be some far-out fucking going on in the bedroom. I knew that I had to get everybody else in the mood, if I was going to get my goodies again. I wasn’t sure what I was craving, I just knew that I wanted to be ravaged, and with every passing minute I got hotter and hotter. Jim’s big broad sun-browned toe was vaguely quivering inside my mouth, like it was a prick getting ready to shoot off. Jim shifted in his sleep again, and this caused his toe to snap away from my lips with a loud pop. He turned over on his back, still asleep. Against the dim light coming through the window, I could barely make out his cock lying upon his stomach. Jesus! It was a beautiful prick, reaching up almost to his belly button. I couldn’t restrain myself any longer, so I moved very gently, changing my position so I could get my mouth on Jim’s cock. But I didn’t want to wake him up, just yet.

“I wanted to see if I could make him shoot off in his sleep, and watch his reaction. Leaning over his stomach, I lowered my head down slowly until my lips felt the head of his cock. Then, parting my mouth and wetting my lips with my tongue, I very carefully let the head of his prick slip warmly into my mouth. Almost immediately, I could feel his rod-head begin to swell up, and in just a few seconds his cock was standing straight up. So far, so good. With my heart blazing with desire to please him, I let my mouth slide very slowly and hotly down, down, down over his throbbing penis until I felt his head touch the back of my throat. Even then, I didn’t have all of it in my mouth. Slowly, I changed positions again so that I was now in a sixty-nine position over Jim, and I made a big effort to open my jaws as wide as I could.

“All the while, Jim’s cock seemed to be growing thicker and longer, and I felt I was fighting a losing battle. It didn’t seem possible that I could get any more of his barrel into my mouth. But my throat muscles must have automatically relaxed for a moment, because the back of my throat suddenly opened up, and Jim’s bulging head plopped quickly back into the depths of my throat, almost choking me. Thick and throbbing now, it was stretching the hell out of my mouth, and I began to come up off it, very slowly. When the head withdrew back up to my lips, I gasped for a little air, and ran my tongue all around its slick pinkish surface, and by this time Jim must have started dreaming about something pretty good. He was still sleeping, but his hips began to move in a gentle rhythm, causing his staff to move in and out of my mouth. The rhythm of his cock moving inside my mouth kept getting a little faster with every thrust, and I realized that it wouldn’t be long now before he exploded his golden juices into my throat.

“All of a sudden, I felt an electric sensation against my ass. Maggie, the female boxer, had come to the edge of the bed and was zeroing in on my ass-hole. She kept nudging her nose farther in between my buns until she found my quivering hole; she started licking it then like it was going out of style. I could tell it was Maggie, because Bruce was humping her rear end, shoving his shaft up her pussy. My hips were up over Jim’s head so that my cunt was just above his face. With every breath he took, a warm tickling stream of air teased the hair of my crotch, and I felt the hot juices deep inside my cunt begin to steam and boil their way to the edge of my cunt lips.

“Jim’s movements were getting quicker now, and the thrust of his dick in and out of my mouth was getting stronger. Bruce, I could tell, had found his mark, and was really fucking the hell out of Maggie, who was licking my anus so fast I thought she was trying to fuck my ass-hole with her nose. I couldn’t bear the warm breath from Jim’s mouth hitting my pussy much longer, and I knew that I was on the verge of flooding his face with my love juices. I didn’t have to worry about anything, though, because a moment later I felt Jim’s big hands reach up and gently pull my crotch right down on his face.

“He made some groaning sounds as his nose dug in between the lips of my cunt and started going over my clit with his tongue. Christ! I was beginning to boil over, and I wanted Jim to come at the same time I did. I made a big effort to open up my throat again like I did before.

“Suddenly, the throbbing head of Jim’s huge cock plunged and locked itself deep inside my throat, and he made a loud groaning sound as thick wads of cream shot up through the core of his convulsing prick. I felt the spasms in the base of his hard cock as huge spurts of hot come exploded against the back of my throat.

“I made a muffled, choked scream while Jim, shoving my head further down onto his cock, fired bullets of thick hot jelly into my throat. I was trembling and straining as my own joy juices flooded into Jim’s nose and mouth. At the same instant, Bruce let out a wolf-like howl that betrayed his victorious ejaculations into Maggie’s quivering vagina. I collapsed on Jim’s stomach and chest, which was heaving and rippling beneath my two firm breasts, and felt his athletic cock gradually unstiffen inside my mouth.

“Even while he was getting soft, I could still taste the salty-sweet drops of his come oozing from the opening in the head of his rod, spreading itself thickly over my tongue. The lips of my hot, wet cunt still covered his nose, and I was trembling from the thrill of his tongue against my clit. Finally, after we had lain silent for a few moments, Jim eased me off him, and I fell back down onto the bed next to him. He held me tightly in his strong arms against his chest, and I loved the friction of his chest hairs as they rubbed against the nipples of my tits. He then turned gently and rolled up over on me, put his beautiful hot lips to mine, and gave me the sexiest kiss of my life, letting his hungry tongue slide into every corner of my mouth. His mouth juices flowed from his tongue onto mine, and I drank them down deeply, testing all the flavors of his young and masculine beauty. Hot tears of love and joy streamed down my cheeks as my heart and soul swelled with emotions I had never felt before. I tried to choke back the tears of my happiness before Jim saw them, but I knew he understood when he kissed me on each eyelid. Brushing my hair back gently with his strong hands, he said softly, ‘Yeah, baby, I know what you mean.’

” ‘Go to sleep, now,’ Jim whispered after a few moments. I must have done just that, because the next thing I remember is slowly being aroused by Jim’s soft voice. ‘Hello, babe,’ I heard Jim call softly from across the room somewhere. ‘Hello, babe,’ the whisper came again. When my eyes were fully opened, I could tell it was getting near daybreak, as the first gray light of dawn began to filter through the window curtain. I decided to get up and go take a piss in the bathroom, but as soon as I moved, I was pulled back onto the bed. ‘Don’t struggle, honey,’ I heard Jim say. ‘I’ll be there in a moment, just as soon as I finish getting Bruce and Maggie fixed up for you.’

” ‘Jim, what’s going on? I’m tied to the bed. What’s happening?’ I cried.

” ‘Just hold on a minute, will you? We’re going to try a little experiment I’ve been thinking about for quite a while. I’m giving Bruce and Maggie an injection of this chemical. It really makes them go crazy with sex. I tied you down awhile ago. You were as dead as a log while I spread-eagled you across the bed and tied your feet and hands to the bedposts. You can try to get loose, but you can’t, so I wouldn’t waste the effort. Anyway, you’re going to dig what I’ve got in store for you, honey.’

“Jim was right. I couldn’t get loose from the strips of silk he used to stretch me across the bed. I was on my back, with my legs stretched between the two posts at the bottom of the bed. Although I was a little apprehensive, I was not uncomfortable. I was not sure what was in store, and although I trusted Jim, I was still getting butterflies in my stomach from the anticipation of something coming.

” ‘Won’t be long now, Julie. Your sweet ass has had it!’ Jim took a jar of vaseline out of the top drawer of the dresser, came over to the bed, and sat down next to me. ‘Here, this will feel good,’ he said as he dipped into the jar and shoved a spoonful of vaseline down between my legs, below my cunt. I could feel his hand sliding toward my anus, then I felt a big finger being shoved up into my ass.

“Ooh,’ I groaned. ‘Does it hurt?’ Jim asked softly. I told him that it really didn’t hurt much, and he kept massaging his finger around the inside of my rectum. ‘It might hurt just a little bit, enough to make you go out of your skull with pleasure.’ Jim worked his big index finger all around inside my shit-hole, getting it all greased up with vaseline. It began to feel good after a few moments. He could see by the movements of my body that I was beginning to enjoy the feel of his finger fucking my ass. He pulled it out slowly and said, ‘I think you’re about ready for the main fireworks, now, babe.’ He stood up next to the bed, so I could see his beautiful body in the dim light of morning. Then he took some more of the vaseline and greased up his rod, which was standing out like a ten-inch billy, jerking and falling with little spasms of impatience and anticipation.

“Realizing then what was coming, I told Jim that I wasn’t sure about it. ‘I know you’re not. But I am,’ he replied. ‘I know what I’m doing, Julie, so just don’t fight it. It will be so much better if you don’t resist me. You’ve got to relax.’ I began to feel a little better with his reasuring words, and decided to try to relax as much as possible.
” ‘Okay, now I’m going to slide underneath you, Julie, and you’ll be lying on top of me, with your back against my stomach.’ Jim slipped beneath me, and the slack in the silk cords pulled taut, holding me tightly against Jim. I couldn’t move much at all. I felt his prick slide up between the cheeks of my rear end, and then felt the mushroom head focus on the center of my round tight sphincter.

“I told Jim that I didn’t see how I could take his gigantic shaft up my ass, but he made no reply. He simply began feeling me up, his arms wrapped around my body, his hands cupping and squeezing my tits. His warm lips came in contact with the sensitive part of my neck just below the earlobes, and I began to feel waves of heat building up in my whole body.
“Jim was gyrating his ass under me, and I could feel his huge cock sliding back and forth between the cheeks of my butt, and the friction of his rod moving in and out between my buns was really a blast.

” ‘Isn’t that good?’ Jim whispered into my ear. I could only moan with agreement, and he knew I loved it. Jim kept massaging my breasts with one hand, while his other hand crept down along my stomach, over my belly hole, and landed on top of my pussy. A finger began inching between the lips of my cunt, working its way to my clitoris. I writhed in agony and ecstasy as Jim loved me with his hands and his mouth and his cock, and I made half-conscious attempts to break the bonds which locked me into position on top of him. I wanted to cling to his body, but all I could do was struggle hopelessly, letting him ravage me in every way he wanted. I was his victim now, and he knew it.

“His cock was stiff and unbending, and I could feel the huge head of his penis shoving against the opening of my ass-hole. Very gently at first, Jim was keeping the head of his cock pressed firmly against my ass-hole, slowly but surely increasing the pressure against the opening of my anus. Vaguely, I began to feel the muscles around my anus give way to the pressure of his head as it kept shoving deeper and deeper into the opening of my anus. Then, with a sucking noise, the head of Jim’s prick slipped quickly inside the rim of my opening, and I groaned from the little burst of pain.

“Jim said, ‘Okay, now, just don’t move. Let’s take it slow and easy.’ He gave me several moments to allow my anus muscles to stretch as much as they could, making room for his rocket-like prod. I told Jim that it wasn’t hurting anymore, and he slowly began inching his cock further into me. I could feel the friction between my ass rim and his staff as it penetrated further and further into the depths of my rectum. I could feel my insides move and make way for this new creature, the strange snake which had found a new home to crawl into. My stomach could feel the pressure of his meaty stiffness rising further and further, shoving deeper and deeper into my intestines, and I felt like a stuffed chicken. I was beginning to have doubts about being able to take any more of it.

“Suddenly, Jim gave a quick thrust and shoved his staff into my ass as far as it would go. I screamed quickly, and he said, ‘You’ve got it all, baby! How does it feel?’ I told him that it felt so wonderful I couldn’t even describe it. Jim began to pump in and out, very steadily and smoothly. I could feel his giant stinger thrusting and stabbing, slowly at first, then getting faster and more violent, with each passing minute. My bowels heated up like a blast furnace, and I felt faint from the fantastic sensations of pleasure and rapturous pain that began to rack my body. My womb and vagina must have been glowing red-hot from the heat building up in my ass, and it felt like a volcano was erupting between my legs. Jim was right about the pain.
“There was just enough pain to make me realize that I wanted more, and I wriggled like a stuck pig on top of Jim’s stomach, trying to escape from madness, yet wanting to fall even deeper into this well of sinful pleasure Jim had created for me. He was holding me down against him with his muscular arms, squeezing my bulging breasts, pumping his club in and out like the piston of an engine inside my ass. I was half conscious with delirium, mad with thunderbolts of pleasure, and I told Jim I thought I was going to explode any second.

“The next thing I remember was Jim calling the big boxer. ‘Bruce! Bruce! Up here, boy!’ The huge dog ran and leaped up on the bed and stood over me, his rear haunches trembling just above my crotch. Then Jim commanded, ‘Fuck! Fuck Julie, Bruce! Fuck, boy!’ Bruce moved in between my thighs, his front legs straddling my breasts, his heavy breath falling hotly into my face. Then I felt the tip of the dog’s prod touch my crotch, and when he felt the head of his rod slip in between the lips of my pussy, he forced it in further with quick animal jerks. I felt his balls swinging and slamming against the bottom part of my slit, banging into my thighs just below my cunt, while his slimy piercing rod kept growing thicker and longer, plunging deeper and harder into my vagina. I think I began screaming incoherently, because Jim had to hold his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. ‘Shut up or you’ll have the little old woman in the next apartment over here with the cops!’ His words simmered me down.

“A few moments later, Jim called Maggie, the other boxer, up on the bed. She jumped up, and Jim helped her straddle over my head. Then Jim patted her on the rump, and she squatted on my face in a pissing position, so that my mouth was engulfing her dog pussy. I smelled the fur around her opening, then let my tongue reach up and lick into the opening of her fuck hole. She must have liked it, because she sat firmly upon my face, and I was lost in dog fur. My tongue found the opening of her cunt again, and began easing its way inside her. I tasted the hot mucous fluids of her vagina, and felt the spasms of her cunt squeeze my tongue as I thrust it into her as far as I could. Then all hell broke loose as Jim started making man-groans and began to fuck my ass so hard and fast I thought it was going to split. Bruce, stiff and trembling, hunched and shoved his big bone harder and deeper into my canal, while I sucked away at Maggie’s convulsing pussy. Then the world exploded, and I saw rockets, shooting stars, and fireworks. I couldn’t choke back the screams as electric jolts of ecstasy and pleasure ripped into my body. I was getting the fuck of my life, from both sides. Jim was shooting his hot thick milk into my ass, while Brace’s throbbing canine cannon was searing my cunt with boiling squirts of his dog cream. I kept screaming, ‘God, Jim, goddam, fuck, God, shit! Don’t stop, son of a bitch, I’m coming! I’M COMING!’ Torn by wave after wave of unbearable physical rapture, I finally passed out.”

It is “unfortunate” for Jim and Julie that they were forced to disclose their bestial behavior when “the little old woman in the next apartment” eventually discovered what was going on, and “blackmailed” them into seeing a psychiatrist. But, it is “fortunate” that the matter was never brought to the attention of the police, thanks to the growing understanding in the fields of medicine, psychology, social work, church leaders, law enforcement agencies, and lastly, even among members of society at large.

We can understand, from the foregoing analyses, the puzzle of forces which acted upon the lives of Jim and Julie, the forces which brought them into close sexual contact with their dogs. We have observed the events in Jim’s early childhood, which initially exposed him to sexuality and bestiality, and the continuing pattern throughout his growth which helped crystallize and focus Jim’s sexual urges along peculiar paths.

Under Jim’s direction and guidance, it is not difficult to understand how easily Julie was led into a period of eroticism and sensuality with his dogs. Julie, being extremely sexual and passionate naturally, and being deeply in love with Jim, was gently but quickly led into participating in the bizarre scenes of sexualism we have observed in this case history.
But Man continues to learn more and more about himself, and year by year broadens his understanding of himself and his relationship with the universe. In the words of the great psychologist, Carl G. Jung:

The Self is often symbolized as an animal, representing our instinctive nature and its connectedness with one’s surroundings. This relation of the Self to all surrounding nature and even to the cosmos probably comes from the fact that the nuclear atom of our psyche is somehow woven into the whole world, both outer and inner.

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