Feature Writer: R. E. Geis
Feature Title: And doggie makes three
Story Codes: Bestiality
And Doggie Makes Three (PART 2 of 5)
The phenomenon of couples, almost always men and their wives, almost always in their late twenties on up to the fifties, training dogs (usually big dogs) for sexual purposes, is both fascinating and disturbing. Such activity is minimal, and secret, and it exists almost exclusively in the “swinger” area of middle-income, bored, mate-swapping, jaded, thrill-seeking people in large cities and their suburbs. In Beauty/Beast, Volume. One, Roger Blake supports this view: “From my own research among swingers and wife-swappers who have sex-parties today, some of which are almost on a par with the fabled Roman Orgy, bestial acts are the latest in fad. During the ten or more years that swinging and mate-swapping have become so widespread and popular (almost paralleling the ‘sexual revolution’), I have noticed that they always seem to be looking for something different. It seems, at times, that many of them are obsessed by what they feel is ‘the attractiveness of evil.'”
A historical note might be added here, for perspective. Allen Edwards and R.E.L. Masters, in their The Cradle of Erotica mention: “Historically, bestiality has commonly been put to more therapeutic uses in the West, especially as a remedy for venereal diseases (to which end it is also employed by Muslims). Europeans have further attempted by bestiality to cure cases of satyriasis and nymphomania. And aging males, brooding regretfully over their declining virile powers, have also sought to find in intercourse with various beasts an improvement of their potency–a search sometimes crowned with temporary success, since any novel erotic act may in some cases, and for a time, revive flagging appetites and capacities.”
Within the “swingers” there is an inner, exclusive group of “super-swingers”. Those who, for complex emotional reasons, will try anything and are attracted to the idea of sexual relations with an animal, the dog being the most handy and easily trainable. As the following interview shows, the “doggie training” couples are not easily discouraged and count it as a mark of pride and accomplishment to have a disciplined, well-trained dog. It takes months to properly instruct a dog in his sexual duties, and persistence and dedication is required of its owners.
In The Animal Lovers it is stated: “The Rosenfeld survey reveals that the majority of female bestialists prefer dogs, both for sexual intercourse and for cunnilingus. A California woman told me: ‘Properly trained, a dog can french a woman much better than a man. For one thing, his tongue is larger, and a dog seems to enjoy the actual taste of the secretions … often he (her poodle)–will french me for as long as an hour!'”
The interview below came about as the result of misdirection; I was interviewing a couple about their wife-swapping activities and attitudes, when the husband let slip something about their dog–a beautiful, full-grown German shepherd–who was lying at his wife’s feet, watching me alertly. The wife colored slightly and said, “If you’re going to tell him about that, I’ll leave.” She was calm but uncomfortable. I was not a close friend, actually almost a stranger, and not someone with whom she herself could immediately talk so honestly and openly. I knew the husband fairly well, though. He grinned and winked. His wife left and he went into the other room to talk to her for a minute, then returned. It was okay to tell me about it but not in their apartment. She didn’t want to be “in hiding” in the bedroom while he gave all kinds of intimate details to me.
But it was alright to go over to my place for the questions and answers. As he described her attitude later, in the car, she was willing for him to tell me everything about her and Khan and himself, but she couldn’t bear to be present. I wasn’t “one of us” and while I could be trusted (she knew me by reputation mostly), she still didn’t have the sangfroid required to sit with me and talk about it herself, into a tape recorder. An understandable attitude.
The interview:
“Khan is one of the family now. In a way we center our whole lives around him. We never had any children.”
“We got him as a puppy. We bought all the books on how to take care of him and how to train him. When you live in a city you have to have a well-trained dog.”
“We taught him to sit, heel, come, and stay. Then to beg, roll over a few standard tricks. Once we got him to know he was important and we loved him and he would be rewarded if he did well–it was easier and easier. Khan is a highly intelligent animal.”
“You know we’ve been in the swinger scene for four years. It’s changed a lot … people accept it more now, and join in easier.”
“We enjoy it, but after you’ve been with about a hundred different couples and single girls, the variety of human types–physical and personality-wise, well, it repeats–you begin to see patterns and duplications. And after a while … most of the people you meet and go to bed with are all the same. You get bored.”
“Our starting in with Khan, sexually, began as a joke. Marsha was lying in bed, naked, beside me, and we were just playing around a little. It was after midnight and the TV was on at the foot of the bed. A talk show was some doctor was saying sex is good.”
“Marsha is impulsive; she said, ‘Pricks are good,’ and she rolled over to me and started sucking me off. I was soft at the start, but she is an expert at it. Inside twenty seconds or so, I had a helluva hard on. She was using her ‘swoop’ style–long, slow sucking, where she takes practically all of a penis into her mouth and throat, and pulls back slow and easy, then swoops down and takes it all again.”
“I worked a finger into her and started finger-fucking her slow and easy. She stopped sucking to say, ‘bowling ball,’ which is a code, sort of, to mean the way you grip a howling ball, which means sexually … Well, she turned around so her back was to me and she was leaning over my belly, with her rump in easy reach of my right hand.”
“She likes ‘bowling ball’; it’s a variation that gets her really worked when Marsha is really lathered she is like a sex maniac. I knew she was interested in a good, long sex-time. I started fondling her cheeks and running a finger down into the crack… down into her crotch to her vulva. She wriggled her hips and sucked me better and better. I got my first two fingers into her, then ran the ball of my thumb over her anus … and then pushed my thumb into her–then I had two fingers in her vagina and my thumb in her rectum–like gripping a bowling ball.”
“She gave a little bubbly moan and wriggled her rump against my hand. I kept my fingers and thumb moving in her. She was swooping faster and faster, taking all of my penis with an open mouth, then clamping tight on it for a long, slow withdrawal.”
“I was getting to the point of no return. She knew it, too. She kept right on. She started moaning all the time, low and very expressive … which meant she was getting worked up to a high pitch. She is very sexually involved with the oral thing–she can get very aroused from sucking. She says the feel of a hard prick in her mouth and the business of mouthing it and tonguing it and feeling it get harder and harder and longer and longer and finally gush off … it makes her so horny she has to have a lot done to her for a long time to satisfy her built-up yen.”
“I knew when she reached that enthusiastic sucking and low moaning stage I had a long night ahead of me going down on her and using some of the devices on her.”
“The ‘devices’? Mostly the vibrator and the dildo with the ticklers and the pommel. It’s a strap-on model, with a hollow inside I can wear it when I’m too limp, or so another girl can use it for variety. Believe it or not, most of the women are intrigued by a strap-on dildoe. They always get around to trying it on and using it. They all secretly want to be men, I think. To see what it’s like to fuck a woman. They pose in front of a mirror wearing the thing and giggle and laugh … some girls get hysterical from laughing. Some get very disturbed, too, because wearing it has a strong attraction–they respond to the secret bull-dyke element in themselves and it scares them. Give a woman a dildo like that and watch her reaction; it’s very instructive in human nature.”
“I let myself go and gushed into Marsha’s mouth, just as she wanted me. It was fantastic. When she knows you’re about to go off she clamps tight around your penis on both the up stroke and down stroke, and works her tongue like a snake.”
“I was empty for the night–we’d done it the night before, and I’d gone off three times then–so there wasn’t much left.”
“She sucked me dry and rolled onto her back. She said, ‘Get me a soda, honey, please.’ She always likes to drink a soft drink after sucking somebody off.”
“I went into the kitchen, naked, to get a can of cola, which was all we had in the fridge at the time, and stopped to pet Khan. His sleeping box is in a corner of the dining room.”
“He followed me into the bedroom. I didn’t hear him on the carpet. He was beside the bed before I realized anything.”
“The point is–there was Marsha with one leg hanging down off the bed, using the vibrator cup on her clitoris, and she was lying there with her eyes closed, that soft smile on her lips I know so well, and her hips jumping and squirming …”
“I said, ‘Look who followed me in here.’ She looked and said, ‘I need a good active male about now.’ She put the vibrator aside and reached for the cola. She laughed and patted Khan’s head. ‘You want to fuck your mommy, darling?'”
“He loves Marsha. He started licking her leg. He smelled her vulva–I could see his nose twitching and flaring.”
“She let her thighs fall open further. She petted him. She sipped from the cola and smiled at me and winked. We watched to see what he would do.
“Khan sniffled at her crotch, looked at her, looked at me, for a word of disapproval or approval, for some guidance.”
“Marsha smiled and said, ‘Good boy, Khan. Do your thing, boy.’ And to me she said, ‘Do you think …?'”
“Khan sniffed at her again, then, experimentally, licked her there, just once. He looked to her again, then at me.”
“Marsha had a funny look. She said, ‘Do we dare?'”
“I was curious … and I wondered how far she would go. I said, ‘Go ahead. See what he’ll do.'”
“She giggled, ‘What if he bites?'”
“He’s too well-trained. He wouldn’t hurt you.”
“She took a deep breath and turned off the vibrator. Its humming bothered Khan. The sound probably set up ultrasonics or something in his ears. She sat up and shifted a little more on the bed, so that he could reach her crotch more easily. She patted his head and scratched his ears.
‘Do it again, Khan. Lick your mommy.’ She gently pulled him closer.”
“He rolled his eyes and looked at me. I sat on the floor beside him and patted his side. I ruffled his coat. ‘Good boy. Do it.'”
“It was as if he understood me. We were both smiling and happy with him. He laid his chin on Marsha’s thigh and looked up at her, so sorrowfully, but with that keen intelligence that you see in German shepherds.”
“She kept petting him and then shifted her crotch closer and closer to his muzzle. ‘Don’t you want another taste, Khan?’ She was saying it lightly; it was a joke, nothing serious.”
“He licked her there again and was petted and crooned at. His tongue curled out and he licked her persistently for about ten seconds.”
“I could see his tongue slide over her vulva and the tip even slithered inside, into the really wet surfaces of the labia, and probably over her clitoris.”
“I saw her face when that happened, too. Her eyes opened wide and she gasped once. Her stomach tensed. She met my eyes for a second. She looked puzzled and ashamed and delighted all at once. Her left cheek twitched. Khan was still licking at her … in her … and her inner thighs started to jump, too. I remember the exact intonation of her voice.
She said wonderingly, ‘Oh, God, Harry!'”
“The way she said it made me almost feel the sensations she must have been feeling. I started to get another hard on. I petted Khan as he kept up his tonguing her crotch. ‘Good boy,’ I said.”
“Then I noticed that he was getting an erection, too. His penis was beginning to slide out of its sheath.”
“I told Marsha. She was delighted. ‘Really?’ She craned her head to see. ‘This is fantastic. I’ve got a new lover.’ And then she flushed. Id never seen her turn red like that. It spread all over her face and neck and chest, down into her breasts, in a speckled, mottled way.
“I asked, ‘Do you want to try to get him to fuck you?’
“Oh … what an idea …” She was flustered. “I don’t know … do you think that’s a good idea?”
“‘We could try. It’s something new. Lots of swingers are training their dogs for this.”
“I guess so. Oh, Harry–his tongue is incredible!”
“She actually writhed. When she did that I knew she was in orgasm. She reached for my hand and gripped it. She was panting, eyes squeezed shut.”
“Khan just kept on licking at her crotch. There must be something about her secretions or her smell or both that makes him eager to lick her like that. Maybe he’s only responding to the smell of a female’s lust, as if she were a bitch in heat.”
“Marsha had three orgasms in a row. I could see her belly sucking in and out and her thighs trembling. Then she gasped, ‘I can’t stand any more. Too strong!'”
“I patted Khan and pulled him away. He whined and looked at me reproachfully.”
“Marsha slipped off the bed to her knees beside him and hugged him.
‘Oh, Khan; you are a good dog. You’re going to lick your mommy a lot from now on. But your tongue is too much to take for very long.'”
“She told me later it was like padded silk which had a one-day growth of whiskers.”
“I took him back to his bed and gave him a few pieces of dog candy as reward, then told him to ‘stay.'”
“When I returned to the bedroom, Marsha was drinking her cola again. She laughed and flushed again and said, ‘I feel depraved as hell.’ She sort of evaded my eyes, too.”
“But two nights later we called Khan into our bedroom again, and while he licked her off, she sucked me off. That was fantastic. I was lying beside her head and was fucking her mouth as she faced my hips, while Khan lapped away at her open thighs.”
“When she was coming she put a hand on my rump and urged me to fuck her mouth deeper–all the way. She can take me that way because I’m not all that big, and she has the trick of not gagging somehow. I’ve seen her go down on guys with up to seven inches–big, fat seven inches–and she could do like that folk song says, ‘Just open her throat and swallow a goat'”
“So I rammed all the way in till she was mouthing my balls every plunge. A couple seconds of feeling her throat and the root of her tongue tightening around my glans was enough. I went off like a geyser.”
“Getting Khan to fuck her was a long process. He was willing, but we had to find the right position and everything. It took months. It was a game for all of us.”
“Slowly, though, he got the idea. We had him doing it facing her, standing between her thighs. She was lying half on, half off the edge of the bed. Khan learned to keep his fore paws on each side of her chest and to stay within her arms.”
“Khan doesn’t have a big penis. He’s eighty-four pounds and twenty-three inches high at the shoulder–not as huge an animal as a Great Dane, but I think smarter and more human, although you’ll never get a Great Dane lover to admit that.”
“A Great Dane is a helluva beast for a woman to take. We made contact with some other ‘dog fanciers’ in the swinging set, and one couple had a Dane they’d trained in the fucking arts. That woman wouldn’t make it any more with her husband … or any other man. It was her Dane or nothing. That animal was superbly trained. I’ll admit that–he could get up on her and steam that pipe of his into her till you’d think she would drop dead, or he’d get tired. But that monster could keep it up for ten minutes at a time. They put something on his penis to make it insensitive so he’d last longer … some kind of fluid.”
“That dog drilled that woman like he was driving rivets ..w. and she was quivering and moaning and jerking under him almost as soon as he started. When he finally got off her she was as limp as a rag. You should have seen the dreamy look in her eyes, though.”
“Most dogs in these situations–you know, when they’re trained for sex, too–most dogs are one–family dogs, in that they won’t fuck or lick another woman or man.”
“Khan is that way. He won’t do anything to another woman. It must be that he’s loyal to Marsha or is focused on her or only likes the taste of her particular secretions. He’s a one-woman dog, for sure.”
“During the months that we were training him to fuck properly, Marsha was at first awfully embarrassed. She still is around people we aren’t swinging with. She can’t really open up and be natural about herself and Khan except with me and other ‘doggie training’ devotees we’ve found.”
“She couldn’t look at me at first when Khan mounted her. She blushed all over, but that passed. Soon she was making jokes, and hugging him and encouraging him unselfconsciously.”
“I suppose she relaxed because I was as interested in it as she. My psychology–I’m not sure why I like to see Khan fuck Marsha. I love her and I think it’s partly wanting her to have all the enjoyment and pleasure she can. Partly it’s doing the unconventional. Partly it’s … I suppose there’s an element of masochism and self-hate and hate for Marsha–to see her being fucked and licked by a dog. Not much, though. I’ve always been an individualist and never did accept the puritan ethic and the ‘Public Morality.'”
“It’s hard to tell what really motivates Marsha. She likes thrills. She likes to live full blast, but with discretion. She’ll try almost anything, but not exhibitionistically. Showing Off, with an audience, is not her can of beans.”
“On the other hand, we’ve been to get-togethers where the hostess and host put on shows for the guests. These were swinger parties, you understand, but even so–”
“Before I get back to our experiences with Khan, let me tell you about a couple out in the Valley. They have a huge mastiff named Caesar–funny how the big dogs automatically seem to be named with ‘big’ names I like Caesar, King, Khan, Rex, Prince, Duke, and so on. Well, they really are noble-appearing animals.”
“This mastiff is the biggest damn dog in the world. Like a small pony, you’d swear. He measured thirty-eight inches at the shoulder and they told us he weighed as much as his owner–which is one hundred eighty-four pounds. THAT is one helluva dog. Especially when you consider that the man’s wife is only five-two.”
“This actually happened. You can ask Marsha if it didn’t. In fact, we’re supposed to go to their place again this weekend. We probably will, too, just to see that brute go to work on them both.”
“Yes, indeed. Caesar fucks them both. The guy likes to take it in the rear like he was a bitch–down on all fours. Right in the middle of their sunken living room. And they don’t mind if you bring along your camera and take some pictures.”
“Hey, I’ve got some I can show you, if you’d like, of them. I don’t know if Marsha will agree to let me show you the ones we have of her and Khan.”
“They have a big round hassock they use. The woman–her name is Doreen–lays on it on her back. It’s just the, right height for her and Caesar.”
“The first time Marsha and I went to their place there were two other couples besides ourselves. No one brought their dog–dogs have trouble accepting other dogs in scenes like that: they get into jealousy and territoriality and all kinds of confusion. Three or four big male dogs in an apartment like ours, for instance–it’d never work. One dog to a party is the rule.”
“Caesar is a beautifully behaved animal. And beautiful to see, too: he’s a golden brown, with a massive chest and heavy legs. He radiates power with every line, every move.”
“After drinks and some talk, the conversation at swinger parties always gets around to sex and usually the unusual variety.”
“Marsha and I were inhibited in talking about ourselves and Khan, but the other couples were very open … the talk was down-to-earth: tips on how to train a dog to lick a woman properly. To mount her, to keep him calm, to slow him down and make him last.”
“Then there were some straight swinger pairings. That’s almost automatic. I was approached by the hostess and asked if I would like to play with her in the bedroom.
“She–Doreen–is small, as I’ve said, and slim–most men would call her downright skinny. Her hipbones are prominent, and she has thin legs, so there is a wide gap between her thighs at the crotch. Her breasts aren’t much–almost nonexistent; little fried-egg things with small pinched nipples. One thing unusual about her: she has a big, wide, thick muff of blonde pubic hair.”
“We went into her bedroom and started kissing. She said she didn’t like intercourse with men who wouldn’t ‘plug’ her in the rear.”
“I told her I’d done it a few times and it was okay.”
“That was a go signal. She became very erotic and said she needed a good ‘fuck in the ass’ to warm her up for Caesar.”
“She squirmed all over me and started mouthing my penis once I had my pants off. She had stripped right away–she had had on a pair of gold hotpants and a blue bulky knit pullover sweater. All she had to do was pull off the sweater and push down the hotpants and she was naked.”
“She smelled nice–great perfume–and so I started licking her in imitation of a dog–right between her wide-spaced thighs–right on the hairy lips of her vulva. It wasn’t much fun–I prefer a woman who shaves her pubes or who has very little natural hair, like Marsha.”
“But Doreen could use her mouth with great skill. She didn’t like to take much more than the head of my penis, but she could do it all exquisitely with her tongue and lips and inner cheeks and palate.”
“When I was erect she presented her buttocks to me. ‘Put some spit on it and plough right in,’ she said.”
“I put fingerloads of saliva on the end of my penis, then between her cheeks, on her anus. I pushed a wet finger into her there and she was tight but easily expandable.”
“She said, ‘Do anything you want to me there.'”
“I slid my finger in and out of her anus. It was smooth and snug and slippery. I pressed in another fingertip, then the rest of the finger. She said she loved it. I finger-fucked her for a minute.”
“I asked if she took Caesar there, too. She said she took him wherever he entered–he didn’t know the difference and he did it in whatever hole he got into first. She said she loved it whichever it was.”
“I got into her anus with my penis after that, but didn’t come in her. I quit after about ten minutes and she offered to suck me off. I said no, I’d wait till later.”
“She was pretty well aroused. I went into the bathroom to wash off my penis, and she went out into the living room, stark naked.”
“When I entered the living room she was sitting on the round hassock in the center of the sunken room with a young woman, a wife of one of the men, kneeling with her head between Doreen’s skinny, wide-open thighs, eating her … wetly and noisily.”
“The girl was rather lovely and had long black hair. It surprised me that she would do that, with an audience. But she acted drunk. Her husband wasn’t too happy about it, but he pretended not to care.”
“Then Doreen’s husband brought Caesar in from their backyard.”
“Everybody took a quick breath. That brute is big, and he walks like a lion–kind of loose, don’t-give-a-damn swagger. He came in on the end of a thick leather leash and his large blunt head, with that mastiff jowl and muzzle and heavy dewlaps, was high and alert.”
“Caesar saw Doreen on the hassock and trembled like a switch had been thrown. He pulled on the leash to get to her.”
“But Bill–Doreen’s husband–said, ‘Heel,’ and Caesar obeyed instantly. But his nostrils were flaring. He was inhaling all the smells in the room. He stood, eager, at Bill’s side, about ten feet from where Doreen lay getting eaten. He moved his paws anxiously.”
“Doreen saw him, of course, and said, “Hello, Caesar. I’m getting ready for you.'”
“It’s always surprised me a little how directly and intimately women talk to their dogs–especially to big dogs, and especially when those big dogs are their occasional or frequent sex partners. They talk as equals, as if the dog understood them. Sometimes they even talked as inferiors, as slaves.”
“We were all quiet, watching. I circled around to Marsha who was sitting on one of the three steps that descended to the living room floor. The entire house was carpeted wall-to-wall in a deep-pile brown shag.”
“Doreen smiled as she lay on her back. She said to everybody, ‘Ohh, I’m close … I’m close …’ Then she pushed the girl away. ‘Don’t finish me. I want my superman now.’ She meant Caesar.”
“All our eyes shifted to the huge dog as Bill unhooked the leash from his collar. He didn’t have to lean over to do it–that dog’s neck was as high as his waist.”
“Marsha said to me, ‘Oh, God, Harry, look at the size of it.'”
“Caesar’s penis was sliding out of its sheath under his loins. He was straining forward, leaning, waiting for his master to release him from the ‘heel’ command.”
“Caesar’s penis was shockingly large. Dogs, I think, have a larger penis for their size than a man, so when you get a mastiff–big mastiff–you have an animal that is stronger and faster and quicker than a man his own weight … and with a penis, a thick, pink rod of flesh, that makes the average man look puny.”
“Caesar’s penis was like a reddish broom handle that kept lengthening sticking out forward under his belly. It kept coming out and out and out.”
“Marsha whispered in shocked amazement: ‘That thing must be at least eight inches long!'”
“I had to agree with her. I’d never seen a man hung as large.”
“Bill was playing it dramatically. He pointed to his wife lying waiting, legs open, on the large round hassock, and he said to Caesar, ‘go fuck Doreen.'”
“The dog didn’t leap forward. But he went quickly, and that stiff penis waggled as he moved. He stopped close between her bony, open thighs and snuffled her crotch thoroughly, inhaling the smell of her and the other woman and perhaps even my residue of went.”
“Doreen was grinning. She patted his head. She whispered loudly, commandingly, ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, Caesar, fuck!'”
“Abruptly, he reared up and plopped his paws on each side of her thin chest. He was a monster standing over her small white body. His penis was all the way out, and I mean to tell you it was a magnet for every eye in the room–that long, thick, reddish pink handle. It was at least eight inches.”
“Doreen opened her thighs still more. ‘Fuck … Fuck …'”
“He did, too. He started jabbing at her vulva, blindly, and after about the sixth prod he found her vagina.”
“His big back curved in that way dogs have when fucking, and he danced his big hind legs to get closer–and before anyone realized–he was smacking that big penis all the way into her.”
“Doreen–you could see her belly bloat up and see her arms tighten around his neck–gave a funny in drawn, sucking gasp.”
“I think every other woman gasped with her. I know Marsha did, beside. She cringed and went ‘Ooooh!'”
“That big stiff red pole went up into Doreen all the way. She took it. It looked to me like her eyes bulged, along with her stomach. Something had to bulge, because she’s skinny with a small body and she must have been really stretched inside by that thing smacking up into her like that.”
“It was smacking, too. Everyone heard it. He buried part of the end of his sheath in her vulva, too, with the thrusts he made.”
“You’ve got to realize how big Caesar is! And how much power and weight he has. Getting fucked by an animal that big, with a penis that huge, for a woman Doreen’s size–it must be a shattering experience, no matter how many times it has happened.”
“It seemed that way with her. She was coming unglued almost at once.
You could see her muscles tremble and spasm. Her mouth was wide open and she was breathing like a bellows.”
“Marsha gripped my hand. She was frightened just seeing it. Nobody could look away or do anything but look. Caesar pounded away into her like a steam-powered battering ram.”
“It must have lasted two or three minutes. Doreen’s thin arms tightened more and more around Caesar’s neck. It didn’t faze him. All it did was lift her off her back. Her head was shaking like she had that nervous disease old people get sometimes.”
“Caesar was panting, too. It takes a lot of wind and stamina to do what he was doing. He was obviously enjoying it, too, of course. In fact, he came about then–shot a helluva load into her. It ran out of her, too, while he was still pumping more into her. It squished out around his thick penis and smeared the plastic top of the hassock under her scrawny buttocks–thick creamy stuff. And it lathered the insides of her thighs and got into that heavy blonde muff of hers.”
“Then Caesar just lost interest. He got down off her and looked around at us like a bored king. Bill called him over and fed him a handful of cookies.”
“Doreen just lay there quivery. Her left leg was jerking slightly and her belly was still jumping. What got me, though, was the way her vagina stayed open–wide open–an oval hole between her thighs, framed by that fringe of thick pubic hair. It was a pink, white-smeared tunnel.”
“Then she rolled over onto her belly, her thighs closed, and people stirred.”
“Marsha went to Doreen. I followed. She helped Doreen up. ‘Are you all right?'”
“‘Am I!’ Doreen had a ‘glory’ expression.”
“Marsha said, ‘I don’t see how you can … manage him. He’s so big!'”
“Doreen only nodded. She started for the bathroom, Caesar’s stuff running out of her, down her legs.”
“Bill made fresh drinks for everyone. He said, ‘In an hour I’ll be on the hassock getting royally reamed in the ass.'”
“Caesar wasn’t taken outside. He roamed the living room’s levels, wandering among the guests, a massive animal. If he bumped you in passing, it was you who was thrown aside.”
Doreen returned in her gold hotpants and blue sweater. She wiped offthe hassock with a damp towel. She went away with the towel and returned immediately. She took a double scotch and sipped it.”
“One of the other women–the one who had been giving Doreen head–asked her, ‘Doesn’t it hurt?'”
“Doreen nodded. ‘At first. It’s like a telephone pole being shoved in by a giant. But that’s only the shock of it all at once. After the first few times of having it go in and out like that I loosen up and it begins to feel like–well, the pain goes away, mostly, and it feels like I’m being totally used. I’m helpless and getting fucked like no man could ever fuck me, and it’s simply glorious. The universe is what that giant is doing to me with that giant prick. I’m like a leaf in a storm. I’m like a worm on a hook.'”
“The woman said, ‘He’s certainly a magnificent beast.’ She was uneasy because Caesar had pushed between her and Doreen and was sniffing at Doreen’s crotch.”
“Doreen patted his head. ‘You’re a faithful lover, aren’t you, Caesar? He only will fuck me and Bill.'”
“We were sophisticated–but the male guests couldn’t quite imagine\ themselves submitting to sodomy by a dog–especially a dog with a penis the size of Caesar’s.”
“Nevertheless–Bill was quite open about it. He seemed to anticipate. He gave Caesar an hour to recover, then went with him and with Doreen to the hassock in the center of the sunken living room.”
“Bill had a tube of lubricant in his pocket and took it out. He dropped his pants and pushed down his underpants. He is one of those men with hairy legs and back. He knelt with his knees on the carpet and his stomach and arms on top of the hassock.”
“Caesar knew what was coming. He trotted in circles around the hassock, watching, as Doreen slathered the lubricant into the crack between Bill’s buttocks, and worked a finger into his anus.”
“Bill wriggled his hips like a woman. He muttered something, and Doreen worked a second finger into him. She worked as deep as se could, loosening him up.”
“Then she called Caesar and said, ‘Up, up, Caesar. Fuck, fuck …'”
“The mastiff reacted like a button had been pushed. The word ‘fuck’ made him quiveringly alert. His penis started to slide down into view.”
“Bill reached back and pulled his buttocks apart. His anus was visible, a small, brownish, puckered, closed opening. Caesar snorted and mounted Bill. His big front paws were planted on either side of Bill’s shoulders.”
“I noticed that Doreen had smeared some lubricant on her right hand. She took Caesar’s long, stiff broom-handle of a penis in that hand and guided the huge dog’s thrusts.”
“Bill grunted when the end of Caesar’s penis stabbed into his anus. He gasped, ‘Jesus!’ and then groaned and grunted as the rest of the solid, pinkish red shaft was jabbed deep-deep-deep into his rectum with quick, vicious thrusts.”
“I winced the way Marsha had winced when Caesar had plunged into Doreen earlier. I could almost feel that big thing penetrating, ramming up into my colon … the way it was into Bill’s.”
“Bill reached wide and hugged the round sides of the hassock. His eyes were closed tight. He groaned, ‘Jesus God.'”
“Caesar panted and plunged eagerly. At least eight thick inches of stiff mastiff penis was pushed and pulled with startling, shocking speed in and out of Bill’s rectum.”
“Bill was breathing loud and fast through his nose. Caesar’s plunges into his anus were driving Bill in reflex lunges forward on the top of the hassock.”
“Doreen sat on the floor and I watched. I couldn’t see her face.”
“Looking back on it, with Bill letting himself get fucked like that by Caesar, I think now Bill is a homo. Especially since Doreen likes to get it that way. I think Bill fucks her that way almost exclusively and probably imagines she’s a boy while he’s doing it.”
“Anyway, Caesar fucked him hard and fast for about three minutes. The breath was rasping in and out of Bill and he started groaning toward the end of it in a special way. Like he was enjoying it … very much.”
“Finally Caesar squirted his stuff into Bill’s rectum and pulled out and walked a little distance away and flopped down on the carpet on his side and looked around at everybody, his tongue hanging out, grinning at everybody.”
“Bill got off the hassock slowly. As he raised up we all saw he had a big hard on, and there was a sticky little mesa of semen on his belly and on the plastic surface where his belly had pressed his penis.”
“Bill grinned, too, a little bit self-consciously, I think. He said, ‘Caesar will be ready, willing, and able again in about an hour if there are any volunteers …?’ He pulled up his pants as he said this.”
“But nobody wanted to make it with Caesar. The girls were afraid of him–too big. The other men didn’t dig what Bill had just done.”\
“Getting back to Marsha and Khan … the first time he mounted her and fucked her till she had an orgasm was on a Sunday morning. Ah, yes, I remember it well.”
“It was a hot, sunshiny morning, and we were lying in bed naked, with the sun pouring in on us.”
“Marsha said, ‘Want to get sucked off?’ She’ll say things like that, out of love and goodheartedness. She’s a great wife for me.”
“I said, ‘Sure, want me to get Khan?'”
“She nodded; she didn’t blush. We’d been training him for months, off and on. I opened the bedroom door and called him. He trotted into the bedroom immediately. He knew.”
“Marsha got into position and Khan immediately started licking her crotch. I started to get hard from seeing it.”
“I was on the bed beside her and saw her reaction–she loved it. A long ‘ohhhh’ came from her throat and she turned her head to me. ‘Give it to me.’ She meant I was to feed her my penis.”
“I said, ‘In a minute.’ I wanted to be sucked off by her while Khan was fucking her, if possible. I told her and she nodded okay. She gripped my hand as Khan licked her with that long, wet, rough tongue.”
“I could see little muscles twitch and jump in her cheek. I said to Khan, ‘Good boy. Keep it up, boy.’ I reached down and petted his head. He rolled his eyes at me and kept on licking her. I saw his tongue-tip curl into her vulva, right in between the lips, for a good taste.”
“He whined and licked into her again and again, as if relishing a strange, exotic sauce. Whatever is in her juices he likes it a lot.”
“Marsha gripped my hand harder and harder. Her hips began to work in slow undulations. Her belly sucked in and released quickly. ‘Harry …'”
“I kissed her on the mouth. Her tongue leaped into my mouth and her lips opened like hot petals. She moaned into my mouth softly and fluttered her tongue madly.”
“Then Khan seemed to tire of the licking game and on his own jumped himself up so he was in fucking position between her thighs at the edge of the bed. He did his little dance with his hind feet. His penis was out, stiff and pink, and he prodded at her crotch.”
“Marsha broke our kiss when he jumped his forelegs up onto the bed on either side of her breasts. ‘Oh, good boy, Khan.’ She stroked his sides and reached under to guide his penis. She held the end of the sheath, since his exposed pink shaft was very sensitive.”
“Marsha was very intent. I could see pure lust in her eyes, unashamed lust. It’s hard to describe–a kind of intent look, and kind of glazed, too. She was breathing fast.”
“Suddenly she got him into her and he thumped all of his penis into her instantly, and kept banging away as fast as he could.”
” ‘OH!’ Marsha jerked and shuddered and started to come. She threw her head back, then from side to side. She managed to gasp, ‘OH, GOOD BOY KHAN!'”
“I patted him and moved up to present my penis to her lips. She saw it and moved her head to allow me to push it into her mouth.”
“I was aware of Khan’s head and shoulders close by–he was watching us as he fucked her. It was unusual. But it gave an added thrill to the action. I was as hard as I’ve been in years. Tingling.”
“I fed Marsha about four inches and filled her mouth. She sucked me deliciously–fervently, in a kind of frantic urgency, and in a state of extreme arousal. In fact, she was trembling on the brink of orgasm. She was writhing, clutching Khan’s neck with one arm and urging me with a hand on my buttocks to thrust all my penis down into her mouth, into her throat. Her hot breath hissed around my glans in her mouth. Her tongue lashed and slithered on it.”
“But I didn’t press all the way in; she needed her air too much. She was panting heavily. She closed her eyes tight and spasmed, trembling with pleasure as Khan kept on punching his penis into her, driving hard, rubbing the tip of his furry white sheath into her open cleft.”
“All the while he was fucking her, Khan lolled his tongue, did his little two-footed dance between her thighs, and panted, too, in the quick-breathing way of animals.”
“I was close, getting the old familiar hot glow of sensation and deep tingling that meant the peak was rolling up to the surface.”\
“Marsha’s mouth became a scalding heaven for me. In the throes of her\ orgasm she did something special with her mouth and tongue a kind of rippling clutch that milked my penis and brought me off right then, almost instantly.”
“She was moaning loudly on and around my penis, and sucking like a\ maniac. I shot deep into her mouth. I was staring down at her and her opened eyes were glazed–she hardly knew where she was, only that her mouth was full of my spurting penis and she was being fucked incredibly fast.”
“She swallowed automatically and gasped and gurgled and swallowed more as her clutching mouth and tongue refused to let my penis be withdrawn. Her hand on my buttocks still urged me deeper.”
“Then she abruptly turned her head, my penis slipped from her lips, and she was gasping like a bellows, her chest rising and falling under Khan. Her nipples were hard little red spikes.”
“Marsha gave a series of short, sharp groans, almost like barks. Her eyes closed tight. She clutched Khan with both arms, so that he had trouble getting enough curve into his spine that down-arch that drives his whole rump and loins.”
“Khan was frantic, too, and was making it. He growled softly, pantingly, and tried to hug Marsha with his forelegs, to dig his paws under her in a way, for better leverage.”
“I confess I get a tremendous kick out of seeing Khan’s penis belt in and out of her that way–it’s incredible. I can understand why it gives her so much pleasure, purely as a physical thing–having that long, thin penis pistoning in her while the furry sheath hits her open vulva and tickles the hell out of her clitoris at the same time. That sheath–or fur-covered scabbard would be a better way of describing it–seems almost designed to fit into the gaping vulva of a woman when she’s got her thighs wide open and is hot and bothered.”
“Marsha tells me the sensation is indescribable. She gets a funny look in her eyes when she talks about it. And as a matter of fact, we don’t fuck much anymore. She hasn’t really wanted it from me for … since just after she made it with Khan. Hmm. Should I be jealous?”
“No, seriously, it’s okay with me. I like to see her enjoy life, and Khan, too. He enjoys fucking her. We’re a family now.”
“That sounds weird, but it’s true. Almost every night we have him into the bedroom, and sometimes during the day.”
“I don’t know–maybe she and Khan go at it during the day when I’m working. It wouldn’t surprise me. It wouldn’t disturb me. She used to use the vibrator a lot when I wasn’t home, so …”
“I don’t miss fucking her. I actually prefer her mouth. She is an expert at it, and when she sucks me when she’s supremely aroused–like when Khan is licking her or fucking her–wowee, does she go to town and get me off beautifully!”
“And watching them together is a kick for me–I told you that–yes, and–well, I suggested we think about a bigger dog in a few years, when Khan is old. A Great Dane or a mastiff. That would thrill me seeing Marsha take the penis of a full-grown mastiff. Wham-wham-wham! Eight inches into her like a steam hammer.”
“But you know women–she’s afraid of something that big. She likes Khan’s size. So I suppose that’s the way it’ll be.”
“The future–well, eventually, I suppose we’ll get tired of Khan. Even Marsha will.”
“We’re in contact with a small group–a few couples–who are experimenting with a fucking machine. A real machine. Some of the husbands are mechanical–in the aircraft industry and electronics and they’re putting one together in a basement. It’s for the women, a kind of masturbation of them, effortless. They’ll just lie down, fit themselves to the size dildo they put on the machine, and turn it on. Dials for speed and depth of thrust and everything. They claim it’s for science, for sexology research. With the way things are going, you never can tell–they might end up selling it to some government research group for a million dollars. Can’t you just see the clerks in the patent office when …”
“I’m waiting for the suck-off machine to come along. That’ll be quite a civilization we’ll have–sex between men and women will be obsolete because the machines will perform better and never get tired or cranky or …”
“Of course that’s the far future. For me, I don’t think I’ll ever find anyone better suited to me than Marsha.”
THE END