Feature Writer: R. E. Geis
Feature Title: The show goes on
Story Codes: Bestiality
The Show Goes On (PART 4 OF 5)
In these days of wide-open sexual exhibitions–“adult” theaters showing hard-core pornographic films, and books available of all sexual varieties, often illustrated as graphically as it is possible to get–and even of live sexual exhibitions in nightclubs; in these times it is easy to become sated and tired of “the same old fucking and sucking,” and a desire for variety and to see even more “forbidden” sex acts becomes evident in most sophisticates and consumers of sex material. But commercial sex acts involving animals am as old as man. Ebing recorded the following: “A monstrous example of this moral depravity in large cities is related by Maschka (Handb., iii.); it is the case of a Parisian female who showed herself in a sexual act with a trained bulldog, to a secret circle of roues, at, ten francs a head.”
And John Trimble has this to add: “Actually, of course, there is usually a difference in these paid performances, in that the female is doing it for money only, and not for pleasure. But this is far from always being the situation. Few people will do something they absolutely abhor JUST for money. And one of the most interesting case histories I have compiled for this work [Female Bestiality] concerns a beautiful young prostitute who enjoys being cunnilingued and coited with by a dog as well as gaining pleasure from being watched in this performance. To her, it is not all an act, but something to which she genuinely looks forward.”
Trimble’s example fits my experience as I relate it below. A friend called me on the phone and told me about a discreet little place where a girl-dog act was playing, and invited me to come along that night with him and his wife. I accepted and we arrived at the place about nine o’clock that night–at a private home. At the door I was asked to submit to a search and to swear in writing that I was not a police officer or informant, and that I wished to see a sexual exhibition of an unusual kind, that I was there of my own free will and would not report what I had seen to any law-enforcement agency. (This event occurred some months ago. The house is now empty–unrented–and I have no idea where the people have gone. I hope my reporting of the affair in this book does not constitute a violation of that signed statement. In any event, I never knew their names.)
The physical search was done on the men by a man who let us in and took our money. The woman in our group was searched by a small, thin young woman in a red wig who wore sunglasses. I almost always carry around my zip-ease and in it I always have a copy or two of one of my books. My credentials. And, like as not, I’ll also have along my cassette tape-recorder/player. The man insisted on looking into my case, of course, and I explained who I was and what I wrote … He didn’t look interested. It was clear that he didn’t want anybody getting in with a camera. All of us did so swear and sign. We then each paid $20.00 for entrance. The house was large and old, with a big, square living room. At one end were a pair of wide sliding doors leading to a parlor or dining room. The doors were closed.
Sofas and chairs were arranged facing these doors. There were about twenty people already seated, waiting. There were only three other women present. There was very little conversation. Most of the people appeared ill at ease. Fifteen minutes passed, and a few more men entered and filled the remaining empty places. At about nine-thirty the lights were turned off and we sat in darkness for a moment. We could see a line of amber light under and between the closed sliding doors that we all faced.
Then the doors were rumbled open from the other side. We saw a blanket-covered king-size mattress on a roughly carpentered unpainted wooden platform. Yellow light poured down on the mattress from spotlights hidden high and to the left and right inside the wide doorway. We saw no one. The room appeared to be empty. Then a hidden phonograph or tape player came on–playing Scheherezade. The quality was thin and low fidelity.
A door in the back of the other room opened and a slim girl stepped into sight. She was short, with an obvious blonde wig, and in addition wore a black mask over her eyes and nose. She was the girl in the red wig who had searched the females in the audience. She wasn’t naked. She wore a striptease gown of shimmering blue that had obviously seen better days. It seemed too big for her and I got the impression it was a castoff. She stepped up onto the mattress and began an amateur striptease.
Some of the people grumbled out loud: “Bring on the dogs!”
“Twenty bucks for this?”
The girl kept on stripping. After a few more minutes she was naked, doing some effective bumps and grinds. She had a sinuous, erotic movement to her hips which was very sensual and which I thought showed professional training. Her belly was flat and in its flexing showed good condition and taut muscles. Her breasts were exceptionally well-formed, conical, firm, buoyant, with small pink nipples erect with the stimulation caused by her movements. She was not a natural blonde–if her wig was intended to indicate her true hair color–because her pubic hair was thin and narrowly grown on her mound, and a rich brown in color. The lips of her vulva were easily seen. In fact, they were garishly visible because of having been outlined by a vividly red lipstick.
She didn’t speak.
When Scheherezade ended she paused until someone out of our sight changed a record to a slow, rhythmic drumbeat. She snapped her fingers. The far door opened and two fully grown Great Danes came into the room. One was golden yellow in color with erratic black stripes in his coat. He wore a wide blue collar with big blue glass “jewels”.
The other was brown-black with white stripes on his chest. He wore a matching collar but colored red, with red “jewels”. They were magnificent dogs; alert, heads held high, disciplined. Their ears twitched and they smelled the audience, but they kept their eyes on the girl, their mistress. They were very clean and well groomed; their coats shone.
She gestured and they leaped up onto the covered mattress and came to a perfect “heel” position, one on either side of her. Their backs were on a level with her crotch.
Some of the audience clapped lightly.
Whoever was at the phonograph or tape player turned up the sound; the drumbeat became insistent and all-pervading. The brilliant yellow light poured down on the girl and her dogs. She turned to face the golden yellow Dane. She stroked his head a few seconds, then put her hands on her naked hips and spread her feet about two-and-a-half feet apart.
It was a signal. The Dane before her sat on his haunches and extended his head forward and began licking at her vulva.
Those who could see it clearly stirred with excitement. The other Dane began lapping at her crotch from behind. His long tongue wet the cheeks of her small, round buttocks. He licked between. He pressed his nose up against the soft crack and seemed to be trying to reach the long slobbering tongue of the other Dane.
The girl had thrown her head back. She stood with her hands still on her hips, legs wide. She breathed irregularly. The Dane at her front was licking her eagerly, obviously enjoying it. The inner surfaces of her upper thighs were wet from his tongue, as was her thin brown pubic hair. His tongue curled out continuously to delve between her thighs. From where I sat I could see the lipsticked edges of her vulva. Her stance tended to pull the lips apart. The dog’s tongue often lapped into the opening. When that happened she visibly trembled. After a few moments her hips began to rock and her belly rippled. She appeared, for short periods, to be fucking the dog’s tongue.
I saw that tongue go into her vulva with increasing frequency. I think it may even have speared into her vagina once or twice.
Both dogs were becoming more excited. They sniffed loudly and pressed their muzzles more enthusiastically into her crotch from in front and behind. The girl gestured and the dogs stopped. She was breathing fast. She licked her lips. She dropped to her knees and murmured to the animals. She sat on her heels. On her knees she was smaller than either of the Danes. The big dogs stood still but were nervous and anxious. Their tails whipped back and forth. Their jaws opened and their tongues lolled and they grinned. She reached under each dog with each hand and gently stroked their bellies with her palms. Her hands cupped their furry white sheaths.
Each Dane seemed to prance excitedly in position. Each dog’s penis emerged–long and pink. She played with their penises. She was gentle. She moved forward on hands and knees. She spoke to the brown-black Dane. He jumped up on her from behind. His fore-legs and paws rested on her shoulders. He was huge compared to her. She looked small and fragile and pink and white, naked and vulnerable compared to the big dog covering her. He began poking at her crotch. His penis was all the way out–a long thing, like a pink-mauve hose. She patted the blanket in front of her and the other Dane trotted in a circle, and finally came to stand sideways to her head. He stood patiently, at attention, waiting, watching the other Dane searching for an entrance to her body,
The girl was bearing a lot of weight–the dog resting most of his weight on her back had to weigh something around one hundred and fifty pounds. She reached under, through her crotch, and formed her palm into a channel to guide the dog’s penis to her vagina. The touch of her hand spurred him to a closer contact with her loins, and a quicker series of jabs.
Suddenly he was into her. She winced at the spasmodic, deep penetration.
The Dane gave a yipping, delighted bark and gripped her shoulders with his front paws in an almost human way, and curved in back and loins in constant, pounding motion. He fucked her hard and fast. Under him, the girl was braced on all fours. She had her head down. Her body shook with his plunges. Her eyes were half-closed. Her mouth was open.
I noticed that the people in the audience were sitting forward, craning for a better angle.
The dog tired after a minute. She said a word to him. He jumped down off her back, pulling out of her. His penis was easily six inches long, wet and slippery-looking. She said another word or two and the Dane which had been standing patiently by her head circled around and hopped up on her in the other dog’s place. His penis slid out as if on command. He waited, in place, for her to reach under and guide him in.
She took him more easily. Her breathing was faster and it seemed to me she was beginning to enjoy the sheer physical sensations of the very fast fucking she was getting. She did not, ever, look at the audience. We were only about seven to eight feet away at the closest.
The second dog lasted another few minutes. Then he hopped down and the first dog got on her again. She took him in. The other dog stood by her head once again, his penis hanging out, jerking slightly. She had her eyes closed. Her face twitched and the artery in the side of her neck was throbbing heavily. Her hands were clutching the blanket tightly. She began breathing hoarsely when the second Great Dane took his turn again. She lurched under his weight. She began to moan … and it sounded real. There were a few in the audience who were breathing almost as loudly as she. It was during the first dog’s third mounting of her that she appeared to have an orgasm. She was shaking under him. She gritted her teeth as he fucked her fast, continually so fast and hard, pounding his penis into her from behind, getting his hairy sheath in there, too, between the lips of her vulva.
Her face looked strained, intense. Then she began panting, sucking for air and more air. She cried out, “OH-OH-OH-OH …” and her face twisted in an expression of pure agony, but it was agony of pleasure, not pain. The dog plunged into her excitedly. He smelled her coming and her supreme excitement and he barked loudly as he fucked her. The other dog stood by her head, still disciplined, obeying. As soon as her pleasure subsided she stunned everyone in the audience by leaning forward a little and dipping her head under that dog’s belly. His penis was still hanging out. She turned her head and opened her mouth and started sucking him. She sucked him as if she liked doing it. And the first dog was still fucking her, hanging onto her, drilling her.
It was astounding and disgusting. If her getting fucked by the dogs until she had an orgasm was a turn-on for most of the audience, her sucking one of the dogs was a turn-off for most. One of the women was sick to her stomach. She stumbled out of the room with her companion. The dog she was sucking stood rigidly still, but his legs seemed to tremble. He kept turning his head to look at her. She sucked him for several minutes. She was obviously willing to suck him to ejaculation.
One of the customers said, “Let’s see him shoot that jizz!”
The dog who was fucking her got tired and hopped off. He circled around and sat down to watch. The dog trembled more. His hind quarters gave small coital thrusts. He couldn’t control himself. The girl knelt to a more comfortable position on her left side and elbow. She reached up with her right hand and patted his left flank. She worked her mouth on his penis. The dog could not restrain his instincts. The intense pleasure was overriding his training. He began fucking her mouth more and more violently. His pink hose went far into her mouth. He couldn’t control the depth. He didn’t care.
She gagged and then put her free hand in front of her mouth, curled into a tunnel, to prevent him from plunging all of his six or more inches, plus the hairy base, into her clinging mouth. The Dane fucked furiously, panting and heaving. Her head was jostled by his thrusts against her hand. Suddenly she pulled her head aside. We saw the dog shoot plumes of white stuff in an arc to the blanket. She kept her hand on his penis, and finished him by hand. He whimpered as he spurted.
The other Dane jumped into position. He was eager–his penis was erect–and he sniffed the girl’s crotch. She petted the first dog and told him to “sit.”
He obeyed.
She turned to the second, waiting dog. Immediately, without hesitation, she dipped her head under his belly and clasped her lips over the end of his taut penis. This dog was less well-trained, or more eager. He began mouth-fucking her immediately. Again, she used her hand to prevent too deep penetration.
She sucked wetly.
She wasn’t quick enough this time–she obviously took a spurt of his semen into her mouth. She flung her head aside and spat it out into her palm as the dog shot his stuff without benefit of her hand stroking him. Abruptly the dining room doors rumbled closed and lights came on in the living room. It was time to go; the show was over.
I wanted to try to interview the girl. On impulse I knocked on the closed doors. After a few seconds they parted a few inches. The man looked out. I told him what I wanted. He said to wait a minute. He came back and asked if I’d pay anything. I said no. He went away again, and returned to say I could have a few minutes if I didn’t get too nosy. While my friends agreed to wait outside in the car, I was taken in across the blanket-covered mattress to a back bedroom.
The girl was sitting cross-legged on an old club chair, wearing a blue shift, still with her wig and mask on. She was spooning chocolate ice cream from a white cereal bowl. It was agreed no names would be used. She was sometimes breathtakingly honest. The man stayed in the room with us and occasionally vetoed a question.
THE INTERVIEW:
Geis: I keep asking myself why you do an act like this. Is it strictly for money, or do you enjoy it?
Girl: For money. It’s gotta be for money.
Geis: But it looked like you had an orgasm during the act. Did you?
Girl: I can’t help that. I mean, sure, sometimes. But that isn’t why I do it.
Geis: The dogs are beautiful animals and excellently trained. Did you train them yourself?
Girl: Well, yeah, sure. From puppies almost. We planned this–”
Man: Don’t talk about that. Shut up about us.
Geis: Let me ask … I’ll try … In the detail of the act, where you take the dogs’ penises in your mouth … the question is … do they taste any different from a man?
Girl: The come tastes like rotten caviar or something like that. It’s evil.
Geis: How did you start doing this?
Man: No.
Geis: Well, could you tell how or why you first let a dog have intercourse with you?
Girl: He was a pet and I was just a stupid kid. I was just fooling around with him. It tickled.
Geis: How many times have you done this?
Girl: This act? About-
Man: Don’t tell him.
Geis: Well … Have you ever done it with other animals–besides dogs?
Girl: No, just dogs. I like dogs.
Geis: Is that ice cream to get the taste of semen out of your mouth?
Girl: Yeah. I can never tell exactly when it’s going to shoot.
Geis: Do you think a trained dog such as your Danes makes a better lover than a man?
Girl: Some ways. Beelz–well, the one who finished me tonight, he’ll get me off almost every time, if I start with him. There’s just something about him that does it to me. I don’t know why. And sometimes you’d swear they could talk with their eyes …
Geis: Do you have trouble making it with a man?
Girl: Yeah, I really do. I give up trying, mostly. I get too tense or something. I can’t relax right.
Geis: Do you get a better, stronger orgasm from having a big dog … well, fuck you … than from a man?
Girl: I don’t know. When I make it the first time from screwing a guy I’ll let you know.
Geis: Have you had any kind of orgasm at all from a man?
Girl: If they go down on me, I come. That’s the only way. And it takes too long. They don’t like to do it that long.
Geis: Do you come quickly when your dogs lick you?
Girl: Um-hmm. Their tongues are different. They send all kinds of shivers through me. It gets so strong I can’t stand it.
Geis: So a man isn’t much use to you.
Girl: Not for sex.
Geis: Ever try making it with a woman?
Girl: Once. I didn’t dig it I only let her go ahead because I was curious. It was nothing–no feeling, no matter what she did.
Geis: Are the dogs ready to go every day? Do you get more than one performance out of them a day?
Man: That’s enough. That’s it. We’ve got things to do. Turn that thing off.
And that was the end of the interview. It was just enough to show that the girl is deeply disturbed. She has a king-size psychosexual hangup. It probably started in childhood, not with her first dog, but in her relationship with her parents. It is tempting to speculate that her parents rejected her and denied her love and a place in their lives. She was left feeling inferior, not worthy of human love and status. She found that dogs loved her and accepted her. Men–other people–she could not trust, could not give herself to them. So she values herself–as a reject–lower than human, deserving to be in the dregs of life, fit only for degrading sex shows with her dogs … because she was convinced as a child she wasn’t good enough to be loved by her parents. That meant there had to be something wrong with her, didn’t it? That’s how a child reasons. He takes his values and value from the most important people in the world. He knows no others during those first critical years of life. As I say–it is tempting to speculate that this was what happened to this girl. But we’ll probably never know.
THE END