When we received your letter asking for experiences relating to
animal exhibitions, it brought Jim and me back to one of the most
erotic experiences of our lives. To relate this, I must start at
the beginning:
Donna and Karl and Jim and I decided to celebrate Donna’s 27th
birthday by spending a week in Havana together (before Castro, of
course). Now Donna, who was (at this time) much bolder and freer
regarding sex than I, had been to Cuba before, Jim and I had not.
They told us about the fantastic live sex shows and of a special
show with a beautiful blonde and a Great Dane. When they told us
this, I was somewhat disgusted but still excited by the thought.
I had always wanted to be more like Donna and after listening to
her stories about Havana, I viewed this trip as my chance to let
go and experience pleasure without the guilt. Little did I
realize the sensual heights to which I would be taken.
Donna, as is her nature, took over. She made the plans and the
reservations for everything: Hotel (two bedroom suite) ait (first
class) and entertainment (as erotic as possible). Then she start-
ed in on my wardrobe which, at this time, was on the conservative
side. With her direction, I purchased clinging satin evening
dresses, very reveling swimwear (“to be seen in not swim in”) and
underthings designed for an overactive libido. I bought filmy
bras with holes for my nipples to stick out, sheer lace and silk
French-cut panties, and cheek exposing shorts and nightwear that
screamed, “fuck me”.
After shopping, we stopped by Donna’s to try on our purchases and
have a drink. While trying on some of the things, Donna noticed
me staring between her legs. She was completely shaved. I told
her how lovely I thought her pussy looked without hair, the deep
coral of her vulva standing in bright contrast to her pale skin.
She told me that shaving was first Karl’s idea and she was now
happy to have agreed, because the shaved pubes had greatly en-
hanced her sexual pleasure and intensified her orgasms. She said
that my husband wanted me to shave but did not know how to broach
the subject with me. I said, “I’ll do it!” “It will be a nice
surprise for Jim and I won’t let him see it until our first night
in Havana”. Donna got the shaving supplies while I disrobed. We
went into the bathroom and I sat on the edge of the tub and
spread my legs for her. She began by clipping my pubic hair with
a small scissors and then lathering me up for the razor.
This was the first time that I had ever been touched so intimate-
ly by another woman. At the start, I could feel an orgasm build-
ing deep within me and by the time she applied a soothing aloe
gel between my legs I was whimpering with passion. When she said,
“you have a very beautiful pussy”, and ran her tongue up it’s
length to my clitoris, I came with a soft shudder.
She told me that this was just the beginning and that this trip
would open doors of pleasure that I could not even imagine. I
could only wonder how anything could feel better that what I had
just felt.
Our flight departed at 7:30 in the morning so we really needed a
good nights sleep so it was easy to keep from Jim the hairless
surprise between my legs. On the way to the airport Donna and I
laughed and discussed “Jim’s surprise” and how much he was going
to enjoy it. When he asked, I told him that I couldn’t tell him
what it was, that I would have to show him; he asked if I could
show him on the plane and we joked and laughed about this until
we boarded our flight.
I had worn a very short black leather skirt that showed off my
legs all of the way up and I found myself enjoying very much the
glances that I was getting at the airport. Donna and Karl sat
across from us and the first thing that they did was cover their
laps with a blanket and snuggle and stroke each other. Between
watching them and seeing the other men looking at my thighs,
which I had spread slightly, I was turning on. After two drinks,
I asked Jim if he would like to feel, at least, his surprise. Of
course he said “yes”.
I told him to get a blanket from the overhead bin and to cover us
and pretend that we were asleep. We moved the seat backs down and
lifted the arm rest. I then took Jim’s hand and placed it between
my thighs and guided his fingers under my panties to my smooth
mound and pussy which was wet with desire.
As soon as he touched me, he opened his eyes and smiled the
biggest smile possible. I reached between his legs and lightly
grasped his erection. He leaned over and whispered, “I can’t wait
to stick my tongue in you and suck your pussy and your hard
little cIit!”
I put my mouth on his ear and licked inside and said, “I’m going
to shave your balls and suck you until you shoot your hot juicy
come into my mouth!” I had never ever said things like this
before and I think I shocked myself more than Jim. I could feel
his hardness grow and throb in my fingers and I said that we had
better quit before we wasted an orgasm. By the time we reached
our hotel, I was both in a state of high excitement and very
tired.
After we had unpacked, I decided to lie down for a few hours. I
knew that the night would be a long one and I wanted to be fresh.
We agreed to meet at the hotel’s poolside cafe for an early
dinner, before leaving for the “Show Erotique” at Smoker’s Club.
I slept for over six hours and then got up quite refreshed! I
took a shower and dressed in one of my new outfits: White nylons
& garters, French-cut silk lined lace panties, a sheer bra with
cutouts for my nipples and a white lace, scooped-neck dress with
a high slit up each side.
The bra cutouts had elastic around them and they squeezed my
nipples outward so that by rubbing against the silk lining of my
dress, they stayed hard and the tight panties against my bare
slit had my clitoris more sensitive than usual. As I walked down
toward the pool area, I almost came just from the movement
against my clothes. I suspected that Donna knew the effect this
would have on me when she chose this outfit.
My group was sitting at a table with one of the most beautiful
women I had ever seen. Her blonde hair was cut in a short pixie
style and her jade green silk dress set off her large blue eyes.
She had a perfect mouth and large firm breasts and her large
nipples were visible through the material of her dress. Her slim
legs were perfectly tanned and perfect in every way. She was
introduced to me as Ilse, a friend of Donna and Karl.
She told me that I looked lovely and complimented me on my out-
fit. The five of us ordered dinner and discussed our plans for
the evening. I asked Ilse if she had ever seen the show at Smok-
er’s and she laughed and said, “many times”. “I believe that you
will find it quite exciting”. She then excused herself, stating
that she had to get ready. She kissed me good-by on my cheek and
just the touch of her lips and her scent made my vulva contract
and moisten.
I don’t know,really, what I expected Smoker’s Club to be but
certainly not what I found. Smoker’s was a walled mansion about
15 miles outside of Havana on the Gulf. Guards at the gate took
our invations (tickets) and checked our names off of their list
and let us through. This was couples night and we were led into a
large room that looked as though it could seat 200 people on
large curved couches around a raised stage.
Because there were only about 75 couples there, we had plenty of
room. Donna and Karl were seated to one side of us and an older
(40’s) German couple on the other side. While drinks were being
served, the German couple introduced themselves as Albert and
Martha. She said that they were seeing the show for the fourth
time and that it was the most exciting thing that she had ever
seen and that she was getting very wet just thinking about it.
She was wearing a low cut dress that matched the deep blue couch-
es and it was hiked up reveling her thighs above her stocking
tops. Her husband was stroking her thighs and running his hand up
in between her legs. Jim whispered to me that their foreplay was
giving him a hard-on and placed my hand on his cock to prove it.
Just then, the house lights dimmed and two voices, one male and
the other female, began to address us: “Good evening lovers!”
“Welcome to what could prove to be the most sensual and erotic
night of your lives!” Then the women’s voice: “Ladies, allow
yourselves to relax!’ “Let yourselves be enfolded in pleasure,
like the soft flesh that enfolds the clitoris!” “Our first foray
into this world of pleasure is before you now!” “It is called
Awakening!”
The stage lights came up to show a young girls bedroom; all white
and lacy with loads of stuffed animals. On the bed were two young
girls. As they began giggling over a sex magazine, I snuggled
closer to Jim and put his arm around my shoulder and his hand on
my breast. The touch of his fingers on my exposed, and already
hard nipple, caused a most wonderful feeling deep inside of me.
The girls on stage were in tiny Baby Doll’s and were talking
about how much they wanted to make love. They took out a very
large dildo and talked about how good it would feel inside of
them. They then began kissing and fondling and undressing each
other. When Jim and I saw that both of the girls were shaved, we
smiled knowingly at each other. Each of the girls had firm
breasts, with cute up turned nipples. As they began fingering
each other and sucking each other’s breasts, I glanced over at
Martha who had pulled down the top of her dress and was pulling
on her own nipples, while her husband was rubbing her between her
legs. On the other side of me, Karl was sucking on Donna’s nip-
ples. I felt enveloped by sex.
When the girls on stage got into position to lick each other, I
slipped off my panties and placed Jim’s hand between my legs. He
touched me just lightly enough to cause quick plant-like contrac-
tions of my moist vulva. Every couple in the place were caressing
and fondling each other. On stage, a boy of about eighteen joined
the girls on the bed; they undressed him, to much giggling, to
show a very large and hard penis.
They both began sucking and licking this beautiful organ. One of
the girls licked his ass and eased her index finger up into it.
He moaned and told her how good it felt. By this time, Donna had
Karl’s erection out and was slowly stroking the head with her
fingers. I told Jim that I wanted to make love right there, but
he said,”No, lets wait!’ “The best is yet to come!’ The boy then
placed himself between one of the girls legs and eased into her.
The other girl sucked on her friends nipples, while the boy
slowly pumped in and out. The second girl then rubbed and
squeezed his balls and licked his ass. I was so hot that I almost
passed out!
The boy then removed himself from the girls soft wetness; his
shaft was all slick and shiny with her juices. He then positioned
her on her knees and entered her bald slit from behind. The other
girl got underneath them and placed her mouth on her friend’s
cock-filled pussy. The boy stopped his movements long enough to
insert the dildo into his lover’s asshole. She cried out, “Oh
yes!” “Fuck me, please fuck me!” “I want to come!’
At this, his movements became faster, until he withdrew his
spurting member and allowed the girl under them to taste his
creamy outpouring. His considerable output overflowed her mouth
and ran down her chin and cheeks. He continued to pump himself
with his hand and shot another full load on her shaved mound and
vulva. The other girl then licked and sucked this delicious male
essence from her lips and mouth and pussy, before sucking the
last dregs from the boy’s softening penis.
I stuck my tongue into Jim’s ear and told him that I wanted him
to come in my mouth. He kissed me deeply and plunged two fingers
into my sopping wet pussy. He said, “I want to taste you!’ As I
looked toward Donna and saw that Karl was on his knees between
her legs, licking her, Jim gently inserted his index finger into
my anus. I had never let him do this before. Now, I wondered why;
it felt so good and I was delirious with passion. I had already
come several times, during the show, and this was just the begin-
ning.
This act, before the main show, was followed by three others: A
women with four men; a very heavy woman with two midgets; and
five women with the “Superman of Cuba”, a tall, thin man, with
the largest penis I had ever seen or heard about. It reached to
just above his knee. At this point, the entire audience was in
the throes of passion. The woman in front of us had straddled her
husband (or date) and was looking right into my eyes, as she
moved on his penis and said, “Oh God I wish I had two in me!”
The stage was again dark, as was the room. A women’s voice
described the coming scene: “What you are about to see, is the
reason that you are all here this night!’ “In other times,
people believed that the souls of men, after their death, in
certain instances, passed into the bodies of certain animals!’
“Is this true?” “You be the judge!’ “When the lights came up,
the woman, that you’ll see before you, will have just received
notice that her lover was killed in battle!’ “Before leaving for
the war, he told her that should he die, she should look to their
dog for a sign of their love and that his soul still lived!’ My
heart was pounding so hard, at this point, that I was sure it
could be heard across the room.
Then, the stage was bathed in light. And there, sitting on a
brass bed with a huge tan Great Dane at her feet, was…….
Ilse! Donna smiled at me and said, “Surprise!” Well, I surely
was. Ilse was wearing only a white bustier, that uplifted her
breasts and exposed her large pink nipples. She was reading a
letter and saying to the dog, “Oh Casare, if only I could be
sure!’ She then sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs,
giving us a view of her hairless sex; the lips of her vulva,
rosette and full, like deep pink camellias, already wet, showing
the paler interior bud. With this, the dog, who acted more human
than animal, got up and began licking between Ilse’s legs. She
moaned, “Yes Casare it is you!” “That’s it!’ “Suck my pussy!’
“Make me come!”
When she called the dog upon the bed and placed him on his
back and began, lazily and slowly, stroking that huge, blood-red
dog penis, I had an orgasm that left me weak. The Great Dane’s
penis, when fully exposed, was very large (it looked to be about
12 inches long) and glistening and the knot formed by his come
filled balls was about the size of a large orange. The most
lascivious and exciting thing, that I had ever seen, was when
Ilse leaned over and licked and sucked that big red animal cock
that was already dripping come from the tip.
She opened her mouth and placed the dripping cock-head on her
tongue while slowly moving both of her palms along the shaft. At
that moment, all that I wanted was a dog dick in my mouth and in
my pussy and even in my ass. When Casare flooded her mouth with
his semen and she let it bubble over her lips and chin, the
sensuality in the room was so thick that we could almost taste
it. Ilse then swung her leg over the dog, straddling him, and
placed his still hard member in her. With her head hanging down
and doggie come still dripping and hanging in tendrils from her
mouth, she told Casare (and us) how good it felt to have him
inside of her.
She then slipped off and we got another look at Casare’s beauti-
ful penis, which seemed to have gotten bigger while inside of
Ilse. She removed her bustier, and positioned herself on her
knees, so that the dog could enter her “doggie style”. Like a
man, the dog gently wrapped his front paws around Ilse’s back
and, with help from her hand, eased into her wet pink slit. As he
pumped her faster and faster, she begged him to come. “Fuck me
Casare!” “That’s it, oh yes I feel your come!’ “Oh I love it!”
Language is inadequate to describe what I felt, when Ilse pulled
away from Casare’s penis, rolled on her back, grasped his wet
organ, urged him toward her face and began sucking, with loud
slurping sounds, his cock. We could, also, clearly see the come
running out of her and down her slender thighs. For this, the
language of the senses is required; that which only captures what
the body feels.
Ilse then pulled Casare down and again placed that wonderful
piece of hard flesh inside of her. She crossed her legs above his
haunches and while he, like a human male, remained still, she
moved her pelvis very slowly up and down and around his penis. I
could not understand how, after coming twice, copiously, the dog
was able to stay erect. We had a very good view of Casare’s
bright red penis, being held in Ilse’s sheath of pink wet flesh,
the lips clinging as it was slowly withdrawn and pushed inward.
She talked to the dog, as if they were long time lovers. She
reached between them and held the shaft in her tiny hand and
murmured, “Oh Casare I want you to come on my nipples just like
before!’ “I know how much you like that!’
“Come, come Casare” “Oh please, give me your come” “I want to
taste you again”, Ilse said, just before her urging hand caused
the dog to spurt his third load upon her breasts. She milked the
dregs from the dog’s penis and, as he rolled off of her, she
looked right at me, as she smiled and held her come covered
breast to her mouth and licked all around her nipple. The last
sight of her, before the stage lights went dark, that I had was
of her smiling eyes locked onto mine and her full lips glistening
with come.
Before the house lights came up, Donna took my hand, leaned over
toward me and asked, “How do you feel?” I squeezed her hand and
told her that all that I could think about was getting a cock
(human of otherwise) in me. She smiled and said, “The party’s
not over, yet!’ As we prepared to leave, one of the ushers asked
us to follow him. He led us out a side door and up a large curv-
ing staircase, into a large sitting room. He seated us on a
white, nubby cotton couch, that ran the entire length of the
wall.
In front of us, were three large round glass coffee tables, upon
which were pitchers of tropical drinks and a wide assortment of
cold fresh fruit. Our guide left us to the food and drink and our
thoughts. I could hear a shower running and I asked Donna what we
were doing there. She replied, somewhat cryptically, “You’ll
see!’ Just then, to my joy and surprise, from French doors that
opened to another room, Ilse, wearing only a red silk robe that
reached to mid-thigh, entered with Casare. Both were fresh from
a shower and slightly damp. She laughed and greeted us and said
to me, “So, Melody, did you enjoy what you saw?” “How did you
like my Casare?”
I was speechless for a moment, before blurting out that it was
the most exciting thing that I had ever seen, and, that I loved
the sight of Casare’s hard penis in her and in her mouth. “No
need to be ashamed, Melody”, she said, “Many women have felt this
way about this great animal”. Then, with the word, “Go!” she sent
him to me. He sat in front of me and gave me his paw to shake.
Ilse came over and stood beside him and petted his head. They
both smelled of expensive soap and cologne. She patted her chest
and said, “Up boy”, and the dog was standing on his hind legs,
with his front paws resting on Ilse’s shoulder’s.
Standing that way, the dog was a head taller than Ilse. I gasped,
when I saw that his penis and exposed knot were still erect. I
could not believe that he could remain so hard, after coming
three times and I said so. Ilse said that he was well trained and
could come more that a half dozen times in a single day. I barely
heard what she was saying; my heart was pounding in my ears, from
the closeness of that red pointed doggie penis that I could not
take my eyes off and that held a drop of fluid at the tip.
Ilse asked me if I wanted to touch it and I did. It was wet and
very hot to the touch. I don’t know what came over me, but I got
down on the floor and licked the pre-come from the tip of that
hot dog cock. The next thing that I remember, is Donna and Karl
sucking on my nipples and Ilse rubbing the dog’s huge penis on my
clitoris and down the wet lips of my vulva. My husband was strok-
ing his beautiful erection over my face and asking me if “it
feels good!’
They then placed me on my knees, with my butt up and Ilse licked
between my legs and then placed that dog penis in me. It felt
even hotter inside of me, than in my hand. He was so large and I
was so open and wet, that with his first thrust, I felt the tip
of that cock touch my womb. I was coming, from the first contact
of my soft flesh with that cock. He pumped faster and faster,
rubbing my clit with every stroke. The dog came, in what felt
like, torrents of hot come splashing against my womb and running
out of my pussy and down my thighs.
Ilse removed him from me and I rolled over on my back and felt my
pussy filled to overflowing with come. Ilse said, as she gently
stroked his still hard penis, “See, he has still more come for
you!’ With this, she brought him up to my face. I opened my
mouth, for at that moment, I wanted
nothing more than to suck on that big come covered dog cock. llse
continued to stroke him, while I sucked him as deeply as I could.
Ilse was saying, “Taste him!’ “He loves a mouth to come in!’
“Suck my lover’s cock!’ He wants to give you more of his hot
juicy come!”
Just then, the dog panted and filled my mouth to over flowing
with his essence. Donna said, “I want to taste it”, and stuck her
tongue into my mouth and licked the dog’s come from inside my
mouth and from where it ran down my cheeks and chin. It tasted
like salty honey which, as I found out later, was the result of
Ilse’s special diet for him.
Ilse then led the dog into another room and Donna and Karl began
sucking on my breasts and nipples. I asked them to stop and told
them that I could not come anymore. Jim said, “That’s what you
think”, as he began licking and sucking my come filled pussy.
While he did this, he inserted his finger in my bottom. I had
never let him do that before; I never realized how wonderful it
felt. Karl then placed me on top of him and plunged his penis
into me. It did not reach as deeply as the dog’s, but felt great,
none the less. My husband, to my surprise, then gently eased his
cock into my ass. I had thought about this act before and always
thought that it would be painful. I was wrong!
It was beautiful. I pushed both ways trying to get the two cocks
deeper within me. I could feel the two of them rubbing together
through the thin membrane separating them. The feeling was deli-
cious and I had seven shuddering orgasms, as these two cocks
buried deep within me, spurted and flooded my insides with thick,
hot come. At this point, I was euphoric and quite beyond satura-
tion.
We did not see Ilse again. When we said our good-byes that
night, we thought that there would be other nights like it. We
were dead wrong. After Castro, Cuba ceased to be a place of joy.
I have not been with a dog since, but for Donna and Karl and Jim
and me, that night has become our personal aphrodisiac, and, in
the remembering and the re-telling of the experience, we have
enjoyed many times, of frenzied fulfillment with each other.
Perhaps, you could join us for one of our “Remember Ilse” par-
ties. I promise that you would
not go home unhappy.
Much love, Melody & Jim
Reprinted from the Fall Issue of “The Wild Animal Revue” a publi-
cation devoted to the “Beauty and the Beast” theme from Farm
News, P.O. Box 608039, Orlando, FL 32860. Send SSAE for details
on obtaining this publication.
Letters to the Editor
Editors Note: We screen the letters carefully in order to present
what appears to be a true experience. Only the writer knows for
sure. We have rejected a large number which do not have the ring
of truth, at least to our ears. The following were sent in re-
cently and we believe you will enjoy them.
Letter from Texas
Dear Editor,
A long time ago when I was a kid, me and my buddy used to take
rides out in the country on my horse. “Chucha” was a skinny, run
of the mill mare, that I think, also liked to go to the country
and munch on the scarce grass in this part of Southwest Texas.
We, my buddy and I, especially had two favorite places to visit.
One was about two miles outside the city limits, a cow pond. The
other was the Rio Grande about one mile away. During the week
we’d go to the river so “Chucha” could eat grass while we skinny
dipped the river and enjoyed ourselves. On these outings we saw a
lot of hanky panky going on, couples copulating or skinny dip-
ping, and even homo acts, all from our hiding places. But one
time, at the cow pond, we saw something new and perplexing to us.
We were then about 10 years old and of course didn’t know about
people having sex with animals.
As usual on Saturday, we roamed the country on “Chucha”. No
saddle, two astride, back bone jabbing our.perineum, glad to
reach the cow pond and change roles from “Indian Chiefs on the
warpath” to “Tarzan”. But this time it turned out different. We
tied “Chucha” at the fence by a shade tree where there was grass
and proceeded across the fence towards the pond, about a block
away. Cautious, as always, ’cause we were trespassing, we made it
to the pond and started to disrobe to cool off in the pond.
Suddenly we heard voices, girlish voices.
We hid in the foliage and soon there appeared two girls on a
horse, one about 14, the little one about 12. They dismounted and
let the horse drink. They were chattering back and forth, but we
couldn’t make the words. We were scared to be discovered, because
they were probably the owner’s daughters. We decided to keep
still and hidden, sweat pouring out.
The big girl took her boots off and rolled her trouser legs up
some to sample the water. They said something to each other and
the little one took her boots off, and then her shirt (no bra),
then slid her trousers off and stood up in panties only. Holy
Cow! What a delicious morsel! There was more. Balancing on one
leg, she reached and yanked her panties off and jumped in the
water.
We decided to crawl closer to get a better view. Hearts pounding,
we got close enough to see everything and hear some words. The
older girl slid her trousers and panties off, then her blouse and
bra and stood up. Jesus Christ! What a sight! Proper little
breasts sticking out. She folded her clothes, then turned around
to place them in a neat little pile. What a gorgeous little butt!
Our hands were somewhere between our legs-of there own volition I
presume.
She joined the little one in the water and were having a great
time. At one time the little one squeezed the others breast and
the big one reached for somewhere under water. Just then, their
horse started to be restless and shifted and pawed the ground.
“Oh look” the little one shouted! We looked too! The horse had a
quivering hard on, displaying about two feet or more. The girls
guffawed the spectacle. “Look Janey! Look!” The horse was sniff-
ing the air, nostrils flared, and looking the direction where my
mare was tied. “What’s got into you, eh”? They walked out to pet
the horse, trying to calm it.
The horse kept on pawing and sniffing the air. While petting the
horse they unconsciously assumed several poses. We were treated
to a display of feminine charms this side of heaven. To be in
heaven all we needed was a heart attack. To get a better look at
the horse’s penis, the little one squatted down, splaying her
legs. She was facing us and we were facing “it”. Such a little
beauty for a ten year old boy to behold! Sweat was beaded on us
like marbles!
The horse was getting restless. They were talking, but we could-
n’t hear the gist of it, just a word now and then. They continued
to pet the horse and the horse wouldn’t settle down. But now, the
big girl, standing up, was crossing her legs at the hip, like as
if she was holding something between them. Both of them were
blushing a terrible scarlet. The little one had temporarily been
shielded by the big girl from our sight. Just for an instant,
when we saw her again, she was rubbing her cunny vigorously.
Seeing this industry in the little girls part, the big one did it
too. They were being carried away royally!
Something possessed them, then, acting as if one, simultaneously,
they grabbed the horses penis with both hands and proceeded to
jerk it up and down hard! They were oblivious of being stepped on
or trampled down, it seemed to us. I think that we were more
chicken just watching. The horse’s penis was now stretched full
out, maybe 30 inches. Wild eyed, huffing and puffing, the girls
were jerkin’ like they were afraid to let go. Then spurts of
gooey stuff shot out every which way! Some got on their hands,
too. The penis started to go soft. The girls, laughing like
maniacs, washed their hands in the pond, squatting down where we
saw right between their legs, all puffed apart and glistening wet
and red!
They sat in the shade giggling, The little one spread out her
legs and rubbed her cunny, seemed to us that she was displaying
to the big one. Their horse now started up again, pawing and
sniffing the air, then let go with a neigh and we heard a return
whinney from our mare.
The girls jumped up, in a hurry put their clothes on, crammed
their muddy feet in their boots, attempted to direct their horse
in a certain direction, the horse wanted to go towards our mare.
They hit it with a stick, the horse kicked back. After getting
away about 50 feet, we too put our clothes on, shoes, and skid-
daddled out of there! All excited we talked about our experience
all the way home, periodically looking back, expecting to see a
horny stallion gaining on us. We made plans to come back next
week but we never saw them again. This happened in 1946 on the
outskirts of Laredo, Texas. I’m male, 54, Chicano.
Letter from Ginger
When I was 16, we lived out in the country and my dad raised
quarter horses and I used to hide and watch them, I also had a
collie. My brother was the one who turned me on to this, he took
me out and showed me a stud horse putting it to a mare. I was so
turned on thinking about how his big dick must feel to that mare!
My brother took my cherry, I think he set this up just to get me
horny so I would let him do it. Anyway, after this I used to spy
on the horses and watch for the stud to do his thing. One day
when I was watching the horses and playing with myself, the
collie came up and started licking me, it felt so good. When he
stopped, I was so turned on and the dog’s dick was sticking out.
I finally got him on top of me with some of him in me and it felt
good, but I never did get him to give it to me. I have always
wanted to try a big dog ever since.
Letter from Malton
You asked about experiences concerning donkey exhibitions so I
will tell you mine, although it was a long time ago, the memory
of it is burned in my brain in an indelible way, I still get a
hard on when I think about it even though it happened over fifty
years ago.
My first experience with an animal/girl sex show I saw when I was
a boy of sixteen at a Carnival side show in my old home town. It
was out front a girly show which cost 50 cents to see, inside
three girls did a poorly done strip, never showing anything. We
guys were next hustled for another 50 cents to see more and most
of us paid and stayed, this time the three girls finally got
topless, then came another 50 cents hustle, and a few of us
stayed and got to see the three girls get naked. Then came a
$2.00 hustle to see the sex show, only about 6 or 7 of us paid to
stay.
We were taken behind a canvas curtain, and stood behind a rope
fence. There we saw a rack or frame, which was made for the
donkey (Actually a burro, but I didn’t know what a burro was
then) to service a woman upon. The rack was made so the donkey
couldn’t thrust forward, his hind legs were up against a frame
which inhibited his movements. It kind of looked like the sketch
below from a side view.
The top of the high part on the left was padded and the donkeys
front legs were over it. His rear legs were restrained by the low
frame to the right of the sketch. This was set up so that a woman
could lie under the burro, on the reclined part of the rack, her
head on the pad. It was set up so that she fucked the donkey,
rather than him fucking her.
OK, on with the show! A girl came into the show area from some-
where off to the side, wearing high heels and a robe. She had
black hair, and was nice looking, probably Mexican. She took off
the robe and paraded around, completely nude, except for the
heels. She then went out and brought in the burro. She got him
quite easily up on the frame, and tied his lead rope to the ring
shown in the sketch. She stood on the other side, and using both
hands got the burro’s cock out and worked it up hard. It was
about 12 inches long and maybe 1 1/2 to 1 3/4 inches in diameter.
She then got down under the animal, on the padded part, and got
out some kind of lubricant, which she used to lubricate both her
pussy and the donkey’s cock. The donkey never made any sign of
movement, or of being sexed up, except for the big hard on. She
then slid further under him and with her legs up, got her self
positioned and sunk the head of his cock in her. She then started
a rocking motion, taking more of him on each stroke until she was
getting about 2/3 of it. With the exception of her low talking in
Spanish ( I believe directed to the Burro), you could have heard
a pin drop.
She was starting to breath hard, and was moving her hips faster
and faster, if she wasn’t enjoying it, she was putting on an
incredible act! We 6 or 7 watching were guiltily shifting around,
trying to get a better look at the black haired pussy, all
stretched open by the big pole sticking out of the donkey. She
kept this motion up for some time, gradually increasing the speed
and length of her strokes until she was getting almost all of it
inside. Then as she started moving her hips more rapidly, the
donkey made his first real move, he hunched , she let out a loud
moan and cum squirted out around his cock. She let go of it and
it came out, along with about a cupful of cum. We saw that the
end of it had grown to about 3 inches in diameter. If she didn’t
come it was a very good fake. Then a canvas curtain was pulled
across, ending the show.
We were then escorted out the back of the tent, through a flap,
rather than out the front where we came in. I found out the show
was only given at the end of each nights performance, and I had
just lucked out by going to the last show. I went to two more
shows, but since it was a 5 day Carnival, and I didn’t start till
the third day, that’s all I got to see. I have jacked off for
years over what I saw those three nights!
Letter from Illinois
This is the story of how my now deceased wife, Anita, got into
animal sex. She, like me, was born on an old style farm which had
all the usual farm animals, dogs, cats, cows, horses, sometimes
even goats and sheep. She became sexually active at an early age,
five or six, and always got some level of sexual excitement from
seeing the animals breed. Anita found seeing the horses breed
intensely arousing. By the time she was 11 or so, she would
always, when possible, hide in a portion of the barn where she
could peek at her father breeding horses. This was up in the
loft, where she could see out through the large gaps between the
boards. While watching, she would almost always play with her-
self, rubbing her breasts and her young snatch, with it’s budding
bush of black hair. As time went on, she would use selected
vegetables, carrots, young sweet corn, and even some small cucum-
bers.
As time went on she got her routine down to where she usually got
naked, while watching at her #1 perch, usually placing her
clothes on a bale of hay, upon which she would kneel while she
watched the horse breeding and did herself.When she was 13 or 14,
things really picked up because her father was now a well known
breeder, and a steady stream of mares were brought in for the big
stud to service. She now had a lot more times to watch, get hot
and have a nice come. Up to this time she had never ever sexually
played with a dog, even though her father had a Border Collie as
a cattle dog.
On this one afternoon, for some reason, the collie had come up
the stairs to the loft area while she was naked, up on her knees,
masturbating and watching the prize stud, Big Tom breed a hot
mare. The dog came up behind her and started licking her cunt and
exposed ass, and she went off almost as soon as he started, and
had a super orgasm, better than it had ever been before. She
thought this was really good, and maybe she could get him to do
it again, and maybe even fuck her.
She then started a program to work on this, and to get as much
sex as possible out of the dog, with the ultimate goal of getting
him to fuck her.
Letter from “M”
I promised to tell you about my first experience, so here it is.
Soon after I got married my husband and I talked about my fantasy
about being gang banged by two guys with big cocks while he
watched. This was just a fantasy, but it always got me all hot to
talk about it. My birthday came along and Bob said he had a
surprise for me. The night came, which was a Friday, and he said
that we were going out to dinner. On the way he said he had one
business stop to make, so we stopped at this house. When we went
in, some guy I didn’t know said for us to sit on the couch, he
would be right back.
As we were browsing through a book, we heard “Surprise!”, and
turned, and two guys, naked with big hard ons, stood in the door
way. I looked at Bob, he had a big grin and said,”This is the
birthday surprise we talked about”. Before I knew it, the guys
took me in the bedroom and stripped me naked, then both fondled
my tits, getting me hot and my cunt juicy. They took turns lick-
ing my cunt. Then my legs were spread wide open and one guy
crawled in the saddle, burying his cock in me, while the other
knelt near my head and fed me his cock. I looked over at Bob and
he was naked with a 9 inch hard on. The two guys took turns
fucking me.
Then they piled up some big pillows on the floor and had me lay
on them, up on my knees with my ass up in the air. Bob and one of
the guys held me down, the other guy was behind and I heard the
door open. It was a very large dog! He came over and I felt his
wet nose against my cunt, and he began to lick my cunt and ass,
and before I knew it, he was up on my back, he had a big hard on
and was trying to get his cock in me. One of the guys helped the
dog by spreading my open my cunt lips and guiding the dog’s cock
into my cunt.
His long wet cock was deep in me. I don’t recall how long I was
fucked, but just as he came, his knot swelled up, and he came
like someone had stuck a water pistol up in my cunt and pulled
the trigger. He was so large that I thought he was going to split
the partition of skin between my cunt and asshole. The dog was
held with his cock in me for several minutes, and for the first
part of it the knot got even bigger. It hurt, but it was a sweet,
sweet kind of pain. Then he finally got small enough to pull out
without killing me, and they let him off. The guys asked me if I
liked it, what could I say, I loved it!
Letter to the Editor from Joan
Dear Revue,
When I was 14, one of my girl friends, Cynthia, who was a
year older than me, told me that one of the women in our neigh-
borhood was having sex with her dog. She wouldn’t tell me how she
knew, and since I was just at the age where I was getting excited
every time I got my mind on sex, I just couldn’t get this out of
my mind. I was playing with myself regularly by now, so every
night, in bed under the covers, I masturbated and fantasized
about this.
I kept pestering Cynthia to tell me about it, but she said
it was disgusting and wouldn’t talk about it. This only made me
all the more curious. One day we were playing in the attic of her
house and we got to talking about sex and got around to showing
each other our pussies. We started playing with ourselves and
when Cynthia got all aroused she told me about Mrs. Smith and her
dog.
Mrs. Smith lived on our street, and took care of her hus-
band, who was crippled and used a wheel chair. They had a big
dog, he was part Sheppard and probably weighed 80 or 90 lbs. She
walked the dog fairly regularly, and I had seen them before but
at the time I hadn’t even imagined anything like that was possi-
ble, let alone happening
Their house had a big two car garage next to it, with an
attic above for storage. Cynthia lived close to them and when she
was younger used to go up into the garage attic to play. Now that
she was older, she would still go there to be by herself, espe-
cially if she wanted to masturbate during the daytime.
Cynthia said this one time she was in the attic when Mrs.
Smith took the dog for a walk, and when they came back, she
brought the dog in the garage and shut the doors. Cynthia didn’t
want the lady to know she was up there, so she just stayed quiet,
thinking the woman would leave pretty quickly. She stayed real
quiet and watched through a large crack between the floor boards.
She said Mrs. Smith had sex with the dog. I begged her to tell me
about it, but she said it would be easier to just go watch her.
We agreed to do it the next day. I almost wore my pussy out that
night, thinking about it while I played with it.
The next day, it was in the summer, we watched and right on
schedule she took the dog for his walk. We got up in the garage
attic and got ourselves good knot holes in the floor to watch
through. Mrs. Smith came in the garage, shut the doors, and
petted the dog and talked to him a little bit. Then she took her
panties off and let the dog sniff them. He seemed to get excited
and started to run around her and try to jump up on her.
Then she pulled her skirt up above her waist, sat down in a
lawn chair and spread her legs. The dog started licking her
between the legs and she started to moan and buck her hips. She
had to hold the dog back by his collar because he kept trying to
get up on her. Then she got off the chair and got down on her
knees on the floor, and the dog mounted her.We couldn’t see his
dick, because we were above and to the side of them, but he was
really pounding her. She was whimpering and moaning. He finally
came and stopped and they just stayed like that, the dog panting
and her whimpering. Then he pulled out and she screamed. We got a
good look at his dick, no wonder she screamed, the knot at the
base of his cock must have been as big as an orange, and she was
hung up with that in there. I think she usually let the knot go
down before he pulled out but something spooked him and he pulled
out early.
About this time her husband called, I think he heard her
scream, and she told him she was OK, she had just seen a mouse.
She then played with the dog’s dick, jacking him, I guess until
he went limp, although we couldn’t see it, she was along side of
him with her hand under him. We were both so hot we masturbated,
facing each other, and holding hands. We watched Mrs. Smith
regularly the rest of the summer. Then we started to school in
the fall, got interested in boys etc. and never did it again. To
this day, though, I still get my biggest and best orgasm, when I
masturbate and think about Mrs. Smith and her dog and that beau-
tiful red dog dick with the huge knot, and how she screamed when
he pulled it out of her.
Want to read other Animal Sex Stories? Click here!