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[B] I usually write ghost stories because that is a subject I'm more familiar with. But after seeing some of the stories that have come from some news group I've decided to try something new. Writing about a topic I have little or no personal experiences to base it on. A little information about my style. I love writing in the "Psycho Therapist Case Study Style" although I don't have any nor do I make any claim to have any expertise in the field. It gives me the unique opportunity to isolate my thoughts, feelings and reactions from those of the "Case Study Subject". I don't know how long the post will be left on this server so I will be checking in for the next week to see if I get any feedback, good, bad, or indifferent. If you like it, tell me and I'll write more. Let me know what you think of it. Thanks. Disclaimer ALL of the names, places, and animals in the following story are pure fabrication. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. No animals were harmed in the creation of this story. ANIMAL ABUSE, BESTIALITY, ZOOPHILIA, OR JUST PLAIN LOVE? By Dr. B. Itch Ph.D. B.E.A.S.T. University, Colorado Case # 1937583 JOHN B. SAMSONJohn is a 35 year old man who grew up on a farm in central Wyoming. Although he lived with horses, cows, sheepetc. he never had a sexual encounter with any of the farm animals. This fact is what makes his story an interestingexception to the "RULE". Take a close look at what he has to say. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Can you believe it? Here I am, 35 years old and I've been divorced four times! All four of them cheated on me. Boy, can I pick the losers. Well, that's what I thought. The last one said I was "sexually dysfunctional" what everthat meant. Granted, I rarely initiated sex and sometimes it took a long time for me to obtain an erection, but youhave to remember, I work hard maintaining this country home and working a full time job. Little did I know at thetime it was a case of disinterest. It just seemed like I couldn't get aroused without a long period of manualstimulation. Fantasizing was not something that I was encouraged to do as a child. Hearing "Stop daydreaming andpay attention to your work BOY! " everyday has the tendency to do that. Dad was strict, but never mean orabusive. If I got a whipping, I did something to deserve it. Farming was something that I didn't want to do the rest of my life so when my dad pasted away, (we lost momwhen I was 15) I sold off all the stock, then replaced the hay pasture with grass and cleaned out the stock pond so itnow looks like what you'd see in a big city park, and opened it up to the public for picnicking. A few weeks after mylast divorce, a friend of mine was helping me build a barbecue shelter and the conversation turn somehow to mydifficulty with finding women who don't turn out to be losers. He jokingly told me I'd be better off with a dog. Theylay around the house all day too. Ya, very funny. The thought however did cross my mind. After all I did have oneas a kid. Now that I'm alone it would be nice to have a pet that could keep me company. So off to the pound I go. Isaw several candidates but the pound makes you pay an extra $75 to $100 to have the animal spayed or neuteredbefore they will let you take one home. Then they complain about not being able to care for all the animals theycan't find homes for. DUH! Let the new owner decide if they want the animal "Fixed". Although I did find one placethat would refund the money if you did have the animal spayed or neutered after your purchase. Well so much for that idea. The cost was just to much. I was just about to give up when I saw a sign on a bulletinboard about an organization that will take in animals and place them into temporary foster homes until a permanenthome can be found. Unlike the pound, these animals are not killed. O' Well. What the hell, I gave them a call. Theguy told me that the only requirement they had was a donation. Any donation, money, food, labor, but most of allthey needed more foster homes. He gave me the address of a foster home that was close to my city and I went tocheck it out that same day. Now, I normally would say there is no such thing as "Love at first sight", but whathappened next changed my life forever. I arrived late in the afternoon and was greeted at the door by a womenthat showed me to the back. She said that she had four dogs available and started giving me a brief history on eachone. Most had been abandoned or turned over by people that just couldn't bare the thought of having there petkilled just because they couldn't take care of them anymore. As I stepped into the back run, I saw two small wienerdogs, a collie, and definitely female, a monster of a beast, cleaning herself. The lady was about to call the dogsover, but I wanted to see which one would come to me on it's own so I asked her not to. After looking at the grass,(to make sure there wasn't any surprises), I got down on my knees and just sat there. All most on Que., themonster, got up and walked over to me. My first thought was, I'm Lunch!. This dog was huge! When she got towhere I was sitting she turned and sat on my lap, then pushed her body as tight against me as she could! It was likeshe desperately needed to feel my body against hers. That did it! My arms flew around her muscle bound chestand I cried like a baby! I was totally in love for the first time in my life! Her name was Patty of all things. You would think the name of a dog this size would be something like BigBertha. Anyway, I took her home and immediately she took to the house like she had been living there all her life. She never jumped up on the furniture or made a mess anywhere. She knew how to ask to go outside when sheneeded. That first night, she plopped onto the bed. She didn't just curl up, she stretched out full length with herhead on the pillow! O' well. It wasn't the first time I'd slept on top of the covers. I laid down next to her andcuddled up to her back. I don't sleep in pajamas, just my undies, so her fir was rubbing against my bare skin as I putmy arm around her. This caused a strange sensation sending a shudder through my body. It was as if our body'smelted together and it seemed so "Natural". As I ran my hand up and down her belly, I swear, she moaned andpushed her back tighter against me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~As you can see, John is experiencing feelings that he has never felt before. Growing up on a farm, why are thesesensations showing up so late in his life? SPECULATION: Could it be that he just hadn't "Met the right girl"? Is it possible that the right animal can affect a human male/female just as another human could? Read on and seehow he deals with this new experience. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Each passing day I found myself thinking more and more about Patty. At work sometimes I'd drift off andimagine how much fun it has been walking the trails, playing ball, and just lying in the warm sunshine after a swim inthe pond. I even made it a point to stop on the way home and buy some new toy or treat just to watch her jump forjoy. When I'd bring flowers home to any one of my ex-wife's, there was a quick peck with a thanks, it went into apot and that was that. No big deal. Patty acted like she really loved getting gifts. About two months after bringingPatty home, I woke up one Saturday morning and noticed something odd. There was something in the air. Icouldn't put my finger on it but it seemed familiar somehow. Patty, as always, was lying next to me, (Snoring! Manshe can really saw logs!). I reached over and started to rub her belly like always. She woke up, turned onto herback, legs in the air with her head back, eyes closed, and started to moan softly. I would always tell her, "I wish mywife had acted like this." This morning something was different somehow. She seemed different, and that smell. That smell was giving me the creeps. As I rubbed, it seemed to get stronger too. I began to think that Patty hadfound something to roll in and I'd have to give her a bath. That's when I noticed the blood spot on the bed sheet. Patty was in heat. I never though about asking the lady if she had been spayed. Now I'll have to deal with the mess and I knewwhat that curious smell was. I didn't know that a human could smell a dog in heat. I thought only other dogs could. I ran may hand down to her now puffy..... O' Hell.... Pussy, and genitally flattened it out so I could get a better look. Patty immediately jumped up and started to lick herself. I thought that I may have hurt her. As I started to put myarms around her and tell her I was sorry, I couldn't believe my eyes. I had a throbbing erection. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I would like to take a moment to point out an interesting statement here. It starts out with a strange smell that isfamiliar at first, then creepy, then curious. Could this have been the turning point for John? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Married four times and not one of them could give me an erection without working for it, yet a dog in heat lyingnext to me causes a sexual awaking I didn't know existed. Why hadn't it showed its ugly head before? As a kid I'dwatched breeding horses, and cows. Even my pet dog had a litter. Not once did I have any physical response ormental fantasy of a sexual manner with or about one of the animals. Could it be I've finally flipped off the deepend? Time for a cold shower. I gave Patty a kiss. This isn't unusual, I do it all the time, but this time it was right onher lips, not the top of her head. She returned the favor with a full face wash. Now my erection was starting tobecome painful. I had to do something and fast. The thoughts going through my mind where terrifying yet erotic aswell. I got up, went into the bathroom and jumped into the shower. I know it was just my imagination playing trickson me but Patty looked disappointed. The shower felt good but didn't work. My mind was consumed by Patty, and the idea of making love to her keptmy erection at full throttle. Yes I said "Make Love" not have sex. I wasn't thinking of her as a pet now. She wasmore. She was now capable of giving me anything a women could without the danger of an unwanted pregnancy. But did she want me in that way too? Ok John. Take a deep breath and get rid of this boner. Masturbation wasn'tsomething that I was accustom to. It requires you to fantasize right? So, I had my very first fantasy, I fantasizedabout Patty and exploded on the bathroom wall in the first 10 seconds of the fantasy. My orgasm was so powerfulmy knees went pasta. Here I am, lying on the bathroom floor, panting, and jerking around like an epileptic seizure. The second shower felt just as good. As I stepped out of the bathroom, Patty was lying there at the door with herhead down on her front paws, looking up at me with what I still think was disappointment. Turned on as I was I justcouldn't bring myself to act out my first fantasy. I was afraid that I might hurt her and she would hate me. Thethought of that made my eyes mist. I loved her so much. I bent down onto my knees to give her a kiss. This timethere was no mistaking it. It was a kiss of passion. As my lips touched hers, her tongue leaped out sending anothercascade of desire to my groin. She knew what she was doing to me. Her tongue reaching every inch of my face. Istarted to say something, but before I could utter a word, that beautiful tongue slipped into my mouth. Thesensation was pure ecstasy. I don't know where or how she learned to do this. At this point I didn't care, becauseshe had dropped down now and was licking at my bare chest. When I dropped the towel, I have no idea. She knew,she really, really knew what she was doing to me. I didn't have to look. I had another erection. When she found it,that tongue did some things I didn't know where possible. Without any warning she stopped and walked away. AAAAAAHHH! She just left me hanging there. I know dam good an well she was snickering as she walked away! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The thought of having a sexual relationship with a dog terrified John. Was it the act or the stigma attached tosuch a hideous lack of morals? What would people think? Right now he thinks he is the only pervert in thecountry that has a lust for dogs. No. Not dogs. His dog. No longer a pet. She's his companion, confidant, friend,and now his lover. What really terrifies John is the thought that she couldn't or wouldn't love him with just asmuch passion. It is called bestiality or animal abuse and not love because the animal can't initiate the sexual act,or can they? Read on my friends. Let Patty show you who's in charge here. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Patty walked strait into the bedroom, jumped up on the bed and laid on her back. As I recall, observations of mychildhood pet, she would stand with her tail cocked to one side when she was ready for a male to mount her. I wasgetting mixed signals from Patty. Was this her way of saying she wanted me to make love to her, or just wanted atummy rub? So far she hadn't acted anything like I'd read in the animal breeding books. Ok. I'll play it cool. Ifshe wants foreplay then foreplay it is. I crawled onto the bed and straddled her. I didn't want to put my weight onher even though I think she could handle it. I started by first kissing her, then ran my tongue into her mouth as shehad done to me earlier. What a wild sensation that was! Then I nibbled at her as I worked my way down her neckto the first row of nipples. She laid her head back and closed her eyes. Panting now as I reached the first nipple. Iwould first roll my tongue around and gently suck on each nipple as I worked my way down. She would moan eachtime I came to a new nipple. Soon I had my head between her hind legs. There she was in all her glory. Puffy vaginal lips, moistening reddish liquid, and the SMELL, O' that wonderful smell! This time I knew mytouch would not be painful to her. As I caressed her vaginal lips with my tongue she would let out a low vibratingmoan. Allot like a growl but this time of pleasure. O' the smell, I had to get more! I pushed my nose into her. Ihad to get that wonderful smell on my face. She started humping my face, hard, pushing down on the back of myhead with her front paws as she thrust her hips upward pushing my nose harder against her clitoris. Soon the heatof her passion made me delirious, screaming with desire. Now pushing my tongue in deeper with each thrust. O'the HEAT! The Heat! Finally opening my mouth and taking in her entire Women Hood! Yes, she was not a dog, apet or an animal. She was the women of my dreams, my lover! I wanted, na, I needed her, I needed her NOW. Iraised my head and began licking her face. She in turn eagerly cleaned her own juices from mine. I lowered myselfdown, my hips moving slowly at first, my manhood desperately searching for that sweet opening. As if she knew ofmy plight, her hip rose ever so slightly and............................... She now bore all of me. My weight didn't concern her, only the pleasure she was experiencing. Pulling meforward with her front paws, her head buried into my shoulder. Soon she was matching me, thrust for thrust. Ourhips moving in perfect rhythm. Now I was growling. My body ready to explode. I could feel the muscles in herbody tense. With a mighty push with her front paws her head flew back into the pillows with a howl. The spasmsthat came from her sent me into an equally loud howl of ecstasy! For 20 minuets we must have laid there, panting,shivering, totally drained. The next two weeks were simply a dream come true. If I had known then what I know now I would have saved afortune in court costs an lawyer fees. We made love every night and occasionally two or three times during theday. In the house, out in the barn, in the pond even when other people where swimming or sunbathing! We didn'tcare. We wanted to enjoy it for as long as she was still in heat. When she was finally finish with this heat I wasconvinced that I wouldn't be able to wait for 6 months when she would come in again. This is not good. My onlyoutlet would be masturbating to my one and only fantasy. One night about a week latter, as I was about to takecare of a "Pointy Problem" in the bathroom, I heard Patty barking frantically in the bedroom. Thinking somethingwas wrong, I ran into the room with my "Pointy Problem" still in hand. There was Patty, standing on the bed, legsstrait, and tail cocked to one side. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~John found true love. This remarkable dog had what he need all his life. What do you think? Was he abusing thispoor defenseless animal, using it for his sex slave? From the sounds of things I'm not sure who is slave to whom.... Dr. B. Itch Beast University Colorado ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[I] |
