So E.I. came over and he balled me pretty good and after Courtland had told him everything about me, he invited himself to move in and take over half-ownership. It was all the same with me. Since then E.I. has been pretty much taking care of me on the business end.
Isley — Who supports this cozy little household?
Julia — Well, the two guys make bread mostly by loaning me out to their friends. E.I. is the businessman of the crowd. He's always thinking up new ways to cash in on me. And we do all right for ourselves, I gotta admit.
Isley — Don't either of them ever work?
Julia — Well, they're poets, you know. That doesn't pay off too good. The things I do pay better than the things they do. It's as simple as that. Sometimes E.I. works with me in a fuck-show and then we both make bread for that.
Isley — Is that how the dog act started — as a way to make money?
Julia — Not exactly. Clarence is E.I.'s dog, and he already had the dog trained to lick his prick just for private pleasure. Then he taught him to lap my pussy and made me suck the dog too. One night when we were all stoned they got the dog to actually screw me for the first time. It worked so good that we began showing it off to other kids we knew for kicks and gradually from there it sort of developed bit by bit into the act that I do now.
But I didn't ever do it in public shows until one night when E.I. and I were putting on a sex-exhibition for this businessmen's party. We sixty-nined and stood on our heads and fucked and all our usual shit like that. After we were done they all wanted an encore, but E.I. was fucked out and couldn't cut it. So I said, 'Hey, how about if I do the dog thing, man?'
And that's how it started. Me and Clarence have been knocking them dead ever since.
Isley — And now you're a movie star besides. Being at the pinnacle of show business success at last what do you see in your future?
Julia — Oooh, we're all going to Africa. Kenya, I think. Won't that be groovy?
Isley — Planning to do your dog act in the Nairobi opera house?
Julia — E.I. thinks we could actually do it in night-clubs over there in some of those countries. He says those cats flip over blonde chicks over there. We're gonna get a monkey or a baby lion even maybe and work out a whole big sex-scene with different kinds of animals. About four big black men and me — the white Goddess — and then these animals — and everybody will be fucking and sucking everybody — the people and the animals all together — WOW — won't that be wild?
Isley — I don't know if Africa is quite ready for it yet. But good luck to you and all your furry friends and be sure to drop me a postcard.
Chapter Six
Of all the readily available animals found around the farm, probably the pig is the one that the outsider would be least likely to call 'lovable'. In our jokes and imaginings about barnyard bestiality, we usually picture a sheep, a cow, a goat, or perhaps a horse as the animal partner. Surely no man or boy, even one so depraved as to pollute himself by bestial practices, would be attracted to such an ugly, smelly, filth-wallowing, swill-eating beast as a pig.
But farm boys know better. When allowed to live in decent conditions, a pig is one of the cleanest of all animals. When he is made a special pet like Lil Abner's Salomi, he is loyal and warmly affectionate. Rochelle Owens' off-Broadway hit play Futz dealt with a young man who carried on a love affair with his pet pig, and it has now been made into a technicolor movie, probably the first picture ever made for theatrical release on the subject of bestiality.
Persons who have had a close association with pigs tell us that they are among the most intelligent of all domestic animals, possessing the lively curiosity of the cat, and above all that they are veritable bottomless wells of sexual passion, who will with a little practice become ardent sex-partners for human beings.
The man in the following case grew up on a farm but never had any bestial sex-relations at any time except for one minor incident with another boy who induced him to smear molasses on his penis and allow a heifer to lick it off. But there was not even an orgasm on that occasion.
However when he was a student at a Midwestern agricultural college, he went through a bizarre bestiality experience with two 'pigs' as part of a fraternity initiation rite. He tells about it in his own words.
CASE 6 — Terry B.
No need to mention the frat by name, or the school. They may still be using the same initiation gimmick for all I know. I've been out of touch with them lately so I don't really know. It was a hell of a trick they pulled on us, and then I helped them to pull off the same gag on new pledges myself. A couple of guys balked at doing it but nobody ever blew the whistle on us.
To get right to the point, I had been accepted into the fraternity and all that was left was the formality of the initiation. I'd heard it was a real doozy — very different from what any other frat put you through. But I wasn't too nervous about it. So you get your ass paddled or some such juvenile shit. No big deal. There were fifteen of us new pledges and I figured I could stand anything the other guys could.
So came the night and we all gathered at the frat house. We went through a lot of bullshit rituals at first — bowing down — reciting sacred pledges — signing our names in blood — and so on. But what was all what I expected more or less.
What came afterwards was the gas! They sat us down and said we had passed all tests so far and now we were going to be entertained.
'We got a young pig here from the Brass Cat,' the man said. That was a downtown striptease bar that most of us were too young to be allowed into. 'This pretty little pig is going to dance for your enjoyment and education, leaving nothing to the imagination, and then when she's finished you all will have a chance — each and every one of you — to enjoy a little pig-fucking for yourself in the adjacent bedroom. Before you are accepted as a full-fledged member and fraternity brother in this house, you must prove to the watchful eyes of our fornication and buggery committee that you are worthy cocksmen to live up to our high traditions and campus-wide reputation.'
Well, at that point we didn't get the significance of the word 'pig' in what he was saying. We assumed that he was referring to some fat old whore with warts that would come out and shake her blubbery ass and then lie down and open up her tunnel for everybody to fuck.
But there turned out to be a couple of real big surprises. First of all the dancer came prancing out, and you wouldn't have called this a pig by any stretch of the imagination. She was a gorgeous young chick — looked like a college kid — and boy she really set our mouths watering. To think we were going to see this chubby little honey take it all off and shake her beautiful paraphernalia in our direction, and then afterwards spread it on the sheets for our shafting pleasure was a powerful bit of good news. And some surprise! We'd been expecting a rough ordeal at this initiation and it was turning out to be candy and cake.
She was just a little peanut of a girl — short and squatty — but she was round and bulgy all over, especially in the boob department. And her ass was a sight to see besides — sweet little round, fat cheeks. She was only wearing a little stringy belt on her hips that didn't cover a damn thing down in those parts, and a stringy bra up top with the cups cut out of it. So she might as well have been bare-ass mother-naked in the first place, since all the pretty little pink parts were right out there in the lamplight to be gaped at.
I don't know about the other guys, but she sure got a quick rise out of me. Right away she began doing split bumps and high kicks right in our faces and there was the cutest little fuzzy blonde pussy you ever saw in your life, all gooey wet and warm-looking, flashing dirty invitations at us from a couple of feet away.
I remarked to the kid next to me, 'Man, if fucking that is the price I got to pay to join this frat, I'm ready to make the supreme sacrifice.'
Man, did she put on a performance! She'd rear back and give us a little pussy-split — a little ass-bounce — a little titty-jiggle — throwing it at us from five directions at once. Then she'd lean over and dance right down along
