A Zoophile and Friend (from Crucibles of Passion)

The men have entered Ye Olde Kooze Club, a private club in Italy for sexual enthusiasts over 70. The narrator is describing the action on stage which has grabbed his own and his friends' attention:


On stage was a woman (must have been in her late 70s)  lying on her back on a raised platform, her legs dangling over the edge.Reaching from a curtained enclosure below, a hand puppet that looked like Pluto the dog was gnawing madly away at the woman's cunt.

The woman kept lifting her legs, spreading them wide,and swiveling around on her ass, as she shouted, "Wunderbar! Ah! das ist gut! Wunderbar! Wunderbar!" She had a thick, almost muscular body with gnarled black and purple veins clawing her calves and thighs, enormous, sagging, rolling breasts, and just a sprinkle of gray pubic hair.

Soon the woman gave a sharp holler, brought her knees up almost to her chin and held them there by the tips of her long, red-painted fingernails in the frozen ecstasy of orgasm (perhaps faked). Then she let go, sighing with great relief.

Pluto the puppet turned around to the audience and took a bow. Everybody clapped. There were four or five elderly couples in the audience, with the women seated on the men's laps. Several lone well groomed gray haired men made up the rest of the spectators.

I had a suspicion what was going to appear next. I wasn't wrong. The puppeteer (her husband or lover?) crawled out of the enclosure and took his bow, then from an area hidden from my sight brought forth a large German Shepherd.

The woman beamed an almost toothless, though vivacious, smile  at the dog who went over and started to lick her face. She pulled and played with his penis until it got hard. The puppeteer maneuvered the dog, who was quite excited by now , by the nape of its neck as the woman positioned herself on the floor on her hands and knees and stuck her ass up in the air.

The man placed the dog onto the woman and the dog started to fuck her fast, non-stop.

"Wunderbar! Ahhhh! Wunderbar! Eeeeee! Yaw! Yaw! the woman chanted in deep guttural Germanic hausfrau. She had her face turned towards us and frequently bit her lips and rolled and closed her eyes as if to communicate just how good her guts felt. Then she let a sharp holler and worked her ass crazily to make herself and the dog come at the same time. He writhed and barked and keened skyward as she bellowed out torturous cries and bowel-deep satisfactions.

The man rushed in to dismount him and pull him carefully out of her. The dog's penis was still very stiff and dripping like a boiling hot parsnip, and the woman was still on her hands and knees with her ass high in the air, cooling; she was breathing hard , flushed with dripping sweat, but grinning hugely through her gums. I noticed for the first time two small brass rings rising from the floor-- which the woman had evidently used to brace herself against the dog.

The stage went dark. I heard seats in back and front squeaking, the springs in one exploding with a deafening twang, "Merde!" a man cursed, and we heard someone's gasps be-bopping shamelessly till they rushed into the rack of a poorly faked cough.

Eventually the stage brightened again. The platform had been removed, exposing only the flat level expanse of the stage proper.

Down the left aisle we heard the commotion of another act about to entertain us....
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