S11: E10: Jocelyn Higgins (48), from Maidstone

We start this week’s show, as we start every show, with a shot of the UK of Zoo map of the British Isles with all its sparkling little lights ... And then a new light – brighter and larger, indicating this week’s location – down south, way south - to the south-east of London, sharpening down to a point over (as the caption tells us) - “MAIDSTONE”.

Then we dive into the map and cut through to an establishing shot of a boring housing estate. Low green hedgerows, little green lawns, grey brick houses. We focus on one in particular, just as dull as all the others, except for the curtains – which are bright and friendly.

Our host steps into frame from the side, immediately making the scene better to look at. Tight jeans, a leather jacket, open at the front, and a blouse opened far enough for us to see a heavy portion of surgically enhanced cleavage ... It’s our favourite floozy, the blonde babe from the USA – and she’s ready to launch into another introduction...

“Hello, and welcome to another edition of our little show ... I’m your host, Jenna McCartney, and this week, I’m thrilled to be in Maidstone, to meet a lady who’s had enough of being boring ... And we’re going to help her escape to ‘The United Kingdom of Zoo’!”

We cut to inside the house, a middle-class, middle-aged, very very ‘safe’ looking lady – her hair is a light brunette, with tasteful and blonde highlights, cut short to just touch the back of her neck; big brown eyes, wide cheekbones that narrow to a pointy jaw, a friendly thin-lipped smile. Her body appears to be solid, but her clothing could be covering up any number of problems (or concealing hidden delights).

She’s sitting demurely on the couch, knees together and swung to the side – wearing black sweater and blue jeans, and looking into camera as she introduces herself in a harsh Kent accent. Despite her disarming smile and generally pleasant look, she speaks as if she’s complaining. “My name is Jocelyn Higgins. I’m 48 years old, and I want to have sex with an animal.” She sits straight faced waiting for the director to call ‘cut’.

Jenna breaks in to the pause. “So, Jocelyn, tell us a little about yourself ... We’re all dying to know what kind of lady dreams about the things that you dream about...”

“Well...” Says our guest, her tone continuing to sound like this is all too much work. “What can I tell you? I already said I’m 48 years old ... I’m a married mother of two grown boys ... I’ve been married 25 years. We’re reasonably happy, he’s in banking. I have a small jewelry business of my own. I make special one-off pieces and sell them over the internet ... And ... Well, I suppose you don’t really want to know about family and employment ... You want to know about my dreams of having giant animal cocks rammed in and out of me...” She pauses. Looking toward the camera, as if we’re infringing on her privacy – asking too much of her, then adding, “Horses ... I’m turned-on by horses!”

There’s a short pause whilst we look at her ‘resting bitch face’, and then we cut to –

Jocelyn standing in a large horse-shed. The farm is not far from her home in the south-east of England, but it feels like were a million miles away – gone the safe middle-class home, now we’re standing in a cold, concrete floored shed...

We cut in as she is peeling off a black sweater to reveal a white t-shirt containing what appears to be a small but reasonably firm pair of tits. As soon as the sweater is off her head, she launches into her ‘justification’ for being here today...

“Well, I blame David bloody Attenborough and all his type. I’ve watched his shows, well, all nature shows, all my life ... And it was my introduction to sex.” She unbuttons the front of her jeans as she speaks. “Casual footage of animals mounting each other with those presenters talking about it as if it was nothing to be ashamed of ... It just made me tingle, you know...?”

She shimmies the jeans over her hips and down her thighs as she speaks – her voice a constant rattle of complaints about her life rather than a celebration of a fantasy to be fulfilled.

We move around her as she talks, noting two rows of stable doors leading away from us on either side – horses looking over a few of the doors, heads bobbing – before coming back to our guest, undressing in a small open area at the main entrance to the shed.

“I had no idea why ... My mother and father were always wary of any kind of sexual action in films. If we were watching a film on tv or video, and a woman’s clothes started coming off, they’d change the channel...” She pauses as she pulls one foot through the legs of the jeans. Then continues as soon as it’s off. “But if it was lions on the Serengeti, or bears in Alaska, they could be humping away and the tv wouldn’t change...”

Now she pauses to lift her other foot and pulls the jeans off that one too ... Her legs are smooth and just a little soft. Too much time spent sitting around, not enough exercise – but she’s certainly not what would be regarded as overweight.

She continues, “So I just kept watching – and for me, the only sex that wasn’t shameful was pure animal action ... We got Sky, and we had Discovery and National Geographic, and I just watched all the animal documentaries – and I was just waiting for the mounting shots ... I’d freeze frame it and just stare ... I wanted to play with them ... The bigger the better...”

She takes hold of the bottom of her t-shirt, and pauses just as she’s about to lift it off, looking around from crewmember to crewmember, then back to Jenna... “Where’s the horse?”

“He’ll be here in a minute...” Confirms Jenna. “Keep talking...”

Jocelyn frowns and then peels the t-shirt up over her head, revealing a soft but slimmish middle, and a reasonable pair of tits wrapped in a blue string bikini style top.

Then she’s talking again – and once again, everything sounds like a complaint... “Obviously, I learned quickly that it was not the done thing for a young lady to have sexual thoughts about animals, so I buried that deep down and never admitted it...”

She’s looking around as she undresses, checking out the cameras, and the horses beyond. Taking in the noises of the room, the smell ... Letting it sink in that this isn’t a tv show anymore – this is now her reality.

She turns to continue her narrative, reaching up to take the string of her bikini top in her fingers, but teasing us a little by not pulling... “But my husband picked up on it – he saw the way I watched animals, and he ... Confronted seems like a very harsh way to put it, but ... He confronted me about it... ‘Do animals turn you on?’ ... And I thought, why keep it a secret? It’s not my fault society looks down on it ... Why should I do what everyone else says is normal ... And he agreed ... He was the one who suggested I contact you...”

And now she pulls the bow on her bikini top, and it unfastens allowing the top to fall loose, away from boobs. They are a healthy B-cup, sagging slightly, but with perky pointed nipples.

She brings her hands up to her boobs, half playing with them, half supporting them – fingertips on her nipples, pinching and pulling a little. And her droning story continues... “We had a long chat about whether I should apply to be with a dog or not, but like I said before, I’ve always thought ‘the bigger the better’”...

We cut away to Jenna, smiling at the mention of ‘the bigger the better’, clearly a woman who has experienced all shapes and sizes – especially since she joined our crew.

We cut away briefly to look down the line a stables, the horses looking out over the top ... A lazy shot, but a great demonstration of the whole ‘the bigger the better’ idea. Hearing her in voice-over... “So I said I wanted to play with a horse...”

Then we cut back to Jocelyn, holding to bows on her hips, ready to pull, as she continues, “And he was... ‘Delighted’ sounds wrong ... Ahh... ‘Euphoric’ probably sums it up. He was euphoric about the idea ... So here we are...”

Her face suggests that it’s all her husband’s fault, but her body language suggests she’s happy to be here. She emphasizes the point by pulling the bows on her hips, which allows the briefs to fall away loose just as the top did before, revealing a neatly trimmed little strip of pussy hair as they drop to the floor between her feet, and then kicking them away.

“And where is your husband today?” Checks Jenna.

“Oh, he didn’t want to actually see it ... He probably won’t even watch the show ... He just liked the idea of me fulfilling my fantasies...”

We cut back to the stables, watching as one of the doors opens and a stable-girl (with her face digitally blanked out) leads a large black horse out ... Hoofs clip-clopping on the concrete as he approaches his willing subject...

She waits for him ... Breathing harder and harder as he approaches, reaching out to stroke his nose as he gets close enough...

“Jocelyn, I’d like you to meet Champion...” Jenna says, backing away to leave our guest ‘alone’ with the huge horse.

She steps toward him and he drops his head to welcome her ... She strokes up between his eyes and to the top of his head between his ears. Turning her head back to us she smiles and comments that, “He’s a very docile monster, for such a huge beast...”

Moving around to his side, she continues to run her hands down his neck, over his huge shoulder and onto his flank – pushing closer up against him, her hands spread out in both directions – moving closer until her soft boobs are pressing up against the short hair over his ribs. She lets out an audible slow gasp as she feels skin making contact with hair.

“Mmmmmm ... That’s so ... Real...” She says, bringing the side of her head up to the horse’s chest. For the first time today, it doesn’t sound like a complaint.

Holding herself against him, ear to ribs, boobs still pressed flat against him lower down. “I can hear his heart...” She sighs. “Boom ... Boom ... Boom...” She continues, a touch of awe in her voice, sounding like she’s exactly where she wants to be. She looks like she’s being slowly hypnotised by being in the huge animal’s presence. Eyes closing as she relaxes so completely that her legs are almost giving way, which has the effect of dragging her tits across his hair, which makes her feel even more weak-legged...

And then she staggers back from him, her hands coming off his body and holding/rubbing her boobs. “Oh I think I’m going to love this...” She gasps, looking a little like the-girl-who-landed-on-her-feet!

We cut to a shot of her approaching the rear end of the horse’s body, nervously ... Bending forward to look under his belly – seeing a short, fat, ugly horse cock poking from his belly ... Maybe three inches of meat – the horse knows what’s going on, but he’s not making it easy for her...

She looks up to make sure it’s okay to continue ... Then reaches out to touch his heavy sheath ... Stroking her fingertips over it, looking right again with a cringe face – she knows she shouldn’t be doing this, she’s appalled by herself, but she can’t resist.

She shuffles a little closer and rubs her fingers, then her palm under it, slipping over it - bending further forward and reaching through to cup his huge balls ... Letting out a little sigh, “Ooohhh” as she feels their weight...

Then running her palm back under to his sheath, and stroking that as the cock begins to grow, almost like it’s spilling out of his belly – from three inches to six, to nine, to a foot long – and already as thick as her wrist. Her eyes widen as she watches, and she gasps, “Oh my bloody God!”, breaking into a little nervous laughter.

She squats down, bum near the ground, and waddles forward, slightly under the horse, infront of his hindleg, so she can get better access to that huge tool ... Stroking her hand along the shaft, up and down – and then taking hold of it, wrapping her fingers around it, squeezing – testing how firm it is. Her fingers sinking into the soft outer layer. “Oh ... It’s bloody huge ... This is insane...”