Chapter 1: The Temptation

MATT − With my daughter, Janey, and her college roommate, Lauren, both scheduled to graduate and receive their degrees the first week in June, we’d been giving consideration to what our lives should look like with the girls no longer at the University. Our conclusion: Since all of us – me and Janey and Lauren and her dad, Paul − already lived like one family, perhaps we should consolidate our lives even more than they already are. So we sold our current homes and got a place − a huge four-bedroom condominium in the city, with plenty of room for the four of us, plus any visitors who might happen along. But before we moved into our new home, we decided that we would take a two-week vacation to someplace out West – as a graduation present for the girls, but also, a special present for all four of us.

We found a spectacular house perched on a low mountainside amidst the spectacular scenery outside of Taos, New Mexico. We rented it for two full weeks, and we took full advantage of all the area had to offer. We went rafting in the Rio Grande Gorge and we went rock climbing. Well, not actually rock climbing, but hiking along steep, rock-strewn trails. We visited several of the pueblos and went crazy buying ceramic pots. We enjoyed strolling the many fine galleries in the town of Taos and lazing away afternoons sipping sangria and local wines at restaurant tables along the Plaza, sometimes staying longer for a late lunch or for dinner at one of the many fine restaurants.

But we also spent a lot of ‘quality’ time inside our fantastic vacation home as well.

One thing we started doing during that vacation was watching porn videos, together. I don’t know exactly how it got started. For Janey and me, it was one night when we had just showered and gotten ready for bed – meaning gotten ready for sex – and I came back from the bathroom to find Janey sitting propped up against the bed headboard with her laptop computer. I was a bit surprised, since we all had kind of agreed that this would be a holiday free from the annoying distractions of the outside world.

And there was one particular variety of pornography that occupied our attention during our spare time, namely, Web sites that specialized in animal porn, or more precisely, human-animal porn. Most of the videos are of women engaging in sex with dogs, horses, and donkeys, although occasionally there are more ‘exotic’ couplings. There are videos of men sucking and fucking animals, but far fewer.

As we discovered through extensive academic research – we clicked on a lot of links – there seem to be two categories of these videos: The ones showing women with large animals, mostly horses and donkeys, appear mostly to be from Eastern European sources. Most have sound, and the voices – the women and sometimes the people who film or assist – seem to be speaking Eastern- or Slavic-sounding languages, with the occasional German and sometimes South American or Brazilian.

The action usually takes place in a barn or a farmyard, or sometimes the woman has taken the animal out for a ride and the action takes place in the woods or along the trail. The videos ranged all the way from the woman just stroking the animal’s cock, to cock sucking and attempting – and usually succeeding – to insert the cock into their pussies or – amazingly – assholes. The videos usually end with the horse or donkey spewing a huge load of semen – in the ‘star’s’ pussy, asshole, or mouth, with usually a good quantity spent on their bodies.

But what struck us was that most of the women seemed to enjoy everything that happened. Naturally, we had expected that anyone, and especially a woman, who would make such a video, would be desperate or be doing so under some sort of duress, like being drugged. But, surprisingly, almost none of the women showed signs or drugs or intoxication. While in a few cases the women showed some reluctance in taking the animals’ cocks in their mouths, most did so eagerly. Most seemed to enjoy their experiences, and some appeared to enjoy them very much indeed!

What we noticed was that many of the women had the unmistakable flush of true sexual arousal on their throats, necks, and upper chests. Simply, it looks like there are a lot of women who get off on fucking animals.

The other major category of these videos is that of women having sex with dogs. You would expect that these would be more common, because more people have dogs than the larger animals, and because dogs live in closer proximity to humans than the larger animals do.

The other thing about these is that while some of them appeared to be made by professionals, with performers who look like pro’s and with professional recording techniques, the majority seem to be genuinely homemade. Some are filmed out of doors, in patios or yards where there is privacy, but most are shot inside what are obviously personal residences. In one sense, not surprising, since so many people have dogs, and because one’s home provides the privacy to make such recordings.

What is surprising is how many women are willing to have sex with their dogs, often with the encouragement of their husbands or partners. There is the usual sucking and fucking and anal sex, but it’s easy to find videos of women having threesomes with a dog and a man – the woman sucking the man and being fucked by the dog, the woman sucking the dog and being fucked by the man, and, sometimes, they manage a double penetration, with dog or man in either hole.

Again, almost all these women appear willing – actually, enthusiastic – participants. And their sounds of sexual arousal sound at least as genuine as those in ‘normal’ man-woman porn, and in most cases, more genuine.

We found ourselves watching a lot of these vids as couples, with the guys propped up against the headboard of the bed, and the girls between our legs, leaning against us, our heads resting on the girls’ shoulders, with one hand on a breast and the other on a pussy, and all of us would ‘comment’ on the action as it unfolded on the big TV screen:

“Is she going to lick it, or actually put it in her mouth?”

“Do you think it’ll fit?” “God, I can’t believe she got her mouth around that!” “Is she putting it in her pussy? Or in her ass?” “God, that huge donkey cock is in her ass! It looks like it’s in at least six inches.” “Look, she’s stroking his cock. She actually wants the horse to come in her mouth!” “She actually took that in her mouth!” “Did you see how much poured down her chin and all over her?”

And another: “Look at that dog – he obviously knows what’s gonna happen.” “She didn’t have to stroke him much – he’s already all out.” “What would a dog’s cock taste like – maybe like a dog smells?” “God that’s hot – sucking her man while the dog fucks her!” “Is he in her ass?” “God, is she deep-throating that dog?”

... all the while massaging breasts, probing cunts, and whispering lewd things to each other.

Most of these viewing sessions ended up with wild group gropes in the big king-sized bed, with the girls getting double-teamed by the guys – sucking one while being fucked by the other, or the girls 69-ing each other while Paul and I fucked them wherever, or Paul fucking Janey in the ass while she devoured my asshole while I ate Lauren’s pussy and rammed three fingers up her cunt. I think these animal videos were the hottest things we ever watched, and they almost always ended up in the wildest sex.

One video that particularly intrigued us was of an attractive woman with a nice body, like Lauren’s but a little fuller, and with long brown hair, getting fucked by a large, rambunctious Labrador retriever. The video was billed as being “hidden camera,” and, indeed, the whole thing appeared to have been shot from a fixed point high in the room – perhaps on a bookshelf – without any camera movement.

The woman came into the camera’s view, followed by the dog, and naked from the waist down. She sat down on the edge of the bed and fell backward and let the dog immediately get between her legs and start humping. She didn’t make much noise, but occasionally she would lock her legs around the dog’s hips to hold him in place. Sometimes she would wrap her arms around the dog, and sometimes she would just lie there with her arms extended, almost in a position of submission.

But what we really found provocative was that at the very end of the video, the woman looked in the direction of the camera and said, “There, Honey – I hope you enjoyed the show.”

What most intrigued us, and what resulted in considerable discussion – was she making a video for the entertainment of her husband? Or was she being sarcastic, saying “I know you’ve been spying on me – I hope you got an eyeful”?

After watching a bunch of these – dogs, horses, donkeys – Paul decided to needle the girls a bit. “Some of those women really liked being filled with those giant cocks. I mean, even some of the dogs were long or thick, or both. Does that turn you on, seeing other women stuffing a donkey dick inside or getting raped by their own dogs?” He was deliberately choosing provocative words, hoping to get a reaction. “It does me. How about you, Matt?”

“I guess so, ‘cause I gotta admit, watching some of these gets me really hard. How about you Janey? You think that if the chance ever came up, you’d play with an animal like that... ?”

“I don’t think the opportunity will ever come up, but they sure looked like they were getting into it, didn’t they? Well, ... I guess until you’re faced with the chance, you never know what you’ll do...” Lauren kind of nodded her agreement.

At that moment, none of us knew how soon we would be confronting that opportunity.

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Our shared lives changed somewhat after our two-week vacation in New Mexico.

As I mentioned, just after the vacation, we all moved into a new home, a beautifully situated condo with a glimpse of the lake.

Less than a month after we moved into the condo, Paul got a request from the CEO of his company to go to Kiev, in Ukraine, to follow up on a deal his firm was negotiating with a large Ukrainian grain exporter. The trip was to be for two weeks, including travel time, but possibly less if everything went well with the business arrangements.

One evening Paul asked me, simply, “Hey, would you and Jane and Lauren like to come along with me? I know that Ukraine is not at the top of everyone’s list of fantasy travel destinations, but it’s different, and none of us may ever get the chance to go to a place like this again. And except for the airfare, all the expenses will be paid once we get there.”

And, to make a long story short, that’s how the four of us ended up in Kiev, and with enough leisure time to find some mischief to get into. I’ll let Lauren, Paul’s daughter, take over the story from here.

LAUREN

The day our flight arrived, we just luxuriated in our spacious contemporary suite, experimenting with all the goodies and reveling in the luxury. About 7 o’clock (Kiev time) we had dinner in a small restaurant two blocks from our hotel. We all felt fine, even after over 22 hours of traveling, so we strolled a little, enjoying the summer evening, then headed back to the hotel for much-needed sleep.

While we had all felt fine Sunday, on Monday we crashed and burned. Traveling eastward through so many time zones really did a number on us. Fortunately, Dad’s client had the foresight to not schedule any meetings until the following day, Tuesday, so that he’d have some time to recuperate. We kind of stumbled around for a while, feeling very low-resolution, and with very little ambition.

Tuesday morning and things were better. Dad was close enough that he could walk to his client’s headquarters offices. Our guide, Svetlana, was to meet us in the hotel lobby at 10 o’clock to help us get familiar with the city and to see a few of the sights. It turned out that Svetlana (“Call me Lana”) was fabulous. She was dressed in business attire, but also for the summertime – plain robin’s egg blue skirt to just above the knees, matching jacket with white blouse underneath, stylish silk-like scarf, medium heels.

She definitely had an eastern European look – the shape of the eyebrows, a slightly Asian cast to the eyes, and a slight curl of the lips which was exotic – and very sexy. Her brown hair, which had streaks of a reddish tint, was pinned up in proper business fashion. Despite her professional look and age – Janey and I guessed early- to mid-30s – her attitude and manner were those of a younger woman. We all hit it off immediately. In fact, Dad even seemed a bit smitten by her – it appeared that underneath that proper, business-like suit was a well-tended, womanly body.

We decided to take it easy for today, since we had just arrived. We went around the neighborhood, she showed us the parks, different kinds of places to eat, and introduced us to some of her favorite boutiques, as well as more standard places to get necessities like toothpaste, nylons, etc. And keeping with the idea of a light day, Lana took us to a Nu-Art Gallery, near the hotel – an enjoyable blend of art gallery and modern art museum. After a late lunch she returned us to the hotel, with plans to meet tomorrow at the same time.

Back in the room, Janey and I kicked off our shoes and changed into some loungeable clothes and opened up Janey’s laptop computer. With an agenda.

We had heard – you know how you “hear things,” kind of like the “they” of “they say” – that in Eastern Europe it’s not too hard to find clubs that are, shall we say, “specialized.” And what they specialize in is various kinds of sex shows. And the specialty we were most interested in, since those vacation weeks in New Mexico, was shows that featured sex between people – most likely women – and animals. And ever since this trip was announced, Jane and I had been wondering – hoping? – if Ukraine was one of those places.

Well, it took a login and just a few searches for “Kiev Underground” and “Alternative Kiev,” and similar (with the help of Google Translate), to find that there were maybe four places in greater Kiev that featured such performances. [ We later learned from Lana that one of these had been temporarily closed by the officials, although it was probably not from a surfeit of public moral outrage and more a matter of the appropriate bribes not being paid.]

Now, how to bring this to the attention of the dads?

How? Easy. Dad’s first day with the client had gone well, and he was enthusiastic about the prospects for the rest of the trip. We went out and had a nice dinner – not too heavy, as we were still adjusting to the travel changes. Dad told us a little about his day, and we told him all about how we spent the day with Lana and how great she seemed to be. On the way back to the hotel, we passed a wine store and picked up two bottles of what we were assured were very good wines from Georgia. And it was after all of us had had a couple of glasses of wine that Janey brought the subject up.

“You remember how when we were at the house in Taos we all watched those videos of people having sex with dogs and horses and stuff? And we were curious but didn’t think we’d ever have a chance to experience anything like that? Well, we heard that there might be places that did that kind of thing here in Kiev, so we went on the Internet and found several clubs that look like they have animal shows. You guys game?”

Jane and I really had expected some serious resistance. But after they made a few concerned inquiries – “Are you sure this is something you want to do, I mean, watching videos on the small screen in private, in your own home, is a lot different from seeing it happening in front of you, in public, with a bunch of people around” – they both said, “If you’re certain this is something you’d like to do, then, sure, we’re up for it. One practical matter. How do we find these places and get into them. Are they like membership things, or by invitation only, or ... what?”

Janey had the answer. “No problem – we ask Lana. After all, she’s a professional guide. I’m sure she’s accustomed to handling all kinds of requests from foreign visitors. And she certainly doesn’t strike me as being a prude. What did you think, Daddy?” I think she asked her dad that question just to be provocative.

“No, she strikes me more as a practical, live-and-let-live kind of person. I don’t think there’d be any problem in asking her.” And so it was settled.

The next morning, after Dad had set off to his meetings, Matt, Janey, and I met up with Lana, today to see some cathedrals, which, as a thorough-going atheist, I love.

So, after a morning at cathedral number one, we picked up a take-out lunch and headed for a tiny nearby park. We surreptitiously opened a bottle of sparkling wine and brought up the subject that had been on our minds, Janey, as usual, taking the lead.

“Lana, we’d heard that there were some special clubs here in Kiev that we might want to visit. Here, we found these names on the Internet,” showing her a small handwritten list, “and wondered if you knew any of them?”

Lana read the list carefully, studying it, even though it contained only four names. Then a little smile crept across her lips, and she said, “You know that all these are places where they make shows of women having sexual relations with animals, yes?”

To share the weight with Janey, I swallowed and said, “Yes, we know that.” And just let it hang there.

“And you would like Lana to take you to such clubs?” Still with the sly smile.

“Yes, we would.”

“And who would be going to these clubs?”

“All four of us – we three, and my father.”

“Yes, I can arrange this. This Friday night might be the best time. And – would you like Lana to come with you?”

Here Matthew burst in, “Yes, we’d love it if you could be there with us!” I love him so much! It tickles me when he goes all horndog.

We finished our lunch – and our wine – and went on to cathedral number two, which really was quite impressive and quite beautiful. But all the while, I’m sure all three of us – and maybe all four of us – were excited thinking about Friday night.

For the next two days, we kept occupied with an agenda of sight seeing, museums, shopping, and enjoying the beautiful summer days. But the time seemed to drag on. Until, all of a sudden, it was Friday evening!

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MATT again – While Paul and I were told to wait in one bedroom, Janey and Lauren went into the other to dress for the evening. And then they came out. They were a stunning pair, Janey, in high heels, her long curly copper-blond hair falling down to rest on the straps of her “little black evening dress,” Lauren in high heels that made her appear five or six inches taller than the adorable Janey. Her mahogany brown hair, now in a new medium-length shag cut, just touched her little black evening dress, almost identical to Janey’s but with slightly wider straps over her shoulders.

But what completed the picture: Janey was wearing a short strand of pearls, while Lauren was wearing a narrow royal-blue velvet collar around her neck. Paul and I were knocked out. Speechless.

Finally, I was able to croak something like, “You two are stunning!” Paul simply nodded in agreement.

Lauren said, “We just wanted to look nice so our men would be proud of us.” They smiled.

Paul said simply, “Well, you succeeded – spectacularly.”

The phone rang to tell us that Svetlana was in the hotel driveway, waiting to take us out for our evening’s adventure.

Her ZAZ four-door sedan wouldn’t have had room for us with our luggage, but with no luggage, it was adequate for the five of us, so we didn’t have to worry about a driver or having to return the car at a certain time.

I didn’t mention it, but it was somewhat late in the evening. The club Lana selected (“nicer, cleaner, a better class of audience”) didn’t open until 9, and the show didn’t begin until 10.

She drove us for a long time, through the central city, then the inner suburban rings, and well into the outskirts of the city, until we were in a sparsely occupied area that appeared to be a mixture of the old farms plus newer warehouses and other storage facilities. She finally turned off the main road and drove around to what seemed to be the back of a squat commercial-type building of fairly recent construction. When we got around to the back of this seemingly-deserted building, there were dozens of cars, most of them new, some fairly expensive.

As we got out of the car, Paul and I had a chance to fully appreciate Svetlana’s appearance. Instead of the business-professional attire we were used to seeing her in, she was wearing Roman sandals with lots of strappy things up the ankle, a soft black leather skirt which went down to mid-thigh and fit her fine legs and ass ‘lovingly,’ and a tight red pullover that seemed to have some kind of silver metallic thread in the fabric. It was sleeveless and had a collar that went up her neck. It appeared that she was not wearing a bra, because of the slight – not actually sag, but ‘absence of lift.’ Her dark brown hair with the reddish highlights was no longer pinned up. Instead, she had let it down to its full length and gathered it into a ponytail, which had the dual effect of giving her a girlish quality while emphasizing her Asian cheekbones and giving her an exotic look. She had on more eye makeup than usual, and a hint of some musky perfume.

Once inside the commercial-type double doors, we saw that it was attractively decorated, much in the style of any western nightclub or cabaret. No tickets or admission fees were evident. (We later learned that Svetlana had arranged for all of that to be taken care of the day before.)

The interior of the club – the “show lounge” – was like many other cabarets. A stage, maybe 40 feet wide and 20 feet deep, with several rows of round tables on the floor in front of the stage and perhaps three or four more tiers of tables rising up from the floor level.

While the hostess was showing us to our table – one of the larger stage-side tables, because there were five of us – I noticed that the girls had stayed back and were talking with Svetlana about something. They appeared to give her a piece of paper. Or it might have been money. Anyhow, once we were all at the table, we realized we didn’t know the local drinking customs, so we simply asked Lana and she ordered Campari-and-sodas for all of us.

As we sat and waited for our drinks, more and more people came in and were seated. Most were neatly attired – some, expensively – while others appeared to be wearing worn or artfully damaged clothing that probably cost hundreds. And all ages. Most were from mid-20s to early 60s. A few appeared to be just old enough to qualify, legally, as adults, so the authorities would not have grounds to pull any liquor licenses or shut them down. And what surprised us was the number of clearly older people – 60s and beyond.

Drinks came, and we toasted and waited. As the place filled and the crowd began to quiet expectantly, I noticed that I was a little anxious about what was to occur. I was actually experiencing a kind of queasy feeling, but also excited. I wondered – perhaps things that are really exciting should make you a little queasy-nervous too? Surprisingly, I wasn’t nervous about seeing whatever we were going to see with the girls. In fact, their presence seemed to make it a little better. I guess we’ve gotten so used to sharing things – all sorts of experiences – that their presence seemed totally natural, like everything was normal.

The girls were sitting between me and Paul, while Lana was seated on the other side of Paul, I noticed, with her thigh pressed against his.

The house lights went out and a “mistress of ceremonies” stepped onto the stage to enthusiastic applause. She welcomed everyone, instructed people to completely turn off their phones, and also warned that there were to be no photos, videos, or recordings of any kind, whatsoever.

She left the stage, empty, and we heard a bit of commotion behind the backdrop. Then a young woman, perhaps early-to-mid 20s came onto the stage, in flip-flops and wearing a simple cotton bathrobe. There was some applause, and then a young man walked out. He was also wearing a short robe but was barefoot. He appeared to be about the same age as the woman. What was interesting was that there didn’t seem to be any kind of ‘vibe’ between them. Not husband-wife, or boyfriend-girlfriend (or even brother-sister), or even just friends. It was just like he was some guy that ‘management’ had gotten to perform in this act.

Then someone from the side of the stage walked out leading a large shepherd dog that didn’t seem to be very well behaved – probably young.

The girl took off her robe and laid it over a chair. Now that you could see more, she was of medium build, slightly pretty the few times she smiled, and with medium-long average brown hair.

Then she unrolled a large bathroom rug on the floor, while the boy got a beanbag-type chair and put it at one end of the rug and sat down on it, showing the beginnings of a fair-sized erection. The girl kneeled down on the rug and bent her head down near the boys cock. But first, she smeared some kind of ointment or grease on her genitals and ass, perhaps some kind of dog musk, or maybe just bacon grease. Then the dog handler brought the dog over and directed him to her elevated ass and pussy. The dog was a little slow on the pickup but eventually seemed to get the idea and mounted her rear end, even before his hard-on had developed.

I sneaked a glance at the others. Paul and Lana were ‘all eyes,’ intently focused on the on-stage action. Janey and Lauren were also fixated on the stage, but theirs were looks almost of disbelief – like ‘I can’t believe this is finally going to happen!’

The girl reached back to help guide the dog’s cock into her cunt, and once she made sure he was well positioned, she leaned forward and began bobbing up and down and fisting the boy’s now fully-developed cock. She had positioned the rug and herself so most of the audience got a good view of the doggie action at her rear. The girl-boy action was much more exposed and already easy to view.

After a couple of drop-outs, she finally got the dog inside her for the long run, the dog humping away, the girl throwing her ass back toward the animal, seemingly trying to get more and more of him inside her, all the while going down on the boys cock as he thrust up toward her mouth. After a few minutes, you could see the knot beginning to form at the base of the dog’s cock, and she reached back and tried to push it all the way inside her, until finally she succeeded.

You could hear a gasp from the audience as the knot finally disappeared into her pussy, and there was some scattered, soft applause. She now rocked back and forth with the knotted dog inside her, losing some of her coordination on her sucking efforts.

This went on for several minutes, until the dog seemed to stiffen, then pause, then try to pull away from her. She held him to her as long as she could, until he was finally able to pull his cock free from her pussy, and a big load of German shepherd cum spilled out of her pussy and down her legs and onto the rug, to the enthusiastic applause of the audience.

As she came down from her own high, she turned around, dog cum still rolling down one leg, and smiled shyly toward the audience. As the claps and hoots and whistles (and, I’m guessing, some Ukrainian lewd remarks) faded, she gathered up her rug and walked off stage, presumably to clean herself and collect her money.

With the house lights up, we tentatively – almost ‘politely’ – began to look at each other. We had just shared in observing an extremely lewd, even perverted, act. And from the strained breathing, it was obvious that we were all really turned-on from watching this sick performance.

It was Lauren who broke the silence. “I guess those videos on the Internet weren’t fake, were they?”

“Guess not.”

“She was kind of pretty. Do you think she has to do this to make money?”

“I don’t know. She didn’t act like she wasn’t enjoying it.”

Then the house lights dimmed again and the MC woman came out and said only a few words, probably the next performer’s name. There was a decent amount of audience clapping and cheering. Either she was a favorite here, or she had some friends in the audience.

This time it was a very slim girl, maybe 5’-7” or -8”, with long curly/kinky light red hair. As I said, she was slim, but not skinny. Her legs were slim but had a pleasing shape, her ass was rounded, and her pussy was either bare, or any hair was so sparse and pale that it looked bare. Her small tits were cone-shaped, and the pale nipples that were already standing out. Her face was thin, with a slightly receding chin; and her eyebrows were so light they were almost invisible. She was not ‘pretty’ by any standard, but somehow, she was appealing. Like the first girl, she carried a rug which she spread out on the stage. Also, she was wearing a black dog collar.

None of us said anything more. We were all sitting there waiting for the girl to start. All of us, even Svetlana, wanted to see her pale, slim body with a dog cock shoved up inside it, preferably in her ass.