Archive-name: Bestial/gguinea.txt Archive-author: Aliquis Archive-title: Girl and Her Guinea Pig, A --original story based on a real-life experience! Sherri turned off the living room TV and yawned as she walked into the kitchen to fetch a bedtime Diet Coke, her firm breasts outlined under her t-shirt as she lazily stretched her arms upward. As she opened the refrigerator door a blast of cold air raised goosebumps on her bare legs; just panties and a shirt was Sherri's standard nighttime garb. The noise of the refrigerator door was followed almost instantly by a high-pitched "Oooeek! Oooeeek! Oooeek!" from a large cage on the kitchen table. "Oh, Rambo," Sherri scolded. "Hungry again? Honestly, sometimes I think you're nothing but a lettuce factory." Before opening her Coke she reached into the vegetable bin and tore a hunk of lettuce off the head stored there. Sipping the Coke with one hand, with the other she opened the cage and tossed the lettuce in to the delighted guinea pig. Rambo was no ordinary cavy. A rare Inca Blue, he had earned the dozen or so ribbons and trophies above the fireplace before retiring from the guinea pig fanciers' shows at the ripe middle age of four. As for his name, he had earned that during his stud days. Normally male guinea pigs are the peacefullest of animals, even during mating season; but Rambo had made short work of another male who had foolishly been left in a common cage just before one of the females went into heat. The hapless male's throat had been ripped as if by a wildcat. After that, proud Rambo always had his own cage, kept far away from other males during breeding season. Sherri finished her Coke and addressed her prized cavy. "Rambo, don't tell me you're going to get fat and lazy now that you're not chasing the women any more! I'm going to have to put you to work killing mice to keep you in shape!" Rambo had made short work of the lettuce, so Sherri opened the cage and lifted him out, holding him at eye level and talking to him as she walked into the living room: "Such a beautiful sleek pig-pig, I'll bet the girls have been crying their eyes out since you retired from the breeding business." Sherri had never been able to take guinea pig sex too seriously, since the females when they were mounted made precisely the sound that that fat guy in "Deliverance" had to make when the two hillbillies caught him and cornholed him. But Rambo... sometimes she could swear he took an almost human pleasure in the act, and the knowing gleam in his eye when she finally removed him from the breeding cage had sometimes given her the tiniest shiver at the bottom of her spine... Now she stroked his back slowly but firmly, from head to rump, and he began to vibrate the way guinea pigs do, with a kind of silent purring. "Poor Rambo--how long has it been since you had a cavette, six months now? That's five years in people years, poor dear." Suddenly she noticed that Rambo was no longer just vibrating; he was beginning to hump lightly and thrust his pelvis as he would when introduced to a female. "Silly Rambo, do I smell like a guinea pig in heat? What's making you so excited, precious?" Just then Rambo raised his eyes to hers and gave her a glance so full of meaning and desire that Sherri could no longer doubt what her virile Inca Blue wanted. Could a human really...? But she loved Rambo, more than she had loved most of her boyfriends after all, so... As gently as she could, Sherri reached underneath Rambo's rounded rear end and began to stroke his testicles with infinite tenderness. Most novices had trouble even sexing guinea pigs, but long experience had taught Sherri were all the relevant parts were. She put her skill to use now as she felt the onset of Rambo's tiny erection--large, though, by guinea pig standards. She licked her thumb and forefinger to add lubrication as she began to stroke him from base to head. Rambo was beginning to make the low squeal-growl that was his trademark sound of copulation delight. He raised his eyes again to hers--and the meaning in them now was pure love. "Oh Rambo, Rambo, I know!" cried Sherri. Slowly she lay back on the sofa and raised the firm, sleek animal until he was poised just over her lips; then she poked her tongue out and began flicking it back and forth over Rambo's throbbing guineapighood. After a few moments of teasing she took the organ into her mouth and began a gentle sucking. At first Rambo thrusted as he would while mounting, but he suddenly realized that he could let Sherri do the work and stayed still, squeal-growling in an increasingly fervent tempo. He was close to coming, Sherri knew; but she wanted to give him something more than he had ever dreamed possible. She thought about what worked with human males, and then she had an idea. Her finger was much too big, but there was... yes! Sherri stood up and cradled Rambo as she walked toward the bathroom. At first the guinea pig looked puzzled and slightly hurt, but then he evidently decided that he could use a brief rest and began purr- vibrating again. Sherri opened a bathroom drawer and found what she was looking for, a rubber syringe from an earwax removal kit. The tip was just the right size. Luckily she had a small jar of Vaseline, too; she coated the syringe carefully before returning with Rambo to the sofa. She lay back and began again to tongue Rambo, who quickly regained his erection. His squeal-growls came faster and faster as Sherri moved her lips back and forth, back and forth. It was time...now! With her free hand Sherri carefully but quickly inserted the rubber syringe into Rambo's anus until she knew it was massaging his prostate. With that, Rambo gave a low moaning squeal, a full octave lower than she had ever heard a guinea pig make, and came into her mouth in a shuddering, powerful orgasm. From Sherri's limited experience with human males, she knew that this was no ordinary guinea pig orgasm; the volume of liquid she felt now would put her ex-boyfriends to shame. Sherri swallowed--salty but fresh, the taste was--and tenderly licked Rambo's still throbbing organ as it slowly, slowly retracted into his fur. At the same time she reached into her panties and stroked her engorged clitoris; she was so excited that it was only moments before she came in a rapid tremble, barely able to keep from shaking Rambo too hard. At the movement from Sherri, Rambo opened his eyes and stared into hers from six inches away--just stared, and purr-vibrated. And then slowly, peacefully, he sank into a profound guinea-pig sleep. "Now isn't that JUST like a man to fall asleep," Sherri scolded as she cradled Rambo between her breasts with a sigh. "What makes him think I'M done for the night?" Ah, but there was always tomorrow...and the next day... and the next... ...from the fertile mind of aliquis (tm) --