Desmond Lowell - Sex orgy with animals

"Sleep tight, darling," she had whispered, kissing him lightly on the mouth.

"What do you mean, 'Sleep tight'?" Niles had grinned back lazily. "I don't intend sleep until I've had my fuck!"

"But – but darling…" he heard Betsy gasp, "you've already come twice! Surely that's enough for one evening!"

"Sure I've come," Niles had admitted, "but I haven't had the pleasure of satisfying you yet, dearest. You're not going to rob me of the thrill of bringing you to orgasm on our wedding night, are you, darling?"

"Oh – oh well – that's all right…" Betsy began to babble confusedly, "I don't mind waiting till tomorrow. Really, I don't, Niles dearest…"

Niles sternly intruded his hand between her legs. Damnit! He was going to dip the wick into her before another minute was out or know the reason why! It didn't matter that his cock felt as if it had been mangled in a cement mixer – he didn't mind its torn and bloody state just so long as it could stiffen long enough to throw another wad of come into Betsy's juicy snatch. His fingers groped inside her pussylips.

What the hell!! What the frigging hell was going on here? Betsy's cuntlips were positively steeped in some kind of greasy, gummy substance! It wasn't a vaginal lubricant – it didn't have that kind of feel. It wasn't the natural outpouring of vaginal juice, either. It was slimy – sticky…

Niles' lips compressed to a thin, white line.

It was sperm. Betsy's cunt was absolutely drenched in sperm!

But how in the devil's name could such thing be possible? Niles certainly hadn't screwed her. And at no time since the wedding that morning had she been separated from him long enough for her to have had relations with another man. Even if she had wanted to. Even if such a revolting idea had occurred to his shy young bride!

Niles swallowed hard. As he lay there, frozen in a rigid, cataleptic posture beside the body of his wife, his mind raced like a supercharged engine, trying to figure the solution to the agonizing puzzle. A dozen times the question died in the very act of utterance: "Betsy, some other man has already had you tonight. Who was it? How…?"

He forced himself to be calm by a supreme act of will. It wasn't possible. It just simply wasn't possible.

That night, Niles had lain there alongside Betsy for a long time, staring up at the ceiling, turning the alternatives over in his mind. At last, thoroughly drained and exhausted by the events of the previous twenty-four hours, he had dropped off into a nightmare-ridden sleep.

The next day, he force himself to dismiss the subject from his mind. And in the evening, after a champagne supper and an hour of elaborate foreplay, Betsy had urged him to thrust his imperious cock between her legs and fuck her as hard as was humanly possible. And when he did so, he found no evidence of anything remotely resembling semen. Only a clear, crystalline spring of sweetly fragrant cuntjuice.

The incident had quickly faded from his mind. But now, as he stood beneath the open sky in this quiet Westchester town, with Betsy voraciously sucking his prick while the dog whimperingly fucked his snout ever deeper up Betsy's vagina, certain facts began to emerge with stark clarity in Niles' computer-like mind.

Once again, driven by some inner, unconscious impulse, his brain was relentlessly poring over those hours immediately preceding that instant on the wedding night when Betsy had slumped to her knees and commenced to blow his dick.

And now, for the first time, he remembered the dogs.

Niles and Betsy had checked into the resort hotel early in the evening. After an early dinner in the hotel dining room, they had strolled out onto the terrace for a breath of air before retiring. On the terrace, they had fallen into conversation with a polite, refined English couple who had brought a pair of Irish setters with them. The dogs were quietly sprawled at their owners' feet when Niles and Betsy first saw them.

Betsy had immediately made a bee-line for the handsome animals. Crouching beside them, she had plied the English couple with all kinds of questions as to the dogs' names, their ages, pedigree, and so forth. And all the time, Betsy's hands had roved over the creatures' pelts, luxuriating in the softness of their superbly groomed hair, fondling their paws, and…!

And now, as Niles' memory roved back over that evening, he quite clearly recalled that, for one horrifying instant, Betsy's fingers had also been busy with the dogs' genitals – hurriedly caressing the stubby, black cocks and rubbing her palms over the tips of the animals' dicks as if about to masturbate them!

It had only been for an instant. It could have been a slip of Betsy's hand, an involuntary movement without real significance. Then, as the Englishwoman remarked that it was time to give the animals their nightly walk, Betsy had practically fallen all over herself in volunteering herself for the job.

"Oh, let me walk the dogs!" she had cried, starting to her feet and gathering the pets' leashes in her hand before the couple could demur. "I can see you folks are just dying to have another brandy before you go up to your room. Sit here and relax awhile longer while I give these lovely creatures a spot of exercise!"

And she was gone, with the setters in tow, before anyone could stop her. It was obvious at the time that the English couple regarded Betsy's behavior as a bit odd, but they were too polite to say anything. And when, approximately a half-hour later, Betsy had returned with the dogs looking brisk and happy, it was a closed incident.

Niles recalled now that the only remark offered by the Englishman at the time was: "The dogs certainly look well exercised…"

Yes! They certainly had been well exercised. But it was not until this precise moment, as Niles was having his cock sucked as the greyhound relentlessly bored his snout up Betsy's cunt that Niles realized what that exercise had consisted of – Betsy had allowed herself to be thoroughly fucked by both dogs!

No doubt about it. On her wedding night, Betsy had given first preference to a pair of animals! Before Niles had had an opportunity to so much as wet the tip of his dick inside Betsy's juice-brimming twat, she had deliberately taken on two beasts – flopped down in the hotel gardens with a couple of dogs and allowed them to fill up her pleasure cave with their slimy, glutinous sperm!

All at once the pieces of the puzzle fell into place and Niles was sickened by the revelation.

The moment of revelation came precisely as Niles shot his seething load into Betsy's mouth. At the same moment, she bore her crotch down on the greyhound's slurping muzzle and Niles could tell by the shudders that racked her body that Betsy was having her orgasm.

Betsy's mouth quickly filled with the superabundant discharge of Niles' churning testicles and part of the rich cream outpouring over her lips. She sucked loudly and with obvious relish. It was difficult to tell exactly at which end she was experiencing her greatest joy: whether it was in gulping Niles' voluminous flood of rich, syrupy come or in having her cunt fucked to delirious orgasm by the insatiably stabbing snout of the excited animal that groveled between her legs.

When the last of Niles' sperm finally pulsed into Betsy's sucking lips, he hurriedly zipped up his fly and made as if to take his wife by the arm. He was going to lead her straight home and grill her as no woman had ever been grilled before.

But more was to come. Before he could stop her, Betsy sank to the ground. With her mouth entirely filled with Niles' hot, slushy sperm, she commenced to kiss the dog on the mouth – to let the animal thrust its greedy tongue deep inside her own mouth to lap the creamy nutriment that had just vomited from Niles' deliriously sucked cock! And, at the same time, Betsy's slim, patrician hand was fumbling between the dog's legs – groping for his dick! And before Niles' aghast stare, Betsy began to jerk the animal off with quick expertise, her hand fluttering faster than the eye could follow, while she allowed the creature to fuck its sperm-lapping tongue deep into her throat!