Desmond Lowell - Sex orgy with animals

As he lay there that night, slowly drifting off to sleep, Niles' body felt thoroughly satisfied. But a tiny current of uneasiness continued to course through his mind. It was like a scarlet thread staining the crystalline current of his thoughts.

He loved Betsy. She was intelligent. She was beautiful. She had a sweet nature. And she was the best screw he'd had in his entire adult life. But how much did he know about her, really?

He had married her on only three months' acquaintance. He'd never met any of her family – they lived in a remote, backwoodsy section of the Midwest. And he only knew a couple of her friends.

What really lay behind Betsy's strange craving for animal intimacy? She had promised to conquer her bizarre desires. Would she? Could she?

It was early one Sunday evening that Niles received the anonymous telephone call.

It was a woman's voice, there was no doubt about that. An elderly woman – sixtyish, Niles figured. Dry, rather prissy. Old-maidish, but authoritative at the same time.

"You don't have to know my name, Dr. Dawson," the woman said crisply. "My identity is not important. What is important is the ugly, vicious act of perversion that your wife…"

Niles' temper flared like an ignited powder keg. "I don't take anonymous phone calls!" he exploded. "If you won't tell me your name, then I'm not interested…"

"… the ugly, vicious act of perversion that your wife is committing this very instant," the steely-cool voice went on implacably. "I'm sure you know Reilly's stables on the edge of town. He specializes in pony rides for children. Sunday evening is the one time he's closed to the public. But not closed to your wife, Mr. Dawson. She's there now. I've just been watching her actions through my binoculars. I'm a snoopy old maid, Mr. Dawson. But I'm not a liar. Go there. See for yourself. If you hurry, I think you'll be in time for a very interesting performance!"

The line went dead.

Niles sat there, ashen-faced, the receiver clicking in his hand, for a full two minutes. Reilly's stables. Yes, he knew them. He'd passed them many times in his car. It was a small place. Reilly had a couple of ponies. He charged fifty cents to children for a short trot. Good God, was it possible that Betsy could…!

Damn all snoopy people! he cursed inwardly. Damn all prying, spying old bitches who make themselves the consciences of their neighbors!

But even as he cursed the anonymous caller, Niles was reaching for his car keys. As he strode toward the garage, he told himself: I'll check this thing out anyway. Chances are, Betsy isn't within a mile of the place. Chances are, Betsy has never set foot on Reilly's property. Once I've assured myself of that, I'll rest easier in my mind. And if that old snoop phones again, I'll be ready for her!

It was only a short drive to Reilly's stables. As soon as he came within sight of the modest establishment, Niles parked the car on the shoulder of the road, and proceeded the rest of the way on foot. I'll be cautious about this, he told himself. It's quite possible that the old woman actually has seen something peculiar going on out here, but there's no guarantee my wife is involved. It could very well be someone else… someone who resembles Betsy…

The low stable enclosure was entirely surrounded in three directions by trees and closely clustered bushes, most of them taller than a man's head. It was well screened from the very few houses in the nearby vicinity unless someone were observing from an upper story window with a pair of extremely fine binoculars.

Niles succeeded in gashing his face in a couple of places as he pressed cautiously through the thick tangle of thorny bushes, but he felt no pain. The only pain he was capable of suffering at this point was an internal kind… a torment of the mind. But he would banish that in a hurry! As soon as he'd convinced himself that Betsy was nowhere in the vicinity.

There now… now Niles had a clear view of the stable enclosure. He could see everything that was going on inside without being observed himself. Yes, there were people there, that was instantly obvious. The enclosure was open to the sky, except around the edges where a narrow, overhanging roof provided some slight shelter…

Niles took one glance at what was taking place at one edge of the enclosure and nearly fainted. He could feel his knees buckle beneath him and it was only by grabbing onto the bushes that he managed to keep himself erect.

The woman… his anonymous phone caller… hadn't lied. And what he saw far surpassed Niles' worst fears!

The first thing that met his eyes was the small pony that had been tethered to a post at one side of the private enclosure. It was a tame, docile beast, obviously accustomed to careless, even rough treatment by vigorous, undisciplined children…

And by women like Betsy!

Yes, Betsy! Niles' mind reeled as he saw his wife sprawled between the animal's legs. She was more than half nude. She had entirely removed her skirt and her blouse was completely open at the front, allowing her splendid titties to bobble and bounce as she agitated her breathtakingly voluptuous body.

And as she crouched beneath the pony's belly, Betsy's slavering mouth was eagerly sucking the creature's dick!

Niles wanted to vomit. He wanted to throw up and then get out. He wanted to remove himself as far as possible from this place. From Betsy and from the very memory of Betsy.

But first he had to know the truth. Maybe this was just a momentary weakness on Betsy's part. Maybe… after giving up on dogs according to Niles' wishes, Betsy had decided to experiment just this once on ponies… maybe this was the first and only time she had actually put her lips to the animal's cock… maybe…

He tore his eyes away from where Betsy was crouched, her magnificent, fleshy thighs scissored wide apart, her high-mounded jugs slithering jellylike back and forth across her chest with every impassioned motion of her body. He tore his glance away from Betsy to where the spectators were observing her every move.

There were two men – one of them a florid-faced man in his early fifties – obviously Reilly himself. He stood idly leaning against a post, looking somewhat amused. A much younger fellow, apparently a stableboy, also observed the scene with keen interest. The boy's fly was open and his hand was inside. He was ardently jerking himself off as he watched Betsy's mouth gulp the pony's cock deeper and deeper into her throat!

"Aaaargghh…" Betsy was ecstatically moaning, "aaarrgghh…" and her eyes were cast heavenward as she ecstatically fondled the pony's testicles. With one hand she caressed the animal's balls while, with the other, she masturbated her own nipples, gouging and scoring the damask whiteness of her breasts in the frenzy of her effort!

"Ever seen anything like this before?" Reilly asked the stableboy in low, barely audible tones.

The boy grinned sheepishly. "I never seen a grown woman suck a pony's dick like that," he admitted, "but I've seen the little girls fool around plenty!"

"Yeah?" Reilly asked curiously, "you mean the kids that come here for the rides? What do they do?"

"Plenty!" the boy declared. "The twelve-year-old chicks are the worst. They're right at the stage where a cock – any cock is beginning to look good to them. But some of them are timid and shy around boys. A pony, though – that's a different story. They think nothing of feeling a pony's dick. It's like an initiation for them!"

"The kids act kind of proper around the stables here, but I suppose it's a different matter when they get out in the fields and woods someplace," Reilly surmised. As he spoke, he kept his eyes keenly fixed on Betsy's crouched form. Niles could see the man had an erection that threatened to rip through his fly.