Desmond Lowell - Sex orgy with animals

"You bet!" the boy agreed with a smirk. "I see it all, 'cause I'm the one that leads the pony. Some of those little girls… we no sooner get outta sight of the stables before they're off the pony, feeling between his legs on some excuse or another! Take little Mary Sue Belford, for example. She can't be a day past twelve, but wow! The first thing I noticed was that the kid never wore panties. Her mother brings her out here and sets her onto the pony and the kid ain't got so much as a stitch of panties on her hot little ass!"

"The kid never wants a saddle. She sits astride the pony bareback, grinding her itchy little cunt against the pony's hairy hide, masturbating her twat against the animal just as bold and brazen as you please! The little bitch has an orgasm before we've gone more than a hundred yards, nine times outta ten. I look at her from the corner of my eye and I can see the sweat and the cunt juice pouring down her thighs and I can see her gasping for air and her eyes bugging out of her head while she climaxes!"

"Then she always finds some excuse to get off the animal and handle his cock as soon as we get a little ways into the woods. I let her. I figure, what the hell, it's no skin off my nose, right? The pony don't mind, I don't mind…"

"I mind!" Reilly declared abruptly.

"What?"

"I mind," Reilly reiterated. "If these hot-pants chicks are going to take advantage of the animals this way, I figure I should be getting an extra fee. A stud fee!"

The boy laughed, a loud, braying laugh. "That's a good one, boss!" he snickered, "and the idea ain't a bad one, either. But anyway, as I was saying, little Mary Sue always jerks the ponies off every time she goes on the ride. She has the poor animal frothing at the mouth and I have to keep a tight hold on his reins or he'd run like a bat outta hell!"

"That's all she does, just jerks off the pony?" Reilly asked, eyeing the stableboy narrowly.

"That's all I ever seen her do," the boy replied, "but that other kid that comes around here every Saturday afternoon – the redhead – what's her name?"

"Janice. The little kid with no tits but a big ass."

"Yeah, that's the one. She's freakier than hell, that kid! You know what she does? She makes the pony piss on her!"

"What?"

"I swear! She gets off the pony and sort of crouches underneath him, the way Mrs. Dawson is doing right now. Then the kid makes a funny kind of warbling whistle, and as soon as the pony hears this, he start to piss. She lets him piss all over her face… she raises up her dress and lets him piss all over her cunt and her ass, and she rubs the hot, steamy liquid into her skin like it was some kind of perfume! I don't know what the fuck her mother must think when she sees the kid come home in that condition, but I never heard no complaints, so I guess the old lady must be kind of kinky herself!"

"Anyway, the kid gets a hell of a charge out of it! And after the animal had finished peeing all over her, she licks the last drops of piss off his dick like she was sucking a lollipop, and then she takes off for home…"

At that instant a woman's voice sounded from the stable doorway. "Hi!" it called, "where is everybody?" Niles had to thrust the bushes aside to see the newcomer. Another surprise! It was Mabel Gurney – Betsy's closest friend! Now what the hell was she doing out here?

Mabel emerged from the doorway. She stood there a moment, hands on hips, a pert smile enlivening her catlike features. She was catlike in every aspect of her lovely body… in her glowing, almond-shaped eyes, in her enigmatic smile, the lithe grace of her movements, and in the secure, self-possessed haughtiness with which she met every situation, no matter how difficult or unforeseen.

At this moment, Mabel was wearing a pair of apricot-colored "hot pants", a gauzily transparent white blouse that offered the skimpiest concealment for her erect, pear-shaped tits, and a pair of gold vinyl sandals.

"Oh shit!" Mabel cried, feigning exasperation, "I see Betsy has started without me again! Mr. Reilly, I really am provoked! When am I to get first suck of that delightful little pony's cock? You always let Betsy go first!"

Reilly sniffled contritely. "I got another animal inside…" he began.

"Oh no!" Mabel interjected briskly, "this is the one that turns me on! Oh, I have an idea… Mr. Reilly, do you suppose this creature would eat my cunt?"

"Why don't you try him and find out?" the man replied.

"I certainly will!" Mabel declared saucily. Niles' jaw dropped as he suddenly realized what Mabel was up to. There was a low, wooden fence just inside the bushes. Mabel resolutely proceeded to divest herself of her skin-tight hot pants. Then she boldly plumped her shapely ass onto the topmost rung of the fence and spread her legs to display her crotch in all its licentious splendor.

Mabel was a natural brunette. Her hair was jet black… sleek and glossy like a black cat's. Her abundant tresses swirled well below her shoulders. Her pussy-hair was similarly abundant – a magnificent splurge of ebony-hued loveliness that smoldered like a dark fire between her thighs, around her fleshy cuntlips, intruding in a moist, mysterious tangle well up into the crack of her rosy-cheeked ass.

It was this crisp mop of juicily aromatic cunt-hair that Mabel now proceeded to thrust fearlessly into the pony's face, spreading her thighs to welcome the animal's face against her crotch. The pony sniffed tentatively, licked a wary tongue over Mabel's belly, then began to intrude his eager tongue inside the woman's gaping cunt.

"Oh shit, that feels good!" Mabel gasped, bucking her hips ecstatically forward. "Oh Reilly, you really are a bastard for keeping this little fellow's talents such a secret! Oooh… yes darling, suck Mommy's twat, Mommy loves it so! That's right, ram that brutal tongue of yours right up inside my snatch lover! Now lick my belly and down between the crack of my ass… let me lean back and spread my buttocks so you can get your face against my ass, too… Oooh, yes, yes! Oh lover, what a heavy, mean tongue you have, little darling! Oh, it's so exciting to have this creature's rough, brutal tongue slamming and pounding my ass…!"

Meanwhile, as Niles watched dazedly, Betsy continued to suck the pony's cock. As she clutched the animal's immense, hairy organ with one hand, her other hand delved frenziedly between her legs, scooping deeper and deeper inside her snatch, masturbating herself with a fury that terrified Niles.

Now Betsy's hand was immersed inside her cunt all the way up the wrist, and her mouth was greedily sucking and sucking and sucking, saliva drooling unheeded from her lips, perspiration streaming from her face, her titties bouncing and skidding across her chest, swirling and rotating their downy-soft loveliness as Betsy's frame shuddered with the great, overwhelming spastic energy of her relentlessly masturbating hand and the immense sucking energy of her convulsively gobbling mouth!

It was obvious the pony was in seventh heaven as he thirstily guzzled the crystalline refreshment that flooded now in torrents from between Mabel's velvety thighs while, simultaneously, Betsy played her mouth and tongue over his genitals, sucking his cock, avidly licking his balls, accepting the hairy tool into the innermost recesses of her throat!

It was just as Betsy had nearly the whole of the animal's immense organ embedded solidly in her throat that he began to climax. The muscles of the pony's thighs commenced to quiver and great, excited ripples radiated across his hide.

"Uugghh…!" Betsy gasped as she felt the hot animal seed erupting into her throat, flooding into her windpipe, threatening to strangle her! Hastily, she withdrew the squirming, twitching slab of livid meat into her mouth, cradling the knob just inside her lips so she could revel in the lascivious heat of the steaming animal sperm rioting against the roof of her mouth, spewing and flooding across her tongue, cascading in great tides into her throat and down her gullet!