Desmond Lowell - Sex orgy with animals

"Oh shit!" Betsy gurgled thickly as the viscous, yellow slime overflowed her mouth and slopped over her lips to splash oozily over her panting titties, "fuck my mouth now, darling, with your big pony dick… really give it to Mommy… Mommy wants to drink all your lovely syrup… don't hold any back, please… yes, yes, shoot all of your sizzling load into Mommy's mouth… feel how Mommy is kissing your dick, darling? Mommy loves to kiss her darling pony's dick… and his balls… and if her darling baby fucks her mouth the way she likes her mouth fucked, Mommy will even kiss her darling pony's ass…!"

Niles could feel his body literally withering with humiliation. He felt as if his entire being were being consumed in the relentless blowtorch blast of a hideous shame. His mind was numb with horror and revulsion.

Now Betsy had taken the entire tool into her mouth again and was sucking the remainder of the pony's scum with a frenzy that indented her cheeks and made her eyeballs bulge from their sockets like two enormous, blue marbles. She was squeezing and fondling the animal's balls, compressing them in her dainty hand with an energy that betrayed her ravening lust to extract every last drop of slimy ooze from the animal's churning genitals.

At last it was over. The exhausted pony suddenly yanked his overworked cock from Betsy's slavering lips. He curled up in a corner of the enclosure and drowsily licked the sparkling globules of Mabel's cuntjuice that still hung from his lips.

Betsy scooped up a few gobs of viscous sperm that had splashed onto her breasts and licked them from her fingers. "Oh, I really love the taste of that shit!" she enthused, rolling her eyes in enthusiasm. "Mr. Reilly, do you suppose you could get hold of a really young one by next Sunday? I enjoy sucking off the young ones, the best. I mean, I've blown full-grown horses, and colts, and ponies, and even donkeys and mules, but very young ponies turn me on the most! I'd like one that's a virgin. I'd like my mouth to be the first hole of any kind he's ever stuck his dick into. Do you think you could get me a baby pony, Mr. Reilly…?"

Niles had heard enough. Stumbling, half-blind with anger and disgust, he made his way out of the tangle of bushes and lurched back to his car. After allowing a minute for his head to clear, Niles drove slowly homeward. When he arrived, he went up to the attic and commenced to rummage among some boxes that were stored in the attic.

It took over half an hour, but at last his hand fell on the object that he sought. It was an old-fashioned razor strop that had belonged to his grandfather. Somehow, it had survived among the family possessions all these years. He hefted it in his palm. It was of very heavy leather, with a brass ring at one end. It must have weighed about a pound.

Niles took the murderous-looking strap downstairs with him. He mixed himself a pitcher of stiff martini and sat down to wait. Every now and then he lifted the strop and slammed it across some convenient article of furniture. A grim smile creased his features as he watched the splinters fly. It was almost dark by the time he heard Betsy's car in the driveway. No, wait… there were two cars. There was someone with her. Well damn, whoever it was would get the shock of his life, because Niles meant to have it out with Betsy right here and now! He didn't intend to sit around and make polite conversation with Betsy's guests, no matter who they were.

Then, as his wife let herself in at the back door and the sound of feminine laughter filtered through the house, Niles realized she had brought Mabel Gurney back with her. Good! He had never liked Mabel. There was something unwholesome about her. Even her intoxicating feline beauty couldn't cover up the poisonous aura that seemed to cling to her like a pestilence. She was a corruptive influence on Betsy, Niles was sure of that now. He would have it out with Mabel tonight too. This would be the very last time she would set foot in his home.

The two women were chattering intently as they entered the living room where Niles sat, half swallowed up in the big leather easy chair. Betsy was saying, "I really love sucking his balls…" She stopped short in mid-sentence as her startled eyes fell on Niles. "Why Niles!" she exclaimed, "what are you doing, sitting here all alone in the dark?"

He ignored the question. "Who are you talking about, Betsy?" he asked sullenly. "Whose balls do you love to suck?"

"Why – why, yours of course, darling!" she cried, her face flooding with crimson. "Whose do you think?"

"If you love it so much, how about sucking them right now?" Niles urged, a steely undertone edging his voice. His fingers slowly unzipped his fly. Scooping out his genitals he allowed them to dangle out the front of his pants. "Go ahead," he urged, "lay your tongue on my balls."

Betsy gestured helplessly. "But – but not here in front of Mabel!" she protested, "I'd be embarrassed, Niles…"

"Now," Niles said. His voice was calm but there was an iciness about it that made Betsy shiver in spite of the sultry temperature. "If you love sucking my balls enough to make it a subject for conversation with your trampy friends, you won't mind sucking them in front of a spectator. Especially in front of Mabel, right?"

"Don't you call my friends trampy…" Betsy began. Then, cowed by Niles ominous manner, she murmured, "Oh, very well…" Falling to her knees, she planted a polite peck on Niles' testicles.

"That wasn't very affectionate," Niles observed, "but it will do for now. Now kiss me on the lips."

"Please!" Betsy protested, "not after kissing your balls, Niles! It wouldn't be sanitary…"

"Now," Niles insisted.

"Let me go to the bathroom first…"

"Now!"

Pouting unhappily, Betsy surrendered. Her lips grazed Niles' lightly. As she started to withdraw, however, Niles seized her by the hair, brutally anchoring his fingers in her blonde tresses and, forcing her lips open, darted his impetuous tongue far inside the soft, moist cavern of her mouth, sucking, and licking, and tasting!

"Hmm…" he murmured, "what makes your mouth taste so funny, Betsy? What makes your mouth so slimy and gooey? What kind of shit have you been lapping up, Betsy?"

"I…" she began. Before she had gotten two words out of her mouth, Niles struck her across the face with all the power he could pack into his strong right arm. "Liar!" he screamed, "cunt! You think I don't know about your orgies with ponies? You think I don't know you've been sucking off horses and donkeys and just about everything else that walks on four legs?"

Betsy could not meet the fury that glinted in his eyes. She was silent as she knelt where Niles' powerful blow had impelled her. But her silence only enraged Niles all the more. Leaping from his chair, he ripped Betsy's dress from her body, leaving her completely naked except for her shoes! She gasped at the unexpected assault.

Betsy's velvety-soft skin still showed the marks of Niles' previous beating. Mabel sucked in her breath sharply at the sight. "Oh Betsy!" she cried, "what fiend put those bruises and welts on your lovely body?"

Niles brandished the savage length of leather he had retrieved from the attic. "I'm the fiend that did that," he informed her evenly. "And this time I intend to do an even better job!" Then, turning his near-manic glance on Betsy: "Bend down and grab your ankles, bitch! No – don't bend your knees. Bend at the waist and grasp your ankles. I want the skin across your ass to be stretched drum-tight when this strop lays across it! I want your pretty pink asshole to kiss the strop when it skids across your whore's ass!"

Her face a mask of confusion and shame, Betsy did as commanded. Folding her exquisite body at the waist, she reached down and seized her slim ankles, exposing her magnificent rear end for punishment. Her tits jittered like two lovely pots of day-old jello as she shiveringly awaited the first blow.