Desmond Lowell - Sex orgy with animals

It was a few weeks after they returned from their honeymoon that Niles Dawson had his first terrifying glimpse into the depths of his lovely young bride's bizarre tastes.

Niles and Betsy Dawson had taken a fine home in Westchester County, within easy commuting distance of New York City, where Niles had a lucrative real estate business. It was a pleasant neighborhood of large homes, lush lawns, and enormous, over-arching trees.

One evening, Niles and Betsy were strolling along the sidewalk, hand in hand, enjoying the pleasant May air, and the feeling of being newlyweds. Niles was exultantly aware that his youthful wife – she was only twenty – hadn't a stitch on beneath her flimsy summer dress.

He delighted, therefore, whenever they were in shadow, in running his eager hand over her ass, reveling in her buttocks' exuberant contours. From time to time he even thrust his hand up under skirt. Giggling, she would slap it away.

But he would always come back for more. His dick would strain at his pants as he roved his hand over her sleek thighs, intruding his fingers into her hot, slippery ass crack and, for short, delirious moments, between her legs and up into the crispy muff where he would fondle her fleshy cunt lips.

Betsy giggled and slapped, but it was obvious she loved it, and she would smear her body provocatively against his every time he squeezed her tits.

Niles was congratulating himself on his superb judgment in choosing such a delectable morsel as his bride when the dog appeared out of nowhere, running toward them swiftly over the wide, well manicured lawn. It was a beautiful animal – large, very lean, and sleekly streamlined. Niles wasn't familiar with dog breeds and pedigrees and that sort of thing, but he thought this might be a greyhound.

He stood by in amusement as Betsy patted the animal's head and addressed him in the fond language many people love to lavish on pets. He continued to smile as the dog licked Betsy's shoes and curiously sniffed at her legs.

But when the animal raised his snout beneath Betsy's skirt, elevating the hem to crotch level, and began to sniff avidly at her exposed, bare cunt, Niles' smile abruptly faded.

"I wouldn't let him do that, Betsy…" he began. But his wife silenced him with an imperious gesture. "Surely you're not jealous of a mere dog, Niles," Betsy exclaimed sarcastically, "Heavens! The poor creature is probably famished for the smell of pussy, that's all. His owners have had him cooped up for days I'll bet!" Then, darting a winning smile at the animal as it raked its frantically snuffling nostrils up and down her cunt crack, Betsy crooned, "Poor baby! Does doggie want to lick Mommy's twat? Go ahead – lick it! Lick it!"

"For heaven's sake, be careful!" Niles exploded. "This dog may be vicious. You don't know what kind of mood he may be in. Betsy, don't just stand there like that! Put your skirt down, and let's be on our way home!"

It was as if Betsy hadn't heard one single word Niles had said. Her lovely, oval face was transfixed in a strange, dreamy stare as she stood there on the lawn, her slim, voluptuously contoured body shadowed by the elm boughs overhead, gazing fixedly down at the animal whose pink tongue flickered flame-like between her legs.

Her legs were spread slightly as she stood, and she held her skirt at waist level, completely exposing her creamy-white belly and ass. Her magnificent thighs were also bare, except for the sheer nylon hose that halted about three inches above her knees. The meaty succulence of Betsy's thighs bulged exuberantly over the tops of her stockings and strained tantalizingly against the pink elastic of her garter belt.

Niles couldn't help sucking in his breath excitedly as he stared at her. One of the things that had most attracted him to her right from the start was the electrifying contrast between Betsy's innocently childlike face and the riotous extravagance of her sweetly up-tilted melon-like tits… the explosive rotundity of her deep-clefted, high-slung ass… and the long, spectacularly sculptured legs that seemed designed specifically to flaunt the jiggling, rippling array of fleshy treasures that constituted her breathtakingly voluptuous body.

Now one of those splendid treasures was being casually profaned by a dumb animal! A thoroughbred, highly pedigreed animal, true, but a beast nonetheless!

Niles felt the sweat start out on his palms and his voice had an unaccustomed tinge of hoarseness as he cried, "Betsy! What in heaven's name has come over you? What possesses you to allow a mangy mutt…"

"He's not a mangy mutt," Betsy murmured fervently, her eyes clamped tightly shut as she ecstatically bucked her hips forward toward the animal's greedily slavering tongue. "He's not a mutt, he's a beautiful thoroughbred animal with a lovely slim head… a magnificent head made to order for exploring between ladies' thighs…"

Her lips flared with sudden emotion as she blurted, "Oh Niles! – if you could know how delicious it feels having his magnificent tongue scouring over my vulva! A dog's tongue is so rough – it's like having a warm, blubbery file gliding tenderly over your most sensitive parts… rasping and arousing you where you most want to be excited! Oooh, oooh… that's right, doggie! Fuck your tongue back and forth over Mommy's cunt! Mommy loves it so much…!"

With an abrupt motion, the animal withdrew its tongue from Betsy's abundantly juicing cunt slit. Ducking skillfully between her stiffly planted legs, he now began to delve into her rearward treasures, his voracious pink tongue skidding impudently into her ass crack, loudly slurping the sweat that was beginning to form there in great, crystalline globules as Betsy's lascivious excitement mounted steadily, relentlessly.

"Betsy…" Niles' agonized protest died in his throat as he observed his wife's next move.

Raking her skirt nearly up to the level of her pendulously swaying breasts, Betsy bent sharply at the waist and separated her buttocks with trembling hands to afford the dog's frenzied tongue easiest possible access to the glassy-slick notch of her pinkish-brown ass crack. The dog's mouth played feverishly over the splendid mounds of Betsy's marshmallow-soft ass, licking, sucking, slavering, making the lovely hillocks ripple and shudder with the force of his imperiously rampaging tongue!

Now, even as he continued to guzzle Betsy's ass and cunt juices with animalistic fervor, the dog commenced to whine piteously. It was a low, spasmic, whimpering cry.

"Oh, poor doggie!" Betsy exclaimed sympathetically, "what's the matter?"

In answer, the dog began to drag his genitals along the ground, actually grinding his stubby cock into the earth as his tongue stabbed at Betsy's brazenly displayed asshole.

"Oh, the poor animal is simply out of his mind with desire," Betsy declared. "Niles – why don't you help the poor thing relieve himself? Jerk his cock… help him climax!"

Niles had to pinch himself to be sure he wasn't dreaming. "You – you want me to get down on the ground and jerk this filthy animal's cock while he sucks your pussy and your ass?!!" Niles exclaimed in agonized tones. "Not on your life!"

"Oh, you're so cruel!" Betsy moaned. Her face was dripping with perspiration now, and gleaming rivulets of sweat were pouring down her thighs and draining in continuous streams from the cherry-tipped mounds that had flopped out the low-cut neckline of her dress. "I never dreamed you were the type who'd be cruel to poor, helpless dumb animals, Niles!"