Desmond Lowell
Sex orgy with animals
(AA – 39)

CHAPTER ONE

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!"

She wriggled her incandescent ass globes against the dog's snout. "Oh, I'm hot!" she gasped. "Niles, this animal has got me so hot I feel I could burst into flame any second. Dear, please come over here. Stand in front of me. Unzip yourself. Take out your prick and let me suck it while this beautiful animal fucks my cunt with his strong, virile tongue… please! Please!"

Completely aghast, Niles exclaimed incredulously, "You want to blow me right out here on the sidewalk! In plain view of the whole world?"

"Oh please!" Betsy groaned, "it's dark – there's no one to see us. Oh Niles, hurry please! I would never have married you if I had know you were so cruel!"

In spite of his revulsion at the scene of loathsome bestiality that was being enacted before his horrified eyes, Niles' cock was already poker-stiff inside his pants. Since the day he had first met Betsy, only a scant three months previously, Niles had never been able to deny her anything. She had a beguiling, childlike quality about her that made him feel protective and indulgent toward her. The fact that he was thirty-three and Betsy was only twenty reinforced his permissive attitude.

This was no exception. Standing there with her ass and cunt completely exposed, her tits hanging out the front of her dress, her face contorted in an expression of overwhelming lascivious desire, Betsy was the personification of lust… stark, raving, ravenous lust incarnate!

Like a sleepwalker, Niles moved unwillingly toward his beautiful, panting wife. As the dog continued to lap his tongue between the cheeks of her ass in broad, slathering strokes, Niles unzipped his pants. Before he could extract his stiff, straining, seven-inch prong, Betsy frenziedly thrust her hand inside his fly and scooped out the livid slab of hot, dribbling meat.

Betsy allowed her eyes to feast on her husband's tool for all of one second. Then, with an expression of delirious bliss etched deeply into her mobile features, she commenced to suck Niles' dick there on the lawn, and while she sucked, she slowly rotated her ass against the dog's famished mouth.

Now she allowed her mouth to play lovingly over Niles' giant, chestnut-sized balls. "Oh Niles," she was moaning, "the dog has his nose halfway up my snatch… Oh, his nose is like a monstrous cock! I can feel it penetrating deeper… deeper…! Oh, Niles, Niles! – he's got his entire snout inside my vagina, and he's… he's opening his mouth and he's licking my guts! It feels like his tongue is lapping me inside halfway up to my tonsils! Oh shit… shit…" Her voice died away in an ecstatic moan.

Completely incredulous, Niles looked down at where the dog was crouched between his wife's long, lithe legs. It was true – the creature had actually thrust half his slim, pointed snout up Betsy's vagina and was licking and lapping her internal parts with furious abandon! His muzzle was buried in Betsy's pussy practically up to his eyes!

Before Niles could utter the anguished protest that foamed at his lips, Betsy once more gulped her husband's cock into her mouth and commenced to munch and suck it, hollowing her cheeks with the ferocity of her effort.

Niles loved the way Betsy sucked him off. Since the first night of the honeymoon, he felt that he could forgive her any transgression if he could only be sure she would continue to suck him off at least once a day. He enjoyed enormously the way she skidded his dick all the way into her throat, lashing the underside with her tongue, playing her lips over the base of his organ, knowing as if by instinct when to treat it gently, when to treat it roughly, nipping the skin with her teeth, sometimes to the extent of drawing blood.

The blow job she had performed on him the night of their marriage was, in fact, their first shared sexual experience. Many times during the courtship, Niles had felt consumed by a feverish compulsion to yank up Betsy's dress and fuck her right where she stood. But he had always resisted. He knew it would be much better to wait for the honeymoon when they could enjoy their first lay at leisure, in the ideal surroundings of a Caribbean luxury hotel.

But the wedding night had not gone exactly to plan. As they were preparing for bed, Betsy had suddenly blurted, "Oh, I can't wait another second, Niles! I've got to have you right now!" At that point, she was only half undressed. She had peeled down the top of her gown, exposing the ripe fullness of her magnificent tits, and Niles was already nibbling at one firmly erect nipple. He had unzipped his fly so Betsy could delve her hand inside and play with his eager, squirming cock.

Suddenly, however, after only the briefest foreplay, Betsy grasped her opportunity to have Niles without further preliminaries. She had fallen to her knees and plunged his tool deep into her mouth and commenced to suck it like a child sucking a popsicle on a hot, August day.

Even in the ecstasy of the moment, Niles had felt somewhat dismayed. He had firmly believed Betsy to be a virgin. She had never spoken of previous boyfriends; she seemed quite shy of men, in fact – always a little awkward in their presence.

But now his shy, awkward darling was on her knees on the floor, eagerly gobbling his cock as if it were the most natural thing in the world! How and where had she learned such a thing? How…?

But soon his doubts were drowned in the sheer bliss of the moment, the tingling rapture of having this very young, very beautiful girl excite his yearning prick in the most lascivious, the most intimate way possible, bobbing her head frenziedly over his steaming meat, twin streams of saliva drooling from the corners of her mouth and splashing onto the rosy hillocks of her slithering, jiggling tits!

Niles had not been slow in coming, that first night. It was only a couple of minutes before his volcanically simmering dick had erupted into his bride's mouth, sending huge, lava-like streams coursing over her tongue and down her throat, the hot, sticky fluid bursting spasmically from the pulsing tip of his joy-stick while he insistently fucked it further and further between her lips and down into her warmly receptive gullet.

When it was all over, Niles would have been glad to rest awhile, but to his utter amazement, Betsy insisted on repeating the process immediately!

At that point, Niles was too weak to resist. Flopping onto the bed, he allowed Betsy to remove his pants. Then, still half-clad, Betsy had sprawled onto the bed alongside him, and calmly proceeded to suck him off once more.

This time it took much longer. For fully half an hour, Betsy bobbed and wriggled her head over Niles' feverishly excited prick. Her teeth commenced to abrade the tender skin, rasping it to the point of screaming rawness – grating it – gouging it with careless teeth.

Oh! Ohhh! Now he could feel the blood flowing, he could feel himself bleeding from half a dozen tiny nicks and nibbles in the infinitely sensitive skin of his swollen organ. It was like the pain of red-hot needles being ruthlessly thrust into his rod. He could see the smears of bright, ruby blood on his bride's lips as she continued to gnaw and suck his fully distended prick. And yet, with all the agony, he hoped she would never stop!

She did stop eventually, of course, with an explosion of hot seed and blood into her mouth, a violent concussion of crimson-tainted sperm that sent a bone-wracking shudder throughout Niles' entire body and made Betsy choke and sputter as the copious outpouring drowned her mouth and mounted into her nostrils in a sticky flood that gushed over her upper lips.

This time, she had allowed Niles to rest. As he lay there, half-sunk in drowsiness and thoroughly exhausted by his first sexual encounter with his bride, Betsy had gently removed his clothes and put him between the sheets. Then she had disrobed herself and slid into bed alongside him, her mouth and cheeks still encrusted with the syrupy discharge from Niles' raw, oozing prick.

"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!

"Aaaarrgghh…" she gurgled. "Oh Niles, I hope you're not angry at me for sharing your delicious come with this poor, starved animal…" And then the dog's flame-like tongue was flickering inside her throat once more, and she was jerking him harder than ever and abruptly there came the spastic spurt of the creature's sperm into Betsy's madly shuttling hand, the slimy yellow fluid slopping all over her fingers and shooting onto her naked belly as she crouched beside him.

It was the actual sight of the dog's gluey scum crusting over his wife's hand that did it for Niles. It reminded him all too graphically of the night when he had thrust his fingers between his bride's legs only to find that his place had been preempted by a canine interloper. Or rather a pair of interlopers!

Niles saw red at that moment, his hand went to his waist. With a quick, single motion he ripped off his belt. Then, with a lightning-like sweep of his muscular arm, Niles slammed the heavy leather across the satin rotundity of his wife's exposed ass!

Whap! Whap! And with every blow of the brutally wielded belt, a livid quarter-inch-thick welt erupted across the magnificent perfection of Betsy's sweatily gleaming buttocks.

Her hands sprang instantly to her backside. Her sperm-drenched fingers flew to protect her savagely punished can. "Ohhh!" She screamed, "Oh, Niles, what are you doing to me? Are you angry because I…? Oh! Oh, please! You're ripping my ass to shreds, Niles! Oh, Niles, please don't beat me any more – I'll suck your cock again; I'll kiss your ass, I'll do anything, only please don't – Eeeeeeek! Ooowwww!"

Niles was a veritable paragon of fury as he stood over the helpless, cringing figure of his wife, slamming his heavy belt across the matchless perfection of her bare ass, her thighs, even her tits received their share of his skyrocketing wrath.

Niles did not cease until his arm was literally numb with fatigue. By that time, Betsy's entire body was a mass of welts where the savage leather had torn relentlessly at her flesh.

As he flung down the belt in disgust, his face was still grim. "Arrange your clothing!" he ordered, his throat thick with emotion. "For pete's sake, try to make yourself at least slightly presentable. We're going home!"

Betsy was sullen as they plodded silently homeward. When they finally entered their house, she started to speak, but Niles silenced her with a slap. "Keep your mouth shut, you bitch!" he snarled, "Only a bitch would have sex with a dog. And bitches can't speak, they can only grovel and whine!" He shoved her to her knees. "Go ahead," he commanded icily, "go ahead, bitch! Down on your belly – grovel for me!"

"Niles, only listen to me for one second…" she began piteously.

"On your belly, you filthy heap of dog-shit!" he shouted, "Your punishment has only begun!" As Betsy sank to her knees, he ripped the dress from her exquisite figure with a single swoop of his powerful hand. "Who the hell ever heard of a dog wearing a dress?" he hooted scornfully. Now Betsy was completely nude except for her hose, her garter belt and her high-heeled slippers.

Niles removed something from his jacket pocket and brandished it before Betsy's astonished eyes. "Do you see this?" he asked her.

"Why – why, it's a dog collar and a leash!" she exclaimed wonderingly. "Where did you get that, Niles?"

"I took it from the dog you were just romping with," he informed her, sternly. "Right now, I think you have greater need for it than he does." Kneeling, Niles clamped it around Betsy's neck.

"You – you're putting a dog collar on me?" Betsy gulped, unbelievingly. "But, Niles…?"

"And why not?" her husband stormed. "You're a bitch, aren't you? What's peculiar about a dog-collar on a bitch?" Betsy attempted to rise, but Niles shoved her to the floor with one motion of his swift arm. "On your hands and knees!" he shouted.

Then, as Betsy meekly followed on all fours, Niles led her into the kitchen at the end of the leash. He began to rummage in the refrigerator, his face a stony and inscrutable mask.

"I'm not hungry…" Betsy began.

Niles turned steely eyes on her. "Haven't I warned you?" he asked ominously. Thereafter, Betsy was silent. She crouched there, naked, on the floor, tremblingly awaiting Niles' next move.

It was not long in coming. Swiftly selecting a few messy leftovers from the refrigerator shelves, he dumped them all together into a cracked bowl which he placed on the floor. "Eat!" he commanded.

"What? You want me to eat that slop? You expect me to crouch here on all fours and eat from the floor like a…?"

"Like a dog!" Niles finished for her, grinning savagely as he spoke. "Exactly! And keep your fingers out of the dish – who ever heard of a common alley mutt using its paws to eat with?" And before Betsy could offer another word of protest, Niles pushed her face right into the gooey mess.

While Betsy strove miserably to force the food down her throat, Niles secured the leash tightly around a table leg so Betsy could not move her head more than a few inches in any direction without choking herself. Then he stood over her, arms folded, while he grimly murmured, "Eat, you bitch-cunt! Every morsel of it! Dogs that don't eat are liable to fall sick, and I'm damned if I'll spend five bucks on you for a veterinarian."

When she had nearly succeeded in gobbling down the vile jumble of half-stale leftovers, Niles said, "The whole picture is very clear to me now, Betsy. I know now what happened on our wedding night. I know you let those two dogs fuck you in the hotel gardens. That's why you were so eager to suck me off. You didn't want me sticking my fingers or my dong up your pretty twat because you knew exactly what I'd find there."

"Niles, have pity on me. Listen to me only for one second."

This time, Niles' rage almost burst the bonds of sanity. Again removing his heavy leather belt, he lashed her naked body over and over, forcing her to squirm and grovel, first on her belly, then on her back, as the barbarous lash wrote its message of fire over the pale whiteness of her satiny hide.

He continued to whip her for five maniacal minutes. At the end of that time, he suddenly dropped the lash, and bursting into tears, sank to his knees beside her. "I'm sorry, dear," he blurted, as he loosened the dog collar from around her neck, "but something just seemed to come over me. When I saw you degrading yourself with that dog outside, and when it dawned on me how you'd let yourself be defiled on our wedding night…"

"It's all right, dearest," Betsy said soothingly. She was crying too, now. "But I have this compulsion whenever I'm near a fine-looking dog to – to handle him intimately. To fondle his cock. To kiss him. To let him thrust his snout up my pussy and excite me with it. I-I've been like this for a long time, dearest. But I promise to do better in the future. I swear it! After all, I have a fine, virile husband with the biggest, most beautiful prick a girl could want to have between her legs. Or between her lips. I love having you ramrod your smoking prick up my cunt, Niles. I love to suck it too. Say you forgive me, darling, and I promise you an extra treat tonight when we go to bed."

"Of course," he forgave her. It was easy to forgive Betsy when she smeared her lush, naked softness against his muscular maleness, making his cock quiver and flip inside his pants like a hooked eel, and when she tilted her childlike face upwards for him to kiss.

And she kept her promise that night. She had promised an extra treat, and she delivered it. In spades. She made her lovely, normally resilient tongue into a wondrous imitation of a poker-stiff prick which she slowly, with infinite guile, intruded between his buttocks and lovingly protruded into his blissfully acquiescent asshole, reaming and sucking and making her mouth and tongue perform all sorts of fantastic tricks that eventually resulted in his climaxing without her even touching a finger to his cock.

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?