"Sex orgy with animals" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lowell Desmond)

CHAPTER THREE

The following day, as he sat at his desk tormentedly turning over in his mind a confused jumble of thoughts, Niles at last came to a definite decision.

There was no longer any point in trying to play things by ear, he was sure. He had to find out what really lay at the root of Betsy's sickness. He couldn't go on from day to day, never knowing whether Betsy's perversity was something that would gradually wither in the normal course of married life… or whether it was more deep-seated than that.

Niles hated to think of the word "incurable". But if Betsy were truly incurable, now was the time to find out.

She had mentioned that psychiatrists had been unable to help her. She had also mentioned that her preference for animals extended deep into her childhood.

Niles was determined to learn something of that childhood. To speak with her mother and father, if possible. He had never met them. Betsy was reluctant even to speak of them. She seemed so eager to forget her origins… to start life all over, as she expressed it, a new, rewarding life with Niles that would obliterate even the memory of the past.

And yet – how strange! – the past seemed determined to haunt her. Try as she might, she could not shake off its baleful shadow.

Pressing his fingers to his temples, Niles attempted to recall the little that Betsy had imparted of her family. Her family name was… Culver… yes, that was it – Culver! They lived in a place called Morgansville, a tiny, backwoodsy place located in a remote corner of a neighboring state. What else did he know about them? Nothing, he had to admit. Absolutely nothing.

Niles had his secretary bring in an atlas. Searching over a map of the neighboring state, Niles saw that Morgansville wasn't nearly as far away as he had imagined. It was small, yes, and situated in an isolated, mountainous region. It was hardly distinguishable on the map. But half a day's hard driving would bring him there!

Niles formed his decision on the spot. He would proceed to Morgansville today. Now. He cursed himself for not having thought of this sooner. He might have saved himself untold grief.

There was no formality about taking off. Thank heavens, his real estate brokerage firm was in good shape – it could easily be left in the hands of his assistant for a day or two. He owed no one an explanation but Betsy. That was easily handled too. A phone call, explaining that business had called him to New York for an overnight stay, did the trick.

Then Niles was on his way. He had smooth sailing for about three-quarters of the way. Then the smooth, four-lane highway gave way to a confusing tangle of semi-improved lanes. These grew more primitive as he went on.

It was early evening by the time Niles drew into Morgansville. It was hardly more than a place where two roads come together. A few ramshackle houses. A general store. A gasoline pump. That was about it.

Niles made some discreet inquiries at the store. He found that Rufe and Nelda Culver did not actually live in the village. They had a small, gone-to-seed farm about a mile down the road. "You'll have to look hard beyond the trees to find the farmhouse," the girl declared, "but it's there."

Niles wondered what kind of reputation the Culvers had in the neighborhood. A funny kind of smirk had spread across the face of the girl behind the counter as soon as he mentioned the name. Yes… clearly there was a mystery here!

Niles found the Culver farmhouse without too much trouble. For a moment he thought it might have been deserted – it looked so lonely and run-down. But as he left the car, a dog romped out from under the porch and began to growl at his heels. Then the door creaked open and a woman was outlined against the shadowy interior.

She could, with a bare minimum of attention, have been an extremely attractive female. She seemed to be in her early thirties. Her feet were bare and her long, ash-blond hair was tangled and unkempt. Her thin, rather sweet face bore the lines that spoke of worry and hardship. But her figure was still slim and voluptuous in its contours. Her legs had the exquisite molding of a twenty-year-old's. And her breasts were still firm and erect. She obviously wore nothing underneath – not even a bra – and one nipple protruded negligently through her torn dress.

Could this be Betsy's sister? Niles wondered. He recalled vaguely that Betsy had once mentioned a sister. But she'd said nothing about age.

The woman regarded him with clear hostility. "Come around later!" she blurted. "Eight o'clock. We're not ready for you yet!"

Ready? Ready for what? Niles decided to come to the point at once. "Are you Betsy's sister?" he inquired, "my name is Niles Dawson. I'm Betsy's husband…"

The woman retreated a step. Her manner changed in a flash. Sullen hostility was instantly replaced by relief. Relief… and confusion. "Oh for mercy's sake!" she cried, "I-I never imagined…" She swallowed hard, then said, "Come in, please!"

She let Niles brush past her. Then, before shutting the door, she cast what seemed to be an anxious look down the road. Apparently satisfied, she turned her pathetic gaze on Niles. Gesturing toward the dilapidated sofa, she said, "Sit down, please. No, I'm not Betsy's sister. I'm her mother…"

Niles' astonishment must have written all over his features because she instantly added, "We're not so different in age as you might imagine, Mr. Dawson. I was only thirteen when I had Betsy. I guess that surprises you too, doesn't it? Well, out here in the backwoods, we don't wait as long as you city folks!"

Her face colored as she said this. Noting her embarrassment, Niles quickly said, "I'm not going to beat about the bush, Mrs. Culver. You weren't invited to the wedding because Betsy was determined not to have any of her family present. I didn't understand it at the time. And now that Betsy and I have lived together for some time, I find there are other things about her that I don't understand either…"

A look of genuine pain flitted across the woman's features. "Like what?" she inquired in tones barely above a whisper.

"Betsy… I don't quite know how to say this… Betsy has a liking for animals that's not altogether normal…"

"Heavens above…" The woman's words came as a tortured gasp. "I was afraid of this. I hoped that as soon as she got married, things would be different."

"Different?" Niles voice was urgent now. "Different from what? Mrs. Culver, I want to know everything about Betsy you can tell me…"

At that moment, a young girl ran into the room from the kitchen. One glance convinced Niles that the youngster could only be Betsy's sister. The silky-fine blond hair… the delicate features… the impish, sprightly air… all were the same. The girl was clutching a young puppy to her chest.

"Lynn!" Mrs. Culver spoke sharply, "go outside! I told you before not to come busting in like this when we got visitors!" The youngster disappeared.

Mrs. Culver waited till she heard the back door slam. Then, still speaking in faint, whispery tones, she said, "I don't want the kid to overhear anything she might repeat. Mr. Dawson…"

"Call me Niles," he interjected swiftly.

"All right," she said, with the ghost of a smile, "and you can call me Nelda. Anyhow, Niles, this isn't a good time for us to talk. I'm expecting my husband – Rufe – back any minute. He'd rip the hide off me if he knew I was talking to you without him on hand. I…"

She hesitated for a long moment. Then, biting her lips, she said, "If you want to know all about Betsy – more than any words of mine can explain – come back around eight tonight. There'll be lots of other folks around here by then and you can get lost in the crowd. Don't wear a jacket or a tie like you got on now. Rumple yourself up some. Put a chew of tobacco in your mouth."

"Then, after you've seen what there is to be seen, don't hang around. Get off the property fast. You'll have some more questions, but the best time to ask them is around the early part of tomorrow afternoon. Not before then. Understand?"

"No," he admitted, standing up, "but I'll try to follow your instructions." She went to the door and opened it. As he went past her, he looked her square in the face. The fear was still there. But now he could see another emotion struggling with the fear. It looked like a timid, flickering kind of hope!

Niles drove about ten miles down the road until he found something like a primitive motel. He rested a bit. By the time he had crammed down a few bites of supper it was nearly eight. Time to return to the Culver farm.

The shadows were deep in the hills by the time he drove up and parked on the edge of the farm. His car was just one of several dozen. Quite a throng was milling about in the barnyard. Farmers… mechanics… loafers… it was quite a mixed bag. Niles did his best to blend in with the throng.

Now what happened? he wondered. He didn't have to wait long. It was only a minute before the mob began to move around the barn. Niles tagged along. There was a funny smell in the air.

The funny smell came from the pigs. Rufe Culver had a few pigsties in back of the barn. The crowd quickly assembled around a few square yards of vile-smelling mud that the hogs obviously used to wallow in when the weather was warm.

A hog was wallowing there now. A huge brute of an animal that snorted and grunted obscenely as he rolled in the filth with a smaller, younger pig.

No… wait! The other creature… it wasn't a pig at all. It was a girl! It was a young, naked girl that romped in the fetid mud with the slavering hog! And not just any girl. It was Betsy's sister. It was Lynn!

Niles' eyes bugged. Oblivious of the elbows that ruthlessly jostled him as the throng of prurient sensation-seekers fought for a closer look, Niles forged his way to the very edge of the hog-wallow. He had to be sure. He had to be absolutely certain his eyes were not deceiving him. No – this was no illusion. It was Betsy's sister who was groveling in the mud with a barnyard brute!

She was a lovely little thing. Smeared with filth as she was… her silvery blonde hair matted and tangled with dirt and slime, a kind of pristine radiance shone through. She was completely naked. Her budding titties were two tiny cupcakes on her flat little chest. Her pussy-hair – a ridiculous frosting of blonde fuzz at the divine triangle where thighs and belly met – looked as though it would melt like sugar in the shower. She was obviously very young – no more than a few months past her first period, perhaps.

What is this, a wrestling match? Niles wondered. Then, as he heard the sly remarks being exchanged about him… as he heard the repressed giggles from the women – for women as well as men were present at the obscene spectacle – the full horror of the scene burst on Niles.

He stared closer. This was no wrestling match. The great, brutish hog was fucking Lynn! This angel-faced youngster was actually spreading her legs for this monster… inviting the beast to ream his strange, squirmy-looking penis into the pinkly gleaming pussylips that peeped shyly between her slender young thighs!

And Lynn was laughing! The innocent-looking little girl actually seemed to be enjoying herself! "Stick your little dickie where I pee-pee, won't you please, Mr. Pig?" she was cajoling the animal, "oh please, I want it so much!"

Then, as the monstrous creature seemed to hesitate, she felt between his legs, fingering the strange, curving cock with expert hands. "Oh!" she cried, smiling, "it's not even hard yet. Well, we'll fix that!"

And, before Niles' unbelieving eyes, the youngster actually intruded her head between the hog's squirming legs and took his cock in her mouth! Yes… little Lynn… his own wife's sister… took the filthy, mud-dripping pig's penis between her petal-soft, petal-pink lips and commenced to suck the vile object with as much relish as if it were a peppermint stick!

It was plain that the hog was becoming aroused. Darting an eager tongue from between his fat, slavering lips, the creature began to lick avidly at Lynn's pussy, lapping up the fragrant juice that was oozing from between her legs with noisy, gurgling slurps.

Lynn raised her head from the pig's crotch. Her features were now entirely smeared with mud and her mouth was dribbling slime as she cried, "All right, Mr. Pig – you can fuck me now! I've made your prickie nice and hard!"

Now the hog was ready. As Lynn threw her pretty arms about him in a revolting embrace, the animal snuggled his hindquarters against her crotch… trying… searching… Now! Now he had succeeded in penetrating her. The enormous hog was actually reaming his avid cock into gentle Lynn's exquisite young body. Betsy's sister was allowing herself to be tossed and slammed and squashed about in the filth and mud as she was fucked within an inch of her life by a grunting, slobbering barnyard pig!

Niles stole a shamefaced glance at the crowd around him. It was evident that the onlookers were becoming aroused too. Conspicuous bulges had appeared in all the male onlookers' pants. One sixteen-year-old boy had found the spectacle too much to endure passively. He had unzipped and was openly jerking himself.

The women were not immune either. One, a bespectacled female of about thirty, who looked as if she might very well be a schoolteacher, had reached up under her skirt and was ecstatically finger-fucking herself as she enthusiastically observed the degrading spectacle. Her eyes were fixed in a trance-like stare as she crooned to herself, "Oh yes, piggie, fuck the little bitch! Fuck her till your dick shoots out her asshole! Fuck the shit out the little cunt!" Her fingers dripped with her hot juices.

The hog needed no encouragement. Thoroughly aroused by now, the huge beast was plowing Lynn with all the vigor in his massive bulk, grunting and screaming as his passion mounted, grinding Lynn's tiny body into the mud. At this point, the youngster's fragile frame was black with mud from head to toe.

"Ooooh!" she squealed, "what a good fucker you are, Mr. Pig! Aaaaagghh… I can feel you coming inside me, piggie! Fuck me hard… harder! Oh, I love the feel of your hot cream shooting out of your funny-looking pig prick…!"

The moment of climax was soon over. As soon as the animal had shot its load, it wandered off to a corner of the wallow and fell into an immediate doze. The crowd began to wander away too.

"Is that the end of the show?" Niles asked a bearded farmer nearby.

The man grinned. "Best part's still to come," he advised Niles. "Now we go into the barn. Come along." Niles followed as the throng made its way into the weather-beaten old barn.

A single light burned inside – a powerful bulb suspended from the rafters by a cable. The unshielded bulb case a hellish glare on the crowd as it milled restlessly about. It was plain that most of the degenerates had become thoroughly stimulated by the revolting performance they had just witnessed. Men's hands were creeping brazenly up under the women's skirts. Some of the females were unabashedly unbuttoning their dresses, allowing their tits to dangle out the front in the most enticing fashion possible. A middle-aged couple near Niles were unashamedly masturbating one another; they stood in close embrace, the woman with her hand inside the man's fly, the male fondling his partner right through the fabric of her dress. A huge dark blotch had spread over the front of her garment at crotch-level as her cunt-juices spewed from her excited pussylips and soaked into the flimsy cotton.

The crowd seemed to be gathering around a rope-enclosed area in the center of the barn. Niles forced his way through the jostling mob till he had an unimpeded view of the area. There was nothing there but a female sheep that was tethered to a stake. Now what? he wondered.

An excited murmur ran through the assemblage. Something was about to happen… yes… a young boy was being guided through the dense mob by an older man. Now the boy was in the roped off area. Some of the female spectators uttered shrieks of delight. "Oh Alby!" one of them screamed, "would I love to suck yours!"

The boy blushed modestly. He seemed uncomfortable in his completely naked state and it was plain that the screaming women confused him. About fourteen years of age, he strongly resembled Betsy in the delicacy of his features. Niles wondered… Betsy had never mentioned having a brother, but there were so many thing she had left unmentioned…

Niles felt his stomach become queasy as he watched the youngster kneel down behind the sheep. Now the boy was easing his dick between the sheep's legs… he was smearing his limp cock against the animal's belly… against the animal's cunt… trying to stimulate himself… trying to stiffen the pale pink lump of flesh that dangled between his thighs.

"Hey Alby!" one of the female spectators cried, "if you can't get it up, just lay your pretty little prick on my tongue, I'll stiffen it for you in a hurry!" As she spoke, she hung over the rope and flared her lips in an obscene parody of wetly sucking kiss.

"Oh no, that's all right…" the boy murmured shyly.

Now a stern masculine voice barked from a corner of the roped-off patch of floor. "Let 'er do it, Alby!" the man barked, "the people come here to see you fuck, not to jerk your cock! Let the woman stiffen it for you!"

Niles glanced keenly at the man who had spoken up. It was the same one who had led Alby through the mob… an evil-looking, rawboned man who looked as if he could snap a man's spine with a single twitch of his powerful arms.

"You tell 'em, Rufe!" a man shouted, "let's see a little action here!"

Rufe! Niles' heart skipped a beat. Could this be Rufe Culver – Betsy's father? Good heaven, was this lout the father of his bride?

Apparently, the boy knew better than to protest. Slowly, timorously, he approached the woman who had uttered the ribald invitation and thrust his pale naked hips toward her.

Instantly the woman was on her knees, gulping the youngster's slim, daintily formed dick into her mouth, kissing it, sucking it, sloshing the superbly molded tool around in the warm wetness between tongue and palate while she fondled his testicles with avidly groping fingers!

The boy's penis stiffened quickly. As soon as it was hard, he yanked it from between the woman's lips and knelt behind the anxiously bleating sheep once more. Now he was easing it into the animal's vagina… now he was eagerly fucking the compliant beast!

It was plain he had done this many times before. "Oooh," he was murmuring to himself, "of all the sheep in the pasture, I love fucking you the best, Maggie! I only wish you could speak… I only wish you could tell me if you like it as much as I do… Maggie, Maggie, my best girlfriend…"

Some of the onlookers tittered as they heard this. Niles heard a man say, "He means it, too! That's his favorite sheep. He can pick her out of a whole pastureful. I've seen him fuck her by the hour. I've watched him suck her pussy too, when he thought nobody was looking…"

Good heavens! Niles thought, his face burning with shame… what's going on here? What have I stumbled into? Is there no limit to this family's depravity?

Alby screwed the sheep twice. It took him about five minutes to climax the first time. The second time it took about fifteen minutes. The boy was dripping with sweat and appeared on the verge of exhaustion when Rufe led him away, but he seemed to have enjoyed every moment of his experience.

Now the crowd's attention was diverted to a low platform that stood, solidly braced, against one end of the barn. Niles had not noticed this before. Now, as his eyes adjusted to the rather dim illumination in this remote portion of the gloomy old structure, he saw something that made him recoil in horror.

It was a woman's form… her legs and hips draped over the edge of the wooden platform. An enormous plow-horse was being led toward her. There was no question in Niles' mind as to what was now to transpire. The plow-horse was to mount the woman… he was to place his front hooves on the platform, thrust his murderous ramrod into her pussy, and fuck the poor women until he had fully satisfied his ravening, brute lust on her soft, acquiescent flesh!

But the full impact of loathing did not strike Niles until he saw who it was whose trembling femininity was exposed to the brute's violation. It was Betsy's mother – Nelda Culver!

Niles could see her face quite clearly now. It was contorted in a heart-rending mixture of terror and disgust. If Niles had been physically able, he would have gone to her. But the crowd was clearly in no mood to be cheated of its degenerate spectacle. And, besides, Rufe was near at hand, a bullwhip in his hand, alert for any sigh of trouble.

As soon as the great animal caught sight of Nelda he whinnied eagerly. His huge, slab-like tongue flicked out and scoured her asscrack. The throng yelled its approval. Now the beast had his front hooves on the platform… now he was inching his stupendous sashweight-like cock toward Nelda's exposed pussy.

Now… oh no! If Niles could have gotten his hands on Rufe at that instant, he would have strangled him on the spot! Rufe reached out, sent the bullwhip skidding across the horse's hindquarters like a ribbon of flame and the frightened animal slammed his foot-long, steely hard prick into Nelda's spasmically quivering pussy with sledgehammer fury!

While Niles gasped in impotent rage, the crowd clapped cheered. He heard one of the women exclaim in awestruck tones to her companion, "Holy smoke, did you see the cock on that beast? I'd hate to have that thing ripping into my guts!"

Her male companion merely smiled. "Would you like to have my thing ripping into your guts?" he inquired.

"I'd love it," the woman replied, her eyes flashing, "Oh Tommy, I'd love to have your greasy sausage inside me while we watch that woman get fucked silly by that huge animal! Stand behind me, please, and stick your dong between my legs, and I'll guide your prick inside my twat… that's right, oh this is heaven, Tommy!"

Yes, right there in the midst of the crowd, the woman had shamelessly lifted her skirt and allowed her companion to insert his swollen penis into her from behind! Now, as he began to rock his eager dick deeper and deeper inside her, she was moaning, "Yes, this is really and truly heaven, to have your cock plowing me while that beast reams his big, hairy tool in and out of that woman's cunt… what a rotten pig she must be to allow a thing like that…! I've done some low, slimy things in my day, Tommy, you know that – but I've never had sex with an animal! Oh Tommy, fuck me harder… fuck me with all your might! I think that horse is going to climax. I want to feel your scum scalding my insides the exact same instant that woman gets a good, blistering dose of horse-come inside her guts! Oooh… there he goes…!"

Now the horse was frothing at the mouth. His eyes rolled wildly in his skull as he hunched frenziedly over Nelda's helpless form and commenced to buck his hindquarters against the plump rotundity of her milky-white, marshmallow-soft ass with greater fury than before. The violence of his bayonet thrusts lifted Nelda from the platform with every bestial lunge, leaving her hips and torso to hover in mid-air for a second before they collapsed to the platform again with a sickening thump!

Now the animal was climaxing. Niles could actually hear the sizzling hiss of the plow-horse's lava-like sperm as it vomited into the raw, red hamburger of Nelda's poor, abused twat. Her eyes were closed, her lovely mouth was a twisted scar as she passively endured the final paroxysm of mindless, animal lust.

Now the creature was satisfied. Yanking his cock from Nelda's crotch with an obscene "Plop!" – like the drawing of a cork from a champagne bottle – he rested his fore-hooves on the earth once more and began to sniff the hay that was brought for him.

Nelda lay there, inert. Niles could see she was only semi-conscious. But she still excited the lust of the men in the crowd. A great flood of gluey, yellow horse-sperm was now gushing from her pussylips and drooling viscously down her sore, red thighs. Even in the dim light it was easy to see how the rough, stiff horse bristles had rasped and scourged the delicate flesh. Her ass and the rear portions of her thighs were as red and sore as if she had been whipped with knotted thongs.

A man fought his way free of the throng and rushed up to where Nelda lay, her legs and hips dangling over the edge of the platform. Avidly diving his face between her thighs, he commenced to lap and suck the thick, custardy horse scum that purled lazily down the insides of her legs!

Another man – a scrawny, gangling youth-attempted to join him at his loathsome repast. The first man thrust the newcomer aside with a vehemence that sent him sprawling in the dust. With a fierce look intended to discourage any others harboring similar notion, he then returned to lapping the syrupy slime that drooled from Nelda's violated pussy. As soon as he had licked her legs and thighs free of the noxious ooze, he voraciously delved his face within her crotch and, hungrily fastening his dripping, scum-encrusted lips on her pussylips, he commenced to suck the huge, steaming cargo of viscid horse sperm from Nelda's over-brimming cunt cavern!

Niles was startled to hear a feminine voice close beside him ask, "What did you think of the show?"

Looking down, he found himself being addressed by a slim, attractively garbed young woman who appeared to be in her mid-twenties. She might have been regarded as pretty if it were not for the hare-lip that disfigured her otherwise comely features.

"You're a stranger around here, aren't you?" the young woman persisted, "I don't recall ever seeing you around before."

"That's right," Niles replied, trying hard not to appear too flustered. "I-I'm staying overnight at the motel down the road aways, and… well… you know, I was kind of in the mood for a little entertainment. Somebody told me about this place." He shuddered at the memory. "I thought it was the rottenest, most revolting exhibition I've ever witnessed anywhere," he added grimly.

The girl jutted out her underlip defiantly. Her gaze met his unflinchingly as she declared, "Oh, yeah, it's a crummy show, all right. It's a filthy, degrading spectacle. That's why I like it!"

Niles eyes shot skyward in surprise.

"Yes!" the girl went on brazenly. "I love to see pretty women being defiled and degraded. It makes me feel good…" Her hand stole involuntarily toward her hare-lip. "When you're handicapped and deformed like me, it gives you a good feeling of revenge to see attractive women being treated like shit!"

Her keen, blazing eyes roved his features for a moment. "You don't understand what I mean, do you?" she asked.

"I'm not sure I do…"

"Hell!" she barked bitterly, "if you had to exchange places with me for a couple of days, you'd know soon enough. These backwoods clods… these yahoos that live around here… unless a girl is pretty, they treat her like a common piece of horse shit! Do you know how hard it is to get dates when you've got a handicap like mine? The fellows just sneer at you. They imitate the twisted way I have to hold my lip… they mock the funny way I talk. I haven't had a date in over a year…"

She was becoming so excited her words commenced to trip over one another. She clenched her fists and her voice became a guttural snarl as she glared at the milling crowd about them.

Niles felt it his duty to soothe her. "Well, I'm sure it's not quite as bad as you make out…" he ventured.

She turned on him like a tigress. "A fat, fucking lot you know about it!" she spat, "a beautiful, handsome stud like you who never had to think for one second what it's like to be ugly!" She lowered her voice to an anguished moan as she said, "Some people say Rufe is too cruel to his wife. Some soft-hearted fools say you shouldn't treat a pretty woman like Nelda Culver so mean. I say he's too good to her! You should have seen the exhibition he put on about a month ago. It was super!"

"Oh well, what was it like?" Niles inquired, almost fearing to know.

"It was great! He really treated her like a turd. You know what he did? – he made her fuck a donkey! Yes, he had her down on her hands and knees getting fucked by this beat-up, mangy old donkey and at the same time he forced her to suck off a goat!"

"Oh wow! You don't really mean he made that poor woman…"

"Poor woman, shit!" the girl sneered.

"And that wasn't all. And then he made her lay under the donkey while the donkey pissed all over her and after that he forced her to suck the piss off the donkey's dick and while she was doing that, a lot of the men in the crowd were grabbing at her and some of them were yanking and jerking at her tits while others were trying to stick their fingers up her pussy and one guy even had his finger all the way up her ass and was goosing the shit out of her ass while she was licking all the piss off the donkey's hairy dick!"

As she spoke, Niles involuntarily clenched his fists till the nails drew blood from his palms. "That bastard…!" he muttered through gritted teeth, "that filthy, degenerate bastard…"

"Oh yeah!" the girl laughed, "old Rufe really makes that wife and kids of his put on a show! But they can't really compare with the show he used to stage… when his oldest daughter was still on the farm… I think her name was Betsy."

"Betsy!"

The girl's mouth hung open in surprise.

"You sound like you know her," she explored.

Niles' gaze fell away from hers. "I thought for just a second… but no, I'm sure it couldn't be the same person. You say Rufe has an older daughter?"

"Yes," the girl responded enthusiastically, "and when Betsy was still on the farm, Rufe put on exhibitions that were really something! Betsy really had the hots for animals. She wasn't faking it. The shows would last all night, sometimes. She would get down on a sheep or a dog or a goat and suck its cock hour after hour, making the poor thing shoot its load again and again until she'd squeezed it dry. And at the same time, she loved to have some other creature – a cow, say – lick her ass and her pussy. She'd hold the lips of her cunt wide open as she could get 'em with both hands so the cow could get practically its entire tongue up inside her and then she'd use the animal's tongue like a dick and try to climax at the same instant the goat or dog was erupting inside her mouth. You should have seen her after a night's performance – her face all smeared with animal sperm… her neck and tits all encrusted with goat or sheep-come… and her body just dripping with filth from where some of the animals shit and pissed all over her…"

Niles' voice was a dry croak as he inquired, "How – how long ago was it when she used to do this?"

"Oh, it was quite awhile ago," the girl replied after a moment's reflection, "I was pretty young myself when I sneaked into the shows. I'd say Betsy must have been about ten years old when I first saw her being fucked silly by a horse…"

Niles tried to force the image from his mind, but the livid image of horror would not fade. His wife… beautiful, blonde Betsy… coupling with animals before a grinning mob of degenerates… and only ten years old…!

His eyes searched the gloom. What were they doing to Nelda now? But Nelda had disappeared. Apparently Rufe had dragged her away. The show was over. But the crowd was in no mood to disperse. Their appetites whetted to the point of delirium by the degrading spectacle, they were ready for action now.

The men who had female companions were losing no time in availing themselves of the delectable flesh that lay between the women's legs. Some of the lone, single men were unabashedly jerking their cocks in full view of their neighbors. The females were by no means stingy in doling out their favors. Inflamed to white heat by the revolting drama they had just witnessed, most of the women were more than willing to take a stranger's cock into their mouths while their boyfriend or husband screwed them in whatever position he found most convenient.

In no time at all, every woman in the place was claimed by at least two males.

Everyone – except the harelipped girl!

"You see," she murmured bitterly to Niles, "you see how it is? Nobody wants me…" Then, a desperate light flaring in her woeful eyes, she cried, "Fuck me! Please… you're the only man in this whole place who looks like he knows the meaning of the word, kindness! Be kind… look, I'll let you do anything to me you like…" Her hands fumbled frenziedly at Niles' fly. "You got a big cock, I can feel it! Stick it into any hole you like. And if you can't find one, make one!"

Now she had scooped Niles' rapidly stiffening prong out of his pants. Raking her skirt up to waist-level, she smeared it back and forth across her bare belly. Mashing her cheek against Niles', she murmured passionately, "Fuck me right where I stand. I love to fuck in front of people. I haven't had anything in almost a year. Are you ashamed to screw me, mister? Is that why you haven't had your hand down inside the front of my dress, feeling up my tits? Is that why you haven't tried to grab my ass…"

Niles felt himself melting. The woman was a weirdie, no doubt about that. She was warped and twisted in her tastes. But she was suffering too. And there was no question about it, people could be cruel to a deformed person.

He looked down. The girl had drawn her skirt up to breast-level now. Her pendulous jugs were like two magnificent honey pots. Allowing his eyes to stray lower, he fixed them on the outswelling puff of succulent flesh that was her cunt. The girl's snatch was a steaming jungle morass… a lush, pink landscape drenched in fragrant fluids and overrun with matted tendrils of chestnut-brown bush. His eyes reveled in the swampy vision… he could smell the gaping cunt… he could almost taste it… thick saliva drooled from Niles' unwilling lips.

Then, with a hoarse cry, he was on his knees and his face was buried in the spongy cleft between the girl's legs and her meaty thighs were embracing his cheeks, and his tongue and his lips and nose were deep inside her, his tongue thrusting imperiously far up under her belly while his lips greedily sucked the crystalline ambrosia that was flooding down over his face, and now his hands were groping over her buttocks and between the convulsively shuddering, steep-sloped mounds, and first one finger was up her ass and then two.

"Yes… yes…" the girl was whimpering, "make your fingers fuck my shitty ass and make your tongue fuck my hot whore's cunt… oh mister…"

And now Niles could feel the orgasmic juices boiling out of her guts and cascading down over his face and neck, and her asshole had clamped a ring of steel on his fingers… he could sense that she was coming in her cunt and her ass at the same time.

His dick, still protruding like a monstrous billy-club from his fly, was in deepest agony. His balls were churning, seething with his simmering come, ready to fling their creamy burden at the touch of a hand… the merest touch.

Holy smoke! This was incredible! With his face wedged deep inside the girl's juice-spurting snatch, Niles couldn't see what was happening down between his legs, but suddenly he felt a pair of sweetly-cool feminine lips lock themselves on his twitching, straining prick and commence to suck!

The next few minutes were a continuous paroxysm of delight as Niles thirstily gulped the aromatic syrup that gushed from the girl's orgasmically shimmying snatch… as he felt her climaxing asshole kiss his fingers again and again… and as he pumped his seething cargo of foaming sperm into the unseen female's lovingly slurping mouth.

When it was all over, and he had regained some slight control over his deranged senses, Niles looked to see who it had been that crouched between his legs and so blissfully sipped his nectar. But she was gone. He saw a vague figure that might have been her slip into the swirling mob… but she was only a momentary flash of white… would he ever know?