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

CHAPTER FOUR

Nelda Culver tried to appear composed as she asked, "Do you see now, why I wanted you to return last night and see with your own eyes the sort of things that go on out here?"

It was the following afternoon. Nelda had done her pathetic best to arrange her hair becomingly. She had donned a cheap, modest frock. She was the very image now of lower-middle-class respectability.

But Niles could not blot out the image of the naked woman who had writhed obscenely beneath the battering impact of a lust-crazed animal as he replied, "Yes, Nelda, it's clear now. If I hadn't seen that… that revolting orgy with my own eyes, I would never have believed. No words could have made me believe that a fine-looking woman like yourself… and those beautiful children…"

She nodded quickly. "Now that you've seen the worst, I feel I owe you a complete explanation," she said in a low voice. "To me, life has become a living nightmare. I never dreamed when I married him, that Rufe could descend to the level of his barnyard beasts. But Rufe was never much of a farmer. He was never good at any kind of trade. So, some years ago, when Betsy was still a child, he hit on this way of making money. He started giving these shows."

"At first, the animals weren't involved at all. It… it was just him and myself. He forced me to perform intercourse with him in front of a small paying audience. Gradually the audiences got larger. And then they wanted stronger stuff. So Rufe compelled me to have sex with dogs. Then with larger animals. The people not only wanted to see me degrade myself with beasts, they also wanted to see me abused and tormented."

"So Rufe gave them that, too. What you saw last night was just a small sample of the physical torture I've endured. But the thing that revolted me the most was Rufe's insistence on drawing the children into the act. I think I could have endured anything myself. But I could scream every time I think of what he's done to the kids."

"I guess I don't have to tell you what he did to Betsy. By the time she ran away from home, she was thoroughly corrupted. Now he's corrupting Lynn and Alby, too…" Her voice broke off in a sob. "I swear I would do anything… anything! – if I could get the kids away from Rufe's influence until they're old enough to judge for themselves the difference between right and wrong…"

Niles' lips were set in a thin, bloodless line as he watched the play of emotions across Nelda's face. At last he asked, "What prevents you?"

She shrugged. "Where could we go?" she sighed. "I've got no way of supporting two growing youngsters. And besides, Rufe watches us like a hawk…"

"Where is he now?"

She bit her lips nervously. "He's over in the next town at the lumber yard. He wants to rebuild the platform in the barn. You know the one I mean… where the horse and I… I mean…"

"I know," Niles interjected grimly. "How long will he be gone, do you know?"

"I expect him back in less than an hour," she replied. "So maybe it's best if you went right now, Niles…"

"I'm going!" he snapped. "And you're going with me!"

"What?" Her lips curled in credulous relief.

"Yes… you and the kids. I've been thinking about this ever since last night. I've already made up my mind. If you're willing, I'd like to take you to New York. I live in Westchester, but my office is in the city, and I'd be able to help you get a job and a decent place to live and all the rest. What do you say?"

"Oh heavens! I…" Her fingers fluttered at her throat for a moment. Then she cried: "Yes! Yes!" She ran to the back door and flung it wide. "Children!" she called, "Lynn! Alby! – come inside, please! I have wonderful news…!"

Thus it was that, a scant half-hour later, Niles was speeding over the back roads of the countryside with Nelda close beside him in the front seat. The children, bewildered by the suddenness of events, sat silently in the rear. Each clutched a small bundle of personal belongings – the few pitiful possessions they could scrape together in the few minutes at their disposal.

"Oh, this is just marvelous!" Nelda enthused, "and Niles, I want you to know I'll make everything up to you someday, just as soon as I…" She broke off sharply as an animal-like whimper was heard over the persistent whir of the wheels.

"What in the world…" she began. Her face flooded crimson as she saw the source of whimper. Lynn was cradling a small puppy her lap. She had raked up her short skirt above her hips and now the puppy was eagerly lapping at the youngster's boldly displayed snatch!

Nelda was nearly beside her with revulsion and shame. "Lynn!" she cried, "didn't I clearly instruct you not to bring any animals along?"

The girl's eyes clouded with tears. "But Spot is my friend…" she sobbed, "I-I just couldn't leave him behind…"

White with anger now, Nelda cried, "Take that animal from between your legs! Don't let him lick you in that disgusting fashion! You deliberately smuggled that creature into your bundle after I asked you not to, didn't you?"

Shamefacedly, the girl murmured, "Yes. I'm sorry, Mommy, but I didn't think there was any harm." Reluctantly she pried the puppy's eager mouth away from her gaping vagina and placed on the floor.

"You see?" Nelda whispered. "You see why I'm so anxious to put the children in a healthier environment? Lynn doesn't mean anything by her actions. It's just that Rufe has got them so thoroughly confused that they can't tell night from day. They can't distinguish normal sex from perversion now."

It was nearly dark by the time the weary little band of travelers emerged from the Lincoln Tunnel in midtown Manhattan. "I know a good, economical hotel," Niles said as he skillfully threaded the car through the dense traffic. "As you know, I'd like nothing better than to have you all come to live with me and Betsy. But I think we'd better defer that until Betsy and I have straightened out our own difficulties. I'm not even going to mention this to her. As far as she'll know, you're still back on the farm."

It was only a few minutes before the car glided to a stop outside a small hotel in a good neighborhood in the east thirties. Niles signed Nelda and the two children into their room and paid the first week's rent in advance.

"I've got to run now," he said, once the group was comfortably ensconced in their large, pleasant room. "I've got to get back to Westchester and find out what Betsy has been up to in my absence. I'll phone you from my office tomorrow morning."

Niles was as good as his word. He had many valuable business connections in the city and was able to suggest several places where Nelda might obtain a job as a clerk or office assistant. He had even set up several appointments for her and Nelda spent practically the entire day at interviews. She returned to the hotel that evening in a fine glow she was sure it would be only a question of a day or two before she had a decently paying job that would put her on the road to independence.

Her glow faded and sputtered out like a damp firecracker when she pushed open the door to her room and saw what the children were up to. Both of them were naked. Lynn was lying supine on the floor while an enormous police dog enthusiastically rammed its stubby cock between her creaming pussylips. Alby was clutching a sheepdog in his arms and attempting to force his poker-stiff dick up the animal's vagina!

A sharp, stinging rebuke formed to the very edge of Nelda's lips. Then, by a supreme effort, she forced it back.

The time was past for rebukes. It was also too late for punishment. For a number of months the ghost of an idea had flitted through Nelda's brain. Horrified at her boldness, she had always repressed it. Now, however, with the kids well beyond Rufe's influence, she knew the time had come to put it into action.

There is only one way, she told herself, to conquer an evil habit. And that is to substitute a better one in its place.

A better one… she repeated grimly. Not necessarily a good one. But at least a better one!

So, instead of flying into a rage, she went over to where Lynn was lying on the floor, kissed her and asked mildly, "Where did you find the nice doggie, Lynn?"

"The dogs belong to the woman next door," Lynn explained happily. "We heard them barking and so we went over and asked if we could play with them. She said it was all right to bring them in here."

"I'll have to ask you and Alby to take them back," Nelda said. "Mother has something she wants to discuss with both of you. Put on your clothes and take them back. It's very important."

The youngsters obeyed. When they had returned the dogs, Nelda asked them to sit down with her on the sofa. Placing an arm affectionately about each of the kids, she said, "Lynn… Alby… the time has come for us to have a good talk. Now that we've left the farm, both of you will have to adapt to city ways and forget your country habits. This may seem hard at times, but in the long run I think you'll find city ways much more enjoyable!"

"Now, the first thing I want to speak to you about is your habit of having sex with animals. I know that Daddy taught you that this was fine and good, but city people just don't do that. They'd laugh at you it they knew you fucked pigs and goats and things like that…"

"But I like to fuck pigs!" Lynn protested, automatically delving her dainty hand between her soft thighs, "I like lying down and wallowing in the warm, gooey mud while a big hog sticks his curvy cock up inside me!"

"Mom, you mean to say I'll never screw Maggie again?" Alby spoke up worriedly. "Geez, Mom, I'll – I'll just die if I can't stick my dong into a sheep every day. You want to know something, Mom? I even had Maggie trained so she'd suck my dick… her tongue felt so good on my cock, I can't describe it!"

Nelda smiled patiently. "Let me ask each of you a serious question," she said, "and I want an honest, straightforward reply: have either of you ever fucked a human? Lynn – have you ever had your delightful little twat bored by a boy?" And, as she spoke, Nelda affectionately intruded her hand beneath the girl's dress and suddenly tickled her daughter's tiny cunt.

Lynn giggled as she replied, "No Mom, I haven't… I just never thought about it. I like to squirm around in the mud when I fuck and most boys don't go for that!"

Now Nelda turned her smile on her son. "How about you, Alby?" she asked. And as she spoke, her hand slyly unzipped the boy's pants and she began to slide her fingers up and down the slim white shaft of his young dick.

"Gee no Mom," he replied thoughtfully, "I like balling sheep so much I never thought much about girls. Besides, Dad said he'd whip me if he ever caught me so much as looking at one of the girls in the neighborhood. So I didn't."

Nelda nodded. "I understand," she said. "But you've got to remember one thing. Daddy's a long way off now. We'll probably never see him again. Both of you are growing up. You, Lynn – you're thirteen, now. You're quite tall for your age – you could easily pass for sixteen. And you, Alby – you're fourteen. You're no longer children, either of you. You've got to start acting like adults. And adults don't have sex with animals."

"How about you, Mom?" Lynn asked, in a sudden show of defiance, "how about all those horses you fucked? Horses… and other things!"

A look of intense anguish deformed Nelda's attractive features for an instant. "I-I only did those things because your father compelled me," she announced in a low voice. "I hated every moment of it. But, I'm not going to try to convince you that balling with animals is bad. The important thing to know is that sex with humans is better. Much better. More fun… more exciting!"

Alby frowned as he stared down at the floor. "Maybe so, Mom," he muttered, "but I don't have a girlfriend now. I don't know when I'll have one. What I do know is this – I've got hot nuts this minute! Honest, Mom – I'm dying for a good, hot screw! Look, couldn't we borrow the dogs from that nice lady next door again…"

Grim lines formed about Nelda's mouth as she resolutely shook her head. "No, Alby, you cannot," she said. Then, in a lighter tone: "Tell me Alby, do you like what I'm doing to you right now?"

The boy looked down at where Nelda's hand was busy between his legs, slowly, lovingly fondling his cock, cupping his testicles in her fingers and gently squeezing them.

"Gosh, I sure do, Mom!" he cried, blushing to the roots of his hair, "it makes me feel all funny inside!"

"It makes me feel funny too," Nelda declared. If anything, her blush flared even hotter than her son's. "I-I really shouldn't be doing this, you know. Mothers aren't supposed to handle their son's genitals, especially when the boy is your age, but I'm trying to make a definite point, son. The point is this: a sheep or a dog or a goat could never fondle your handsome young cock as I'm doing now."

"That's true…" Alby admitted reluctantly, "I've got to admit your hand feels good on my dick… so cool and gentle…"

Nelda took her son's hand in her own. Yanking up her skirt, she smeared the boy's hand against the crotch of her panties. "Have you ever felt a girl's cunt?" she asked breathlessly. At the same time she continued to jerk his prick… a little more fervently, a little more rapidly now.

"Gee no, Mom…"

"Worm your fingers inside my panties," she instructed him. Her rigid gaze searched the boy's features intently. How would he react to this? Would he respond? "Sneak your fingers inside my panties and feel my twat, Alby. How does it feel? Do you like it?"

Alby was quick to obey. Delving his hand deep inside Nelda's undergarment, he commenced to roll the fleshy folds of her moist, hairy cuntlips in his curious fingers. "Gee, yeah," he admitted with a shy grin, "it feels good. It feels real good!"

"Put your face between my legs!" Nelda urged now. "Smell my crotch, Alby… get a good whiff of my cunt!"

The boy obeyed with alacrity. "M-m-m!" he vociferated in a genuine explosion of admiration, "you sure smell good there, Mom! You must put perfume on your cunt!"

"I do," she admitted, "but perfume can't disguise natural cunt-juices, and that's what you're mostly inhaling right now. Don't I smell pretty down there?"

"You sure do!" he confirmed. "I gotta admit, dogs and goats don't smell that good!"

"You see!" Nelda cried triumphantly. "Now I'm going to show you something else animals can't do. Stand up, please, Alby."

As the boy stood up, away from the sofa, his pants slid down around his ankles. Nelda slid to her knees in front of him. Smiling up impishly into his face, she began to slide his erect tool back and forth through her fingers. "Can you guess what I'm going to do now?" she inquired roguishly.

"Gee – gee Mom – are you going to suck my cock?" he gasped. "I-I didn't know Moms ever did that for their sons!"

"Most of them don't," she retorted with the same saucy grin, "but most mothers don't have little boys who insist on fucking beasts! I'm only trying to instruct you the best way I know how, Alby, that's my only objective in all of this. Yes, son, I am going to blow your prick. And at the same time I'll do something else you may find enjoyable…"

And, so saying, Nelda calmly fastened her mouth on Alby's erect, straining tool and began to munch the tip of the foreskin, nibbling the flaring nozzle while her tongue gently stimulated the tiny slit at the very tip of the swollen purple knob immediately beneath. Simultaneously, she slid her hands behind his hips and commenced to fondle his buttocks, caressing the pink, hairless hillocks, now and then naughtily pinching the firm, solid flesh.

Finally, with a deep breath, Nelda slid Alby's twitching cock all the way inside her mouth while at the same time her fingertip lovingly nuzzled his asshole, tickling it, scouring it with a gentle, rotary motion.

"Oh Mom!" the boy cried bucking his groin into her face, "this is the greatest! I wish now, instead of kissing me goodnight on the cheek, you'd have kissed me on the cock every time you put me to bed. This is beautiful!"

Allowing her son's dick to slither lazily from between her lips, Nelda winked at him, saying, "I'll kiss your dick every night from now on, how would you like that, Alby? Tell the truth, don't I make a better cocksucker than your friends in the sheep pasture?"

"Gee, you sure do, Mom! I never realized! Mom, would it be too much to ask you to lick my balls, too? Maggie always did that for me… it was outasight!"

"Of course!" Nelda replied quickly, "I was just about to do so." She hefted the boy's testicles in her palm for a moment. "My goodness, what a juicy pair of nuts you have here!" she remarked, "they're the size and weight of a couple of ripe plums. My little boy is certainly growing up fast!"

She laid the crinkly brown bag on the flat of her outstretched tongue. Then gradually, she slid it into her mouth, sloshing the spongy balls around in her warm saliva with her tongue while his rigid cock twitched against her cheek.

At last, after allowing the balls to dribble from between her lips, Nelda took his dick in her hand once more, saying, "I want you to get used to the feel of having your wonderfully virile prick in my mouth, dear. If you really enjoy what we're doing now, we'll repeat it many times in the future. As often as you like, in fact! Now I'm going to slip your dong between my lips once more and let you fuck me in the mouth. Treat my mouth like a big, sloppy cunt, Alby. Fuck it and fuck it and fuck it! Oh, we're going to have such good times from now on! I'll blow you every night, Alby, and every morning too, if you like! After all you seem to like the feel of my mouth on your privates and I certainly love the taste of your sausage…"

Lynn's eyes literally bulged from their sockets as she stared at the little drama unfolding before her. It was plain that the slim, doll-like youngster was becoming hot. Her hand crept between her legs and she commenced to play with herself as she watched the growing intimacy between her mother and brother.

At last, unable to endure her isolation any longer, she cried indignantly, "Hey – how about me? You two act like I didn't exist! Honest, Mom – if you and Alby keep it up like this one minute longer, I'm going next door to borrow the lady's police dog again!"

Feigning surprise, Nelda smilingly drew Alby's genitals from between her lips as she said, "Oh Lynn, I had forgotten you were there!"

"I know!"

"Do you mean to say it excites you to see me blowing your brother's prick?"

A look of pain stole across Lynn's face. "Yes, it does," she murmured reluctantly. "I never really looked at Alby's dick before. I never realized how big it is. It's not as big as a horse's cock, but…"

Nelda pinched Alby's foreskin impudently as she interjected: "It soon will be, if it continues growing at its present rate! Well Lynn, I certainly must apologize for monopolizing Alby, but I thought your interest lay solely in dogs and pigs…"

Lynn went to where her brother was standing. She commenced to fondle his dick. She slid back the foreskin and squeezed the swollen purple-crimson knob beneath. A clear gob of pre-come oozed to the tip. Lynn's face was thoughtful. "It certainly is big," she decided, "but I wish it was hairier. I like the feel of a hairy cock in my mouth."

"Perhaps so," her mother acquiesced, "but you'll find you can suck a smooth, slick cock like Alby's much longer without cutting your tongue to ribbons! I remember all the times your father made me blow horses – my mouth was raw and bleeding for days afterwards. Go ahead, Lynn – get down on your knees. Glide Alby's dong across your tongue. See how marvelously easy it skids across. Take it all the way into your mouth. Let him thrust the tip all the way into your throat. Doesn't that feel scrumptious?"

"Mmmm…" Lynn gurgled, "wow – I'm beginning to see what you mean, Mom!" She sucked Alby's tool a brief moment longer. Then, standing, she shyly placed her arms around her brother. "Oh Mom," she sighed plaintively, "I'm so horny! I need a fuck, that's what I need. It's cruel of you to let me get so excited when the only male in sight is my brother!"

"So…?" Nelda drawled slyly, "what's the matter with Alby?"

"Oh Mom, do you mean it? You'd actually let me and Alby do it together?" Her hands clutched frenziedly at the meaty slab that swung between her brother's legs. Raking her skirt up above hip level she enticingly displayed the rich array of treasures between her young thighs.

"I'll think about it," Nelda promised. Glancing at her wristwatch, she said, "It's time for dinner. I suggest we go to that restaurant on the corner. After we've filled our tummies, I may just possibly allow you and Alby to enjoy one quiet fuck before it's time to turn in for the night…"

"Oh no!" Lynn cried desperately, "I don't want to go out to any old restaurant! I can fill my tummy with what Alby's got between his legs. Let me suck his sperm, Mom. Lots of time, back on the farm, when we didn't have enough to eat, I used to suck off the dogs and the sheep until I was completely satisfied. Oh Mom…"

"Yeah!" Alby cried, "Gee Mom, I'll blow my stack if I don't get some quick satisfaction! Let me fuck Lynn now – I'll do it real fast…" He commenced to smear his naked groin against Lynn's sleekly outcurving belly.

"No…" Nelda insisted.

"Then let me fuck you!" the boy persisted agonizedly. Yanking up Nelda's skirt he clumsily attempted to fit the tip of his squirming lance between his mother's pussy-lips.

"I said, no!" Nelda exclaimed, giggling behind her hand. "Heavens, I really had no idea you youngsters had such hot nuts, or I would never have broached the subject."

Inwardly, she was thinking: It won't hurt them to wait a little longer. Let them simmer in their own juices for awhile. They'll appreciate it all the more when they finally get it!

Downstairs, in the restaurant, Nelda kept a close eye on the kids, anxiously assessing their mood. Yes, they were really avid for one another, and no mistake! During the soup and appetizer courses, they constantly caressed one another with their eyes. By the time the salad arrived, they were soul-kissing one another, right out in plain view of the other diners. Nelda smilingly had to caution them against making too great a demonstration of their affection.

By the time the entree arrived, the youngsters' passion could no longer be held within polite bounds. Nelda fixed her eyes on her plate and pretended not to notice as Lynn reached beneath the table cloth and commenced to handle something she found very interesting in her brother's lap.

Nelda smiled a secret smile. Her idea was working out so well! And she really had to admire the determination and resourcefulness with which her daughter managed to handle her fork with one hand while she expertly jerked her brother's cock with the other. There now… yes… Alby was actually climaxing, right there under the eyes of the other diners… his face was growing red… he was breathing very hard… and Lynn had such a satisfied smile on her pretty little face!

A moment later though, she had to caution her: "Lynn, please don't lick your fingers at the table…"

When they re-entered their hotel room, Lynn was on her hands and knees on the floor before Nelda had quite succeeded in closing the door. "Fuck the hell out of me, Alby!" she gasped in her soft, childlike voice, "pretend I'm one of your sheep. Fuck me right now. Now!"

Alby was on her in an instant. Ripping open his fly, he bayoneted his sister's twat with such vehemence that she sprawled crab-like on the floor, the wind knocked from her lungs by the force of her brother's charge!

Nelda watched discreetly from the bathroom while Lynn and Alby frenziedly writhed and wriggled about the floor, literally ripping the clothes from one another's backs in the intensity of their incestuous coupling.

So far, so good! Nelda congratulated herself. It's a drastic remedy, I know. Many people would censure me for what I've done. But I had to act now. I always promised myself that if I ever separated the kids from Rufe, I would not wait a single day in separating them from their animal friends as well. And I didn't.

"Now let me get on top, Alby dear," Lynn was moaning, "let me brush my titties against your nipples while I work your dick all the way up inside me…"

That night, Nelda made a drastic change in the sleeping arrangements. In contrast to the previous evening, she insisted that Lynn sleep with her brother instead of her mother. True to her promise, she bestowed a long, loving kiss on Alby's cock instead of his cheek, once she had tucked the kids into bed. Then she retired to her own bed.

Nelda awoke many times during the night. The creaking of the bedsprings was interminable! But she did not find it the least annoying. Yes, she thought, I've made a good start in setting the kids on the right path. So what does it matter if brother dips his wick into sister now and then? It won't be for always. They'll soon find other partners. Both of them will quickly make new friends in a big city like New York. I'm going to encourage Lynn to have as many boyfriends as she likes… anything to wipe away her craving for pigs and dogs! And Alby – he's a handsome young fellow. It won't be long before he has a whole raft of girlfriends and the mere thought of screwing a sheep will sicken him!

Mmmmm, yes – things were working out well for the kids. But how about herself? She had needs too. Her hand stole between her moist, hot thighs as she pictured Alby's cock relentlessly stabbing his sister's snatch only a few feet away. Is there a man for me in this city? she wondered.

And, for a single instant, she would have welcomed the plow-horse's ramrodding cock between her legs!