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

CHAPTER SIX

"Well, are you satisfied?" grinned Mabel as they walked from the pet-shop to Betsy's car.

"Shit no!" Betsy cried, "I feel as if that were just the appetizer. Oh, my twat is really itching for a good, stiff fuck! You know what, Mabel, I have an idea. Let's run out to Reilly's place. I'm dying to get a pony's dick between my legs. Fooling around with monkeys and snakes is all right, but when you're as horny as I am right now, there's nothing like a good, big horse cock reaming the shit out of you!"

"Oh, that's a wonderful thought!" Mabel agreed. Then, as she slid into the front seat alongside Betsy: "Oh, but won't Reilly have a lot of customers on his hands? This is the first week of the summer vacation, so he's bound to have kids around."

"Hmmm, that's right," Betsy reflected disappointedly. She thought a moment. "I'll tell you what I've done sometimes in the past," she said. "I've sneaked onto the bridle path where it runs through that thick patch of woods. I wait till the pony comes through. If the stableboy is leading him, I slip the boy a dollar and he lets me do anything I like with the animal. He'll take the kid out of sight someplace for a couple of minutes till I've had my fun, and then go on as if nothing had happened. Of course, if the kid's parent insists on accompanying him, I'm out of luck, but that doesn't happen very often."

"Let's try," Mabel suggested. She too was still ravenous with desire. A veritable blast furnace of lust was scorching her juice-spurting twat. She tried to allay her craving somewhat by stabbing her hungry cunt-flesh with the flashlight from the glove compartment, but it provided only the feeblest kind of temporary relief.

Betsy halted the car about two hundred feet away from Reilly's stable. "Let's get out here," she advised. "We'll climb through the fence and then it's only a short walk through the woods to the bridle path. Keep your fingers crossed, Mabel! Here's wishing us luck!"

As they approached the path, they could hear the sounds of harness clinking and two voices conversing in low tones, "Hey, looks like we're just in time!" Betsy exclaimed joyfully.

A moment later, however, as the pony emerged from around a bend, the women's elation turned to rank disappointment. "Oh, fuck it!" Betsy spat, "It's a little boy, and his mother is with him. No chance of any action now. Besides, he's riding a mare!"

As Betsy turned to go, Mabel laid a restraining hand on her friend's arm. "Wait a minute," she said, "there's something funny about this. Don't go yet. I want to hear what they're saying…" Betsy halted in mid-stride. Crouched behind a clump of underbrush, she and Mabel watched curiously as the woman halted the pony.

She was a very attractive woman – perhaps thirty years of age – with dark hair, full, sensual lips, and a shapely figure, the voluptuous contours of which were accentuated, rather than hidden, by her tight, black silk dress. Even at a distance of twenty feet or so, Betsy clearly detected the scent of the woman's strongly aphrodisiacal perfume.

The boy sitting astride the pony might have been twelve years old – certainly not much more than that. He was delicate in appearance – very slim, with a fair complexion, and fine blond hair that wafted easily in the spring wind. His blue eyes held a dreamy look as they took in the lush, pastoral scenery.

"Why are we stopping here, Aunt Margo?" he wanted to know.

In reply, the woman merely asked, "Why do you call me Aunt Margo? Why don't you call me Mother?" Her smile was warm as she spoke.

"Because you're not my real mommy," he replied sadly, his glance avoiding hers. "You're my stepmother. And I feel funny about calling you by your first name as if you were a friend. So I'd rather call you Aunt Margo."

"All right," she laughed, patting his knee affectionately, "we'll just let it go at that. Maybe you have the right idea, after all. I was afraid you might not like me, Bobby."

"Oh, I like you fine, Aunt Margo," he rejoined instantly, "you've been real good to me ever since you and Daddy got married. I…" He hesitated an instant, then said: "Why couldn't Daddy come with us today? He'd like being out here in the fresh air with the woods all around and everything."

"Your father has been working very hard at the office lately," the woman replied. "So I sent him around to the doctor for a physical checkup." Then, pouting roguishly, she asked, "What's the matter, Bobby – don't you like being alone with me?"

He colored and his manner was flustered as he replied, "It's not that at all…"

She patted him again. "I'll tell you why I stopped here," she said cheerily, "I was thinking I might find it fun to ride that adorable little pony for just a few yards. It's been so long since I squatted my ass onto any kind of horse, I'd really hate to pass up this opportunity! What do you say, Bobby? Would you mind dismounting for just a moment and letting Margo wrap her legs around that pretty creature?"

"Of course not," the boy breathed, hastily scrambling out of the saddle. "Would you like me to help you up?"

"No, that's all right," Margo answered, swinging her leg over the small animal's back, "I know I'm old and withered and decrepit, but I don't yet require assistance in mounting a child's pony!"

The boy smiled shyly up at her. "You're not old and withered…" he began. Then he stopped. His hissing intake of breath was audible even where Betsy and Mabel were concealed behind the bushes.

The boy stared dumbfounded at the lovely pair of sleek, long legs that dangled over the pony's sides. As the woman settled herself in her astride position, her dress quickly rucked up over her hips, entirely disclosing her legs and hips. Gossamer nylon clad her legs to mid-thigh level. Her upper thighs welled voluptuously over the confining nylon in a magnificent splurge of pinkish-white flesh that was indented deeply by the ruffled white garter straps. Her panties, cut in the exceedingly brief bikini style, had crept so far up into her crotch as to be hardly visible. Her magnificent, well-shaped ass flowed, lush and enticing, against the pony's rough, brown hide.

"Gee, Aunt Margo," the boy gulped, "wouldn't it be more comfortable if you sat in the saddle?"

"Perhaps," the woman acknowledged with a wink, "But it's more exciting this way…" Grinding her near-naked ass and crotch into the animal's coarse hide, she continued, "I love the feeling of a horse's warm, rough pelt against my bare thighs. I love to scour my middle against it. I love to rub and scrape and bruise myself between the legs with all kinds of things."

She wriggled her ass licentiously against the animal's hide, sliding her almost bare ass and cunt back and forth, rotating her intimate parts as she spread her splendid thighs wider and scrounged her body against the cruelly abrasive hide with a violence that clearly frightened her stepson.

Noting his dismayed expression, the woman halted her obscene motions. She dismounted and went to where the youngster was standing, wide-eyed. Taking his hand in hers, she said, "Bobby, are you so amazed to find that a woman loves to be aroused between the legs? Have you ever had your hand between the legs of one of your little girlfriends?"

"N – no…" he admitted.

"Well, but don't you ever sort of handle yourself between the thighs sometimes? Do you know what I mean, Bobby?" Then, noting the crimson flush that colored the youngster's face to the very roots of his hair: "Oh heavens, I'm afraid I've embarrassed you, haven't I?"

"I-I never touched a girl anyplace," the boy gulped, "and I don't handle myself, either. I hear the other boys in school joking about such things but I don't know what they mean. It just sounds dirty, that's all!"

Still retaining the boy's hand in her own, the woman took him to where the pony was patiently waiting. "Let me show you something, Bobby," she said. "When I was selecting a pony for your ride, I purposely insisted on a mare. Now I'm going to tell you why…"

Guiding the boy's right hand with her own, Margo made him pass his fingertips lightly over the animal's private parts. "Now," she ventured, eyeing him keenly as she spoke, "do you know what it is you're touching? Do you know what this little hole is, right here?"

"It's – it's her asshole, isn't it?" the boy stammered.

"No dear. It's the entrance to her vagina. Touch her some more…" The pony whinnied and took a short step backward as if desiring to impale its orifice on the youngster's exploring finger. "See!" Margo cried triumphantly, "See how she likes it, dear? Go ahead, insert your finger deeper. How does it feel?"

"It feels funny," the boy declared, smiling uncertainly, "it feels warm and sloppy inside there. And I can feel her clamping the edges down on my finger."

"That shows she likes it," Margo reassured him. "And do you know why she likes it? Because she thinks it is a cock. She thinks a male pony is sliding his stiff, hard cock inside her hot, sloppy cunt." Her eyes were riveted on the boy's features and she seemed to have some difficulty in swallowing.

The boy's eyes were saucer-like. "She does? Why would he do a thing like that?"

"Because it gives him pleasure," his stepmother breathed, "it gives both of them pleasure. Tell me something, Bobby – please tell me the truth – I won't utter one word of rebuke, or pass along a single thing you say – but I want the truth. Haven't you ever played with yourself at all? Haven't you ever fondled and squeezed yourself between the legs until your penis got very, very hard, and very, very sensitive, and it began to twitch and all of a sudden this sticky, white liquid began to spurt out the end – haven't you ever done that?"

"No…" the boy replied bewildered, "I-I thought my dick was just for peeing – I – what do you mean?"

"Heavens!" Margo gasped. In initiating the boy into the details of the mare's anatomy, she had fallen into a crouch in which one knee rested on the earth. Her legs were slightly scissored apart and since her skirt had ridden up to hip level, the boy had an excellent view of his stepmother's scantily concealed crotch. "Heavens – I had no idea, Bobby – tell me, exactly how old are you?"

"I'm twelve. I'll be thirteen in August."

"I see – I just wonder if you're still a little boy, or if you're mature. Do you know what I mean by mature?"

"No – not exactly."

Margo bit her lip, as if uncertain whether to proceed. Then, more boldly, she said, "Mature – it has to do with this white, sticky liquid that comes out of your dick."

"How do I make it come out?"

Her eyes flared with strange fires for an instant. Then she said, "I have an idea, Bobby. Take out your dick. I want to show you something."

He took a step away from her. "Do I have to?" he protested, "I feel funny about taking out my thing in front of you."

"Would you be embarrassed about taking it out in front of your real mother?"

"No."

"Well then," she smiled, "why should you be bashful about taking it out in front of me? Bobby, I have a very strong hunch that you and I will someday be much, much closer than you and your mother ever were. Take it out. I just want to show you something. Remember how much the pony enjoyed it when you stuck your finger up her pussy? See how she reacts when you touch your bare cock there – go ahead – I've never seen your cock, Bobby. I'll feel hurt and insulted if you keep it hidden. Take it out and slip the end into the pony's vagina."

After a moment of fumbling, Bobby obeyed her suggestion. His penis was limp when he removed it from his fly, but after a moment of smearing the tip against the animal's gaping vagina, it rapidly began to stiffen.

"See?" his stepmother cried, encouragingly, "see how hard it gets? Now, slowly, insert it into the hole – the mare won't object, I promise you that. But, just to be sure, I'll hold the reins while you do that. Go ahead, Bobby, fuck your lovely, slim prick into this lucky animal's twat. See how she reacts."

He did so. "Ooh, it feels good," he breathed, "I never knew anything that felt this good – oh, wow!"

"Slip it in and out – in and out – in a regular rhythm, dear. And I promise you it will feel even better!"

The boy was quick to obey now. Standing erect behind the pony, his thighs closely pressed against those of the mare, his hands resting lightly on her back, the boy commenced to shuttle his cock in and out of her vagina, slowly and uncertainly at first, then faster and with greater assurance.

"Oh wow!" he moaned, his eyes closed, his face exuding pleasure from every pore, "Oh gee, Aunt Margo, this really and truly is outasight! I never dreamed anything could feel this good. Why didn't somebody tell me about this before? I could go on like this forever and ever, just sloshing my dickie around in this animal's hole. Are you sure she likes it, Aunt Margo? You don't think she's feeling pain, do you?"

Margo's face was inscrutable as she replied, "No dear, I can guarantee you the animal feels no pain whatsoever. Why don't you slam it into her harder, though? She's probably used to being fucked by other ponies, and if you don't jam it into her with all your might, she may become suspicious and nervous and try to run off. So make believe you're a big, strong, enormous stallion with muscles of steel, Bobby, and pretend your cock is a full twelve inches in length, and it's as hard and stiff and heavy as a policeman's club and you're stabbing it up the animal's snatch with all the power of your great, muscular thighs, and that you're really trying to rip out her guts with that big, murderous prick of yours, and you can feel your cock being sucked up inside her, and flooded and bathed with lots of hot, stinging juice that tingles your strong, young prick and you can feel it gushing down over your cock and balls and it's running down inside your pants and drenching your thighs!"

"I don't have to imagine it!" the boy cried. His eyes were wide open now and they threatened to burst from their sockets, "Oh Aunt Margo, I can feel that hot juice pouring all over me, and something funny is happening inside me too – I feel like I want to vomit, but not the regular way. I want to vomit through my dick. My whole insides feel like they want to pour out through my dick, and I – ohhh!"

The boy hunched low over the animal's back. His hips and thighs seemed jerked by an electric current as they slammed spastically against the mare's rear again and again! Tears of ecstatic pleasure mingled with the perspiration on his face as, entirely bewildered by the strange excitement in his groin, he shot load after load of seething sperm into the animal's churning vitals!

Margo tied the reins to a convenient fencepost. Then, striding briskly, she went to where her stepson writhed in the final paroxysms of his first climax. She waited until his convulsive lunges and ceased. Then, very coolly, she yanked his dripping dick out of the mare's vagina and examined it closely.

"Hm-m-m. Yes!" she exclaimed, a strange look of triumph stealing over her avid features, "you are mature, my friend, you really are mature!" She let the viscous, white syrup purl slowly from his cock into her cupped palm.

For a time, the boy had to gasp so hard for breath that he was speechless. At last, he managed to wheeze, "Oh wow, Aunt Margo, that was really something. I don't know how to thank you for this."

His stepmother wore the same enigmatic look as before, "Now, there's something I want you to understand, Bobby," she said, speaking very slowly, "you saw how much the mare enjoyed having your cock between her legs. All females share a craving for that same enjoyment. All females. Whether they're horses, or cattle, or dogs, or…"

She let her voice trail off. Pleading with her eyes, fixing his innocent, somewhat bewildered gaze with hers, she gradually raised her skirt until her splendid hips were revealed: the voluptuously outcurving belly that strained enticingly at the thin fabric of her bikini panties and the luxuriant puff of jet-black cunt-hair that exploded between her superb thighs.

"Yes, all females, Bobby," she finished in a thin, plaintive whisper, "cattle, or dogs, or humans…"

Her eyes widened as the boy silently moved toward the pony. Taking his limp dick in his hand once more, he attempted to fit it into the animal's drooling vagina. "What are you doing?" Margo cried incredulously, "Bobby, what in heaven's name do you think you're doing?"

"I was going to stick my dickie into the pony again," the boy explained evenly, "it felt so good the first time, I want to do it again."

"No!" Margo interposed herself between the boy and the animal. Raking down her panties with a single, brusque movement, she ripped them off and flung them into a nearby ditch. Spreading her bent knees, Margo lifted her hips and urged them toward the boy – her crotch and belly were displayed before him like a trayful of the tastiest, most tempting viands – odorous and succulent with the richest juices!

"No!" she cried again, spreading her cuntlips with one hand. "Look, Bobby – look at this! It's just like the hole you were fucking between the mare's legs. Except that it's nicer, it's tighter, look at it, Bobby – doesn't it suggest anything to you?"

The boy's mouth hung open in shocked amazement. "Oh, Aunt Margo!" he exclaimed, "I-I couldn't do that to you…!"

"Why not?" she gasped hoarsely, "why not?" She bucked her uplifted hips closer.

"Because you're my daddy's wife," he protested, frowning. "And you're – well – like my mommy. I respect you. I wouldn't think of putting a dirty, repulsive thing like my dick inside you!"

"Look!" his stepmother cried desperately, "see this hole?" She yanked her pussylips even farther apart, disclosing the immense gash of scarlet flesh, laced now with trickles of syrupy ooze. "See this hole? It's no different from what the mare's got. It wants to be fucked! It was created for one purpose – to have a darling little boy like you stick his pretty cock up inside it and stab it around until that white, gooey liquid starts to spurt out the tip – and you remember how good that felt, don't you darling?"

Now she was down on her knees before him. Gaping her mouth open to disclose the tongue that rippled and flowed so enticingly within, she cried, "See my mouth, dearest? It's just another hole, not much different from my cunt. It was meant to be fucked too! Oh look, Bobby, look closely at my mouth. Imagine what a delight it would be to stick your dick in there! In some ways it's even better than my pussy. Look how soft and full and flexible my lips are. Let me just glide my lips over your prick a moment so you can feel how soft they are. See what I mean?"

"Don't you agree my mouth was made for fucking, Bobby? Can't you just feel my tongue lapping at the underside of your prick as you slowly glide it inside? And my mouth can do something else that my cunt can't. When you start shooting you're load, my mouth can suck and suck and suck and suck, and you'll be in utter heaven when you feel it drawing your hot, bubbling sperm from the very roots of your handsome dick!"

Now his stepmother was on her hands and knees before him. Thrusting the twin globes of her plump, shapely ass skyward and slowly contracting and releasing her buttock muscles, she alternately disclosed and concealed the pinkish-brown crater that nestled so coyly between the upflung mounds.

"See my asshole?" she cried, "That was meant for fucking too! Go ahead, put your fingers inside. Feel how cozy it feels? It's not tight at all – it would be very easy to slip your dick inside, if you were so inclined. I speak from experience. I've had great, enormous cocks the size of your fist pounding away inside my asshole and it never felt the slightest bit awkward!"

Now she was on her knees before him once more. Caressing his flushed cheeks with tumbling hands, she gasped, "What I'm really trying to say, Bobby, is this: I have three soft, warm holes in my body that are at your disposal any time you want to stick you dick into them. Three holes dying to be fucked. Three holes just begging and imploring to be stabbed by your sweet young dick at any time you feel the urge!"

"Bobby," she went on, nearly raving in the delirium of her unleashed desire, "I'm going to make a confession. I'm going to tell you something right now that I've never admitted to another living soul. One of the reasons and perhaps the most important reason why I married your father was so I could be near you! From the first time we were introduced, and I saw your firm, meaty cock straining against your tight bluejeans, and the way your hard little ass bulged against the seat of your pants, I felt I had to have you!"

"Now, Bobby," and here her eyes became soft and pleading again, "I'm going to leave the decision to you. I won't force you to do anything against your will. I've introduced you to the joys of cunt. You know what a sublime thrill a good fuck can be. Even though it was only with a pony."

"I'm not going to urge you any further. But I just want you to remember a couple of things, Bobby. I'm not interested in your respect. I'll be a good mother to you, but I don't want you to look up to me in any way. I'm not some kind of a saint. I'm just a big hunk of hot, juicy meat with three conveniently located holes that you can ram your dickie into any time the mood hits you. Three holes that you can fill to the brim with the juice from your balls at any hour of the day or night."

Tense-faced, she waited for her words to sink in. Then she asked, "Well, Bobby, shall I help you back onto the pony so you can finish your ride?"

There was a long silence. Then, his eyes glued to the earth, the boy replied, "I don't care about the pony ride now. I don't care about anything. The only thing I'll ever want to do, now and for the rest of my life, is to have my dick inside you someplace, Aunt Margo! I'll just want to shoot my juice into you all night and all day. Oh Aunt Margo, you look so pretty! And you smell so nice – and – and…"

"And I taste nice too," his stepmother breathed softly as she straightened up. "Taste me, my dearest darling. Just for a moment…"

She clutched her skirt high, just under her tits, as she cuddled the boy's head in her palm and urged it down toward the steaming morass of her avidly gasping cunt.

The boy eagerly dived his face between the pulpy lips of his stepmother's juice-geysering twat, frenziedly inhaling the rich vapors that gusted from her raw, aroused cunt-flesh, thirstily gulping the sticky sap that welled in glorious abundance from her innermost vitals!

Driven to the limits of nervous excitement, the woman began to piss now. The boy joyously allowed the hot amber fluid to flood over his tongue as he continued voraciously to lap the sticky goodness that drizzled in never failing wealth from the darkly mysterious tunnel tucked somewhere beneath his stepmother's convulsively quivering belly.

Now, while the hot, aromatic piss and cunt juices inundated his face and chest, the boy began to claw ecstatically at the jelly-soft mounds of the woman's magnificent ass, clawing, clutching, insensately rending the parchment-white flesh with his nails until the plump mounds were chafed masses of raw, red scratches, and her stocking tops began to be drenched with the scarlet flow from her mauled and bleeding ass-cheeks.

The woman gurgled, a froth of saliva bubbling from her contorted lips, "Oh, Bobby, you certainly know how to send a woman to paradise. Oh, Bobby, I think I'm going to come. Let me come against your mouth, please! Please! Ahhh!"

Her meaty thighs cupping the boy's face, the woman climaxed twice in the next several minutes.

Afterward, as soon as she had recovered her breath, Margo said, "Well, Bobby, I think it's time for a real, old-fashioned fuck now! But before I allow you to throw me onto a heap of leaves somewhere and embed your marvelous dick inside me, I think I'd better return the pony to Mr. Reilly. Otherwise, he's liable to come looking for us. Stay here for a minute darling, and rest while I take the mare back to the stable. I'll only be gone a very short time."

After bestowing a passionate kiss on the bewildered youngster's mouth, she was gone, leading the pony by the reins. The boy slumped onto a sawed-off tree stump for a well deserved rest. His face was lit with a radiant smile as he fondled the supreme source of pleasure that sprouted from between his legs.

Betsy turned to Mabel. Grinning wickedly, she blurted, "I've got a great idea! Look, it'll take her a while to get to the stable and return, especially in her knocked out condition. I know this sounds mean, but let's fuck the boy dry before she gets back!"

The boy looked up at the woman and then back down at the heavy meat clutched in his sweaty palm. It was rock hard and ready to shoot another load.

He fell back onto the grass as he felt Betsy's cunt slip over the slippery knob of his cock.