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

CHAPTER SEVEN

It was a Saturday afternoon. Nelda Culver was glad to have a little free time at her disposal. Thanks to Niles' efforts, she had managed to locate a rather well paying job as assistant to an executive of a textile firm on lower Fifth Avenue. Nelda had little formal education in the commercial sense, but she was intelligent and energetic, and had rapidly gained the respect of her superiors.

Now she was scanning the "Apartments" section of the newspaper. It was time, she decided, that they had a three – or four – room apartment instead of being cooped up in a single hotel room.

She looked up as Alby entered. "Oh Alby," she cried, "I'm so glad you've come back. I want to take you over to Thirty-Fourth Street. You need new clothes so badly… I think it's time we did some shopping for you."

"Okay, Mom," he agreed. Then: "Say Mom – as long as we're on Thirty-Fourth Street, let's go over to Madison Square Garden, too. Maybe there's a game of some kind on tonight! I wouldn't care what it was. All the kids I know talk sports all the time, and I'd like to be able to say I'd seen a real professional game at the Garden!"

Nelda smiled. "I'm glad to hear that you're making friends," she declared. "Where do you find acquaintances?"

"Oh, just around," he said. "In the street… in the parks… now that school's over, there are lots of guys around!"

Nelda lowered her lids modestly as she continued: "But how about girls, Alby? Have you made any female acquaintances? I know that you and your sister get on well together, but… well… I really do think it's time you found another outlet for your instincts. I think you've outgrown your childish taste for animals – I really hate even to mention that disgusting episode in our live – but I feel it's also time you outgrew your dependence on your sister, too. You know what I mean Alby…"

She waited for his response.

"Well yeah, I-I guess you're right, Mom," Alby stammered, nervously digging his toe into the carpet, "… but, gosh Mom, when Lynn and I get together in bed, it's like heaven! I mean, everything is so right and so perfect…"

"Nevertheless, it's time you experimented with some of the thousands of pretty girls that New York is so full of!" Nelda insisted firmly.

"Well yeah, I guess you're right," Alby grinned, looking down at where she was sitting. "To tell you the truth, Mom, Lynn is perfect in every way but one. You know what I mean?"

"I can't possibly guess!" Nelda retorted, coloring. What in the world was he driving at?

"I'll tell you," he continued, the grin broadening. "Lynn is great, but her tits aren't much more than bee stings on that flat chest of hers…"

"Oh heavens!" Nelda sniffed exasperatedly, "you boys and your breast fetish! I can't imagine for the life of me what difference a big pair of boobs makes. I mean, it's what she's got between her legs what counts! You don't screw her boobies…"

"Yes, I would!" her son corrected her quickly. His breathing deepened and his voice took on a wishful character as he said, "Mom, that's my one great ambition – to have a girl with big, soft, floppy tits… well, not floppy you understand, but big – really big! – and juicy, like a pair of watermelons, that I could ease my cock between and just fuck and fuck while she wrapped her jugs close around it and held it, and maybe let my dick skid back and forth across her nipples… Wow, Mom – that would really be groovy!"

Nelda couldn't help smiling at the boy's enthusiasm. "I hope you find such a girl, Alby," she murmured, "And I don't see a reason in the world why you shouldn't, and very soon at that. Heavens, when I think of some of the big-titted wonders I see brazenly and openly displaying their boobs on the streets of New York…"

"Yeah, but it's mostly the older girls that have the big ones!" Alby interjected ruefully. "The ones that are my age – the only girls that wouldn't look down their noses at a kid like me – well, you could mistake them for ironing boards if you just looked at them from the front! I – Mom – listen, I…" He seemed to have great trouble in proceeding.

"Well…?" Nelda smiled. Adolescence! – what an awkward, uncertain time!

"Well, what I was thinking, Mom – you have the biggest, most beautiful jugs of any woman I've ever seen. They're big, and firm, and – well, I've seen you walking around the house lots of times in just your slip and no bra on underneath, and they bounce like a couple of rubber balls without any sloppiness at all. And the nipples are like men's thumbs – gosh I keep thinking they're going to poke through your dress at any minute!"

Nelda looked up from where she was sitting and, pursing her lips in pretended exasperation, asked, "Just exactly what are you driving at, young man?" But, at the same time, a grin lurked at the corners of her mouth.

"Just this, Mom – could I – could I just this once – only once – fuck you between the tits? It wouldn't be like I was balling you the regular way. Oh Mom, I been wanting to ask you that for a long time, and I was always too bashful! I promise to start looking for a girl with real great jugs tomorrow, I promise. But it might take a long time. And, Mom – I got such a hard-on now – it's killing me!"

Alby scarcely needed to inform Nelda of the fact! With his groin a scant three inches from her face, the bulge deforming his neatly pressed denims was only too evident.

Nelda's mind was a seething turmoil as she reflected. Now that she was trying to wean Alby away from sex with his sister, it didn't seem right that she, his mother, should give in.

She bit her lip. Inwardly she was pleased by the compliments the boy had uttered regarding her tits. Nelda was extremely proud of her breasts. Most women of thirty-three find that their ornaments are beginning to sag – perhaps even to grow a little withered. But not Nelda's. They were still as firm and proudly erect as when she was eighteen.

This was the first time anyone had complimented her on her treasures in many years. Rufe had flung nothing but curses and complaints her way since the day they were married. And it was the first time since her honeymoon that anyone had expressed an interest in fucking her between the tits!

Her eyes glowed as she thought about it. She remembered her wedding night when Rufe had kissed her all over her boobs, sucking and slavering over the enormously sensitive flesh, and then slid his coarse, pimply cock between them and proceeded to come that way twice. M-m-m…

"All right!" she declared, meeting Alby's beseeching stare with her confident gaze, "since you ask me so nicely, I'll do it! But you'll have to take me as I am. I'm not going to furnish a striptease show for you, young man!"

"Oh Mom, you're the greatest!" Alby chortled, hugging her.

Perching herself on the edge of her chair, Nelda opened the two top buttons of her dress and allowed her melony jugs to droop out the front. The boy's eyes popped. He began to fumble at his pants, but somehow he couldn't quite coordinate his fingers.

"Oh Alby, you're hopeless!" Nelda laughed, taking charge of the situation. Her skillful hands had his trousers open in a twinkling. The garment dropped around his ankles. The stiff, beautifully contoured flagpole jutting from between his legs lurched into view, grazing Nelda's lush mounds as it did so.

Nelda cupped her balloons in both hands. "All right now," she said pertly, "satisfy your heart's desire, but don't take too long about it. We've lots to do this afternoon!"

Alby slid his straining tool between the succulent blobs from underneath, bending slightly at the knees as he did so. Now he began to rock his dick up and down, up and down, it made a faint hiss as it slid over the satiny tissue.

Nelda felt a pang of keen pleasure slowly kindle within her breasts and radiate gradually toward her pussy, where reeking juices were already commencing to sting the tender clefts and crevices. "Oh Alby," she cried, "I think your dick grows another inch every time I see it! Umm, I love to feel your tool slithering up and down between my tits. Why don't you play with my nipples a minute, dear? Go ahead, pinch them and twirl them between your fingers. Don't be afraid of hurting me, I won't mind!"

The boy did so. "Your cock gets handsomer and more manly by the day," she declared excitedly, staring down at the fast-shuttling rod as it lanced between the rippling jelly of her exquisite titties. "I love to see the cute little purple knob peeping out from the nozzle of your foreskin… Oh Alby, I shouldn't say this – after all, I'm your mother – but if I were a man and had a dick like yours, I'd have my hand between my legs constantly, just jerking myself and playing with it, and loving the feel of my sausage as it glided through my fingers, and coaxing the sperm out of it as many times a day as I had strength for, and I'd want to expose myself to every girl I met – I'd want to walk up to strange girls on the street and take out my dick in front of her and let her feel in with her hand and take it between her legs and suck it – Oh yes, with a cock like yours I could never keep my hands off it, I'd want to stick it into every hole I could find and play with it, and I'd lie on my back and wrap my legs around my neck and stuff my lovely cock down my throat and suck myself off…"

The boy's face was a sweating mask of frenzied lust as he stabbed his white-hot dick between his mother's tits with redoubled fury. Abruptly the nozzle-tip of his foreskin exploded and a geyser of purest white sperm lofted itself majestically into the air and splattered against Nelda's chin.

Now others followed with machine gun rapidity, spurting and spewing from the frantically bobbing tool, ricocheting from Nelda's chin and some of it spattering over her invitingly parted lips. Nelda licked a drop from her lips, and then another drop, and then she was scooping up some that had dribbled down her chin, and suddenly she grasped the twitching, heavenly, spewing prick between her lips and she was avidly gobbling the thick custard as fast as it vomited from her son's cock, voraciously gulping the creamy goodness as it rose in glob after glob from the tit-fucking lance, cradling her bobbling, jiggling breasts with one hand while she sank her nails into his testicles with the other, to squeeze and press the rich syrup from the plum-sized balls, loudly slurping the sticky nectar as it erupted into her mouth and lapping it as it ran down his dick onto her shimmying tits…!

"Ah shit, Mom, I feel like the top of my skull's about to explode!" the boy gasped. And now, in his uncontrollable fervor, he fucked his straining prick into the very depths of his mother's throat and they both collapsed, Nelda toppling like a nine-pin from her chair, with Alby slumping atop her and fucking his dick deep into her gullet while his maniacally pounding hips slammed her head against the floor in an obscene drum-beat that rattled the windows in their frames!

"AAaagghh…" Nelda gagged, "oh Alby don't take your prick out of my mouth now – let it stay there – let it soften between my lips till all your delicious sperm has drained out – oh Alby, dear…!"

When both had fully sated their lust, Nelda slowly picked herself up from the floor. She arranged her clothing and wiped the encrustations of thick semen from her face and breasts. Then, cheerily, as if nothing remarkable had occurred, she called out, "Time to go shopping, Alby! We've got to make the most of this Saturday afternoon!"

As the boy gathered his wits together, she had a sudden thought. "Oh dear!" she exclaimed, "I wonder where Lynn is? Perhaps she'd like to go with us."

The boy grimaced. "I doubt it," he said. "Lynn doesn't want to go shopping for boys' things. And I doubt that she'd care for any events at the Garden. She never was much for athletics. Heck Mom, she'd just be bored."

Nelda nodded. "You're probably right," she decided. "But, since we don't know exactly how long we'll be gone, I'd better leave her a note. Otherwise, she might worry." Sitting at the desk, Nelda hastily scribbled a note stating that she and Alby had gone shopping – that they might attend an event at Madison Square Garden and if they hadn't returned by seven in the evening, she was to have dinner by herself. Then she taped the note to the mirror, where Lynn would be certain to notice it.

Then they went out. "Oh dear," Nelda murmured concernedly as she rang for the elevator, "I hope Lynn doesn't forget to have a good lunch with her friends wherever she is. It's so like her to be satisfied with a candy bar or a stick of ice cream!"

At that very moment, Lynn was saying to her new friend, Toddie Anstruther, "Hey, I'm hungry – how about us grabbing an ice cream cone somewhere!"

Toddie Anstruther was a pretty little thing, a sprightly, clear-eyed brunette, just a few months past her thirteenth birthday. She lived with her parents in a brownstone building directly across the street from where the Culvers were staying.

Toddie was a modest girl, not at all inclined to put on airs. But it was obvious to Lynn right from the start that the Anstruthers had a good deal of money. For one thing, they owned the four-story brownstone they lived in. Imagine! – Lynn thought – only three people rattling around in a gorgeous, big building like that! There were beautiful gardens in back. And the rooms were magnificently decorated, from top to bottom. One day, when Lynn was having a soda in the corner drugstore, she heard the proprietor inform someone that the Anstruther mansion could easily command a price of over half-a-million dollars.

It was at the drugstore that Lynn made Toddie's acquaintance. They had eyed one another over sodas, as young girls will, and had fallen into conversation over a matter of clothes. For a rich girl, Toddie was not at all assuming. After leaving the drugstore arm in arm, she invited Lynn to her home. Toddie's parents were out – Lynn gathered that they thought nothing of leaving Toddie alone for long periods – and she was happy to show her new-found friend over the place.

Lynn enthused over everything she saw. Especially the gardens at the rear of the building, which she could see by peeking through the lace curtains of the French doors. "Oh Toddie!" she cried, "let's go outside and walk in the garden awhile – it looks so beautiful!"

Toddie shook her head. "Dad won't let me go out there," was all she said. Lynn had let it go at that.

That was about two weeks ago. Now, on this Saturday afternoon, Lynn and Toddie were just returning from a walk in Central Park. Neither had had any refreshment since an early breakfast, and their small stomachs were making noises. "I'm hungry," Lynn announced, "how about us grabbing a cone somewhere?"

Toddie eyed her friend mischievously. "I know where we can get something better than that…" she announced.

"Something better? Where?" Lynn demanded to know.

"I'll show you," Toddie replied quickly, turning on her heel, "follow me!" When Lynn pressed her to know what she meant by the phrase "better than that," Toddie only giggled and said, "You'll see!"

After they had walked several blocks eastward, Lynn wrinkled her nose, saying, "What a crummy neighborhood! Are you sure you know where you're going?"

"Yes," Toddie replied, "this is the place right here." They were standing outside a tiny, open-front store. The window was bleary and soot-encrusted, and paint was peeling from the door. The store was really just a hole in the wall. Lynn wondered how they made any money there.

A villainous-looking old man slid the window open and asked if the girls wanted anything. "Yes," Toddie smiled, "we'll take two of your joy-sticks, please."

The man shambled to the rear of the store, returning a minute later with what looked like a couple of small, chocolate-covered popsicles. "That'll be two dollars," he wheezed. Toddie passed two dollars through the window. She gave one of the "joy-sticks" to Lynn.

"A dollar apiece for these crummy little hunks of ice cream on a stick!" Lynn gasped, "the old bastard – he must have seen us coming! How does he get the nerve to charge a price like that?"

"You'll see," Toddie replied, contorting her pretty features in an innocent leer, "taste it!" She took a dainty bite from hers.

Lynn followed suit. She took one tentative bite, then another. "Hey!" she cried, "this isn't ice cream!" She licked the white, inner core again, "What is it?"

Toddie giggled. A rosy tinge overspread her lively features as she replied, "It's sperm! It's frozen human sperm!"

"What!"

"It's true…" Toddie tittered, eyeing Lynn's features intently for the shocked reaction she was sure was inevitable. "It's human sperm. That's why it costs so much. They collect it from all kinds of degenerates – Bowery bums and drifters like that, I suppose – and freeze it to make these joy-sticks. You can only get them in a few places. Isn't that wild!"

Lynn eyed her friend cynically as she took another bite, allowing the confection to flow slowly over her tongue. "Human sperm, huh?" she sniffed, "like hell it is!"

"What do you mean?" Toddie cried indignantly.

"I'll tell you what this shit is," Lynn ventured, "It's mostly pig sperm, with maybe a touch of dog come. There isn't one single, solitary smidgin of human sperm in here anywhere."

Toddie regarded her incredulously. "Oh, you're just saying that!" she fumed, "how – how would you know?"

"It's simple," Lynn replied nonchalantly, "I've sucked off dozen of pigs and dogs and lots of other animals besides. Enough to know what I'm talking about."

"You have!"

"Certainly. And I can tell you these joy-sticks don't even have the smell of a human cock. No, this came directly from some fat pig's prick, Toddie. Sorry to disillusion you!" She took another bite and allowed the creamy goo to melt on her tongue.

Toddie pursed her lips skeptically. "I don't see you throwing it away!" she observed.

"I never said I didn't like it," Lynn grinned, "I only said wasn't the McCoy. Don't you think they could have used a little ingenuity when they made these things up, Toddie? They could have molded them in the shape of a man's dick! Wouldn't that make your tongue drool, Toddie – a chocolate-coated human dick?"

"You – you mean you know what it's like?" Toddie stammered excitedly, "you've actually held a boy's cock in your mouth?"

"Plenty of times," Lynn replied serenely. She didn't think it wise even to hint at the truth – that most of the time it had been her brother's!

"And you've sucked off animals too?" Toddie cried, "wh – which do you prefer?"

"I'm not sure…" Lynn replied contemplatively, "sometimes I think one way, sometimes another." Yes she really wished she knew! She loved it when Alby came to her as she lay in bed at night. Her heart pounded madly when she sensed that he was kneeling above her in the blackness, his slim, perfect dick jutting downward toward her face, and she knew that any second now the pissy-tasting foreskin would shyly tickle her lips, and then she would reach up and gently take his cock in one hand while she peeled the foreskin back with the other, unveiling the glassy-slick knob that would soon be pumping its delicious burden of creamy nutriment between her lips!

But she often reflected with keen nostalgia on the old days back on the farm when she had so many varieties of rough, sensual animal dicks to take between her lips or between her legs. Coarse, hairy, black cocks that she could milk as often as she liked.

As they strode along the sidewalk, Lynn's hand stole between her legs – an unthinking, involuntary reaction to her remembered vision of the pig, goat, donkey, and sheep pricks she had slipped between her pussylips so often in the past – yes, the monstrous, stubby, cruel prongs that had ruthlessly raked her squashy-soft pussylips until they were raw and bleeding and still she had pleaded for more!

"Lynn!" Toddie cried in shocked amazement, "please – do you realize what you're doing? – playing with yourself right out here on the public street!"

"What? Oh, I'm sorry – I wasn't thinking – I…" Lynn's voice broke off. A fire had flared deep inside her. She could feel the blood pounding through her temples. Her throat was getting dry. She stared stupidly at the "joy-stick" in her hand.

Then, impetuously seizing Toddie by the hand, Lynn dragged her into the vacant lot just off the sidewalk. It was heavily overgrown with weeds and scraggly shrubs. Lurching behind a tall bush, Lynn unfastened the belt of her flowered bell bottoms and let them fall around her ankles.

"Oh!" Toddie gasped, scarcely able to credit her vision, "what in the world are you doing? Lynn – if you don't stop that, I'm going to walk away and leave you here all by yourself!" But – fascinated out of her wits – she remained.

Now, completely naked from her hips down to where her bell bottoms clung about her ankles, Lynn was deliriously stabbing herself between her rosy-transparent cunt-folds with the remainder of her joy-stick! As she did so, her perfect little ass jiggled like two delectable molds of pink jelly and her thighs jittered with every manic thrust of the obscene confection.

Tears welled from her unseeing eyes as Lynn furiously plunged the cold, dripping rod between her legs again and again, moaning, "Oh yes, Mr. Piggy, fuck me with your lovely, hot dick – fuck me with all your might! Oh, it's so wonderful having your prick between my legs again – I love the feel of your dick – I love the smell of it – I love the taste of it…!" Her tongue roved over her lovely lips, lapping up the traces of pig come that still lingered there from the stick.

Now the wooden stick had torn free of the confection and Lynn was pounding and stuffing the obscene slush into her cunt with her tiny hand, groaning, "Oh shit, shit, shit – don't leave me now, Mr. Piggy! Don't leave me till you've shot your load all the way up into my guts! I want to come on your dick, piggy! Make me come – ohh, I'll suck it for you, piggy, I'll even kiss your ass, only make me come!"

Her breath was coming in short, harsh gasps now and her exquisite features were drenched in sweat as, turning her tortured gaze on her thunderstruck friend, she pleaded, "Stick your joy-stick up my cunt, Toddie! Please! You've got lots left – please, fuck it up my cunt, I need it so bad!"

Toddie blinked, swallowed hard, then – moving as if in a dream – she went to where Lynn stood, legs spread, her trembling hips bucked forward, her gasping pussylips seeming to stammer, "Fuck us! Fuck us!" She hesitated an instant, then rammed her ice-cold joy-stick all the way up Lynn's snatch!

"Oh, that feels good!" Lynn gurgled, "now slosh it around inside me! Ohhh, your dickie is so cold, Mr. Pig! But I'll warm it up for you with my hot snatch, oh yes, I'll fry your cock to a crisp before you're through, Piggy! Oh, fuck me, yes, fuuucckk me!"

Now the wooden stick had ripped loose from the crumbly ice and Toddie was frenziedly pounding the frozen pig sperm up her friend's snatch with her hand, stabbing and stabbing, and battering the gloppy mess into Lynn's hot little hole, and now Toddie's hand was immersed in Lynn's love tunnel halfway up to her wrist, and suddenly Lynn's avidly gasping mouth was on her own! Lynn's eel-like tongue was snaking down into Toddie's throat and sucking her spit, and now Lynn's hands were inside Toddie's corduroys and Toddie's plump young buttocks were bursting into view, and Lynn's finger was relentlessly assailing her asshole, burrowing upwards – upwards – the impatient finger impetuously raping her friend's asshole while one hand gripped and fondled the spongy-soft buttocks!

Now Lynn was frenziedly moaning into Toddie's ear, "Get down on your knees, please, and suck my snatch! Oh, the smell of pig-come is driving me out of my mind! Get down on your knees, Toddie, and turn your tongue into a pig's dick and ream it up inside me. Please. Please!"

Stunned and bewildered by the events that had so suddenly burst upon her, Toddie fell to her knees like one in a trance. Plastering her mouth against Lynn's crotch, she commenced to suck and lap the creamy slush that seethed against Lynn's porcelain-like belly and thighs. Then her tongue rampaged up inside the oozy cunt slit and she commenced to suck the downward-flooding pig-muck with all her strength.

She sucked and sucked and sucked, and mashed her eager features against the yielding loveliness of Lynn's thighs and belly and avidly munched the pissy crispness of Lynn's cunt-hair until she had sucked and swallowed all the thick, slimy ooze from her crotch and cunt, and then she tasted something else – the clear, crystalline cider of Lynn's pure twat juice. Slowly and luxuriously she smeared her lips back and forth, up and down, blissfully allowing the delicious broth to seep over her flared lips and down over her chin.

Lynn smiled down at Toddie. "I liked the feel of your mouth on my pussy," she declared. "It felt just like a strong animal prick."

"I enjoyed sucking you," Toddie said, smiling shyly as she regained her feet. "Let's do that lots from now on, okay?"

"Okay!"

The girls continued their homeward stroll. But it was plain that Toddie's excitement, once aroused, could not easily be allayed. She kept searching around her with restless eyes as they walked.

"What's the matter?" Lynn wanted to know.

"I-I feel so funny! You know, I think sucking all that warm, slimy pig sperm from your cunt has done something to me. I never felt that way before from eating a cold, frozen joy-stick, but the hot stuff makes me feel all itchy and peculiar! Do you – do you suppose we could find another animal somewhere and drink his nice, fresh, warm sperm right out of his cock?"

They were still in a poor neighborhood. A neighborhood of tenements and small struggling businesses. Lynn's eye fell on a horse that was tethered outside a flower shop. The proprietor obviously used a horse-drawn cart to peddle his flowers from door to door. Lynn approached, followed by Toddie. She eyed the dappled stallion with evident approval.

"Oh Lynn," Toddie cried uneasily, "what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to get us some real, hot, living horse sperm!" Lynn announced in no uncertain terms. "Toddie, you go around in front and talk to Dobbin. Pat his nose, talk to him, do anything to keep him calm."

"And – and what will you do?" Toddie stammered.

"I'm going to jerk him off," Lynn declared. True to her word, she reached beneath the horse's belly and began to caress the enormous animal's penis gently, very gently, then with increasing fervor. The horse whinnied and stamped his hooves nervously a couple of times, but remained otherwise serene.

"Oh yes…" Lynn breathed as she saw her labor taking effect, "I can feel your big, beautiful dick getting hard as a rock, horsie! Oh, I'll bet you haven't had a good screw in a month of Sundays. I'll bet that horrible mean man that owns you never even lets you within sight of a lady horse. Eeeh – there he goes!"

Now the strong, viscous animal sperm was spurting, spurting, and Lynn held her cupped hand underneath to catch the thick, yellow custard as it was vomited forth from the eagerly pulsating black dick.

"How are we doing back there?" Toddie called anxiously, "Oh, Lynn, I'm getting frightened. This beast has such a wild look in his eye!"

At that precise moment, a squat, swarthy man appeared in the doorway of the store. His jaw dropped as he stared, unbelieving. Then, he made for the girls, shouting, "Fuckin' hippies – leave my horse alone! You crazy or something?"

The man was no match for two young girls. They quickly outran him, even though Lynn was handicapped by her attempt to retain a double handful of sperm without spilling any of it. When they had successfully eluded the peddler, they squatted down on a curbstone to share their tangy booty.

Lynn had managed to save most of the liquid treasure. Holding her tightly cupped hands toward Toddie, she urged, "Go ahead, taste!"

Toddie sniffed first. "Hmm," she murmured approvingly, "doesn't smell too bad…" She dipped a fingertip into the thick ooze and tasted it gingerly. "Shit," she said, "it tastes better than that pig sperm!"

Now Toddie bent her eager face over the puddle in Lynn's cupped hands and began to lap at it in earnest – politely at first, then with increasing abandon, sucking up the yellow slush with loud gurgles and slurps. "Mmmm…" she gasped, "I wish we could go back now and suck that horse off for real! Oh, Lynn – you know what I wish? I wish I could be fucked by a horse! The taste of this horse sperm has got me so excited, I'm ready to try practically anything!"

Giggling, the two young girls shared the viscous yellow outpouring of the horse's cock between themselves until it was all gone. By that time, their faces were smeared and encrusted with the hardened slime, but they didn't care.

As they walked along, Lynn licked the last traces of sperm from her fingers, saying, "Well, horses seem to be few and far between in New York, but – I have an idea, Toddie! Let's get hold of a nice, big dog and we can suck his cock and I'll show you how to make him fuck you! Do any of your neighbors keep dogs?"

"Well, I suppose so," murmured Toddie indecisively. There was something in her reticence that made Lynn strongly suspect her friend was concealing something. After they had strolled another half block or so, Toddie suddenly blurted, "Mommy and Daddy keep two dogs. Two big, enormous brutes, but I don't think we better have anything to do with them!"

"What! You've got dogs right in your own home! And you never told me. What's wrong with them?"

"Oh, they're terrible fierce animals," Toddie declared worriedly. "Lynn, remember the first time you came to my house, and I told you not to go out into the garden? It's because the dogs were out there. Daddy keeps them out there to guard against prowlers. They're not leashed or anything. I'm afraid of them. They could tear me apart if they took it into their heads. So I don't think we'd better…"

"I'll show you how to handle brutes!" Lynn snapped with enormous self-possession. "Just let me show you!"

By now they were outside the Anstruthers' brownstone. Toddie let herself in with her key. The house was silent, as it had been for days. Mr. and Mrs. Anstruther were spending the weekend in Bermuda. So the girls were completely alone.

Toddie led Lynn to the French doors separating the downstairs livingroom from the garden. The animals were in plain sight. They roved about the garden, sniffing suspiciously at every bush. Lynn had to agree they were a pair of real monsters. One was a ferocious looking police dog. The other was a mastiff.

"I'll handle them," Lynn announced. "Toddie, have you got some chopped meat in the refrigerator?"

Toddie didn't ask any questions. She found a plate in the refrigerator containing about a pound of hamburger. She brought it in to where Lynn was waiting just inside the French doors.

"All right now," Lynn grinned, "take off you pants!" Her hands were already busy with the belt of her bell-bottoms. It was only a second before she was completely naked below the waist. By now Toddie knew better than to ask stupid questions. She stripped off her corduroys and waited to see what Lynn did next.

Lynn boldly intruded her hand between Toddie's satiny, soft thighs, brazenly fingering the youngster's pulpy cunt folds as if she were squeezing a tomato in a supermarket. "What the…" Toddie began, but Lynn quickly explained, with a roguish smile, "I want to see how juicy you are between the legs. Oh, you're hardly wet at all! How can you be so dry after sucking my twat the way you did? Let me stimulate you!"

Lynn went to the mantle and removed a candle from its socket. Gently reaming it up Toddie's snatch, she began to fuck it in and out while she ardently sucked her friend's tits. It was only a few minutes before Toddie's snatch was overbrimming with rich, fragrant juice.

Now Lynn mashed some of the hamburger around between her friend's thighs, soaking up her odorous juices with it. When the hamburger was sopping with Toddie's cunt syrups, Lynn went to the doors, opened them a scant six inches, and flung the juice-drenched hamburger to the dogs.

The animals went wild over it. They quickly wolfed it down and stood there, licking their chops, plainly expecting more.

This time Lynn soaked some of the hamburger in her own cunt drippings before she threw it to the dogs. Again it was devoured in no time flat. Now the animals pressed their noses flat to the glass, whining and begging to be admitted inside.

Lynn took just a tiny bit of the hamburger and smeared it into her cunt-folds. She did the same for Toddie. Both girls' twats were now coated with chopped meat. Lynn put the rest away in the refrigerator. "Now," she commanded, "open the doors. Let 'em inside!"

Toddie was trembling as if in the grip of a fever. "Are you sure?" she murmured worriedly.

"Open the doors!"

"Okay…" Toddie flung open the French doors. The police dog and mastiff bounded inside. They immediately went for the girls, relentlessly thrusting their brute heads between the youngsters' pudding-soft thighs and lashing their broad, ferocious tongues over their oozing cunts.

"Hey, this is wild!" Toddie cried when she had recovered from her first trepidation, "Oh, Lynn, the mastiff's tongue acts like it really wants to fuck me – oh, his tongue is so rough and coarse and brutal – I never knew anything could feel this good!"

The mastiff's tongue made sloppy clicking noises as it voraciously roved over Toddie's crotch and belly, licking up the tiny flecks of hamburger. For a brief instant it flicked between her legs, scouring her ass crack with a boldness that took the breath from Toddie's lungs. "Oh!" she cried, "He goosed me with his tongue! Oh, do it again, doggie, do it again!"

"Watch what I do…" Lynn instructed as she fell to her hands and knees. Lynn took the police dog's tail in her hands and began to kiss it, starting at the very tip, and gradually approaching the base of the furry tail. Now the tip of her tiny, flamelike tongue was slowly circling the animal's asshole – drawing nearer – nearer…!

"Lynn!" Toddie screeched, "You – you kissed that animal's asshole, I saw you!"

Lynn's tongue was brazenly prodding the police dog's anus – prodding it and kissing it! The huge, dangerous beast was purring deep in his throat – purring like a kitten. "This is how I soothe my beasts," Lynn said with a saucy grin, "there's nothing that'll soothe the savage male quicker than a loving kiss on the asshole. You'll find it works as well with human males as with animals, Toddie. I happen to know!"

Indeed she did. There had been a number of times during the last couple of weeks when Alby had been furious at her over some little thing, and she had quickly calmed him by pressing her rosepetal-soft lips to his ass crack, to tickle and kiss the puckery little crater that nestled there. Yes, a long, ardent soul-kiss on the asshole always brought Alby around in short order!

Lynn scratched the police dog's ears. "See how docile he is?" she exclaimed. Lying on the floor, face up, she guided the animal's body so that his groin was directly above her face. "Now watch, Toddie," she commanded, "while I show you how to suck a dog's cock!"