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

CHAPTER EIGHT

Lynn guided the animal's rear end downward until his hairy black dick was firmly ensconced between her lips. Then she began to tumble the squirmy, twitching cylinder around in her mouth with her tongue, doing everything she could to excite it.

Meanwhile, the dog was eagerly lapping his broad, slab-like tongue up and down Lynn's cunt crack. He had long since licked away all traces of the hamburger, now he seemed famished for her fragrant cunt-oozings.

Lynn was a true expert when it came to blowing animals, and it was a matter of only a few minutes time before she was rewarded with a turbulent blast of hot, gummy dog-come that foamed over her lips for a moment, before she succeeded in wrapping her lips about the savagely pounding lump of erectile flesh and diverting the strong tasting seed directly into her gullet.

Even as she was gulping the fluid, Lynn watched from a corner of her eye to see how her friend was making out. Not too badly, as it happened. Toddie, too, was lying supine on the carpet while her pretty mouth sucked fervently, if inexpertly, at the mastiff's excited prick, and the dog hungrily mouthed the aromatic notch between her shapely thighs.

When the mastiff shot his load, Toddie lost her grip on the wildly plunging tool, and most of his come spewed all over her face. "Oh, what a waste!" she cried bitterly, as she sat up. "Oh shit! I wanted him to come directly into my mouth!"

Lynn went to her. "You've done very well for a beginner," she congratulated her. Then she kissed the scummy dog-come off Toddie's frowning features. "Besides," she said soothingly, "the best part's still to come!"

"The best part – what's that?"

"Our fuck! These animals have really got the hots for us. Look how they're sniffing at our tits and smearing their cocks between our legs! They don't know yet quite how to get at us, but we'll soon show them!"

"Ohhh," Toddie breathed, turning her flashing eyes on Lynn's smiling face, "that's what I really want: a real, actual, honest-to-goodness screw. I've never been balled by any living creature, Lynn. I've stuck lots of cucumbers and frankfurters and stuff like that up inside myself, but I've never had the real thing from either a boy or an animal."

She rested her head against Lynn's shoulder for a moment as she murmured, "You know, sometimes I wish Daddy didn't have all that money, so I wouldn't be forced to go to college when I graduate from that private school. I-I really think sometimes I'd like to be a whore. Don't laugh, Lynn – that's really the way I feel. Sometimes I have this irresistible urge to stop men on the street. I wish I could stop them and feel up their cocks and then take them to a hotel room somewhere and strip all bare in front of them and when they'd taken off their pants, I'd suck their dicks and I'd let them feel me up and I'd let them do anything to me they pleased – fuck me or whip me, or anything. I have a collection of whips and straps that I keep hidden away in my closet upstairs. I'll show them to you sometime, Lynn – I'd like to have you whip me till my back and ass were nothing but a raw mass of welts, really I would! I've tried whipping myself, but it's not very exciting, and I'd love to have you do it. You're such a dominant creature, you really are. You could piss all over me and make me suck your ass and anything that you happened to think of."

Lynn laughed as she cuddled her cheek against Toddie's. "Now you've really got me horny!" she exclaimed. "And from the way these dogs are rubbing their big, stiff cocks against our tits, I'd say they could understand every word you said, and they've got the hots worse than before. Come on, let's give them what they want!"

Toddie was more than willing. She watched intently, not missing a move, as Lynn got down on all fours and skillfully guided the police dog in mounting her like a bitch in the street.

Toddie worried a little at first as to whether the mastiff would respond as well to her clumsy guidance as the police dog had to Lynn's but she was pleasantly surprised to find that the great, ferocious animal was burning to ream his cock between her legs as soon as she got down on her hands and knees.

It was almost as if he had mounted a human female many times in the past… and not too far in the past either…! A strange, upsetting thought struck Toddie as she felt the first probings of the imperious canine tool between her pussy lips. She knew her mother spent considerable periods of time alone with one or the other of the watchdogs every day. They had a complete, unstinting affection for her. Sometimes, it had seemed to Toddie that her mother was all too willing to allow the animals to poke their snouts up under her dress or to sniff at her ass, very much as if she were a common, sidewalk mutt who was accustomed to having her ass sniffed by every male dog who came her way!

Could it be that her mother…!? It was a provoking thought. And one that Toddie was resolved to throw up to her mother if ever in the future the older woman should rebuke her if she caught her being intimate with the animals.

Now both girls were being eagerly fucked by the two gasping, growling watchdogs. The animals hunched low over the girl's slender backs and saliva drooled from their open jaws as they stabbed their black dicks between the youngsters' pulpy, hair-fringed cunt lips.

"Oh Lynn!" Toddie cried, "I'm feeling stoned out of my mind… I don't know if it's from having the mastiff's cock inside me or all that pig-sperm that's sloshing around in my stomach! Tell me something – is it like this when a boy fucks you?" She wriggled her hips, and the dog began to plow her with greater fury than before.

"It's… it's different," Lynn gasped as the police dog's frantic lunges threatened to flatten her against the floor. "When boys screw you, they usually do it face-to-face and they like to stick their tongues deep inside your mouth and play with your tits and grab your ass when they're about to climax."

"A dog can't do that, but there's something so… so just plain dirty about being screwed by an animal that I get twice as much pleasure from the actual cock as I do from a boy. I guess, to sum it all up, I'd have to say that with an animal I enjoy the cock better, and with a boy I enjoy the screwing better! I don't know if it makes sense, but – Uuuuuugghh… oh Toddie… I think I'm going to come… and I think Rover's coming too!"

Lynn's head was flung back. Her face was a contorted mask and spit slobbered from her lips as she felt the police dog's hot come spraying her guts. Her entire body rippled as the orgasm seized her and shook her delicate form as a terrier seizes and shakes a cornered rat!

After both girls had climaxed, they rested awhile. Toddie rested her cheek against Lynn's blissfully soft tits while her hand roved bashfully over the triangle of delights where belly and thighs intersect. Her fingers roved ecstatically through the sticky pool of dog come that had gathered at the base of Lynn's belly and clotted her cunt hair.

"Would you like me to lap the dog come from your snatch, dear?" Toddie whispered in her friend's ear, "I'd love to do it for you. I'd do anything you wanted me to…"

"Yes," Lynn murmured. She was really becoming very fond of this new friend of hers. "Yes, do that… gather the dog sperm from my snatch. And when you've filled your mouth with come, bend over me and kiss me… I want to feel that delicious sperm mingle on our tongues…"

Lovingly, with care and ardor, Toddie slid her face the entire length of Lynn's body, kissing and bestowing little love-nips all along the way, until her mouth found its haven and she commenced to suck the warm, slimy puff of flesh between her friend's legs.

Quite a lot of the sperm had run into the narrow, hair-thronged valley between Lynn's thighs as she lay supine on the floor, and Toddie's eager tongue quickly sought out these nuggets of buried treasure. There was liquid gold around Lynn's asshole too, where some of the come had dribbled and collected, and Toddie quickly garnered these riches into her mouth too.

Then, mouth crammed with sperm, Toddie smeared her fervent lips against Lynn's and the two girls lay there, their slim, white bodies welded together while their come-dripping tongues intertwined and explored one another's throats.

Lynn and I are going to have such beautiful times together, Toddie thought. Her throat tightened as she reflected on all the marvelous, exciting capers they would share. But I do wish Lynn weren't quite so gentle with me! Toddie thought wistfully. I wish she'd learn to pinch and bite and abuse me dreadfully.

Toddie's mind went to the event of some minutes earlier, when Lynn had thrust the candle up her snatch and fucked her with it. I wish she'd ram the candle up my asshole, Toddie mused deliriously. I wish she'd ram it up my can, and then light it, and then hold me down while the candle burned shorter and shorter. I wish she'd torture me terribly until I screamed bloody murder! Oooh…!

"I have another idea," Lynn declared abruptly.

"You're going to whip and burn all over my naked body, aren't you!" Toddie cried excitedly.

"No, silly!" Lynn laughed, "I have a better idea than that! Look, it's fun being fucked by a dog's cock, but it's even wilder having his snout between your legs! I'll show you what I mean. There's still a lot of that hamburger left in the refrigerator. Get it, and I'll show you what to do with it."

While Toddie was in the kitchen, Lynn put the dogs outside again so they wouldn't rip the meat from Toddie's hands before Lynn could make proper use of it.

Toddie brought in what was left of the chopped meat. Now Lynn crammed whole handfuls of the raw, bloody meat up Toddie's cunt and asshole. Then she smeared generous wads into her own orifices. By the time she finished, her hands were trembling with excitement. She had a pretty good idea of what was about to occur and she reveled in the thought.

Then Lynn opened the French doors and allowed the dogs inside once more. The animals nearly went insane. They were on the girls in a great, furious rush, lapping at their cunts and asses with violent, slavering strokes of their slab-like tongues.

The police dog quickly had Lynn pinned in a corner. His pointy snout was halfway up her twat, snuffling, licking, munching at the rich repast of fresh, raw meat she had secreted there. His avid mouth munched and sucked the hamburger into his powerful jaws.

The mastiff had Toddie down on the floor. His great snout was half buried inside her snatch and as his jaws worked frantically, Toddie's cunt-slit was distended to enormous size. She felt as if she were being screwed by a baseball bat… the large end of a lunging, spinning, slamming baseball bat that was determined to rip its way through her innermost vitals!

Lynn was afloat in a sea of lascivious pleasure. The police dog's muzzle was like an enormous cock. As he insistently reamed it further and further up the dark tunnel under Lynn's belly, whimpering and growling deep in his throat, it was exactly like an insatiably thrusting prick… only larger… and infinitely more exciting.

Lynn drooled from both corners of her mouth as she felt the mighty jaws working inside her, chomping and gobbling at what it found there. She looked down at the relentlessly burrowing head – it was buried inside her nearly up to the eyes now – and she moaned, "Fuck me lover! Did you like the way I sucked your dick? I'll suck your dick some more if you'll only plow my pussy and make me climax! Oooh, I love having your rough, hairy snout inside me… squirm it around some more… make my pussy bleed… Oooh, I can feel your tongue lapping way inside me, lapping my belly-button… fuck me with your mean, hairy face, lover!"

As soon as the animal had devoured the goodies Lynn had secreted in her snatch, his keen nose quickly smelled out the other treasure trove of fresh, raw meat crammed far into her ass.

He went after it. For just the briefest instant, his prong-like tongue slashed the delectable notch between Lynn's thighs. Then his head dove ferociously beneath her crotch and, with a single, savage toss of his mighty head, he tossed Lynn into the air like the merest chip!

"Oof!" the girl grunted as she landed on the floor on all fours. The dog was on her like a fury, his nose pounding between the succulent moons of her buttocks, his tongue racing up and down the moist, hairy ass crack, garnering the crumbs of hamburger that had lodged there.

Then his tongue was lancing inside her, lapping at the wads of fresh meat she had stuffed up her rectum. Now his nose was restlessly prodding the cratered little hole between her buttocks… prodding, sniffing, battering!

"Oh wow…!" Lynn moaned as the lust and hunger-crazed animal thrust his nose inside her asshole, "oh, your cold nose, doggie your cold, wiggly nose on my asshole it makes me shivery all over!"

Now the dog was thrusting deeper inside Lynn's anus. The tip of his snout was completely buried in her delighted, convulsing contracting asshole and his tongue was snaking far up into her rectum rolling her astonished guts!

"Oh doggie…" Lynn was moaning as she crouched there, her cheek squashed flat against the carpet, "bugger me with your nose. Oooh… I think I'm going to come there don't stop… Ooh…"

The crazed animal was far past the point of control now. He went after the meaty repast secreted in Lynn's rectum with his tongue… with his jaws… and finally darted a cruel paw up the girl's anus as if determined to claw out every last tiny crumb of meat from the deliciously fragrant orifice in which it had been cached!

Lynn came then. Her brutally aroused asshole clamped down on the dog's monstrous paw and clutched it in a grip of steel as spasm after spasm of orgasmic rupture shuddered the entire length of Lynn's writhing guts and she was transformed into a thrashing, raging, slobbering demon oblivious to every sensation but the imperious lust that shook and snapped her body like a whip!

Toddie's experience was somewhat different. When she felt the mastiff lapping at her ass, she resignedly fell to her hands and knees, thrusting her shapely rear high in the air for the animal to do with as he pleased. Slowly… very slowly… the mastiff licked her asscrack over and over until Toddie's churning vitals gradually thrust the secreted meat into the animal's patient mouth.

It was a delightful sensation. Toddie came in her ass time after time under the stimulus of the warm, wet prick-like tongue, and she felt that, of all the sexual sensations she had experienced that day, this was the best.

Lynn was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, groggily attempting to regain some control over her senses when the mantel clock began to chime. Half-unconsciously she counted the chimes. "Six o'clock!" she blurted, "oh Geez, Toddie, I better run. Mom is probably madder'n a wet hen at me for staying out so long. I'll phone you tomorrow!"

She scrambled into her clothes, ran a comb through her tangled hair, and was gone.

Lynn nearly managed to get herself run over as she scampered across the street toward the hotel. "Wow," she muttered, "I'll sure as hell catch it from Mom for staying out on the street all day. And when she sees the condition I'm in…!"

When Lynn read the note her mother had taped to the mirror, a profound sense of disappointment washed over her. "Hell!" she fumed, "if I knew Mom was off shopping with Alby someplace, I could've stayed with Toddie a lot longer and we could have fucked the dogs again, and…"

She started at the abrupt sound of the phone. That had to be Mom! She had probably been phoning, and phoning… "Hello!" Lynn exclaimed, as she picked up the phone. Gosh, she hoped she didn't sound too breathless. Mom would sense immediately she'd been up to some deviltry or other!

But it was a male voice. "Hello," the caller said, "may I speak with Nelda, please?"

"My mother is out just now," Lynn replied, "could I ask who's calling?" The voice sounded familiar, but she wasn't quite sure…

It was Niles! He had been working all day at the office, catching up on his paper work, and he was wondering if Nelda and the two youngsters would care to have dinner with him at a nice restaurant someplace. He mumbled something about Betsy's spending the evening with a friend of hers – a Mabel Somebody-or-other. But it sounded very much as if Niles weren't too interested in rushing home anyway.

He sounded extremely disappointed when Lynn informed him that Nelda and Alby might be out until quite late. "I just don't know what their plans are," she said, "they might be back any minute. Or they might not return until almost midnight. Where are you calling from, Niles?"

"I'm calling from the booth down on your corner," he said with a laugh. "I can see your window from where I'm standing right now! I was on my way to Grand Central when the idea hit me to call you and ask you all to dinner."

"In that case," she suggested, "why don't you come up and keep me company for a little while? Like I say, Mom and Alby might just come back any minute, and I know Mom especially would be annoyed to think she'd missed you."

"Great idea!" Niles enthused, "I'll come up in a jiffy!"

"Heck!" Lynn hated the idea of appearing like a slob in front of any male, even if he was her brother-in-law and twenty years older than herself. She wished there was time to shower…

Well, what did it matter? The important thing was that she had someone to talk to for just a little while. She hoped devoutly that her mother and Alby would return soon. She loved the idea of being taken to a big, expensive restaurant – the type that Niles was so much at home in – where she could stare at celebrities!

Lynn hastily ripped off her clothes, flung them in the hamper, and washed her face. Now to find some clean, fresh underthings…

Shit! There was the doorbell now! Moving like lightning, Lynn found a gossamer, summery mini-dress – the first thing that came to hand in the closet – and swiftly zipped it over her naked body. Then she ran to find some civilized shoes. She knew she had a pair of two-inch spike heels in this pile of junk somewhere.

The doorbell sounded again.

"Coming!" she cried, slipping her bare feet into the sophisticated, grownup-looking footwear. Okay! She scampered to the door and flung it wide.

Niles' eyes were the approximate size and shape of saucers as his glance slowly roved over Lynn's delectable figure. Could this be Betsy's kid sister? Why the last time he'd seen her she was just a tomboy tot in blue jeans, a sweatshirt, and moccasins. And now…!

"Come in, Niles!" she cried, "let me see if I can find you a little refreshment. I know Mom's got a bottle of sherry stuck away someplace!"

Niles was more than happy to flop into a chair and take the glass of light, dry sherry that Lynn proffered him. "Wow…" he muttered, "what a day I've had! I've had my nose in leases and deeds and court writs since eight o'clock this morning. Gee, I hope Nelda and your brother come back soon. I'm really looking forward to spending the evening with my little family."

After musing a moment, he said ruefully, "I hope I can refer to you all as 'family'. I have a strong feeling it's the only family I'll ever have. Betsy doesn't exactly jump for joy every time I bring up the subject of kids."

"How is Betsy?" Lynn asked, squashing her enticing bottom against the arm of the overstuffed chair in which Niles had sprawled. "I'm hoping to renew my acquaintance with Sis one of these days."

Niles grimaced unhappily. "She's okay, I suppose," he declared noncommittally. "I-I still haven't mentioned anything about your coming to New York. That's one can of worms I'd rather not open at this point. I mean – I guess she had pretty good reasons for leaving home in the first place…"

He allowed the sentence to trail off into silence. Betsy and her beasts – that was one subject he wasn't about to discuss in his present state!

They exchanged desultory remarks for about three-quarters of an hour. At last, glancing disconsolately at the clock, Lynn remarked, "Gosh, it doesn't look like they'll be returning after all…"

Niles had been toying with his sherry. Now, gulping the last of it, he snapped, "What's so wrong with you and I having a quiet bite somewhere, Lynn? After all, it's a Saturday night, and we can't be expected to sit home alone while others are out enjoying themselves! What do you say – think you can reconcile yourself to an evening with your elderly brother-in-law?"

"I sure can!" Lynn exulted, "oh Niles, I was hoping you'd suggest something like that!" She ran to the mirror to apply some lipstick. In reclining her pretty rear against the chair arm, the skimpy mini dress fabric had wedged itself into her moist ass crack, and it clung there now, affording Niles a breathtaking glimpse of two pinkly glowing crescent moons that peeped shyly from beneath her skirt.

As he stared surreptitiously at Lynn's succulent young ass, Niles thought he detected some streaks of white, encrusted material about the thighs. It looked almost like…

No! He was imagining things! Living with Betsy was enough to unhinge any guy's mind.

Niles felt a trifle self-conscious about being seen in the smart Fifth Avenue restaurant he had chosen with a thirteen-year-old, but he quickly decided that most casual observers would simply assume she was his daughter. Still, though, in that cock-teaser of a dress, striding lithely, imperiously atop her two-inch spike heels, Lynn looked a far cry from the conventional thirteen-year-old… she could easily be mistaken for seventeen, Niles had to admit!

Both Niles and Lynn enjoyed the evening very much. After they left the restaurant, Lynn wanted to walk about for awhile and take in some of the sights of her glamorous, new city, but Niles was feeling fragged out after a backbreaking day at his real estate chores and so it was only about nine-fifteen when the cab returned them to the hotel.

"Why don't you come up for just a minute, Niles?" Lynn urged. "I think there's still a little sherry left in the bottle. Mom and Alby might be back too."

"Just for five minutes," Niles vowed.

They still had the apartment to themselves. Apparently Alby and Nelda had found something of interest at Madison Square Garden, after all. Lynn poured Niles another drink. Niles settled into the overstuffed armchair again. Lynn refused to sit at all. She seemed extremely fidgety.

At last Niles decided to speak out openly. "You seem very restless, Lynn," he declared. "I couldn't help noticing while we were eating, how you constantly squirmed about in your seat. You don't have a slipped disc, do you? If it's something requiring medical attention, I'll be only too happy to…"

"Oh, it's nothing, Niles!" she murmured, frowning, "I'd rather not talk about it!"

But it was uncomfortably apparent to Niles, as the minutes passed, that something was radically wrong with the youngster. She still refused to sit. From time to time, she reached behind herself with a furtive motion.

At last Niles could no longer endure it in silence. His face flared crimson as he exclaimed, "Excuse me, Lynn, but I'd better tell you this – every time you reach in back to scratch your can, your dress rides up and I get a truly excellent view of your… ahem!"

At this, to Niles' amazement, the youngster burst into tears! "Oh Niles…" she sobbed, "I'm in agony! I can't sit – I can't stand – my ass feels like it's on fire!"

"What's the matter?" Niles cried, aghast. "Let's get to a doctor and find out what's causing…"

"Oh no!" she interjected, "I'm too ashamed! Besides, I know what's causing my ass to itch this way!"

"You do? What?"

"I'm ashamed to tell you…"

"Listen, young lady," Niles blazed, slamming his sherry glass onto the table, "you're due for a night of agony unless you get your nerve together and take care of yourself. I can tell when a girl's on the verge of fainting! Come on, spit it out – what's wrong?"

Lynn's modesty quickly went by the boards as her misery mounted. Clutching underneath her dress to grab both buttocks, the youngster unashamedly raked her fingernails up and down her ass crack, causing her skirt to ride up well above her crotch. Niles swallowed hard as the flawless white belly and the smoldering clump of spun-gold cunt hair flashed into view.

A delicious odor of young, teen-age cunt was slowly permeating the room. Now, more than ever, Niles was aware that the girl was completely unclad beneath the flimsy mini dress. The incandescent-red tips of her sweetly immature titties looked as if they were about to scorch their way through the diaphanous fabric.

"Oh Niles," Lynn wailed, "I feel like such a fool! This afternoon, my friend Toddie and I – she lives right across the street – were fooling around with her two watchdogs. We – we sort of got carried away with ourselves! We… encouraged the animals to sniff at our cunts and our asses and… well… they got very affectionate and started poking their noses up our pussies and our rear ends! And – well one of them had his whole nose up my ass and he even stuck his paw up there… and… oh shit, Niles! I wish I never heard of any old dogs… or pigs… or any of those other horrible animals! My can feels like somebody jammed a red-hot poker up there!"

What he saw made him gasp in horror. "Why – why – your poor little asshole looks like it had been through a meat-grinder! It looks like hamburger."

"It is hamburger," she whimpered softly.

"What!"

"It is hamburger," she reiterated.

But, as his sensitive fingers separated the firm, elastic lips of her orifice, he saw no evidence of tearing or rupture. The orifice and buttocks and entire crotch area just looked very, very sore.

Niles delved his finger into her sore, red anus up to the knuckle.

"Can't you dig it in any deeper?" Lynn gasped, "oh Niles I need something about a foot long!" Twisting on his lap, she turned a tear-stained face upward. "Niles," she begged, "I-I can feel your cock stabbing against my stomach. It feels like it's a foot long, easy! Niles… please… scratch my asshole with your big cock!"

Her hands fumbled with his zipper. Slowly, clumsily she slid it down. Niles' erect, straining cock oozed into view.

Niles rose. Planting his feet firmly, he grasped his enormous, swollen cock in both hands…

And he fucked his prick up Lynn's lovely young ass.

"Aaaaaarrrgghh…" The long-drawn-out moan was a sigh of pure relief. "Oh Niles," Lynn breathed, "why didn't we think of this before? That's heavenly. Squash it around inside there. Yes, yes, keep doing that. Oh Niles, I think you should become a doctor, I really do. A monstrous big cock like yours was meant for more than plain, simple, ordinary fucking. It was meant to scratch the asses of poor stupid women who get a terrible itch in their rectums because of some foolish thing they've done!"

"Oh Niles, you're probably very uncomfortable standing there hunched over me like that. Why don't you just lower yourself into your nice easy chair… careful, don't take your dick out of my ass while you do that… and I'll sit on your lap with your cock scratching and squashing around in my rectum just as we've been doing…"

"That's nice, oh that feels so good! Let me peel the top of my dress down now so you can get at my tits easier. Umm yes, scratch them, Niles. Scratch them with your nails as hard as you can. Scratch and pinch my tits with your left hand while you scratch my belly with your right…"

They continued in this fashion for fully half an hour, grazing their lips together while they sucked the spit from one another's mouths, Niles' hands playing freely up and down the succulent landscape of Lynn's front, scratching and pinching and fondling her tits, her belly, her thighs, while she tirelessly squirmed in his lap, rasping his asshole-embedded cock to unimaginable heights of ecstasy.

At last, in spite of his best efforts, Niles' cock shuddered mightily and he felt the volcanic churnings of hot, sticky lava in his great, plum-sized testicles. He sat there, his mouth smeared solidly against Lynn's as his cock pumped spurt after spurt of thick, warm custard up her raw, tortured ass.

It was shortly past midnight when Nelda and Alby re-entered the room. Lynn was sound asleep, her face wreathed in an angelic smile.

Nelda went to her and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Lynn never stirred. Nelda smiled. "The sleep of the innocent," she murmured, "the sleep of the innocent!"