She was naked and her breasts were full and round with large inch long nipples, pale and smooth like new snow. Her body was a wet dream of voluptuous curves, flawless cream-colored skin, and eyes the color of liquid night shining in the moonlight. The sight of the blood and gore drooling off her chin, dripping down her neck and between her cleavage, transfixed him. She was inhumanly beautiful. He’d dropped to his knees in worship before her and he’d been her slave ever since, just like any good marriage. Only there’s had been practically sexless. Mostly due to his own deficiencies and Lucretia’s peculiar safe sex fetish.
As the product of his sperm and her accursed ovum slithered out of his wife’s bowels, trailing feces and blood, Jeff thought of an old joke he’d heard once from some comedian whose name he couldn’t recall.
“Don’t wear a condom and you can catch something worse than AIDS…like KIDS!”
The creatures began consuming Lucretia’s corpse. Jeff tried to crawl away, but soon they were swarming all over him as well, voraciously gnawing at his flesh as he cried out in anguish. They wriggled beneath his skin, devouring all the subcutaneous muscle and fat and burrowing deeper into his organs. He punched and kicked trying to fight them off, punching himself in the stomach in an attempt to crush the ones already inside him. A wave of nausea rolled over him as he watched his belly undulate, filled with the fruit of his loins.
Jeff’s eyes rolled up in his head, the pain overwhelming, as he felt something crunch down on his heart. In his periphery vision he saw the remains of the condom he’d torn to shreds. In the morning the police would find it laying beside his corpse like a safe sex advertisement and they would chuckle at the irony, just as Jeff himself did, seconds before his heart went down the gullet of his offspring.
Sandy watched the sinuous, hyper-muscular black man slide open the little trapdoor to the lion’s habitat. Her breath seized in her chest as he began to chuck in large slabs of thick, dripping, arterial red meat. The lions responded, eagerly pouncing on the meal and shredding into it with ravenous enthusiasm. Seeing the tremendous power in their slavering jaws as they ripped and tore at the raw and bloody chunks of flesh turned Sandy on more than anything else she could imagine. Her arousal dripped down her inner thigh and scented the air with a sweet sticky musk filled with female pheromones.
Watching the big cats always did that to her. Their sleek and elegant power, their savage strength, their tremendous fangs and claws, and equally impressive cocks. There was something alluring about a creature that beautiful and that dangerous.
Getting fucked by one of the huge jungle cats had been a fantasy of Sandy’s ever since she was a little girl. She’d never fantasized about anything else since the day she’d first learned to masturbate. Why waste time trying to find a man who was a lion in the bedroom when you could go straight to the king of the jungle himself? She’d tried the peanut butter on the clitoris trick with the household cat but it wasn’t quite the same. Although the kitten’s soft fur and rough tongue had excited her as it whispered between her thighs, they weren’t resilient enough to withstand her urgent thrusting and she’d broken more than one kitten’s neck thrusting her pelvis against it before giving up on the experiment. She needed something bigger, stronger, meaner.
Watching them rend and mutilate the chunks of raw cow flesh, slashing it to a strawberry red pulp, made her nipples harden and rub against the satin lining of her chinchilla coat. Seeing their murderous fangs wet with blood made her clitoris swell in anticipation and her labia drip with beads of moisture. Imagining that those chunks were pieces of her scumbag husband’s corpse turned her on even more. Sandy’s legs went weak. She squirmed with a mounting arousal as she sat on the bench watching the ferocious beasts scarf down their blood drenched meal.
Two of the large cats began fighting over a particularly fat hunk of bleeding flesh. Unable to control her excitement, Sandy reached under her coat and slid a dildo up into her now dripping wet snatch. The savagery of their feeding frenzy made her so horny she didn’t care who saw her.
She was naked beneath her long coat and she pounded the eight-inch rubber cock up inside herself while vigorously rubbing her engorged clitoris. Two of the larger cats roared and slashed at each other and Sandy imagined that the huge beasts were gang raping her. Biting the back of her neck as they thrust their huge hairy cocks into her sore, wet little pussy, into her ass, down her throat. She imagined that she was being fucked by the two lions as the rest of the pride ripped her husband’s corpse to a bright red ruin. She imagined taking one of their massive organs down her throat, hearing him let out a roar that shook the earth as an orgasm ripped through him and his cum flooded her mouth. She fucked herself with the dildo faster and faster building to a frantic orgasm as the lions savagely consumed their meal, fingering her swollen clit as she envisioned herself gagging on bucket loads of lion semen. Sandy imagined watching her husband scream as they mauled and tore at his salon- tanned, Bowflex-muscled torso. His steaming viscera flayed open with their savage claws.
Lost in ecstasy, she licked her lips in unison with the monstrous felines as they lapped thick meaty blood from their whiskers. She spread her legs wide and fucked herself hard with the big plastic dick, not caring who saw her, giving the zoo handler a perfect view of her lovely pussy. He had seen her there before, though never so blatant as today. He’d noticed her lustful stares into the cage as he approached with the meat. At first he thought she was just hungry, jealous that he would waste such good meat on the cats when she needed a meal. Then he thought she wanted him. It wasn’t until today that he realized that it was the cats themselves that she wanted. It wasn’t until today that he noticed that she’d been fingering herself all along.
Seeing her fuck herself with the synthetic cock, he found himself hopelessly aroused. He took off his latex glove and dipped his hand into the bucket of blood and flesh. With his other hand he unleashed the tremendous black trouser snake from his zipper. He lubed up his swollen cock with the fistful of blood and began stroking himself while he watched Sandy and she watched the cats. Sandy noticed him just before she started to cum and their eyes locked as he shot a load of hot white semen into the bucket of raw flesh and she slid the entire dildo up inside herself and shook with an orgasm that tore through her like electricity. It was so early in the morning that neither of them were spotted except by the old lady who came to feed the flamingos and she was too crazy and senile to care. It probably gave her a thrill.
Sandy withdrew the long dildo from her silken folds and brought it to her lips, still staring at the zoo handler who still had his cock in his hand on the other side of the lion’s cage. She stared at the man’s massive organ. Its head still glistened with semen and blood and it was at least still partially erect. Even at half-mast it was bigger than her little sex toy. She imagined fucking the huge black man against the lion’s cage and began getting aroused all over again. She slid the dildo into her mouth, sucking and licking her own juices from it.
The zoo attendant’s cock began to stiffen again and he once more began to stroke himself with a fist lubed with cow’s blood. Sandy rose from the bench and began walking over to the door just beyond the lion’s habitat, which read “Zoo Employees Only” and “Dangerous Animals. Do Not Enter.” She was still sucking on the dildo when he opened the door for her and he was still stroking his magnificent cock.
Sandy slipped inside the dark corridor and fell into the zoo attendant’s incredible arms. Feeling the power in his huge biceps and forearms, the hardness of his rippling pecs, the stiffness of his cock, she was immediately reminded of the lions. He kissed her deeply, tasting the juices of her sex on her tongue. Then she took his throbbing organ in her hand and led him down the hall and back to the lion’s cage.
Positioning him so that she could watch the lion’s while enjoying him, she knelt down and took his cum and blood encrusted organ down her throat, gagging as it hit her tonsils, but still guiding it further until it filled her throat. She watched
the lions purring contentedly with their bellies filled with domestic beef as she gorged herself on her own brand of grade-A prime beef. She still had the dildo in her hand and was pumping it in and out of her juicy wet cunt as she sucked off the massive black man with the bloody hands.
The zoo attendant stepped out of his pants and removed his shirt. His body was all thick, hard, striated muscles crosshatched with throbbing veins. He looked almost as ferocious and powerful as the lions. His eyes blazed with a lust as fearsome as the predators’ appetite. He turned Sandy around onto all fours and reached his hand back into the bucket of blood, once again lubing up his enormous cock. Using the cow’s blood as lubricant he eased his dick into her puckered rose-colored asshole. Sandy squealed, the zoo attendant roared, and they both began to moan and purr in unison as their pleasure spiraled. Enraptured by their violent passion the lions charged the cage, snarling and purring and rubbing their bodies against the iron bars. With her asshole filled with nearly ten inches of black cock, Sandy reached into the bucket and pulled out the last piece of bloody meat, now slick with semen, and began cramming it into her mouth, greedily gnawing at it, relishing the copper flavor of blood and the salty taste of fresh semen. She passed what was left of the meat through the bars where it was snatched up by one of the ravenous jungle cats. She felt her clitoris swell as she scratched at it with her fingernails, felt her kegel muscles contract around the dildo, and her sphincter muscles lock tight on the zoo attendant’s enormous dick. By the time she felt the boiling hot explosion of cum erupting into her ass, her own orgasm followed it in a jerking, flailing, thrashing, fury.
Sandy arrived home that night and was not surprised to hear the wet burping sound of her husband getting his asshole stretched by the neighbor’s oversized cock. She had thought she could change him. She’d believed him when he told her he loved her and wanted to go straight. She’d even tried to accommodate his lusts, to act as a surrogate for the donkey-dicked gigolos and prostitutes he ordered over the internet. She’d purchased massive dildos and strap-ons in an effort to try to give him the pleasure he found in other men. He swore to her that he had given up men and that he would be a faithful husband. Then she’d come home early one night to find him laughing in the arms of their next door neighbor, Big Hank, a thick, hairy, biker-looking, ex-Rock & Roll star with a dick nearly as big as the Mandingo zoo attendant whose cum she could still taste on her tongue. She’d listened to him tell Big Hank about how he’d just used her to get his inheritance. How it had been a condition of his father’s will that he marry a woman before he could get the million and a half bequeathed to him when his millionaire father drowned in the pool after one too many martinis. So he’d talked her into believing that he could give up dick for pussy.
“This guy comes up to me at the coffee shop down the street and just asks me out of nowhere if I’m gay. I look him up and down and said, ‘Let me put it to you this way. I don’t eat pussy and I don’t like foreplay.’ You should have seen his jaw drop. Fucking breeders are such idiots. Like I could really enjoy eating pussy when you’re lying next door with that big fat dick all thick and juicy. Sandy asked me to go down on her the other night and I almost threw up all over her. Hell, I don’t even like sushi! I only married the silly bitch to get my inheritance.”
That first night, as she watched from the shadows, mortified as her husband Bruce took Hank’s fat cock down his throat, slurping and gulping until what looked like a full pint of cum exploded from the man’s cock into Bruce’s face, she knew she had to get back at him. She watched him lick semen from his lips, wiping it from his cheeks, chin, from where it had dribbled down his neck and between his sculptured pecs with the back of his hand, before licking his fingers clean. She sat silently, weeping in the next room as he bent Hank over and fucked that fat bastard in his big hairy ass more passionately than he had ever fucked her. And she knew that he was right. She would never be able to please him. But she wouldn’t be a fool either. She wouldn’t let herself be treated like an idiot by anyone.
It was soon after that that she’d begun going back down to the lion cages. She hadn’t been there since she was in high school. Back before she’d ever had sex. When fingering herself while the big cats tore slabs of meat to shreds was all the sexual fulfillment she’d ever needed. She’d gone back to the cages only to find that now her desire was so much larger than it had been as an adolescent. Her fantasies now involved pain and death and vengeance. She wanted to see her husband in that cage and she wanted to be in there with him. Fucking Bruce’s conquerors. Licking his blood from their whiskers. Feeling their rough tongues on her swollen clitoris. Taking their hairy cocks down her throat while Bruce’s blood washed over her. And now she had the means to do it.
She watched a while longer as Hank punched his cock lubed with Astro Glide and saliva up into Bruce’s colon. Bruce moaned as the thick organ pounded in and out of his dilated rectum and Hank’s fat meaty hand reached around to stroke her husband to orgasm. Even in the violence of their lovemaking there was an intimacy that had never been there when she and Bruce had fumbled their way toward orgasm. Between them, lovemaking had always been stale and mechanical. They would both think about anything but each other as they masturbated within each other’s flesh. No passion, just the release of biological fluids as artless and automatic as urination. She wept silently, even as she began fingering herself again. For the first time in their marriage, in separate rooms, she and her husband reached orgasm at the same time.
Sandy had been fucking her beautiful Mandingo zoo attendant for nearly a month, coming home reeking of cow’s blood and semen without Bruce even appearing to notice. They were growing more estranged. No more pathetic attempts to mimic homosexual lovemaking. Now the dildos and vibrators were strictly for her lunch time zoo excursions.
Bruce was getting even more flagrant with his affair. She would find condoms and empty vials of lubricant under the couch. She would often pass Hank coming out of the front door as she entered into a home that stank of cum, Astro Glide and ass. She even sat through an entire dinner, staring at the dried semen in Bruce’s goatee without saying a word. She kissed him good night, tasting Hank’s cum on his lips.
The last straw was when she came home to find him with his face pressed between Hank’s fat hairy buttocks and his tongue halfway up the fat rocker’s ass. Her stomach rolled with revulsion as she watched him ream the rotund has-been Rock & Roller while jacking him off. Just before he came, Hank turned around so he could shoot his load onto Bruce’s outstretched tongue. Bruce lapped up Hank’s salty semen as it rained down onto his face. Sandy stormed out of the house.
That night, Sandy came home and Bruce tried to pretend as if nothing had happened. He even tried to kiss her with the scent and taste of Hank’s rectum still on his breath and Hank’s cum once again drying in his moustache. That’s when Sandy finally snapped. She stormed out of the room, down to the basement to retrieve a hammer from the tool rack. When she returned, Bruce was already in the shower washing off his lover’s sweat and semen. He stepped out of the shower with welts and hickeys on his ass cheeks along with the obvious impression of a very large hand and Sandy struck him over the head with the hammer. She hit him again and again until she was certain he wouldn’t get up again. He lay on the bathroom floor bleeding, moaning, and convulsing. She knew he’d be dead soon, but hopefully not too soon.
“You’ve got to help me. I need you to open up the zoo for me. Open up the lion’s cage.”
“For what? It’s after midnight!”
“I know, but I need your help. I just killed my husband.” Sandy said.
“You what?”
“I killed Bruce.”
“Oh, you must be sick if you think I’m getting involved in that shit!”
“Listen, Bruce was a millionaire and all his money will go to me if he dies and I don’t get convicted. At any rate I still have access to all his accounts. I could bring you fifty thousand dollars tonight. He keeps at least th
at much in our safe. You’ve got to help me. Pleeease?”
“Fifty thousand?”
“I can bring it to you right now if you’ll help me.”
There was hardly a pause. Money was indeed, the root of all evil. Money and pride.
“Okay, I’ll do it. But why don’t we just bury him? Why the lion’s cage?”
“You know why,” Sandy replied coyly in a low sultry voice. “I’ll give you another fifty-thousand when it’s all over. Just let me have my fantasy.”
Sandy watched as her magnificent ebon lover hefted her husband out of the trunk, his titanic muscles straining under her husband’s dead weight. She let out a little squeal when Bruce began to groan and he dropped him hard onto the concrete.
“Shit! I thought you said he was dead?”
“What does it matter? I gave you your money. He’ll be dead soon.”
“I don’t know about this.”
“Don’t you want me to suck that beautiful cock of yours? Swallow all that delicious cum? Bring you all that pretty money? Well I want this!”
“Okay, but I think we’re going to need to renegotiate.”
“Will another fifty-thousand make up your mind for you? I’ll let you fuck me in the ass just like you like.”
She reached out and began to stroke his massive cock through his pants and that decided the matter for him. He threw Bruce’s semi-conscious body over his shoulders like it was a sack of laundry and jogged from the parking lot to the rear zoo gate, not even needing to put him down while he fished his keys out of his pocket and let himself in. He wasn’t even breathing hard.
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