A Beastly Roll in the Hay

The new pool boy was an energizer bunny in the sack, and she rewarded him with assignments that threw him in with her step daughter. Her secret bestiality fetish was running rampant on a binge when she caught herself by surprise.

First she had been a lamb, caught in a shepherd's crook. Then a tigress, then a poodle, mounted and had for a bitch. Now a mare kneeling at the edge of the bed as a stallion covered his mare. She had reveled in the gap between the longhorn cows horns as her legs rode up to his shoulders, straight as she could hold them. A ferret had sent his long supple body down the bunny hole, only to be attacked, fur flying until he lay panting and breathless, seeking only to escape. The boulders guarding the exit provided excellent cover for the fleeing cony.

A bobcat, sans tail, had long since fatally stalked him, and just the other day she had gone 12 rounds with a registered boxer.

Before that, a mink stole a march on his girlfriend, preceded by the fantasy of a Lynx making silver dollar footprints in virgin snow.

But now, as she trapped an erect, hooded, spectacled cobra in the fork of a stick, revulsion took her. She did not stop, but allowed momentum to keep grinding at the gearbox of a standard. The cold blooded reptile slithered and slipped, weaving a hypnotic dance.

Like the extended collision of a racing car with the wall she came, humiliating waves of orgasm washing over her.

No more fantasizing about the fauna. Step-thing would have to be Dik-Dik, Roe, Hind and Doe all by herself in future.