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.