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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