Beastiality

Not hearing an answer to her knock on the Hartley’s kitchen door, Bette
Linder opened the door and stepped into the kitchen. She knew Cindy
Hartley was home. She had seen her little convertible parked in the
garage.

It was not uncommon for either of these two very good friends to walk
into one another’s homes. They had been neighbors for the past three
years and all four of them got along beautifully.

Not finding Cindy in the kitchen, Bette went into the tastefully
furnished living room but there was no sign of the pretty redhead. Just
as she was about to leave, Bette heard Cindy’s voice coming from the
bedroom.

Probably talking to her husband, Greg, Bette smiled. Not that she
blamed Cindy. Greg was quite a hunk of man. Handsome, wonderful
physique and he was really hung with a terrific cock and balls. Several
times at parties, she’d danced with Greg and during these closely held
times, she had felt Greg get a semi-hardon.

When she had felt his even half-hard cock against her, she had almost
flipped. He had a nice big thick one, she knew and would loved to have
had the opportunity to see and feel it when it was hard, but she never
had the chance to.

Bette had her hand on the bedroom doorknob and was just about to open
the door when Cindy’s thick, sobbing voice stopped her.

“Come here, Sultan. Come here, you lovely, big-cocked Doberman. Let
Mommy feel that nice big, thick prick. Oooohh Sultan, you’re really
hard and so long. Hard and ready to give Mommy the sucking and fucking
she wants. Aren’t you Sultan?”

Bette’s mouth dropped open in flabbergasted amazement. There was a look
of misunderstanding horror in her eyes at the import of Cindy’s lust-
filled cries.

Sultan was the name of the Hartley’s big, black Doberman but surely
Cindy could not be playing with the dog’s cock. Yet, there was no
denying the words that reached her ears a moment ago or that whining dog
sound or the overpowering desire from the obviously highly aroused
Cindy.

“Oh. Oh. Suck me Sultan. Oh God, lick my pussy. Oh that feels so
wonderful. Lick my cunt with that big, rough tongue of yours.
Aaaaggghh, suck my pussy. Eat me Sultan. Tongue my pussy good.”

Impelled by an excitement and overwhelming curiosity, Bette slowly
pushed open the door, her eyes glued to the widening crack. She felt
her body invaded by a thousand electric shocks as she stared at the
bizarre scene unfolding before her.

Cindy, bare-assed naked, was sprawled across the bed, her ass and hips
resting right on the edge of the mattress. Standing between her damp
thighs, his black, hairy head pressed against Cindy’s wet, juicy, pink-
lipped cunt was Sultan, the Doberman.

“Good dog. Oh, you lovely animal.” Bette heard Cindy gasp. “Now eat
my cunt. Eat my pussy. Eat it good with that long, thick, rough tongue
of yours. Yes, oh yes, all the way. Oh your tongue makes my cunt feel
so fucking good. You adorable cunt lapping dog, you. It’s wonderful.
Won-der-ful.”

Bette, her cunt throbbing almost painfully, stared as the dog’s long red
tongue began to lap at an incredible speed at Cindy’s twat. Cindy’s
legs lifted high, a cry of tormented delight coming from her as her body
squirmed and writhed on the bed. Bette could see the dog’s tongue
penetrating inside those wet, creamy lubricated pink cunt lips.

Bette trembled wildly as she saw this fantastic sexual aberration taking
place right in front of her. Yet, as the throbbing in her own snatch
grew more intense, the juices dribbling down her thighs she couldn’t
help wishing it was her cunt the dog was eating.

Her entire body was on fire with aroused sensuality as Cindy’s lustful
cries of ecstatic delight reached her ears. Her skin itched, her pussy
was on fire, her tits rising and falling heavily, the nipples stiff and
aching.

Leaning her shaking body against the door, Bette, her eyes blazing with
wanton passion, watched fascinated as the erotic happenings grew more
and more sexually violent.

The Doberman was licking frantically at that pink-mouthed slit
voraciously. From the way Cindy was reacting, her body jerking, her
hips grinding and undulating, there was no doubt that the dog’s tongue
was rubbing against and across her clitoris.

Bette could see that long, red, rough tongue sliding back and forth over
Cindy’s ravished snatch, causing her own cunt to swell and throb with
every sensation centered in that wet hungry slit.

She could hear the dog whimper and whine as he pressed that long pointed
nose tighter against Cindy’s cream covered cunt, his tongue licking and
lapping faster and faster as the juices streamed out of it.

“Oh Sultan. Lick me. Lick me good,” Bette heard her friend sob, her
ass and cunt jerking voluptuously. “Oh your tongue feels so good on my
cunt. Eat me and make me come all over your lovely mouth. Now, Baby.
Now.”

Bette was wild with a primitive passion she had never known before as
she stared, unable to tear her eyes away from that scene of the pretty
red headed Cindy, her face contorted on the bed as Sultan’s fantastic
cunt lapping brought her to a thunderous climax.

Moaning deeply in her throat, Bette cupped her swelling tits in her
hands, her fingers sinking deep into the soft, yielding flesh, her
fingertips pinching and squeezing the erect and tender nipples as the
tumultuous excitement of her friend’s debauchery enacted in front of her
filled her body. The muscled walls of her inner cunt fluttered and
rippled, clenching and relaxing with nerve tingling spasms.

Wide-eyed, she watched her pretty neighbor push the dog back. Bette
could see every detail of Cindy’s puffy lipped and soft folded snatch.
The dog’s tongue had matted the deep reddish hair flat and the deep
crack between those wet cunt lips was fully exposed. The mouth was a
deep pink now and covered with a shiny film of creamy white juices.

“Now Sultan,” Bette heard her friend gasp. “Fuck me now. I want to
feel that nice, rigid prick of yours in my hot cunt. Just a minute
Darling Sultan and then you can fuck Momma.”

Breathlessly Bette watched as Cindy slid off the bed and pulled a low,
heavily cushioned vanity bench over to the side of the bed. When she
had it placed the way she wanted it, she knelt beside the big brute of a
dog who stood there patiently. It was evident from the way he stood
there, that he had experienced this many times before.

Bette huddled against the wall, trying to hold back the sobs of
unbridled lust that rose in her throat, wanting to see everything yet
not wanting to be seen. Her pussy was tingling hotly, her tits aching
fiercely, the nipples extremely tender as she watched Cindy slide her
hand along the dog’s hairy belly then down to caress that thick round,
furry sheath that shielded his prick.

Pressing her hand against her furiously twitching twat, Bette jammed her
fingers in hard against it. She shivered from the sharp sensations that
filled her as her fingers rubbed against the soft rubbery lips of her
pussy.

Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the dog’s cock start to
slide out of that dark, hairy covering. The head was sharply pointed
and was a bright red color. Bette stared unbelievingly as more and more
of that fantastic red cock protruded and came into Bette’s view. It was
covered with a thin film of slick slippery fluids that made it glisten
and shine.

“There it is. There is your lovely thick red prick,” she heard Cindy
moan passionately as she continued to stroke that long steel hard cock.
“There is that adorable prick that is going to fuck Momma and make me
feel so good when it is in me. You are a lovely dog, Sultan and oh so
good to Mommy. What a nice lovely big and thick cock you have to fuck
me with, darling.”

Trembling and shaking violently, Bette lifted her skirt and slipped one
hand down inside her panties, onto her bare cunt. The furious sexual
arousement of watching this almost unbelievable erotic action had her
twat already soaking wet and slippery with the juices that kept leaking
from between her cunt lips. The soft outer folds of her cunt quivered
as her fingertips rubbed back and forth along them, opening to the
gentle but insistent pressure of her fingers. Bette slid one finger
into her cunt when she felt the lips part and groaned when she felt the
cunt muscles contracting and expanding with fierce gripping actions as
her lusts rose to a new height.

Leaning against the wall, feeling weak as the thrills ravaged her, Bette
bit into her sensually full lower lips as she watched Cindy, who after a
final caress of that cock that must measure at least seven inches, lay
back on the vanity bench. Her long shapely legs hung off the side but
her wet, gaping cunt was poised right at the very edge of it. She
stretched her legs out then slowly parted them. They were now spread
wide enough for the dog to move in between them.

Bette’s thighs were slippery wet from the juices that dripped in a
steady stream from her pulsating cunt. What she wouldn’t have done or
given for a nice fat hard cock to fuck her right now. Yes, even that
long, bright red prick that extended up along the dog’s hairy belly.
Never had she felt so hot and excited as she did now. There was a
burning demand and urgency in her cunt that needed to be assuaged by a
prick, dog or man.

“Now Sultan. Fuck me. Fuck. Here is a nice hot pussy all ready for
your lovely long hard prick. Up Sultan. Up and fuck. Fuck me. Oh you
lovely dog get up on me. I want to feel your cock fucking my red hot
juicy cunt.”

Bette, panting heavily, was cast in a storm of fantastic sexual
arousement as she heard Cindy’s guttural cries and watched the big,
sleek Doberman move in between Cindy’s wide spread legs, that long, red,
pointed prick jerking and quivering under his belly.

Bette’s fingers worked feverishly on her cunt, her entire body filled
with an obsessive longing. Her pussy, as her fingers caressed and moved
in and out between the soft, yielding lips, grew wetter and wetter, the
muscles in her thighs twitching uncontrollably with erratic spasms. She
was filled with an overwhelming lust that threatened to destroy her
completely if she did not find relief. Her body was a mass of
excruciatingly alive flesh with all the sensations centered in her
vibrating twat. She needed a cock. She wanted a cock to fuck her, to
deliver her from this fierce and overpowering hunger that invaded her.

Cindy’s sudden cry made Bette’s eyes snap open. She stared
unbelievingly when she saw Cindy move backward, the dog suddenly
mounting her naked body. His front legs seemed to hook around her slim
waist, pulling her down while his rump began to jerk back and forth
frantically.

Through lust filled eyes, Bette saw Cindy’s hand grab that wet, shiny
red cock and press it down. A second later, a gurgling scream came from
Cindy as that steel hard prick went driving deep into her juice dripping
snatch.

“Ooooohhh you beautiful Sultan. Your cock is in me. I can feel it so
deep inside me. Fuck me, you darling. Fuck me hard. I want to feel
every inch of your cock in me. Oh. Oh. Lovely cock. Beautiful dog.
You adorable fucker. Do it to me.”

Bette was caught in a swirling maelstrom of unbridled lust as she
watched the dog’s dark sleek rump driving back and forth in an
incredible fast, steady rhythm. She could see his long red prick with a
peculiar bulge just behind the center of it sliding in and out between
the pink-lipped cunt that welcomed each hard and deep thrust.

The dog whined and whimpered oddly as he fucked the twisting, writhing
woman beneath him. His back arched, burying his prick deeper, his rump
jamming even closer and tighter against Cindy’s come-lathered twat.

It was the most unimaginable thing Bette had ever imagined. The
furiously fast, deep fucking never slowed, never slackened. Instead,
Sultan fucked his mistress at the same rapid pace, the head of his red
prick appearing at the very mouth of her cunt then was pumped all the
way back in. “Oh, if only a man could fuck like that,” Bette thought
as her finger delved deep inside her own quivering, contracting pussy,
feeling the hot fluids dripping down on her hand. Her body shook with a
shattering paroxysm as she rubbed the flat part of her finger back and
forth across that sensitive bud of her clitoris.

“How long can he fuck her,” she wondered. He must have had his cock in
her cunt for at least five or ten minutes already but there was no sign
of the dog’s speedy in and out thrusts faltering or slowing down.

Bette could see the white juices leaking from Cindy’s bruised, reddened
pussy as they fucked, the liquids streaming down between the crack of
her ass. The fluids splattered and splashed against Cindy’s thighs as
the dog’s incredible fucking went on and on without the slightest sign
of abatement. His cock was coated with Cindy’s come as the tossing,
sobbing woman came again and again.

“Don’t ever stop fucking me,” the pretty blond sobbed as she met the
dog’s deeply penetrating strokes with heaving, rolling responses of her
hips, ass and cunt. “Oh I just love to be fucked this way. It is the
best, the absolute best. Sultan, you long pricked darling, you are
driving me mad.”

Cindy’s legs flopped as the dog, encouraged by his mistress’s
impassioned pleas, actually seemed to fuck her faster and faster.

Bette, watching all this, was going out of her own mind as she
fingerfucked herself frantically. Her burning eyes were glued to the
aberration taking place no more than a few feet from her, watching the
way the big, sleek muscled Doberman clung to the bare assed woman
beneath him, watching Cindy’s legs bend and straighten convulsively, her
head tossing from side to side, her eyes watching that long, sharply
pointed red shiny prick appearing and disappearing in Cindy’s red
mouthed slippery snatch.

There was no doubt that Cindy was thrilling to this fantastic fuck. The
wild sobs and cries of ecstatic delight that poured from her, the way
her hips twisted and jerked as she fucked the dog, the fierce erotic
contortions of her luscious naked body were all clear indications of the
exquisite bliss she must be feeling.

“Aaagggghh, oh. Oh. I’m going to come all over that nice big dog cock.
Keep fucking me. Keep fucking Momma. Don’t you stop until I tell you
to. Make me come. Oh. Oh. Make me come with your big prick.”

Cindy’s voice was thick and broken as it rose to a furious crescendo of
lust. Her body stiffened then shook violently as she came. Bette could
see her creamy white juices oozing out around Sultan’s still pumping
prick, down her thighs and the cheeks of her ass, forming a thick white
puddle on the vanity bench. Even though she had come, the dog continued
to fuck her with the same intense force and speed.

Unable to resist her own furious desires, Bette fucked her cunt with two
fingers, jamming them in and out, unconsciously matching her thrusts to
the tempo of the dog’s fucking actions. She sank to her knees as
furious spasms wracked her body from head to toe, her hot come flooding
her violently contracting cunt, inundating her vigorously moving fingers
as she sought to maintain that delightful peak of the most intense and
thrilling pleasure. Holding her fingers as deep in her quivering cunt
as she could get them, holding them there as if they were an imaginary
cock that had caused her to experience this shattering orgasm, Bette
collapsed against the door jamb.

When she lifted her head, she saw that the dog was sill fucking the
moaning, gasping Cindy. Finally, his strokes became more erratic.
Bette could not help but compare his actions to that of a man who was
about to come. Cindy’s harsh gasps let Bette know that Sultan was
indeed coming.

“Oooohhh, you’re pouring your hot dog load into me, you darling, I can
feel it spurting into me, so far up inside me. Come in Momma, you big
beautiful fucking animal.”

Another fit of violent trembling and shivers shook Cindy’s madly fucking
body as she reached another explosive orgasm.

Bette, limp and weak from the intensity of her own coming, rested on her
hands and knees. Through hard to focus eyes, she saw Sultan back off
Cindy, his cock pulling out with a distinct pop. As it did, a stream of
greyish white juices literally poured from between Cindy’s bruised
looking cunt lips. Sultan half sat and bending over, began to lick at
his scarlet red prick which was slowly disappearing into that hairy
sheath under his belly.

Slowly Bette managed to get to her feet. She could see Cindy stretched
out limply on the bench, her tits rising and falling rapidly, her
rounded stomach heaving as soft moans came from her opened mouth as she
lay there in the aftermath of this fantastic fucking.

Leaning against the wall, Bette slowly slipped out of the kitchen and
back to her own house. She made her way up to the bathroom and
showered, cleaning away the sticky residue of her come juices.

After her shower, she lay bare-assed on the bed, reliving every moment
of that utterly weird happening she had just witnessed. She couldn’t
quite understand it. It would be different if Cindy were alone and
didn’t have a man to fuck her and take care of her sex needs. But she
was married. She did have Greg and Bette knew that Greg had a bigger
prick than most men. Then why this bit with the dog?

Why this need and desire to be fucked by an animal? Oddly enough Bette
did not find Cindy’s actions deplorable or evil. She did not have a
feeling of disgust for her neighbor because she was fucked by a dog.
Rather it was wonderment as to why Cindy did let her dog fuck her. In a
way, recalling the way Sultan had fucked, Bette could not really blame
Cindy and could understand it.

How was she going to react when she and her husband Don went out with
Cindy and Greg later tonight? Would she be able to repress her
knowledge that she had seen Cindy being screwed by her dog? That
bridge, she chuckled, she would cross later this evening.

Laying there naked, Bette felt her pussy begin to tingle as she vividly
recalled that wild aberration. Closing her eyes, she could see that
long, thin sharply pointed dog cock sliding in and out of that juicy
pink cunt, see the juices flowing out of that lathered pussy and she
commenced to tremble. Her torrid reverie began to react and the nipples
atop her swollen tits began to harden.

A passionate woman, Bette found her cunt begin to throb rhythmically as
she relived those fantastically exciting moments when she had seen Cindy
revel in the unnatural fucking she had seemed to welcome so very much.

Moaning as her hips began to undulate sensually, Bette slid her hand
down over her silky haired pussy. Soft sighs escaped her as her
fingertip gently stroked and caressed her pink mouthed snatch. Her hips
lifted as a tremor of excitement shook her, the touch of her fingers
producing a flow of warm lubricating liquids. Her clitoris pulsated and
hardened, standing out like a miniature hard on.

Her mind was awash with erotic fancies and she wished it had been her
cunt that had been assaulted by the phenomenal cock that had impaled her
neighbor on that seven inches of stiff prick. Her legs lifted and
spread as she began to rub and stroke her elongated clitoris.

Suddenly she slid off the bed and hurried over to her dressing table.
Picking up the long round handled hair brush, she almost raced back to
the bed.

Stretching out on her back, Bette brought her knees up then pushed them
wide apart. Holding the brush by the bristles she slowly inserted the
thick round smooth plastic handle into her snatch. A moan of delight
slipped from between her lips when she felt that thickness penetrate her
slippery cunt.

Her hips bucked and humped as she began to work the brush in and out of
her cunt, her mind alive with brilliantly remembered pictures of that
big, black Doberman, the muscles rippling under his skin as that long
bright red cock worked in and out of Cindy. The brush handle was coated
with her wet, sticky, slippery cunt juices as she moved it in and out
faster and faster. Raising her hand slightly, she cried out as the
slick warm surface began to rub back and forth across her clitoris.

In her disordered, wildly erotic state of mind, Bette imagined that it
was indeed Sultan’s cock that was fucking her. Faster and faster her
hand moved, the brush handle going deep into her come slick pussy. Her
heart pounded and she felt her pussy begin to throb with furious
intensity as she neared her orgasm.

Her back bowed as she fucked her cunt faster and faster. Then, as the
tidal wave of overpowering sensations shook her, she screamed, “FUCK ME
SULTAN! Shove your big red hard dog prick in my cunt and fuck me …
FUCK ME. FUCK ME!”

A second later, her cunt was ripped asunder as she experienced a
tumultuous climax. Her body heaved under the tremendous impact as wild
inarticulate sound ripped from her lips. Her cunt was a network of
shrieking raw nerve endings as spasm after spasm of the most ecstatic
bliss rocked her. With a long, tremulous sigh, she sank back on the
bed, bathed in the luxurious sensations of her orgastic aftermath.

CHAPTER TWO

That night, when she and her husband Don went next door, Bette found it
almost impossible to believe that this lovely woman who was a perfect
hostess, could have indulged in such an act of sheer animal wantonness
only hours before.

She and Don had found Cindy and Greg to be perfect neighbors. The four
of them had hit it off right from the beginning and had formed the habit
of going out together on Saturday nights. Cindy and Greg were a bit
earthier than she and Don but had never been offensive. The dirty jokes
had been told in a dance with Greg and he had gotten a semi-hard on.
Nothing more had developed but Bette kind of wished it had. She
wouldn’t have minded being fucked by that prick of his which seemed to
be larger than Don’s. She was kind of sure that Don would have jumped
at the chance to bed the pretty and sexy Cindy. They had a drink and
discussed the inevitable question of where to go.

“I heard of a pretty wild place,” Greg said. “They put on some way-out
sex shows and circuses. You know, women and women, men and men, women
and animals and things like that. It is pretty raw I’ve heard but what
the hell, it will be something different. What do you say?”

When Don looked at her, Bette nodded. She had found her interest fanned
when Greg had mentioned animals. It was firmly and finally settled that
they would go. Just as they were leaving, Sultan, the big Doberman
Bette had seen fucking Cindy, came padding into the room. Her pulses
quickened at the sight of that sleek black dog and the throbbing tingle
began between her legs.

She watched as Cindy gently, almost lovingly, stroked the dog’s head.
His tail wagged and Bette would swear she saw an adoring look on his
face as he looked up at his mistress.

“He is a beautiful dog,” Bette said, moving over to put her hand on his
smooth haired head. “They say Dobermans are extremely clever and can be
trained to do almost anything.”

Bette smiled to herself when she saw Cindy look up at her quickly, a
wondering look in her eyes.

“I don’t know about that,” Greg chuckled, “but he is a helluva good
watchdog. Even I get scared when I see those big white fangs. He
really watches over Cindy though.”

“He should,” Bette smiled to herself, “if you fucked her the way he
does, and could see that big red cock of his in action.”

The four of them piled into Greg’s car and an hour later they pulled up
in front of a small weather-beaten house.

“Don’t pay any attention to the outside,” Greg reassured them. “It’s
what’s inside that counts. From what this guy told me the place is
furnished like a palace.”

Greg was right. Once inside, they found themselves in a luxuriously
furnished foyer. A man wearing a faultless dinner jacket led them to a
small room that was dimly lit. There were two love seats facing a small
stage that was about ten feet from the booth. The floor was thickly
carpeted and the furnishings reflected obvious good taste.

A lovely girl wearing just the flimsiest apron, her big red-nippled tits
swaying and bouncing delightfully, brought in two bottles of champagne
and set one at each love seat along with two glasses. She announced
that the show would begin in just ten minutes.

Greg poured them each a glassful of champagne and they stood there
drinking it. Bette found herself getting a nice glow from the champagne
and was oddly stimulated by the prospect of what they might be seeing.

The lights flickered twice and they imagined it was a signal that the
show was about to start. Cindy suggested that since they were old
friends it would be nice to switch partners and let Don sit with her
while Greg sat with Bette.

“There’s no fun,” she chuckled, “in seeing a show like this with your
own husband.”

Bette looked at Don and was surprised in a way to see the look of
eagerness on his face as he looked at the luscious Cindy. What the
hell, she thought, what was sauce for the goose was pretty tasty.
Besides the sudden memory of how Greg’s half hard cock had felt more
then appeased her feelings.

They had just taken their seats when the lights went out, all but the
lights on the stage.

Bette felt Greg’s arm slide around her shoulder, his hand resting just
above the upper swell of her tit. Her heart beat faster when she felt
his leg rub against hers and then remain knee to knee. The wine
pervaded her with a warm, pleasant glow and she nestled against the
handsome Greg.

In the center of the stage there was a long, low and wide couch covered
with a deep red satin sheet. A beautiful dark haired girl wearing a
sheer filmy negligee came out to stand beside the couch. Smiling, she
faced the audience and then slowly let the negligee slip off her body
and to the floor.

“Boy, what a pair of tits she has,” Greg muttered in her ear. Bette
smiled at his expression but he was right. The girl did have a
beautiful pair of tits. They were full, rounded and firm, twin
mountains of creamy white flesh topped with broad deep red aureoles and
the nipples were thick and fully a half inch long. Her body was
voluptuously shaped with smoothly rounded hips, long slim legs and a
thick luxuriant growth of hair around her cunt. Her ass was firm and
provocatively rounded, forming a completely enticing picture of sheer
sensuality.

Picking up a magazine, the girl stretched out on the bed and began
reading it. As she read, the girl let one hand slide slowly and
teasingly across those full tits, rubbing and stroking them until the
nipples looked like twin spires of deep red. Her hand moved down over
her body, to her smooth fleshed thighs and then lightly across that
furry snatch.

Bette could see the thick dark nipples of the girl’s tits grow even
longer and thicker as the girl’s hand lifted to gently caress those
hillocks of tempting whiteness once more. Her long, red tipped fingers
lifted those swollen white orbs, then dropped them. As they came to a
quivering halt, her fingertips teased the nipples into even greater
erectness. Her long legs slowly spread and from where they were
sitting, all four could look right up and into the girl’s pink-lipped,
hair-lined pussy.

“And that’s not bad either,” she heard herself whisper to Greg who
chuckled. Bette could feel herself getting hot as she watched the girl
on the bed. I’m becoming a regular voyeur, she thought. First Cindy
and now this girl.

The fact that the man beside her whose knee was gently rubbing against
hers was not her husband, that they were watching a beautiful naked girl
playing with herself added to her rising delight of lustful excitement.
The exciting display of the girl’s naked cunt, combined with the
champagne and Greg’s nearness was beginning to get to her.

Greg’s knee moved in soft little circles against hers and she felt her
breath catch in her throat when his hand slid down a bit more, the
fingertips resting on the swelling curves of her tit and pressing in
against the soft flesh gently.

“Look at her now,” Greg breathed in her ear, “she must be reading a
real hot book.”

The girl, her cunt aimed directly at them, was writhing sexily on the
bed. Her ass rose and fell in slow undulating motions of pagan passion.
Bette could feel her own pussy throb and unconsciously her own hips
began to move as the warm trickle of fluids seeped from between the
twitching lips of her cunt.

Looking over, she saw that Don’s hand was down inside the gaping front
of Cindy’s dress and she could see his fingers moving as he kneaded
those big rounded globes. His other hand was sliding back and forth
along Cindy’s bare thigh, her dress pushed halfway up to her waist.
Raising her eyes, she looked at Cindy. The pretty blonde had a look of
sensual excitement similar to the expression Bette had seen on her face
earlier that day when she was about to get fucked by her dog Sultan.

“They really seem to be having a ball,” she heard Greg whisper in her
ear as his hand moved down until it was cupped directly over her one
swollen mound. Bette tensed then relaxed, enjoying the feel of a
strange man’s hand on her body, his strong fingers gently fondling the
soft, yielding flesh. The tingling in her cunt grew stronger as Greg
found and pulled on the tender, erect nipple.

Turning, she looking back at the stage. On the bed, the girl was
caressing herself all over, her voluptuous body writhing and tossing
lasciviously as her fingers stroked up and down along the soft flesh of
her puff-mouthed cunt. They could see the girl’s finger rubbing against
the pink folds and heard her harsh irregular breathing as she slid one
finger in and out of that now hot, moist slit. Her legs lifted straight
up in the air then slowly spread wide apart.

Bette gasped when the wet mouth of the girl’s cunt was pulled apart to
reveal the pink glistening flesh between her legs. Breathing hard,
Bette stared as the girl reached down to those hair covered pink folds
and slowly pull them apart until the shiny pink interior of her cunt was
completely revealed. There was a trickle of white juices running from
that pink-mouthed orifice that pulsed hungrily. They could see the
inner muscles of her cunt contracting rhythmically and realized that the
girl was doing it deliberately.

Holding her cunt lips apart with one hand, the girl slid a finger of her
other hand deep into the yawning pussy to rub and caress her elongated
and thick clitoris.

Bette felt Greg’s fingers dig into the soft flesh of her tit as the
sensuous actions of the sexy female on the bed got to both of them. The
sight of those long red enameled fingers rubbing back and forth across
that rosebud of sensitivity, sliding in and out of her wet, slippery
snatch, sliding up and down along the smooth flesh of her cunt, had
Bette panting with desire.

Her cunt was sopping wet now as breathlessly, she watched the girl
fingerfuck herself, her ass rising and falling in cadence with the in
and out motions of her finger slipping between those soft, shiny wet
flaccid lips. A gasp came from Bette when she saw the girl add a second
finger, then a third to the one that was working in and out of her twat,
pushing the three of them deep inside that enveloping cunt, creating a
wet sucking sound each time she pulled her fingers out.

Bette was on fire with lustful anticipation and the heat of her own
lusts as she stared wide-eyed at the girl on the bed squirming and
contorting frantically with uncontrollable passion as she drove those
three fingers in and out of her cunt faster, her fingers disappearing to
the knuckles in that wet hungry cunt.

The sounds, the very wet suctioning exciting sounds as the girl’s
fingers fairly flew back and forth in her pussy, had Bette almost out of
her mind with primitive desire. Her head swam as she saw the girl fuck
herself to a climax, her hand beating a savage erotic tattoo against the
wet, juicy, lathered slit, her cries of exquisite rapture filling the
room.

Suddenly, from the side of the stage, a huge German Shepherd walked
across the stage to sit beside the couch. It was a long moment before
the girl looked over and saw him. When she did, the rapid in and out
motions of her hand slowed then stopped completely. A smile of eager
sensual anticipation flitted across her lust contorted features as she
looked down at the huge animal.

The girl’s hand pulled away from her well lubricated snatch and rose to
her mouth. She smelled her fingers that were coated with her come
juices, licked at them for a moment then held her hand out toward the
dog, calling to him to come to her.

Wriggling down on the couch, the girl moved forward until her ass and
cunt were right at the edge of the couch, her feet on the floor. She
drew her knees up so that the soles of her feet rested on the edge of
the couch, then pushed them wide open.

Bette sucked in her breath, hardly able to breath when she saw the lips
of the girl’s cunt spread wide, the creamy white fluids leaking down the
cheeks of her ass.

Fascinated, her body trembling, Bette shivered with wildly exciting
shivers of wanton lust. The thought that this huge dog was going to
suck and fuck this voluptuous female thrilled her as much as when she
had seen Cindy getting fucked this afternoon. The tingling in her cunt
turned into a raging inferno of desire, a consuming, raging holocaust of
lust.

The warmth increased when she felt Greg’s hand slip inside her dress,
under her bra and onto her bare, stiff-nippled tit. She felt the mound
swell, the nipple stiffen even more under his gentle but skillful
caresses. Her breathing came heavier, burning in her throat, her body
writhing as Greg’s hand rested on her thigh.

The soft, hot, wet lips of her cunt contracted, then opened as if
reaching for Greg’s hand. A tingling shock almost like an electric
shock ripped through her when she felt Greg move his hand up slowly,
turning it and cupping his broad, strong fingers over her cunt. Her
hips arched at the strong contact and her head fell back as Greg’s
fingers curled inward, pressing gently but firmly against the softness
of her outer cunt. Her head rolled then froze at the sight that greeted
her eyes on the other love seat.

Don’s stiff, red-knobbed cock rose up out of his gaping fly and Cindy’s
hand was holding it as she stroked her fist up and down along the thick
rigid shaft. The sight of her husband’s cock being caressed by another
woman strangely excited her tremendously. There was no anger, no
jealousy, no fear of any kind. Only an overwhelming desire that was
like a powerful drug as she watched the red tip of her husband’s cock
appear and disappear in the circle of Cindy’s clutching fist.

Hearing a growling bark from the stage, Bette turned her attention back
to the stage once more. She gasped at what she saw.

The dog had his long snout buried between the girl’s come-wet thighs,
rubbing against the damp matted hair that surrounded the girl’s pussy.
Bette saw the girl tremble fiercely, her fingers moving in the
bedclothes, her body tensing as the dog’s long, broad rough tongue
licked out at the girl’s twat.

Deep harsh cries came from the wriggling girl as the dog’s tongue lapped
from the crack of her ass all the way up over the entire length of her
pink lipped snatch. Flinging her legs high, the girl thrust her juicy
twat against the dog’s snout. He began to lap at her pussy greedily,
faster and faster. Encouraged by the girl’s moaning sobs and the almost
constant flow of her cunt fluids, the dog’s big, flat tongue flicked
relentlessly at the girl’s cunt lips and inside as well.

Caught up in the throes of highly aroused primitive passion the girl
reached down and pulled the lips of her cunt wide open. A gurgling
scream of sheer pleasure ripped from her as the dog pressed further
forward, his tongue almost a pink blur as he lapped frantically at the
glistening in her cunt with that long tongue, raking it across her long,
thick clitoris.

Her hips and ass twisted and jerked as she responded to the incredible
cunt lapping being lavished on her by the dog. Her body jerked with
repeated spasms, low sobs of frenetic ecstasy pouring from her
constricted throat as the great dog brought her to one orgasm after
another. Bette, her body consumed with burning lust, wallowed in the
unabashed, debauchery that filled the small theatre. Her cunt and body
hungered for a tongue, animal or human, to be lapping at her twat,
probing inside, sucking and biting on her excruciatingly sensitive
clitoris. She was filled with a hot excitement, a sensual lust far
greater than anything she had ever felt before.

The moans of ecstatic bliss coming from the stage fascinated her as she
watched the girl, her hips and ass rolling, jerking and humping
furiously. Her legs rose high as her fingers once more pulled her cunt
mouth wide open, sobbing furiously as that long, broad tongue darted and
plunged deep into that gaping slit.

Bette, her heart pounding madly, her breath burning in her throat saw
the dog’s rump begin to jerk back and forth as his tongue ravished her
soaking wet come filled pussy. The girl, her body contorting
frantically screamed hoarsely, her hips wriggling harder as she shoved
her cunt tighter against the dog’s nozzle, forcing his tongue deeper
into her. Her harsh, animal like cries gradually became clear to Bette
and the others. She was calling for the dog to suck and tongue her cunt
faster, to ram his tongue in deeper, to lap at her pussy and make her
come.

With a shock, Bette recalled the similarity of this girl’s wild,
impassioned pleas to those she had heard coming from Cindy this
afternoon. Turning her head, she looked across to where her husband and
neighbor sat.

A gasp broke from her when she saw Cindy sprawled out on the love seat,
her legs stretched out wide, her dress up around her waist. Don’s hand
was under her panties and from the action Bette could see, she knew he
had his finger buried deep in Cindy’s twat, fucking her with it.

The blonde’s hand was clasped tightly around Don’s prick, moving up and
down that rampant rod, her lust blazing eyes fastened on the bizarre
scene unfolding on the stage in front of them.

Down on the stage, the girl, now totally in the grip of uncontrollable
animal passions, raised her ass higher on the couch. Bette could see
the dog’s tongue lick along the deep crack between the plump cheeks of
the girl’s ass. Sobbing, the girl reached up under her. Her fingers
dug into the resilient flesh of her ass and pulled them wide apart. A
cry of painful pleasure rose in the air as the dog’s tongue darted at
and around then in and out of that brownish pink puckered opening.

Sliding her fingertips further down, the girl pulled the narrow opening
of her asshole wide open. The dog, sensing his advantage, pressed
further forward, his snout pressing harder up against her ass, his
tongue forcing itself into that narrow channel. The girl seemed to go
wild. Her body twisted and jerked almost uncontrollably as that thick,
broad tongue jammed itself further up into her ass itself.

A low bubbling moan rose in Bette’s throat when she saw the dog’s
tongue, working in and out of the girl’s undulating ass. Her senses
were further excited when she saw the dog’s bright red, sharply pointed
cock sliding out of the hairy sheath under his belly. It was long,
longer than Sultan’s and thicker too, almost seven or eight inches long
with that thrillingly tapered knob. It was coated with a sheen of
creamy white liquid that made the length of his prick glisten
erotically.

Then the girl, in her avid, mad tossing saw it. Her body stilled as she
stared hungrily at that gigantic prick and the thick juices that dripped
from the head of it. Sitting up, she reached down and grabbed that
slimy wet cock, her fingers caressing it hard and fast and skillfully.

Bette, her senses swimming in abandonment pushed Greg’s hand off of her
cunt. She pulled her skirt up frantically baring her sleek wet thighs
then taking his hand, jammed it hard against her hot throbbing snatch.
Her body was on fire as the walls of her cunt expanded to take Greg’s
deeply probing finger as it moved in and out of her hot, burning pussy.
A trickle of hot, slimy, sticky juices kept dripping from that excited
twitching teat.

The lips of her cunt clung to his finger, the heat of her body
threatening to devour her. She slid downward in the seat, spreading her
legs wider, giving him more room to caress and fondle her throbbing
cunt.

Hearing deep, sobbing cries coming from the stage, Bette opened her eyes
to see the girl kneel under the dog and begin to suck on that immense
red prick. The girl sucked his cock avidly for a minute or two then
with a loud scream of abandoned lust, scrambled up onto the couch pulled
the dog up with her and turned to rest on her hands and knees, her
provocative ass and pink lipped twat thrust back toward the drooling
animal.

The girl was pure animal herself now as she faced away from the
audience, her slimy come dripping, pink cunt mouth facing the excited,
hard breathing audience. Bette could see those soft, rubbery folds open
and close spasmodically as the girl called to the dog, begging him to
mount her and to fuck her. The dog came up behind the girl, then
bounded up. His hairy front legs twisting and tightening around the
girl’s slim, pliant middle, his rump was already in action as he sought
to drive his long, thick cock into the girl’s slippery cunt.

Bette’s breath caught in her throat and her emotions were so strong she
thought she was going to faint when she saw the dog’s tremendous cock
find and sink deep into that lathered pussy with one fierce lunge. Her
hands clutched at Greg’s hand on her pussy at the sight of that
incredibly thick bright red prick disappearing all the way into the girl
with one thrust. The girl moaned and sobbed feverishly, her head
rolling from side to side as the dog began to fuck her with quick strong
in and out strokes of that great prick.

Bette writhed and twisted on the couch, her cunt shoving down hard
against Greg’s caressing fingers. Watching the dog’s prick, she could
almost feel that long, thick red shaft driving itself deep into her own
twat, feel her cunt being spread wide apart by that thickness of
pleasure giving cock.

Her forehead was beaded with perspiration and she could feel the warm
sweat break out all over her body as the juices poured from her snatch
inundating Greg’s hand. She knew that one day she was going to have to
be sucked and fucked by a dog, any dog. The unbelievable lust that she
felt she knew could only be satisfied by the iron hard prick of a dog.

Her eyes were fastened on the dog whose furry body covered the shaking
girl fucking her in grotesque jerking motions that were characteristic
of canine fucking. The girl’s ass jerked and twisted as if trying to
get that bestial prick in even deeper, her back and ass shoving back to
meet his powerful thrusts. His bright, shiny cock drove in and out,
back and forth, going deep in her cunt and at an unbelievably fast
tempo. Bette had seen the same frenetic action when Sultan had fucked
Cindy earlier that day.

The white fluids poured from the prick-ravaged lips of the girl’s cunt
to be splashed and splattered against the girl’s belly and thighs and
ass. It wasn’t possible, Bette thought as she stared at the
increasingly rapid fucking motions of the dog.

Her attention was diverted by the wet slurping sounds from the other
love seat. Sounds that only indicated that someone was either having
her cunt eaten or someone’s cock was being treated to a delightful blow
job.

Cindy was bent over Don’s lap, sucking his hard erect prick with
delighted relish. She seemed like a starving female who had not had a
cock in ages as her wet, hot mouth slid up and down that long, red
tipped pole. As Bette watched enviously, Cindy lifted her mouth and her
tongue licked out, lapping voraciously at the full, saliva wet length of
Bette’s husband’s prick. Her mouth surrounded that great knob once
more, her lips sliding up and down frantically, hungrily, greedily.

Don’s hand was moving back and forth across Cindy’s naked cunt, his
fingers digging deep between the come covered folds of that pink mouth
of Cindy’s delightful snatch, the creamy juices dripping from that
palpitating twat and down her thighs.

Turning, she reached for Greg’s prick. Her fingers encircled that thick
shaft and she gasped when she found she could not get her fingers around
it, that its great size did not permit her hand to completely encompass
his cock.

“Greg, Greg,” she moaned lustfully. “What a beautiful cock. It’s so
big. So big and so hard and so eager.”

“The better to fuck you with” he replied panting as Bette’s knowing
fingers created even more intense feeling inside him.

Breathing heavily as her hand stroked every inch of that great prick,
Bette could feel the veins thicken as they pulsated fiercely, the smooth
skin of the shaft of his cock stretching tighter as his cock grew even
more, and she wanted more than anything to feel it buried to the balls
in her.

The feeling of Greg’s expert fingers caressing the lips and inner
surfaces of her pussy, his fingertip rolling her tender nerve throbbing
clitoris, the feeling of that unbelievable cock that was filling her
hand, had Bette unaware of everything but the indescribable feelings of
sensuality and sexuality that filled her. Her body was charged with
passion that would not be denied.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Cindy’s head sink down over the
entire length of Don’s prick, something that Bette had never been able
to do. She saw Cindy’s cheeks puff out as if she had a balloon in her
mouth as she took that swollen shaft deep into her mouth, her full lips
opened wide to accommodate that thick hard on.

“Slide over onto my lap,” Greg whispered hoarsely to Bette. “That way
I can fuck you while you watch the girl getting fucked on stage.”

With a happy, gleeful cry, Bette rose and slid across onto Greg’s lap,
her legs straddling his. Reaching down, she held that immense prick
steady as she slowly lowered her come lubricated cunt down over his
cock.

A moan of agonizing delight came from her when she felt her cunt lips
being spread wide by that huge blunt, flanged knob of Greg’s prick. Her
hips paused, then with a wild cry of unleashed passion, Bette dropped
her cunt down hard, impaling herself on that thrilling spike. Her cunt
was stretched wide, wider than ever as that massive shaft filled her
cunt. Her hips twisted and ground against Greg’s balls and thighs as
she sought to get every last bit of his prick into her. The feeling of
that hot throbbing shaft inside her sent shivers of ecstatic delight
through her trembling body.

“Watch the show,” she heard Greg gasp as he screwed his cock further up
into her clinging, tingling cunt. “Watch the fucking on stage and I’ll
take care of this hot cunt of yours right here.” Turning her attention
back to the breath taking spectacle on the stage, Bette watched through
lust blurred eyes as the dog continued to fuck the girl at the same
rapid pace, his long wet bright red cock driving in and out like a
piston, the muscles of his rump rippling under the hairy fur and back as
he fucked and fucked in a way that had Bette wild just watching it. Her
eyes moved from that lathered pussy to the girl who was wriggling and
squirming madly, shoving her ass back with hard, driving movements to
meet those incessantly rapid motions.

Bette could look right up between the girl’s legs as well as those of
the dog’s and her own lusts soared at the sight of the girl’s pink
lipped flesh that glistened between the widely spread cunt lips that
were coated with beads of glistening white fluid. The sight of that big
bright red prick shiny with the girl’s come, driven relentlessly and
powerfully in and out between those slick lips filled Bette with the
desire to be treated the same way by an equally as powerful dog cock.

Her ass and cunt began to bob up and down on that stiff prick that was
rammed deep in her twat. Every time her hips came down, the head of
that beautiful cock went tearing up into her womb. The sticky juices
literally flowed from her spasmodically contracting cunt, bathing his
cock and balls with the warm wet juices. Unable to control her driving
animal lusts, Bette matched the rising and falling of her cunt over that
rigid axis with the fierce rapid strokes of the dog’s prick in the
girl’s cunt.

Soft breaking sobs of intense rapture slipped from Bette’s opened mouth
when she felt Greg’s hips begin to meet her hard downward thrusts. His
cock jammed in even deeper and faster, opening the yielding soft walls
of her twat, spreading them to take that huge rod, her hips slamming
down hard as she matched the furious rhythm the dog set on the stage.

A wild piercing scream hung in the air as the girl on the stage bucked
and jerked, her back arching, her come lathered cunt shoving back, her
ass twisting frantically as she began to come. The girl went wild, her
ass jerking up and down, back and forth, in tight little circles against
the pounding hairy belly of the German shepherd. Her body drove hard
back against the dog as she was pierced deeply by the driving sword of
the dog’s prick. Bette could see the come being splashed as it poured
from the convulsing pussy. It oozed out around the dog’s still reaming
prick, running down the girl’s thighs, the smooth white flesh shining in
the bright lights, the thick white fluids covering her legs.

Bette cried out, her body stiffening and jerking with hard quaking
spasms as her own orgasm began to build up inside her. Gripping her
swollen, hard nippled tits, she lost complete control over her emotions
as she rose and fell, impaling herself frenetically on that immense
prick that was buried to the hilt in her, that filled her cunt and
herself with terrific sensations heretofore unknown to her. Never in
her life had she ever been this sexually excited. The sweat poured off
of her body as her coming came nearer and nearer. It felt as if she
were undergoing the severest of tortures as the needle sharp exquisite
sensations built up.

Suddenly the muscles in her thighs, stomach and cunt stiffened and
aching with a pain that was agonizing yet at the same time the most
pleasurable she had known in a long time. Her body jerked as if with
the ague as her emotions were driving to the very edge of her coming.
Then it burst inside her like a bomb going off in her cunt.

The sharp, pounding, driving sensations ripped through her, bringing a
long wailing scream as she came. The totality of it, the almost
paralyzing pleasure as her entire body was split and wracked with spasm
after spasm of incredible shocking pleasure that forced her to drive her
pulsating pussy down over that thick cock, wanting to feel it buried as
far up into her as she could get it. She felt her filled twat throb
with a fierce rhythm as she came, her hot thin liquids flowing out of
her snatch and down along Greg’s rigid pole that was jammed deep in her
cunt.

A moment later, a new and equally as powerful sensation gripped her when
she felt Greg driving his swelling, hardening prick even further up into
her. He held that massive tapered knob almost in her womb when Bette
screamed when she felt his cock jerk furiously as a thick stream of hot,
thick cream shot from his pulsating cock sending a torrent into her
cunt.

His hands hurt as they dug into her hips, holding her down on him as his
body was shaken by furious spasm after spasm, his cock leaping inside
her as spurt after spurt of boiling hot come was ejected into her
clinging, tightening pussy. Bette’s cunt muscles clasped and squeezed
and rolled around that throbbing shaft, milking it with skillful
experienced sucking motions.

Her cunt overflowed with his tremendous load that dripped steadily from
between the bruised, reddened mouth of her snatch. Sagging back against
Greg, Bette looked through dimmed eyes at the stage.

The girl now lay on her back, her arms and legs hanging limply as the
dog jerked his long, still iron hard cock out of the girl’s battered
pussy. The greyish white juices poured out from between those puffy
lips of the girl’s twat, forming a thick pool of come under her still
quivering ass.

The dog reclining on his haunches twisted around and his long tongue
licked at his come covered cock and Bette wished it were her tongue that
was doing it instead of the dog’s. A feeling of disappointment ran
through her when she saw that red cock slowly pulling back into the
hairy sheath.

Watching that sharply pointed, red cock flecked with spots of white come
on it, Bette knew that one day and soon, she was going to be fucked by a
dog and know all of the sensations Cindy and the recumbent girl on the
couch had felt. There was an overpowering sexual urge in her cunt to
experience that wild, unbelievable fuckings she had twice witnessed
today. She knew that this urge could only be satisfied by the feeling
of a dog’s cock fucking her as Cindy had been fucked and sucked.

After they dressed and left the theatre, the four were quiet as they
drove home. It wasn’t until they were nearly home that the subject of
what they had seen and done came up. There was a momentary
embarrassment then all four broke out laughing.

“I hope Bette,” Cindy said smiling at her neighbor, “that you didn’t
mind what Don and I did. It was just that I got so excited watching the
girl get fu … oops.”

“That’s all right Cindy,” Bette chuckled. “I’ve heard the word before.
No, I didn’t mind your getting fucked by Don. Besides how could I get
angry at you. Don’t forget I had Greg’s cock in me at the same time.”

“Thank you dear,” the voluptuous Cindy said then looked at the two men.
“And just how do you two feel? Are you ready to fight one another or
divorce us?”

“Hell no,” Don chortled. “I’m ready for more.”

“And you Greg,” Bette asked as she dropped her hand on Greg’s cock.
“Are you upset because Don fucked Cindy and she went down on him?”

“Don’t be silly” Greg answered his hand covering Bette’s and rubbing it
hard against his prick. “I enjoyed every minute of it and am looking
for more just as Don is.”

“Would you be willing to do it again, Don?” Cindy asked her eyes bright
with desire as she looked at Bette’s husband.

“If Bette wants to.”

“I want to,” Bette said quickly. “The idea, if you will excuse my
talking frankly, of being fucked by a different cock really turns me
on.”

“In that case, how about the four of us coming to our place. We can
screw more comfortably and enjoyably.”

Dawn was just beginning to break when Bette and Don wearily made their
way back to their own house. It had been an utterly fabulous night.
Bette had been fucked and eaten until she was exhausted and had gone
down on Greg reveling in the lusty excitement of feeling his cock come
in her mouth.

Yet despite her intense enjoyment of being fucked and sucked, Bette had
not lost her compulsion about being fucked by a dog. She just had to
have one to satisfy this craving she felt.

CHAPTER THREE

For the next few days, Bette lived in an almost constant state of
frustration. She could not rid her mind of the picture of that huge
German Shepherd with his long, thick red cock as he had fucked the girl.
Nor could she forget the feel of Greg’s big hard on when he had fucked
her or later when she had gone down on him and he had come in her mouth.

Bette’s biggest hang-up however, was occasionally seeing Cindy’s dog
Sultan running around. Having witnessed him sucking and fucking her
neighbor, Bette would feel her cunt tingle whenever she saw his sleek,
black body.

The hot feelings she would feel mounting in her throbbing twat would get
her so hot that she knew that one day in the not too distant future, she
would be getting fucked by a dog. It was an overpowering impulse, one
that burned brightly and constantly with her.

Unable to stand it any longer, Bette went out and over to visit Cindy.
The pretty blonde looked at her, smiled and asked her if Bette would
like a cup of coffee. When they were seated at the kitchen table, Cindy
said, “I was going to call you Bette but decided to wait until you had a
chance to think about what happened the other night. I am so glad you
are not angry about it.”

“Oh no. In fact, I enjoyed it very, very much. Greg is quite a man and
oh that … I’m sorry Cindy.”

“Don’t be,” Cindy chuckled. “Greg does have a nice cock.”

Relieved by Cindy’s frankness, Bette smiled. “Yes, and he fucks so well
too. My pussy was sore for a day afterward.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed the swapping. Don is no slouch either in the cock
or fucking department. Would you like to get together again real soon?
Greg told me how much he enjoyed it especially when you went down on
him.”

“Wonderful. I’ll talk to Don about it. I know that he will jump at the
chance to lay you again.”

They chatted and Bette steered the conversation around to the erotic
spectacle they had seen.

“Just looking at that dog’s big red prick sliding in and out of the
girl’s cunt, the way he fucked her really turned me on. From the way
the girl acted, it must have worked on her as well.”

“I’ve heard that a woman never really knows what fucking is until she’s
been screwed by a good dog.” Cindy’s eyes were fastened on Bette’s as
she talked, a strange look on her face.

“I’d love to try it one day,” Bette said slowly. “It looked just
absolutely sensational.”

“Yes, it is … I mean, it certainly looked that way to me too.”

“I know that if I had a dog like yours, like Sultan, I would not be able
to resist the temptation to have him lick my pussy or even to fuck me.
Where is Sultan by the way?”

“Sultan? Oh, he is in the basement. Why?”

Bette hesitated for a long moment. Then, taking a deep breath she told
Cindy how she had seen her being sucked and fucked by her dog, how hot
it had gotten her and how she had the strongest desire to feel a dog eat
her pussy and to fuck her with his big prick.

“Have you ever tried it at all, Bette? Have you ever had anything to do
with a dog?”

“No and oh, I want to so much. After seeing you and Sultan, than that
incredible show, it’s all I can think of. Cindy, please, call Sultan up
here. Let him lick my cunt and then fuck me, the way he did you. Oh
please Cindy, before I go out of my mind. I want it so very much.”

The blonde looked at her searchingly, then smiled. “All right, but
you’ll have to do just what I tell you to.”

“Anything. I’ll do anything you say.”

“Bette, you have no idea what’s in store for you. You haven’t known
anything like this. Having a dog lick your cunt, especially a dog like
Sultan who knows what to do, will make you feel things you never dreamed
you could experience. I’ve trained him for six months and well, you’ve
seen the results. Let me get him.”

Bette was beside herself with a pounding heart that seemed to be
breaking through her rib cage as she waited for Cindy to return with
Sultan. Her swollen, hard nippled tits rose and fell rapidly and there
was an all consuming urge in her already soaking wet cunt. She could
feel the muscles in her pussy contract and expand in rhythmic spasms of
anticipatory excitement.

Her breath caught in her throat when Cindy returned, leading the big,
black dog trotting beside her. Bette’s eyes darted to that thick hairy
sheath, in her mind’s eyes seeing that bright red, pointed cock it
covered. She was nervous and excited as the mounting tide of sexual
arousement filled her trembling body.

Oh, how she wanted to feel him fucking her the way she had seen him
fucking Cindy. She just had to be fucked by him, to feel that steady,
steady, fabulous and relentless pounding of his cock in her oh so eager
twat.

“Let’s go into the bedroom,” Cindy said, her voice betraying her own
excitement. “Then you can watch Sultan and me first. Since it is your
first time, I’ll show you how to position yourself so he can lick your
pussy, then maybe fuck you. Why don’t we undress first, Bette. I don’t
let him do anything sexually without me being bare-assed. I would hate
to have him stick his nose up under my skirt sometime when we had
guests.”

Unable to tear her eyes from the dog who sat quietly in one corner of
the bedroom, his eyes flicking from one to the other as they quickly
stripped. Bette felt a thrill race through her when she saw just the
tip of his red prick sticking out of that round hairy sheath between the
dog’s legs.

When Cindy was naked, she spread a towel across the bed, then sat so
that her cunt was right at the edge of the bed. Bette, her heart
beating furiously, watched as Cindy’s voluptuous body reclined
languorously on the bed, her long, shapely legs stretched out wide in
front of her. Bette’s pulse beat rapidly when she saw the pink moist
lips of her cunt, the juices oozing slowly down the crack of her ass.

The dog whined as his eyes fastened on that golden fleeced, pink lipped
cunt, his muzzle wrinkling as he smelled the strong aroma coming from
between Cindy’s legs. Cindy, ready now, called softly to the dog.
Sultan whimpered slowly as he got up and walked over, right up between
Cindy’s wide spread legs.

Transfixed, Bette could not tear her eyes away from the sight of the dog
looking up adoringly at Cindy then at her command, he began to lick at
her thighs, then her cunt. Bette, her breath coming in short, hard,
irregular gasps, could not resist cupping her hand around her already
soaking wet cunt when she saw the dog begin to lick at Cindy’s cunt with
long wet lapping actions.

“Suck Sultan. Suck my cunt. Lick my pussy,” Cindy cried, her body
writhing as the dog’s long tongue began to lap feverishly at that wide
open snatch. “Suck. Lick. Suck.”

Seeing that long rough tongue lick Cindy’s twat from one end to the
other, his nose pressing against that hairy slit, Bette was wild with
lust as she saw Sultan licking Cindy’s cunt. In her hot erotic
imagination, she could almost feel that long broad tongue lapping away
at her own pussy which was now overflowing with warm, creamy fluids.
The hair around her pussy was matted flat as the juices dripped down
along the inside of her thighs, her body quivering with unrestrained
desire.

There was a look of ecstatic bliss on Cindy’s face, evidence of the
sensations the dog’s fantastic tongue was providing.

“Ooooohhh, how he loves to lick pussy,” the fevered blonde moaned, her
pretty face contorted with lust, her hands dug deep into the yielding
flesh of her pink nippled tits. “I love it. I love to have him eat my
cunt. He’s soooo gooood. Better than anyone else ever has been. Just
wait Bette. You’ll love it too.”

Bette could see that Cindy was transported to another world of intense
erotic fantasy. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as her head
rolled from side to side. Her sleek flaring hips undulated and pumped
sensuously, her back arching as she thrust her cunt, dripping with come,
tighter against the dog’s rapidly licking tongue. The wet, slurping
sounds as that long tongue slid up along her slit were like an
aphrodisiac to Bette.

Moving closer, she sank to her knees to watch this exciting scene. Her
widened eyes stared fascinatedly at the incredible action of Sultan’s
tongue as he licked up and down along the saliva wet pink lips of the
blonde’s snatch. Her nostrils flared as she breathed heavily when she
saw the long, rough textured tongue snake inside, actually move inside
that cunt, parting the soft, fleshy folds of Cindy’s cunt to do so. She
could see his tongue sliding in and out of that twitching pussy mouth
that seemed to drive the gasping, sobbing blonde wild with intense
rapture as the tongue rasped back and forth across her clitoris.

Her eyes widened with disbelief at the unbelievable spectacle of the dog
lapping and slurping at the long deep pink hardened clitoris. Her
fingers worked frenetically in and out of her own pussy, the electric
shocks of furious excitement filling her as she rolled her
excruciatingly tender clitoris between her fingertips causing her to let
loose a steady stream of wet sticky cunt juices.

“Oh, suck my cunt, you lovable dog,” Cindy cried out, her body shaking
violently. “Now, Oh now. What a beautiful feeling. Lick my cunt with
that big rough tongue. Make me come.”

Bette could see the full rounded cheeks of Cindy’s ass heave upward as
she pressed her cunt forward. At the same time, Cindy reached down and
with her fingertips, pulled back the soft, pink puffy lips of her cunt.

Bette stared intently as the pink glistening shiny wet interior of the
other girl’s pussy was exposed to her gaze. That pulsing quivering
snatch was dripping a continual flow of thin slippery fluids that ran
down between the cheeks of her ass and at which Sultan lapped furiously.

Suddenly Cindy sat up. Putting her hand on Sultan’s head, she pushed
him back gently from her. Wondering about what was going to happen,
Bette felt her heart beat savagely when she saw Cindy sink to her knees
beside the dog, reach up underneath his belly and begin to rub her hand
back and forth lightly across the hairy cock.

Gasping, she stared at that bright red prick as it began to emerge from
its protective covering. It kept growing and growing, longer and longer
until every bit of its seven inches was exposed.

Bette’s cunt contract fiercely as she came. Her body shook and trembled
as the hot excitement of actually seeing a dog’s prick only inches from
her. It was not as thick as her husband’s cock nor of Greg but it was a
powerful cock nonetheless. The head was sharply pointed and drops of
thick, greyish white fluids leaked from that oddly shaped knob.

Her cunt aflame with a sensation she had never known before, she stared
fixedly at that red, slippery, seven inches of steel hard dog cock. Her
body was ripped asunder with a shattering sexuality exceeding anything
she had ever felt before.

The dog standing on all fours now whined as Cindy’s hand, wet and
slippery from the dog’s liquids, slid back and forth along his cock.
His rump started to move slowly with almost lazy back and forth motions,
his back arching slightly as Cindy’s hand got him more and more excited.

“He just loves to have his cock rubbed,” Cindy told Bette. “Just like
a man, aren’t you Sultan? You like to have your prick played with,
don’t you, you darling.”

The dog whimpered almost as if he understood. His long broad tongue
lolled from the corner of his mouth as his cock was being felt and
caressed. Cindy, with a final caress, knelt in front of the animal,
then leaned forward on her hands.

Bette’s pussy was a whirling torrent of tremendous excitement as she
heard Cindy exhort the dog to fuck her,

“Fuck me Sultan. Fuck me. Get on me and fuck me with that big hard
cock of yours. Up Sultan. Up and fuck me. FUCK ME!

The dog licked at her ass and cunt, then with a deep growl, mounted
Cindy’s trembling body from behind.

Bette couldn’t repress the moan that broke from her, her finger diving
down to her snatch, sliding back and forth in that sopping wet slit as
the dog gripped Cindy’s slim waist with his front paws. Sliding closer,
Bette looked at that long bright red wet cock as it banged against
Cindy’s cunt and ass.

“Put it in me Bette,” Cindy cried, spreading her knees further apart.
“Hurry. Put his prick in my cunt. Oh Please. Put it in me. Not in my
ass though. Make sure his cock goes in my pussy.”

Bette gripped that iron hard dog cock in her hand. A violent seizure of
shaking spasms gripped her when she felt that hot cock in her hand. The
feeling of its slippery pulsing length in her hand made her experience
another shattering orgasm.

“Bette, please. Put it in me. Oh please, please put his cock in my
cunt before I go mad. Put it in so he can fuck me.”

Cindy’s wild, anguished cries penetrated the lust filled haze that
surrounded Bette’s consciousness. Her hand trembled wildly as she
lifted that rigid red rod to the gaping, yawning slippery opening of
Cindy’s twat. Her breath burned in her throat when she saw that thick
spike driven all the way in with one long savage thrust. She gasped as
she watched it sink deep and all the way in until Sultan’s balls banged
up against Cindy’s ass.

Her hand worked furiously in and out of her own dripping slit as her
gaze remained fastened on that prick sliding in and out of Cindy’s cunt
at an incredible pace. The wet sucking sounds as the dog withdrew only
to drive every last bit of his cock back into Cindy, had Bette sobbing
as a raw primitive passion claimed her.

She came, inundating her hand with sticky, slippery come juice but her
eyes never left that red come flecked prick as it fucked Cindy with the
relentless action of a runaway piston. She could see the dog’s cock
begin to form that wide, oval roundish knot just below the center of his
prick, stretching Cindy’s cunt lips even more each time it went driving
into her.

The dog fucked steadily, his rump thrusting back and forth unceasingly.
Cindy kept pushing her hips back, rolling and twisting them as harsh,
inarticulate sounds of pleasure poured from her.

“Oh you fucking Sultan. Make Mommy happy. Fuck me. Oh fuck me. Come
Sultan. Come in Mommy. Oh. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

Cindy’s voice rose to a shrill scream as Sultan pounded at her cunt with
those incredibly fast strokes. Bette, driven by a fierce compulsion,
reached up under Cindy’s cunt to feel and touch the dog’s pistoning
prick. Her head swam when she felt that rigid shaft pulse and throb as
it moved between Cindy’s come covered cunt lips. She could feel that
big bulging knot on his cock. It was huge. Almost two and a half
inches around and as hard as a rock. She could see it push Cindy’s cunt
mouth in as he drove that thick swollen rod in and pull the soft
slippery folds out as it came back.

Bette was frantic with lust now. The sight of that long thick prick
going in and out, back and forth with a fast, hard, steady tempo had her
caught up in a whirling vortex of blind unreasoning passion. She just
had to be fucked by this animal. She had to have this fantastic cock in
her cunt, making her thrill the way Cindy was being satisfied right now.

She could see Cindy’s body shake and jerk as she passed from one orgasm
to another in rapid succession, her face distorted in a mask of carnal
lust as her expression reflected the intensely strong effects of her
physical sensations.

Sultan’s strokes changed subtly. He gave a long deep plunge, held his
cock in her, then pulled back and with one long, deeply penetrating,
savage thrust, buried his prick in Cindy’s cunt, holding her tightly to
him with his front legs. Bette could swear that he was actually pulling
Cindy’s cunt back even further along his cock. His black, sleek haired
body shook for a moment or two then he backed off of her, his cock
pulling out with a loud, wet sucking sound.

When his prick came out, Bette was dumbfounded to see that it was still
as hard as when he started fucking, the knot having disappeared. Sultan
sat on his haunches, twisted around and began to lick at that white come
covered prick as it slowly receded back into that hairy sheath again.

“Oh, that was so wonderful,” she heard Cindy gasp as she rolled over on
her back, her legs falling apart. As they did, Bette could see the
greyish white come juices oozing out of her roughened, reddened cunt
lips. Bette could see that the insides of Cindy’s thighs were red from
contact with the dog’s hairy body.

“Being fucked by a dog is like nothing else in the world,” Cindy said
slowly as she sat up. “He doesn’t come like a man. It takes him longer
and how I do love that. I love to feel his cock fucking me and that
thick hard prick makes me feel things that even Greg cannot and Greg is
no piker in the cock department. When that thick knob rubs against my
cunt and clit, Bette it is wild.”

“Cindy, please. I’m so hot. I want to be fucked and sucked by Sultan
so much that I can taste it. Please. Let him fuck me. Now, before I
go mad.”

“We’ll have to give him a few minutes to recover,” Cindy said, a
strange look on her face as she looked intently at Bette. “If we rush
him it won’t be as good for you and he may not even want to do anything
at all.”

“But Cindy. I’m burning up.”

“You are? Let me take care of that for you now. By that time, Sultan
will be ready for another fuck.”

“What do you mean. Take care of it for me. You mean …”

“Yes, Bette. Let me suck your lovely pussy. Let me eat your cunt and
make you come. That way you won’t go off so fast when Sultan gets in
you and fucks you.”

Before Bette could open her mouth in protest, Cindy was kneeling between
her thighs, her tongue darting out to lick the drips of Bette’s come on
her thighs. Taking Bette’s legs, she lifted them over her shoulders.
Her hands slid up under Bette’s ass, forming a tight, erotic cradle.

Breathing hard, with quickened breath, Bette eased her juicy twat closer
to Cindy’s lips and tongue. Her pussy lips parted like the petals of a
flower at the light, caressing touch of the tip of Cindy’s tongue. The
muscles in her thighs and stomach tightened and jerked when she felt
Cindy’s tongue slide along the perimeter of her snatch, licking gently
at the soft, puffy folds. A gasping cry of lustful excitement broke
from her as Cindy’s finger began to caress her asshole, then gently
slide inside that narrow opening.

Her body heaved and arched as terrific thrills assaulted her at the feel
of Cindy’s long finger driving all the way in her ass then begin to move
back and forth erotically. At the same moment Cindy jammed her open
mouth against her cunt, her tongue licking rapidly, moving in and out
with short, rapid thrusts.

Bette was really hot now. Her body humming and brimming over with
carnal delight as she felt Cindy’s soft full lips fasten on her
clitoris, her tongue rubbing back and forth across it. So intense were
Bette’s feelings that it wasn’t long before she came with a fury that
left her shaken and breathless.

However, her desire to be tongued and fucked by Sultan remained
unabated, her desires, despite having just come, unslaked. That had
been only a temporary relief but her cunt ached to feel that ecstasy of
Sultan’s dog cock fucking her.

She lay back, her eyes glazed with raw passion, her cunt throbbing
fitfully. She needed to be fucked now. She had to be fucked now.
Looking over, she saw Sultan sitting there, just staring at the two of
them,

“Please Cindy,” Bette begged her neighbor. “Let him fuck me now. I
just cannot wait any longer. I’ll die unless I can feel his big cock in
me.”

Bette writhed frantically as Cindy knelt beside her big, black Doberman,
her hand reaching under his belly to stroke his prick. The dog
whimpered and whined, his rump heaving as Cindy’s hand slid gently back
and forth along that furry covered cock.

Her heart leaped to her throat when she saw Cindy stand up and lead the
dog over to her. Her teeth bit into her lower lip and she trembled
wildly with fierce anticipation. Now. It was going to happen to her
now. She was going to have her pussy tongued and eaten by a dog, by
this beautiful animal. Her body arched as the dog moved in between her
wide spread legs.

“Suck. Suck her cunt, Sultan,” she heard Cindy command the dog.
“Suck. Lick Bette’s cunt. Eat her. Eat her cunt. Lick Sultan. Suck.
Suck cunt.”

Unbelievable sensations radiated through Bette and a hoarse muffled
scream broke from her when she felt that long rough tongue begin to lap
at her pussy. Thrill after thrill shook her as the long rough tongue
shook her with repeated spasms of the most intense pleasure. Her body
rolled and arched spastically as the dog lapped furiously around her
cunt, then began to lick up and down the full length of her trembling,
palpitating cunt.

She had never felt such delight before. The animal’s tongue was long
and rough, the friction as it rubbed against the tender, nerve filled
lips of her twat had her almost screaming with the greatest erotic bliss
she had ever known. So intense were the feelings, that she thought she
was going to faint.

Reaching down, she pried the swollen lips of her cunt apart as she had
seen Cindy do. Her body was wracked by fiercesome shocks as the dog’s
long rough tongue took advantage of the opening and drove his tongue far
up into the innermost depths of her pussy.

Never had there been anything so wonderful, so meaningful in all her
life. Even the tip of the dog’s nose rubbing against her outer cunt
lips filled her with shocks of rapturous delight. Her body shook with
nerve jarring spasms as his sandpaper tongue virtually reached up into
her womb, then moved in and out, up and down, back and forth at a
furious pace that never slackened, never slowed but just went on and on,
driving her wild with tremendously exciting sensations.

Again, Bette felt those spasmodically clutching actions of her cunt,
felt the nerve endings burn as every muscle in her body seemed to
stiffen. A hoarse cry that melted into a gurgling scream filled the
room as she reached another orgasm, this one far more satisfying, more
violent than any she had ever felt. Her body bowed and arched, twisting
and squirming uncontrollably as she poured her hot nectar into the dog’s
mouth who never ceased that incredibly fast, thrilling action.

Finally, she felt the dog being moved away from between her legs.
Opening her eyes, she smiled weakly at the concerned Cindy.

“Oooohhh, was that ever good. So fucking good but I still want to feel
his cock fucking me Cindy. Please make him fuck me. Now. While I am
so hot for it. I want him to fuck me so badly.”

“All right. You’ll get fucked now,” Cindy moaned, obviously excited
herself by this erotic happening. “Get down on your hands and knees and
spread your legs pretty wide. Don’t move until you feel his cock in
your cunt. No matter what else you feel or what you feel like doing,
don’t until he is in you.”

Bette’s head swam as she slid off the bed to kneel on the heavily
carpeted floor. Her heart was beating as if trying to burst its way out
of her chest and her entire body was tense and hot for what she had been
wanting ever since she saw Cindy and Sultan.

Looking back under her body, Bette sucked in her breath when she saw
Sultan’s thick, long, shiny red prick. It was as hard as it had been
before and seemed now to be even longer and thicker. She could see the
dog knot bulging down it as his prick throbbed and jerked, drops of
greyish white fluid trembling on the tip.

“You’re going to love being fucked by Sultan,” she heard Cindy whisper.
“He’s really ready and his cock is oh so hard for you. He’s excited too
Bette about fucking your hot twat.”

“Put it in me,” Bette sobbed. “I don’t care if he rips me apart with
his cock just as long as I can feel him in me, feel that beautiful cock
fucking me.”

Bette tensed when she felt the dog mount her from behind. His front
paws and legs almost were like a man’s as they tightened around her
waist. The feel of his hairy body rubbing against her back and ass,
rubbing against the tender smooth flesh of her thighs felt like a
million sharp little pin pricks. She could hear his hurried breathing
and low whining sounds as Cindy positioned him over Bette.

“Fuck her Sultan. Fuck Bette.” Cindy’s strained voice commanded the
dog and Bette tightened all over. “Relax Bette. If you don’t relax it
won’t go in the way it should and it could hurt you. There. That’s
better. Now Sultan. Fuck her. Fuck her good, Baby. Fuck her juicy
cunt. FUCK HER.”

Bending further forward to make it easier for him to get his prick in
her throbbing cunt, Bette waited to feel that big long beautiful red
prick slide into her. Suddenly she felt the tip of his cock slide
between her cunt lips, then all of it, including that thick oval now was
driven to the hilt in her pussy.

The feeling of that thick slippery oh so hard prick driving deep into
her lubricated pussy reaching far up into her, brought Bette to another
and more violent orgasm.

The tenseness left her sex tortured body as the dog began to fuck her
with those incredibly fast and deep strokes. The feeling of his steel
hard prick driving further up into her cunt than any man had ever gone
was the most exciting she had ever felt. That rounded cock knot spread
her cunt wider and she used her muscles to clamp around it, thrilling to
the tremendous size of Sultan’s cock as he continued to fuck her at that
same furious pace, the in and out thrusts more and more thrilling.

The cock knot seemed to grow even bigger as the dog’s legs tightened
even more around her middle. It felt to her as if he were pulling her
down so he could jam greater lengths of his prick up into her snatch.

Wild and almost out of her mind with the most powerful pleasure she had
ever imagined. Bette tried to match the dog’s staccato thrust by
shoving her ass and cunt back against him, twisting and grinding her
hips but she could not match or keep up with the dog’s rapid in and out
thrusts.

Tears of the most intense ecstasy streamed down Bette’s face as thrill
after thrill wracked her shaking body. She was being fucked as she had
never been fucked before. And by an animal, a dog. A big, black, sleek
haired, whining dog with a better than human cock. It was fantastically
exciting and unbelievable as the dog’s long, hot spike impaled her
soaking wet snatch, his cock driving in and out like a piston.

Fucking was the greatest thing in the world she thought as her cunt
tightened around that pile-driving cock, especially with a dog like this
who could and did fuck for so long and at the same rapid thrilling
tempo.

“Fuck me Sultan. Fuck me good. Fuck my hot, juicy cunt that just loves
your cock so much,” Bette screamed, completely lost in wanton abandoned
sexual aberration. “Oh, you beautiful fucking dog. What a beautiful
cock. It is so big and hard. Oh fuck me. Don’t ever stop fucking me,
keep that lovely dog cock in my cunt.”

“Fuck her Sultan, Oh, you black bastard, fuck Bette hard and fast. Fuck
her good. Come in her juicy twat. Come. Come. Fuck her and come.”

Unbelievably the dog’s frantic in and out motions came in even greater
speed. Bette was wallowing in a world that existed only between her
legs and deep inside her cunt.

A new sensation pervaded her when she felt a hot thick fluid BEING
EJECTED INTO HER CONVULSIVELY squeezing snatch and she realized that
Sultan had or was coming in her.

The thought that a dog or beast, an animal was shooting his hot load
into her pussy drove Bette to a lustful delirious frenzy. Her pussy
exploded, sending wave after wave of the most excruciating ecstasy she
had ever known through her body.

Sounds she could hardly recognize as her own poured from her as she
walked in the path of indescribable rapture, her body soaring with the
thrills of a shattering orgasm that had been brought on by the dog
fucking her. She passed quickly from one thrilling, delightful orgasm
to another as the dog’s cock moved more slowly within her soaked pussy.
The bliss and sheer ecstasy was so great, the thrills so intense that
Bette almost fainted from the unimaginable feelings.

Bette was only faintly aware of the dog’s knot slowly shrinking, of his
slow withdrawal until her cunt felt empty as he pulled all the way out.
With a long, quivering moan, Bette collapsed on the floor, completely
fucked out for the first time in her life.

She was only dimly aware of Cindy washing her pussy off then her thighs
and ass with a cool, damp cloth. It was with an effort that she rose to
her feet and when she did, she felt a warm flood leak from her cunt down
along the inside of her thighs. She tottered over to the bed and sank
down on it, smiling weakly at the anxiously looking Cindy.

“Oh God, Cindy. What a fuck. What a beautiful amazing fuck. I just
can’t believe anyone, man or animal, could ever produce such fantastic
feelings. Being fucked like that is out of this world.”

“I take it you liked it then,” Cindy smiled, sitting beside Bette.
“How do you feel?”

“Mmmmmm. Completely fucked out but adorably so. If I had known it was
anything like this, I would have gotten a dog long ago. It was
absolutely incredible.”

“Do you think you will get a dog of your own?”

“Yes and I don’t think Don would object, considering the way he reacted
when we saw that show.”

“Greg did a bit at first but when he found it didn’t cut out his own
fucking, he was all for it. How does your cunt feel?”

“Hot, burning and wonderful,” Bette smiled. “Wouldn’t it be really
wild if a man with a cock like Greg’s could ever fuck like a dog?”

“Yes, but they come so fast. Bette, if you are really interested in
pursuing dog fucking further, I can give you the names of some people I
have contacted who are also dog lovers. Most of them have stud dogs and
can vouch for their ability.”

“You mean that there are others?”

“Honey, you’d be surprised at the number of women who go for dog
fucking, married and otherwise.”

Before Bette left, Cindy gave her the names and addresses of a half
dozen couples and a couple of singles with dogs, also the address of a
kennel.

Home and in the shower, Bette knew she was going to get a dog. She just
had to have her own stud dog. She knew that Don would not really
object. Like herself, Don was a sex nut and always looking for new
kicks and ways of enjoying sex. This would certainly appeal to him and
his erotic tastes.

Drying herself off, Bette wondered as to the kind of dog she would get.
Sultan, a Doberman, had been undeniably good but Bette could not drive
out of her mind the picture of that German Shepherd in the show who had
fucked the girl. When she had dressed, she sat down and wrote to the
people whose names Cindy had given her. With that out of the way, she
went downstairs to prepare dinner.

That night, Don asked her how her day had gone and she said very well,
then told him she would like to have a dog.

“It’s a good idea,” Don said. “In a neighborhood like this, there’s no
telling what might happen. With a dog you’d have protection.”

Bette smiled as she slid over closer to Don. “I mean a stud dog
darling, a sex dog. One like the one we saw at that show with Cindy and
Greg.”

Her heart almost stopped when he looked sternly at her, then his
expression slowly softened and Bette could see the interest build in his
eyes as the bizarre idea began to appeal to him.

“You mean you’d like to have a dog to fuck you?”

“Fuck me and suck me,” Bette whispered, her hand reaching down to close
around his cock.

“Why Don, you have a hard on. Tell me, is it the thought of my being
sucked and screwed by the dog that is exciting you?”

“Yes it is. Do you think you could take it? That dog was really hung
and he fucked like a jackrabbit for a long time.”

Bette hesitated for a moment, then said softly. “I have already tried
it.”

“You what?”

“Darling, you must promise not to say a word about this to anyone but
you know Cindy and Greg’s Doberman, Sultan?”

“Sure I do, but what …” Don’s eyes opened wide with shocked surprise.
“You mean Cindy and Sultan …”

“Yes dear. Sultan fucks Cindy. I was over there today and he fucked me
too.”

Bette knew that Don was hooked. She could tell by the look of sexual
excitement in his eyes and the expression on his face.

“Tell me about it, everything about it. Don’t leave out a thing, Honey.
I want to know it all.”

Bette told him in the most minute detail going back to the first time
she had seen Cindy and Sultan sucking and fucking. While she was
relating her erotic tale, Don quickly stripped. By the time she had
finished, he was as hot as Bette had been earlier. Pushing her over on
her back, he threw himself between her wide spread legs and with one
powerful thrust, buried his prick to the balls in her cunt, then
proceeded to fuck her with a fury he had not shown since their
honeymoon.

So hot was he that his cock remained hard even after he had come and Don
fucked her once more.

Later that night in bed, Bette told him about the couples Cindy had told
her about and also about her writing them. She was amazed to find that
Don had another hard on. This time, she went down on him, taking his
thick hard on in her hot wet mouth, sucking it voraciously. As she did,
Bette wondered what a dog’s cock would taste and feel like in her mouth.

The thought spurred her on to even greater cocksucking endeavors. The
perverted thought of sucking off a dog brought her to still another
orgasm of her own. Finally exhausted after making Don come in her mouth
and she had gotten cleaned up, Bette fell into bed and into Don’s arms
and in a second was asleep.

CHAPTER FOUR

The next afternoon Bette called Cindy. She was desperately eager to get
out to the kennel Cindy had told her about but she did want company.
There was a burning urgency inside Bette now. The fucking she had had
only served to increase her desire to have a stud dog of her own. With
Don having given his permission, as well as a blank check, Bette just
couldn’t wait.

When Cindy didn’t answer, Bette drove out to the kennel herself. She
thought the man looked at her rather oddly when she said she wanted a
large sized dog, a German Shepherd, Doberman or perhaps a Boxer if he
were big enough.

Her insides were churning as the man led her down between the long line
of wired runs. There were dogs of every description and breed as well
as size. None appealed to Bette until she saw him.

He was a majestic looking German Shepherd with lovely black marking on
his back and the rest of him was a golden tan. He had a bright
intelligent looking face and when Bette stopped outside his run, he
looked up at her almost adoringly.

Bette’s breath caught in her throat. The minute she saw him she knew
that this was the dog she wanted. She peeked a look underneath him and
felt weak inside when she saw the size of that thick furry covering of
his prick. There was a warming tingle between her legs as she looked at
that tremendous shaft and big round balls.

“I’ll take him,” she told the man, trying to keep the excitement out of
her voice.

“Kaiser? He’s a beautiful dog, isn’t he? Well trained too. You made a
good choice Lady. Big as he is, Kaiser is as gentle as a baby.”

Bette thought she detected a bit of a leer in the man’s voice but she
didn’t give a damn. She just wanted the dog.

Hot tremors shook her as the man got a leash, went into the run and
brought out the dog. When he stood beside Bette, his head came almost
to her hip.

Reaching out a trembling hand, she stroked his head. Her cunt
contracted violently at the feel of his soft, silky hair and the
rippling spasms made her feel as if she were about to come. If it was
like this with her just touching him, what would it be like when he ate
her cunt.

“Looks like he really likes you, Lady.”

Bette’s heart was pounding and there was a huge knot in her stomach and
a trickle of warm juices ran down her thighs. She could feel her tits
swell, the nipples hardening and she hoped that they were not too
apparent.

Quickly she wrote out the check and gave it to the man.

“He’ll ride easily in your car, Lady. He’s used to traveling by car.
Well, I sure wish you luck.”

Again Bette felt that almost obscene leer on the man’s face but so eager
was she to get Kaiser home, she didn’t pay any attention to him. Her
stomach and cunt ached from the tenseness that gripped her and her
breathing was hard and hurried.

In the car, Kaiser sat in the back seat, looking at her, then out the
window. Once, looking back at him, Bette saw that brilliant red tip of
his cock sticking out of the hairy covering. The sight of just that red
tip caused Bette to moan with lustful desire and she wanted so
desperately to feel all of that seemingly huge prick buried in her twat
as Sultan’s had been.

“Just wait Kaiser,” she said softly to the dog who turned to look at
her. “You and I are going to have such wonderful times together. I’ll
take good care of you. See that you have a nice warm dry place to eat
and sleep and you, you beautiful dog, will make me oh, so happy, when
you learn how to use that lovely tongue of yours on my hot cunt and make
me just come and come and come. Oh, how good it will be.”

The dog, almost as if understanding her, whined softly and leaning
forward, licked lightly at Bette’s neck. Bette, her body tormented by
intoxicating desire, felt the dog’s tongue on her flesh and trembled
involuntarily. She felt his warm moist breath on her neck causing the
muscles of her pussy to twitch as the juices really flowed. She could
hear Kaiser sniff and realized he was smelling the hot aroma that rose
from between her legs.

“Just wait, Just wait, Kaiser,” she whispered. “Soon you’ll be lapping
at that hot pussy with that nice gigantic tongue of yours making me
come. Oh Kaiser, I get so hot just thinking about feeling you eat my
cunt.”

The urge was great to stop somewhere and relieve this overpowering
desire, to make herself come so she could not feel this hot burning ache
in the pit of her stomach and in her palpitating pussy. However, not
being too sure yet of the dog’s reaction, she decided to wait until she
got home. Then, one way or another, she would relieve this itch in her
box.

When they did arrive home, Bette led the obediently following Kaiser
into the house. Inside, she took him through the house showing him
every room. When the tour was over, Bette took the leash off of him,
letting him wander around on his own.

Watching his sleek muscular body, the thick muscles rippling under his
gorgeous slick haired coat, Bette felt weak with lust. Unable to resist
the temptation, Bette removed her panties. Leaning back against the
sink, she put her hand over her cunt.

A low, wailing moan rose from her as her fingers touched her soaking wet
twat. Her breath came in short, hard explosive gasps as she worked
first one, then two fingers in and out of her pussy. Faster and faster
her fingers laved her snatch with erotic caresses, her fingers reaching
up deep inside her.

Her orgasm burst on her like the explosion of a bomb. A deep muted cry
filled the room as the powerful convulsive fury of her pent-up emotions
broke loose inside her. Her body jerked and squirmed as spasm after
spasm shook her violently, sobbing cries of temporary gratification
coming from her.

Looking up, she saw Kaiser looking at her with almost a look of concern
on his face.

“Don’t worry Kaiser. Momma is just relieving herself. And for the last
time, I hope, now that you are here. From now on, it will be that
lovely tongue and cock of yours that will take care of all things like
this for me.”

Feeling the need for a shower, Bette set out some food for the dog, then
went upstairs. She was more than pleased with the way the dog seemed to
accept his new home. He had taken to it very, very well, especially
after his tour of exploration.

In the bathroom, Bette stripped. As she basked under the stinging spray
of the shower, against her tortured cunt and hard tender nipples, she
wondered again, how Kaiser would react when he was introduced to her
pussy. The thoughts set off a new wave of passion in her and her cunt
pulsated with the desire to be fucked. She regretted the promise that
she had made Don not to do anything with the dog until he was there to
supervise it, just in case something happened.

Her fingers slid down to her wet juicy slit again, rubbing gently across
the plum soft pink lips.

“Oh Don, why aren’t you here with that great big hard on of yours so you
could fuck me and make me feel better. I need a prick so much. My
cunt’s on fire.”

Her body writhed and twisted as the thrills coursed through her from the
actions of her fingers on her slit and clitoris, her fingerfucking
bringing her new thrills.

Shaking herself, Bette brought her come covered fingers out of her twat,
finished her shower and stepped out onto the soft, carpeted floor.
Taking a large towel, she started to dry herself off. Looking up, she
stared at her naked reflection.

She did have a lovely body she thought, noticing the curve of her ass
and hips, the swelling of her tits and the length of her legs. She
could see the pink lips of her cunt, the cunt that just loved to be
fucked and sucked and eaten.

After drying herself, Bette took a powder puff and dusted her body. Her
eyes closed with voluptuousness at the touch of the soft, fluffy puff
against her naked flesh, on the points of her tender nipples and against
the lips of her pussy.

Her back was toward the partially opened door and she didn’t see Kaiser
come into the room. It wasn’t until she felt his damp, cold nose
against her ass that she realized he was there. Uttering a startled
cry, she whirled around.

The dog, his eyes bright with almost admiration of Bette’s luscious,
bare-assed body, looked up at her. His tail was wagging slowly from
side to side as he stood there. Bette felt a surge of primordial lust
sweep over her. Letting him tongue her cunt wouldn’t be breaking her
word to Don to wait until he came home. It was different letting him
eat her cunt than letting him fuck her.

Putting her hand on his head, Bette moved closer, her legs spreading
wider. She bit her lip when the dog rubbed his damp muzzle against the
hot smooth flesh of her thigh. Unable to move, Bette spread her legs
even wider, her blood hot and heavy as it pulsed rapidly in her body.
The rhythmic throbbing of her cunt increased as the dog’s nose rubbed up
along the inner flesh of her thigh. The muscles tensed and quivered as
he neared her cunt.

Fascinated, she watched his head move between her legs. She waited with
breathless anticipation for the feel of his long broad rough tongue on
her slit. When it didn’t come, she opened her eyes.

The dog, whining plaintively, moved back from her and sat down, his
bright eyes staring up at Bette’s hairy cunt. A fit of trembling seized
Bette when once again she saw the pointed head of his bright red cock
sticking out of the hairy sheath.

Sinking to her knees, Bette sat back on her haunches, slowing parting
her legs until the pink, plum soft folds of her cunt were revealed.
Remembering what Cindy had said about animals obeying specific commands,
Bette called to the dog.

“Come here, Kaiser. Come to me,” she whispered softly. “Come over
here to Momma.”

The dog rose and moved toward her. Bette sighed heavily when she felt
him sniff, then suddenly lap at her sensitive tits. A cry of wanton
rapture filled the room as unimaginable thrills and sensations washed
over her at the feel of that thick rough tongue on her tits.

Leaning back on her hands, Bette spread her knees even further apart.
Calling Kaiser to move closer, she raised her hips so that her pussy was
at the same height as the dog’s nose. The dog pulled back momentarily,
then his head bent forward and down. Bette’s breath caught in her
throat when she heard and felt the dog sniff at her now juice dripping
snatch. Holding her breath, Bette thrust her cunt up higher.

An indescribable rapture filled her when she felt his nose rub against
her cunt hair, then move down to her cunt itself. Cindy’s advice came
back to her and in a thick, choking voice, said:

“Lick it Kaiser. Suck my cunt. Oh please. Use your big tongue on my
pussy. Lick it. Eat me. Right now. Eat my cunt. Suck Kaiser, suck.
Now.”

A rough, garbled moan of exquisite ecstasy rose from Bette when she felt
the dog’s long reddish pink, sandpaper rough tongue lick along the mouth
of her cunt, the tip of it just sliding up and down along the inside of
her spasmodically contracting pussy.

A wave of intense lust swept over her. Never in her entire sex life had
she ever experienced such thrilling sensations as she was feeling now as
the dog’s lapping tongue probed and lapped furiously at her juicy twat.

“Suck my cunt, Kaiser. Eat it. Lick it. Tongue it. Suck my hot
cunt.” Bette cried excitedly as the dog’s tongue stabbed into her cunt.
She could feel his broad rough tongue sliding deeper than any tongue had
ever penetrated her before, to the very core, the innermost depth of her
snatch.

Her body twitched, her thigh and pussy muscles working compulsively as
the dog continued to lap at that pulsing red mouth cunt. The thrills
that racked her were fantastic, even greater than when she had let
Cindy’s dog lap at her twat. Her hips undulated almost uncontrollably,
her pussy lifting to make it easier for the dog to lick.

Feeling her arms tremble from the strain she was placing on them, Bette
felt as if she were going to fall. Not wanting to startle the madly
lapping, licking dog, she inched her way back to the john. If only she
could get up and sit on that, it would be so much better.

The feelings of sexual excitement and arousement mounted as that rapid
raspy long tongue continued to lick at her cunt. Reaching her john, she
slowly hoisted herself up until she was sitting on the john seat, her
cunt, the juices dripping from between the puffy mouth, was right on the
edge of the seat. Stretching her legs out wide, she opened them as wide
as she could.

Her inner cunt quivered with a delicious feeling. She had never been so
aware of her body and the sensations it was able to experience nor had
she ever been as cognizant of her tremendous lusts until this moment.
Her spike hardened nipples ached as she looked down at the dog’s sleek,
silky haired head that was between the ivory smooth flesh of her thighs
furnishing a wildly erotic contrast.

Her cunt twitched and ached at the delightful feelings the dog’s tongue
was creating in her as she succumbed completely to the rising tide of
primitive passion that centered in that hot, wet, palpitating cunt.

The unbelievably thrilling sensations of his scratchy tongue on her hot,
wet nerve filled pussy was driving her wild. Her entire body heaved and
burned with a new, more powerful feeling than any she’d ever known
before.

Her hands cupped her swollen, aching tits, her fingers kneading the
smooth hot resilient flesh. Her head fell back, her nostrils flaring at
the sexual excitement this talented animal was giving her.

What a beautiful dog. What a wonderfully intelligent animal.

“Suck Kaiser. Oh, suck my hot cunt,” she sobbed, her hips bucking at
the feel of that long tongue exploring the inside of her pussy. She
almost fainted from the surging emotions given impetus by her lustful
desires. Her legs ached from holding them so wide apart for so long but
the dog’s continual cunt lapping more than made up for her sore, and
tiresome discomfort. Her pink, wet and soft cunt lips seemed to open
wider beneath the probing actions of the animal’s tongue. Once again,
Bette recalled what Cindy had said, and reaching down, pulled the saliva
wet lips of her snatch apart, baring the glistening interior of her
slippery orifice to Kaiser.

The dog seemed to lip and lap even more furiously at her inner cunt,
eating her with voracious fury and relish, his tongue scraping as it
rubbed hard across and against her excruciatingly tender clitoris. The
feel of his tongue rubbing against that most sensitive part of her
entire body had her sobbing with the most ecstatic bliss it was possible
to feel. She wanted to come now more than at any other time of her
life, yet she didn’t want this fabulous feeling to stop.

Her cunt swelled and tingled hotly as the harsh wet rough tongue fairly
flew back and forth across that exquisitely tender button, making it
throb and burn furiously. It felt as if every feeling, every sensation,
every last iota of her will to feel was concentrated between her legs,
in her cunt.

Her legs spread wider, twitching and shaking as the dog’s cold, wet nose
was pressed into her cunt, his tongue weaving a pattern of the most
delightful feelings.

Bette began to moan and sob as the feelings intensified. Her hands dug
into her heaving tits, the fingers pinching the thick, erect nipples as
the tumultuous sensations rose from her rapidly pulsing pussy to her ass
and tits, pervading her entire twisting body.

“Ooooohh, Kaiser. Suck. SUCK. SUCK. Suck my cunt. Make me come.
Lick me. Oh, you lovely dog, eat my hot cunt. Make me come with that
big beautiful tongue of yours. SUCK ME!”

Bette wailed and cried savagely as the dog’s tongue reached deep into
her spastically contracting snatch. Every nerve in her body was raw and
on fire as the muscles in it and especially in her cunt, rippled and
flexed with agonizing pleasure. Her body stiffened and tensed under the
stimulus of the dog’s expertly licking tongue, causing her pussy to
clench and spasm, the juices flowing freely.

She felt her cunt galvanized by a furious tumultuous sensation. Her
nails dug into the rubbery flesh of her tits and her body arched,
jamming her cunt against Kaiser’s capable and wonderful tongue. Her
head rolled and tossed as wild, unrecognizable sounds poured from her
straining throat, through her wide open mouth.

Higher and higher her senses soared as that rough tongue flattened
against her raw clitoris. Her cunt swelled and swelled, then burst like
a huge balloon.

She cried out as the dam burst in her pussy, her hot sticky come spewing
out of her with furious spasms and spurts. The fire burned in her cunt
as the force of her coming wracked her body with convulsive spasms as
the powerful sensations rose and rose as the dog continued to lip and
lap at that excruciatingly tender cunt, the wet slurping sounds filling
the room.

Bette, thoroughly depleted and drained dry by the dog’s phenomenal cunt
lapping, sank down on the john seat. The furious pulsing and pounding
in her cunt slowly subsided and she sighed happily.

Reaching down, she gently pushed Kaiser’s head from between her legs.

“Oh Kaiser, what a beautiful tongue you have,” she whispered to the
huge German Shepherd who was now sitting, his long wet tongue licking
his jowls. “My cunt has never felt anything like this before. If you
can lick my cunt that way without any training, being fucked by your big
red prick is going to be absolutely fabulous. Now you go outside and
let me get cleaned up.”

After she had showered and dressed, Bette called Cindy and asked her to
come over.

By the time the pretty blonde had arrived, Bette had a shakerful of
potent martinis all ready. They were halfway through the secret drink
and much chatter when Bette noticed Cindy wriggling around on the couch.

“These damn martinis always make me hornier than hell,” she confessed,
laying her hand on Bette’s thigh. “What do you say we go over to my
place and let Sultan take care of our urges. A good tongue bath and
then a lovely fucking will ease this feeling in my pussy.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” Bette said excitedly, “You just sit here.
I’ll be right back.”

Bette was breathing hard as she hurried to the bathroom where she had
confined Kaiser.

“Oh, you lucky wonderful dog,” she murmured as she rubbed the dog’s
black silky head. “You are going to have two juicy cunts to lap at and
maybe, if you behave yourself, even fuck.”

When she entered the room, leading Kaiser, Bette had to chuckle at the
look of surprised pleasure on Cindy’s face.

“Oh Bette, he’s absolutely beautiful. Beautiful and so big. Where on
earth did you ever find him?”

Kaiser trotted obediently beside his mistress as Bette came over to the
couch. She sat down and proceeded to tell Cindy all about how she had
found him, fell in love with him, bought him and brought him home.

“Does Don know about him?”

“No, but I don’t think he will object once he sees him. Don was all for
the idea after seeing that show and when I had told him about you and
Sultan, he was really hot and excited. I hope you don’t mind my telling
him about you and Sultan. You see, I also told him that Sultan had
fucked me as well.”

“And he wasn’t upset?”

“On the contrary. He fucked me silly he got so hot.”

“Well, at least he knows you have had a dog’s cock in you. Have you
tried anything with Kaiser yet?”

“You mean, have I let him eat my pussy? Oh yes. This morning, right
after I had brought him home. Oh Cindy, what a fabulous tongue he has.
I just came and came and came.”

Bette could see that the blonde was getting hotter and hotter as Bette
told her about Kaiser. Her hips were moving and Bette could hear the
hiss of her nylons as she rubbed her long legs together. Her fingers
were clenching and unclenching, her tongue licking at her bright red
lips, the thick nipples of her heaving tits hard and erect against her
dress.

“Bette, I know how you must want to feel this beautiful animal cock fuck
you, but how does Don feel about that?”

“He said that if I wanted it, it was alright with him so long as it
didn’t cut him off from sex with me. However, he does want me to wait
until the dog and I are fairly well acquainted before trying fucking
with him.”

“I tell you what,” the highly aroused Cindy said, “Greg and I will come
over tonight. You bring your dog into the room and since Don knows I
have been fucked many times by Sultan, he won’t object if I start
playing with him. Then you let Kaiser fuck me. I am sure that once Don
sees the dog screwing me and not showing anything wrong, he will let you
get laid too.”

“Oh Cindy, you darling,” Bette cried enthusiastically. “Every time I
look at that furry sheath and think of the size of the cock in there, I
damn near go wild.”

“You mean you haven’t seen his prick yet?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Well, don’t you think it’s time you did?”

Bette’s heart leaped at the prospect of not just seeing Kaiser’s iron
hard cock but also feeling it. Her cunt began to throb and moistened in
eager erotic anticipation.

“Since he is your dog, Bette, you call him over. Be very gentle with
him. Rub his back then slowly slide your hand down under his belly. Go
ahead. Call him over. I’ll tell you what to do.”

Wetting her suddenly dry lips, Bette called to Kaiser. The dog’s ears
rose and he moved over to stand in front of her, his heavy tail swishing
back and forth. Sliding off the couch, Bette knelt beside him, her hand
slowly stroking his back while she talked very softly to him. Putting
one arm around his neck, she let her other hand slide down under his
belly. The feel of his short, silky hair against her hand had Bette
breathing heavily as her passion began to rise to new heights. Slowly
she moved her hand down further, her breath coming in quick, short gasps
now. There was a knot of highly aroused lust in her stomach and her
cunt was overflowing with warm, slippery juices.

Slowly she brought her hand back toward his cock. A moan escaped her as
her fingers brushed against that rigid shaft covered by the hairy
sheath.

Never had Bette been so hot or excited as now. Her head swam with
dizzying thrills as she gently closed her fingers around that hair
covered prick. Following Cindy’s breathlessly whispered instruction,
she began to move her hand back and forth slowly, her fingers squeezing
the dog’s cock gently.

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