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.