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.