They sat around the living room, drinking and talking. Jean was a sexy little wench and her conversation was spiced with frank talk. She was outspoken about sex and how much she liked to be fucked Greek style.
Bette repressed a smile when she looked down at Don's lap and saw the hard-on he had. Jean's erotic frankness had really turned him on. It had her too, she admitted to herself. Her pussy was more than just a little damp from the conversation as well as the looks Carl gave her, by the way his eyes lingered on her stiff nippled tits and up between her legs more than generously revealed by her mini-skirt. There was a ripe aura of sensuality about him that Bette found more than just stimulating.
"Jean had been after me for a long time about this dog sex business," Carl said, "I guess you could call us hedonists in a way because we do like every aspect of sex. I like swinging with couples or as a threesome with another girl or man. One night this couple showed a movie about a dog and two women. Ever since then Jean has had a hangup about making it with a dog."
"You'd better stop talking about it darling," Jean smiled. "You're getting me hotter and hotter."
"In that case," Don grinned standing up, his hard-on bulging against the front of his pants bringing a gasp from Jean when she saw its size. "We might as well do something about Jean's getting hot pants. Suppose we all strip for openers."
"Mmmm, I like that idea," the sex obsessed brunette agreed and within seconds was stark naked. "Do you like to eat pussy Don? How about my hot box? Would you like to eat it?"
Bette watched breathlessly as Jean undulated over to one of the broad-armed chairs, her ass swaying and swishing sexily from side to side, her cute red nippled tits bouncing and jiggling. Sitting in the chair, she lifted her shapely legs and draped them over the arms of the chair. Her pink lipped cunt opened wide, smooth glistening pink interior of her twat, the muscles contracting spasmodically letting everyone know of her excitement.
"Here, Don," she called out, her voice heavy with lust. "Here is my pussy. Suck it. Oh please. Eat me."
Don dropped to his knees in front of her, pressing his mouth against that hot, slippery twat and began to lick and lap at it. Within seconds the sounds of Don's avid cunt lapping, the wet slurping sounds as he sucked up her constantly flowing juices, filled the room. Jean twisted and writhed on the chair and then gave vent to a piercing yell as she came in Don's mouth.
"Ooohh, you eat pussy good," the hot Jean breathed. "Now how about bringing in your adorable stud dog. I am really ready for him now."
"How about you Bette?" Carl asked coming over to stand in front of her. "Would you like some cock?"
Bette stared hungrily at that red knobbed cock that was quivering only inches from her mouth. Bending forward, she let the tip of her tongue glide across that wet, satiny smooth tip, her lips just encompassing the head, then she removed them.
"Let's wait until Jean is fucked by my exclusive fucker, then when they are in action, I'll take care of your hard-on."
Getting up, Bette went out and brought in Kaiser. Bette felt her cunt tingle as the dog rubbed against her bare thigh. The dog seemed to feel the sexual excitement that permeated the room and he whimpered impatiently and he strained against the leash, his eyes brightening as they swept around the room, his black muzzle wrinkling at the odor of hot cunt juices emanating from both Bette and Jean's pussies.
"Oh, he's a beautiful dog," Jean exclaimed, her eyes darting to his hair covered cock. "And he has such a nice big cock. Oh, I'm going to love him. He's so beautiful."
Bette told her to sit on the couch and open her legs wide. Jean, her face lit up with erotic anticipation, did as Bette told her, her blazing eyes fastened on Kaiser as Bette led him over to her. Pushing the dog between Jean's wide spread legs, Bette commanded the dog to suck her cunt.
"Suck Kaiser. Suck cunt. Eat her pussy Kaiser. Suck her cunt good. Lick her. Suck Kaiser."
The Shepherd moved forward eagerly and Bette held her breath as she saw Kaiser's obvious excitement as he sniffed at Jean's come slippery twat. No matter how many times she saw a dog lick a cunt or fuck a woman, it always had a tremendous effect on her sexual senses.
Right now her cunt was literally leaking juices, her breath coming in quick short gasps as she watched the panting Jean stroke the dog's head. Taking this as encouragement, the dog burrowed his head further up between Jean's come slick thighs, his tongue beginning to stroke along the open pink soft folds of the brunette's cunt. Bette's breathing quickened when she saw that long, rough, red tongue lick along Jean's reddish pink cunt lips with the same rapid slurping, lapping actions that always turned Bette on and brought her to those thunderous climaxes.
They had the same reaction on the sexy Jean. Her body jerked, her hips rising and falling as she thrust her cunt up tighter against the dog's tongue.
"What a beautiful feeling. Oh. Oh. Oh. It's wild. I'm dying. His tongue feels out of this world. I've never had my pussy eaten like this before. It's the greatest."
She slid forward on the couch, then to the floor. Her back arched as she raised her cunt higher. Bette could see the dog's tongue penetrating Jean's cunt and across her large erect clitoris. She knew that Jean was feeling unbelievable thrills and fantastic sensations as her body writhed and trembled from multiple orgasms, one following right after the other, that made the cream flow from her twitching cunt like a river of come.
"Shit," Carl grunted staring at the wild sexual aberration, the fantastic spectacle of his wife's cunt being eaten by a dog. "I've heard about things like this and seen them in stag movies but I never thought I would see a dog sucking my wife's pussy. She loves it too. So does the dog."
"He sure does," Bette breathed. "Whenever he smells cunt juice, he knows just what to do with that educated tongue of his. He loves to eat pussy. But how about you Carl? Don went down on Jean. How about you going down on me. My pussy is on fire. Eat me and suck my cunt."
Bette edged up on the chair until her cunt and ass were right on the tip of the chair, then leaned back, her legs stretched out and spread wide open. Her heart hammered in her chest as she saw Carl kneel between her legs, his head moving toward her pussy. She stiffened, moaning softly at the feel of his tongue licking up and down the outer folds of her twat. The feel of his warm breath and the tip of his tongue on those tender puffy folds had her gasping with pleasure. His thumbs parted the pink lips and then his lips closed around her tender, nerve filled clitoris.
"AAaaaaaagggghhhhh, you bastard, suck my cunt. Beautiful! Beautiful. Eat me. Oh, eat my cunt, you cunt lapping bastard. Make me come with your lips and tongue."
This was the only part of cunt lapping a man was so much better than a dog. A dog couldn't suck and nibble on a clitoris the way a man could. Feeling Carl's tongue gliding over the softness of her inner cunt, the tip of his tongue curling to lick at every part of her cunt, entering that narrow hole in a way that no one had before, had Bette humping and twisting.
Her eyes looked over to where Jean was having her pussy really swamped by Kaiser's frantic cunt lapping. The wild-eyed brunette was being driven out of her mind as her body contorted and twisted, her hips bouncing and swaying as the dog's relentless tongue worked on, in and around her cream filled twat. It was her first time and Bette knew from experience that it was not going to be her last. Not the way she was moaning and groaning about having her pussy eaten by this lovely dog who loved pussy and was making her come again and again.
Twisting around, Jean reached up under Kaiser to touch, then hold his bared cock and balls. She cried out with joyful wanton bliss, quick passionate grunts coming from her as she held Kaiser's bright red prick in her hand, that thick, thick shaft that throbbed and pulsed in her hand.