"Oh, what a fantastic prick," she cried. "It is so hot and thick. Oh, Carl, look at his cock. It's like a steel bar in my hand, it's so hard and so slippery."
Jean was going wild with raw animal passion as her hand rubbed and squeezed that thick shaft. She scooted around to the front of the dog and assumed the normal position for dog fashion fucking. Kaiser sniffed at her pussy and the deep crack of her ass, his cold damp nose pressing between her thighs.
"Fuck her Kaiser," Bette cried. "Fuck. Fuck her. Put your cock in her cunt and fuck her, Kaiser. Fuck! Fuck her!"
The huge and obedient German Shepherd looked around at the panting Bette, then following her commands, mounted Jean from behind, his long, hairy front legs clamping around her slim waist, his rump hunching back and forth as he sought to bury that pointed prick in her juicy cunt.
Jean, feeling that sharply pointed cock jabbing at her cunt, even at her asshole, babbled and sobbed incoherently, moaning with sexual delight when finally Kaiser's cock went into her slit, the slippery stiff rod sliding all the way into her. Once he was in, the dog began to fuck Jean with long, hard, fast back and forth strokes that always sent Bette into orbit when the dog fucked her like that.
"Darling, darling, he's fucking me." Jean sobbed, her lissome body shaking and shuddering with erotic delight. "I've actually got a dog's cock in my cunt. I'm being fucked by a dog and I love it. I love it. He fucks so good, so fast and hard."
Bette was beside herself with aroused lust as she watched and heard that long red slimy prick sliding in and out of Jean's pink lipped snatch. The knot on his cock was swollen and its thickness added considerably to Jean's pleasure.
"Do you let the dog fuck you like that?" Carl asked.
"I love to have his dog cock fuck me. It's really out of this world and I feel tremendous sensations when he's in me."
"How about a man's cock? Do you like to be fucked by them?"
"Carl, if you are asking me if I would like to be fucked by you and your stiff prick, the answer is yes, I'd love to have you fuck me, but please, fuck me dog fashion."
"I don't give a damn how I fuck you just as long as I do."
Bette sucked in her breath when she felt Carl's cock slide into her wet, slippery hot twat. The feeling of his rigid shaft moving in and out of her pussy, the different angle of penetration which forced the top of that thick prick harder against her tender, nerve filled clitoris, had Bette's cunt wild and she came within seconds after he was in her.
Her eyes were fastened on Kaiser's furious and frantic fucking. Bette felt as if it were she who was being fucked and felt almost like a voyeur but she could not tear her eyes away from that incredibly exciting sight of Jean being fucked. There was something so fantastically stimulating about seeing someone else getting fucked or sucked. The way Carl was screwing her, she knew that he too was excited by the sight of his lovely, young wife being fucked by a dog. It was a spectacle of sexual aberration that would have turned anyone on.
The thick rod of Carl's cock driving hard in and out of her clinging, clutching cunt, his balls banging against her ass and upper thighs, his bare belly slapping against her as Carl tried to match the dog's incredible pace set Bette soaring into the outer realms of physical pleasure. It was Jean's erotic ramblings and ravings that set both Bette and Carl off.
"Oh. Oh. His cock feels so big and that knot is so thick and hard. Why can't men have cocks like dogs. Oooohhh. I'm going to come and come. I just love it. I've got to have a dog of my own to fuck me and to eat my pussy."
When Bette raised her eyes after coming, she saw Don stretched out in front of Jean who was sucking him off with rapid bobbing motions of her mouth on his stiff, glistening wet cock. The sight of his thick, creamy skinned, red knobbed prick being swallowed and sucked by the avidly cock sucking Jean, who was even more furiously excited than ever rekindled Bette's desires.
Twisting her head, she looked over her at the goggle eyed Carl, who could not look away from the erotic sight going on only a foot from him.
"Don't take your cock out of me, Carl," she begged, feeling herself getting hotter and hotter as she watched Kaiser fucking the contorting Jean. The sight of Kaiser's long, bright red shiny prick, thick and wet with Jean's come, pulling the blonde's pinkish red cunt lips out each time he pulled back was a beautiful thing to behold in Bette's eyes. It must have affected Carl the same as it did her because his prick grew harder and longer inside her and once again, Bette was royally screwed by an ardent, hard breathing Carl.
Later, Jean was absolutely ecstatic about having been tongued and fucked by the Shepherd.
"I've never felt anything like that before in my life," she said enthusiastically. "Carl, darling, don't be upset. I love your cock and the way you eat my pussy but being fucked by a dog is something else. It is absolutely indescribable and great."
The four of them retired to the bedroom and spent the rest of the night in a wild, sexually satisfying orgy that left all four exhausted and sated.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Encouraged by the overwhelming success of the first two ventures with other dog lovers, Bette decided to answer one of the letters that had been more or less written just for her. The couple had enclosed their phone number in their letter and suggested that Bette give them a call.
Bette found herself oddly excited as she reread their letter. Finally she picked up the phone and dialed their number. Her heart was pounding furiously as she heard the phone ringing then it was picked up and a soft, low female voice said hello.
"Hello, is this Sally Keane? This is Bette Linder. You had written to my husband and myself some time ago."
"Bette Linder. Oh. Oh yes. You wrote about being interested in dogs, didn't you. It is nice to hear from you."
They chatted for a few minutes then Bette said she had been thinking of taking a drive out to see them.
"Alone or with your husband?"
"Alone."
"Good, that will be so much better. Mike isn't here right now but I will call him at the office. I am sure he will come home if he knows you will be coming out here."
"I don't want to be a bother."
"You won't be, don't worry Bette. You have had some experiences with dogs haven't you?"
Bette assured her she had, then they made arrangements for Bette to drive out, then said goodbye. Curiously excited, Bette showered, dressed and was on her way to the Keanes' within a half hour. Twenty minutes later, she pulled up into the Keanes' driveway.
Mike, a handsome, burly man in his late thirties waited for her at the front door. Bette felt a warming tingle when she saw the way his eyes moved over her body, lingering at the thrusting peaks of her tits and again at the center of her body.
"You are even prettier and shaplier than your picture," he grinned, his rich baritone masculine voice sending tingles through Bette. "Come on inside. Sally's waiting for us in there."
Sally was a beautiful red head with a breathtaking figure. In their letter, Mike had mentioned that she had been a former show girl and looking at her now, Bette could easily believe it.
She was wearing a pair of short shorts that left her long, willowy legs exposed from the crotch on down and the bottom curves of her opulent ass were bared by the shortness of the trunks. The light silk jersey blouse she wore clung and outlined the thrust and fullness of her melon shaped tits. It was evident from the way her nipples jutted up under the blouse that she was not wearing a bra.
"Oh what Don wouldn't do to get his hands on her tits," Bette said to herself. "They must be at least forty inches."
Mike mixed them all a drink and the three of them sat down.
"I feel terrible in a way, coming out here like this on such short notice," Bette said trying to quiet the rising excitement she felt when she saw the bulge in Mike's pants.