She gloried in the fantastic feelings that flooded her as the dog fucked her with long, powerful, incredibly fast strokes that drove the head of his cock deep into the innermost recesses of her clinging clasping cunt. It was unlike any other fucking she had ever had. The Dane's prick was fully as thick and as long as Don's but he fucked her at a pace that if it had been Don, he would have come minutes before. Yet the dog just went on and on, the tempo and rhythm of his rapid in and out thrusts never sucking or slowing.
Moaning and sobbing with sheer nerve tingling delight, Bette reveled in the perverse excitement of being fucked by this lovely big Dane. She held her hips and ass motionless as the dog fucked her skillfully and expertly, burying the full length of his phenomenal prick, that incredibly stiff shaft deeper and harder into her at a fantastic speed. The feel of that huge oval knot rubbing against the taut walls of her twat had Bette sobbing with delighted rapture.
Looking up through lust fogged eyes, she saw Sally and Mike staring wide eyed at her being screwed. Sally had Mike's huge erection in her hand, jerking him off with slow steady strokes.
"Look at him go," Sally gasped excitedly. "Look at him fuck her. Oh darling, let me suck your cock or fuck me while we watch Tiger fuck that beautiful cunt."
Sally sank to her knees in front of Mike, turning him sideways so they could both watch their dog screwing Bette. Her mouth opened wide to encompass the thick red swollen knob on the end of Mike's prick. Her hands gripped him by the cheeks of his ass, pulling him closer as her mouth slid back and forth along that thick veined cock.
"How – long – can – he – fuck," Bette gasped.
"He can go on for about twenty or twenty five minutes," Mike grunted, his body jerking as Sally sucked on his prick. "Once he fucked Sally for thirty five minutes."
"I – don't – think – I – can – take – much – more. His cock – is so – big – it's – wearing – out my – cunt."
"Don't worry," Mike gasped, his hands gripping Sally's bobbing head. "I can tell that it won't be long before he finishes."
The dog's prick seemed to grow even thicker and longer, his in and out strokes getting faster and Bette who had already come several times could feel a massive orgasm, a truly great one, building up inside her stretched pussy.
With a growling, whining sound, the Great Dane buried his immense prick to the very end in her cunt. A broken wailing cry came from Bette when her own orgasm met and matched the fury of the dog's. Her body was wracked by fearsome spasms as the savage contractions of her cunt sent the most agonizing thrills through her.
She could feel the hot stream of the Great Dane's come shooting into her tightly clamped cunt, his huge thick cock throbbing mightily each time he sent another spurt of dog come into her. When he withdrew slowly and carefully, Bette fell forward on the floor, almost unconscious but thoroughly satiated by the tremendous fucking she had just received from the dog.
Hearing wet slurping sounds of Sally actively sucking Mike off caused Bette to look around just as Mike stiffened and a string of lustful obscenities poured from him as he came. Just as he did, Sally pulled her mouth off his pulsating shaft and leaned back so that his thick white come splattered all over her heaving stiff red nippled tits.
Transfixed, Bette gaped wide-eyed as the excitedly moving Sally hand smeared Mike's come all over her tits, her hands spreading the thick cream all over those swollen mounds and especially around the thick erect nipples. A low sobbing scream rose from Sally's throat and her body shook as she experienced another shattering coming.
Later, when they had all recovered, Mike suggested a drink for them all.
"I second that," the wanton Sally smiled as she rubbed Mike's come off her tits with a towel. "Did you enjoy getting fucked by Tiger, Bette? Isn't he simply the greatest thing in the world? Was it really good for you?"
"It was out of this world," Bette replied fervently. "I've never been so beautifully fucked before."
"Then let's drink to fucking and sucking," Sally proposed. "To the beautiful dog who sucks and fucks cunts so well and to Mike's cock that tastes so good."
Bette swallowed her drink thirstily. The entire bit of having had Tiger lick her cunt, of Sally eating her pussy, and vice versa plus the unbelievable fucking she had just gotten, had exhausted her. Finishing her drink, she dressed and got ready to leave. She promised to return one day soon, then drove off.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bette and Don continued to receive letters from other couples and single women who had found dogs and other animals to be sexually exciting and satisfying. They were amazed by the number of people who engaged in bestiality in one form or another.
There was one letter that interested both of them very much. It was from a middle aged couple who had a small farm about seventy miles from the city. She, Marcia, said she was simply crazy about animals and that Jack, her husband, had also engaged in acts of bestiality with some of the animals on their farm.
Their letter, though explicit and frank, had not been at all offensive and the pictures they had enclosed showed them to be a nice looking average couple. After reading the letter and looking at the photograph, Bette and Don decided to accept their invitation to spend a weekend. Don called them and the Wilsons were delighted to hear from them and told them they would be looking forward to their visit.
"Your wife isn't prudish in any way is she?" Jack asked.
"No. Why?"
"Well, some people say they like animals but when it comes to doing the things they talk about, it is a different story."
"You don't have to worry about Bette, she goes the whole route and has with several dogs."
"That's good. Then we will be looking forward to seeing you on Saturday. I can promise you thrills such as you have never known before." Marcia said to Bette. "And I don't think your husband will suffer from lack of attention either."
There was just enough erotic conversation to stimulate both Don and Bette so they accepted the invitation.
They were pleased when they drove up to the Wilsons' small but well-kept farm. They were even more pleased when Marcia Wilson came out to meet them. She was a real pretty woman of about thirty five but her figure left nothing to be desired. The shorts she was wearing were extremely brief and the skimpy halter revealed a little better than average tits.
"Hi," she said to them, kissing each of them, her tongue darting into Don's mouth when she kissed him. "Jack's inside mixing up a batch of his favorite concoction. Now there is a sexy word for you."
Jack wasn't a bad looking man with a powerfully built body and his smile made both Bette and Don feel at home as did both Marcia's and his attitude. He handed each of them a drink and the four of them sat down in the comfortably furnished living room.
"There's no doubt, about all of us having the same interest, is there? I mean sexual relations with animals. I know some people we have met and had up here had a feeling of shame as if what they wanted to do was a dirty perversion. They got guilt feelings about making it with an animal."
"That's not true of us and especially Bette," Don replied. "I know that I can speak for her in saying that we are not kids about something like this so called abnormality. Bette likes it, loves to be screwed or eaten by our dog and frankly, I know that I find it tremendously exciting. He has licked me and made me come too."
"Good. I'm so glad to hear that," Marcia smiled. "Would you like to visit our barn? We have two dogs out there, a very well trained Dalmatian who is really hung and a Doberman who goes on and on and on forever. But, if you are willing to try something else Bette beside a dog, as I have, we have a real treat for you."
Bette felt herself getting terrifically excited as they walked out to the barn. Jack told her how they had bought the place, fixed it all up and loved it. Then they read an ad about pet lovers, answered it and the next thing they knew they found themselves caught up in bestiality. Looking over Bette smiled when she saw Don's arm around Marcia's slim waist while Marcia's slid back and forth idly across his hard-on.