Peter Brewster - Strange perversion

"Honey," she heard Phil gasp, "I've just got to fuck you."

"Yes. Oh yes," Bette moaned, hurrying over to the couch and laying back on it, her legs spreading wide, opening her pink lipped twat wide for Phil's rampant hard-on. "I want to be fucked. I want to feel your big fat hard-on in my pussy. Fuck me Phil."

When Phil knelt between her spread eagled legs, Bette reached down, grabbed his iron hard cock and led it into her sopping wet and eager snatch.

"This is going to be fast," Phil moaned as he began to fuck her with long, fast, hard strokes. "I'm so damned hot from your cock-sucking before, seeing you getting fucked by Rex and now Kathy getting ass fucked and cunt fucked that I don't think I can hold back too long."

"I don't care," Bette screamed, "Just fuck me with your cock. Fuck me! Fuck me!"

The feeling of his prick sliding in and out of her hot clinging cunt drove Bette out of her mind. Not only the feeling of his thick prick in her cunt but she could see Kathy being ass fucked by the dog, shouting lustful obscenities as the dog suddenly fucked her ass even faster, then slowed and slipped his thick red come shiny prick all the way into her ass.

She felt Phil's hard and powerfully fast in and out thrusts quicken, his body tensing as his cock grew thicker and thicker, hotter and hotter in her cunt. She felt her pussy inundated by a flood of hot thick liquids that seemed to boil inside her as Phil came, jamming his spurting prick deep in her. His furious fucking was enough to bring Bette to still another violent coming.

Before they left the Nolans, Bette had been fucked by both men once, one in her cunt and the other in her ass, had gone down on Phil and made him come in her mouth and had let him screw her. When they were ready to leave, Bette was thoroughly exhausted but pleased and satisfied far beyond her wildest imaginings. There had been a wild excitement that had kept her and Don going beyond even what they thought they had been capable of. On the way home, Bette asked Don if he would want to continue meeting other couples and he was all for it.

"I guess we are just a couple of sex maniacs but I find watching you getting fucked by a dog very stimulating. So let's continue with it, if you don't mind that is."

"Mind! Darling I love it. It exceeded my wildest ideas about how thrilling it was to be fucked by a dog. But the thing is, just as Greg had said, I still love to suck a cock or feel a man's prick in me. The other is something entirely different and oh so very, very exciting. I'm glad you feel the way you do Don because there is a very intriguing letter at home I think you would be interested in."

Don read the letter when they got home and said that it was okay with him. The letter had come from a very attractive young couple. The girl, a petite brunette with a luscious figure said she had always wanted to try and make it with a dog and only recently had gotten up enough courage to try it.

"This will be a switch," Bette smiled, "my telling someone else how to get fucked by a dog."

In the letter, the girl, Jean, had admitted to a compulsion and craving for Frenching as well as being made love to Greek as well as other variations. Her husband Carl was a good looking man who had said that he was only too willing to let Jean satisfy her curiosity about having sexual relations with a dog.

The next day Don called them and they agreed to come over that evening. Jean said she was most eager to try it with a dog and if she waited she might lose her courage.

When they arrived, both Bette and Don were more than pleased. Jean was even prettier than her photo and her figure though not big was perfectly proportioned. Bette felt a strong sexual urge when she saw how well built and handsome Carl was, and the strong feeling of raw sex he seemed to exude.

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."