Peter Brewster - Strange perversion

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.

"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.