Peter Brewster - Strange perversion

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.

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.

"Don't be silly," he told her. "We're very glad you came."

"Yes, we are," Sally added. "You are a charming and very attractive woman. I think we are going to have a wonderful afternoon. If you will excuse my being so bold and blunt, I am glad you are here because Mike does so enjoy seeing other women getting fucked by Tiger. That incidentally," she laughed, "is the name of our dog because he screws like one. Would you like to go out and meet him?"

Bette, shaking with aroused lust and desire, walked along with them as they went out to the back of the house. When she saw the size of the fawn colored Great Dane, she sucked in her breath in startled, yet pleased surprise. In their letter, they had said they had a big dog but hadn't said it was a Great Dane.

"My but he is tremendous," she gasped.

"Yes he is," Mike agreed, "and he fucks like a champion too."

"Wait until you see the size of his cock," Sally whispered, her hand sliding lightly up and down and around the swelling cheeks of Bette's ass. "It's beautiful and oh so long and thick."

Bette's heart beat wildly and erratically as she looked under the Great Dane's belly. His balls were huge and as she looked, his red, pointed cock started to emerge from the thick, smooth, slick haired covering. Licking her suddenly dry lips, Bette saw that his red glistening wet prick, just half of it showing, was even bigger than Kaiser's full length.

"Looks like Tiger can smell a couple of hot, juicy cunts," Mike chuckled as the dog whined and whimpered, more and more of his immense prick appearing under his belly.

Bette was filled with electrified lust as she stared at the glistening wet prick. Her cunt felt as if it were going to explode as Sally's hand kneaded the rubbery fleshed cheeks of her ass, her fingers gliding lightly over the swelling curves. Beside her, Mike took Bette's hand and placed it on his stiff, fiercely throbbing prick. Bette felt that she wanted to be fucked and sucked and violated in every way possible, her emotions were so highly aroused.

When Mike felt her fingers tighten and dig into his prick and felt her body begin to tremble he smiled.

"Tiger is going to be a great animal for this fucking session. Let's get him and we'll all go upstairs."

The four of them went up to the attic that Mike had fixed up for just this purpose. Once there the three of them quickly removed their clothing. Bette was almost overpowered by the sheer animal sensuality of Sally's voluptuous body as she stood there bare assed, smiling at Bette.

Bette's hot, fevered eyes moved from the stunning redhead to Mike's thick hard-on as it angled up and out from his hairy belly. It was a truly mouth watering, cunt tingling kind of cock.

"Bette, why don't you and Tiger get better acquainted," Mike said to the panting, wide eyed Bette. "Then we can all get together afterwards."

Bette sat on a low, cushioned stool and stared at that beautiful Great Dane, his tongue lolling out of the front of his mouth, a look of almost human sexual anxiety on his face as he sniffed the strong aroma rising from between her legs, from her twat. Softly with a trembling, shaking hand, Bette reached out to pat that huge head. At the same time, she called gently to him. The dog looked at her then at Mike and Sally.

"Go ahead Tiger. Go to Bette. Go."

Bette's head swam and she felt her cunt contract furiously when she saw the dog's tremendous cock now fully extended beneath his smooth haired belly. He stopped in front of her, looking up at her, whining gently.

"Go ahead, Bette," Sally called to her, "Play with him. He loves to have someone to play with his cock. Go ahead. Feel and play with it."

Sliding off the stool, Bette knelt beside the Great Dane. Her hand reached up under him to touch, lightly caress and then hold that fantastically hard prick in her hand. She felt it swell as her fist moved slowly along its thick warm length. It was greater, thicker and longer than she ever thought a dog's cock would ever be. It was a prick that any man would love to have.