Peter Brewster - Strange perversion

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.

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.

Bette was glad of this. Some of the couples they had met, had only wanted to be fucked especially the women or tongued by the dogs, leaving poor Don off with a bad case of sore balls. Once the husband had sucked Don off and though Don had admitted later that he had enjoyed it, he still preferred a cunt or woman's mouth. From the way Marcia was acting now, Don would get his fucking or cocksucking. Marcia and Jack had assured them that they too both enjoyed fucking or being fucked by people as well as animals.

There were five animals in the barn including the two dogs. There was a cow, a bull and a beautiful pinto pony.

"Our horse is out in the pasture right now," Jack explained. "Later on, if you want, we can bring him in too."

When Bette saw the beautiful pinto pony she felt a furious pulsing in her cunt, a rising tide of sexual desire sweeping over her. She watched as Marcia walked over to the pony's stall and called for the others to come over and join her.

"Bette have you ever seen a pony's prick before? Well, take a look, a good look, at this one." Bette's blood raced in her veins when she looked down at that huge thick prick hanging almost a full twelve inches below the pony's belly. She had seen pictures of horse cocks, even seen those exciting pricks hanging down on horses but to be this close to this huge immense cock had her hotter than she had been in ages.

It was as thick as her wrist and the head of it looked like a monstrous head of a man's prick. The thick barrel was a dark greyish color with big splotches of bright pink. Bette could feel her cunt twitching and pulsing, the warm juices dribbling from between those pink lips as her excitement mounted. It was the longest, biggest and thickest prick she had ever seen.

"Oh my goodness," she gasped when she saw Marcia reach down to hold that immense organ in both hands, sliding them back and forth along its gigantic length. "What a handsome prick."

"Wait until you see how big the stallion's is. His cock makes the pony's seem like a toy. Why don't you show Bette and Don some of your little tricks Marcia," Jack urged his wife, smiling at Bette and Don.

Marcia stood back and started to disrobe then suggested that the others do the same. Bette's heart hammered in her chest when she saw the immensity of Jack's stiff prick. It was long, thick and as hard as an iron bar. It was much bigger than Don's and she involuntarily licked her lips as she stared at its red tipped majestic size.

"You like big cocks," Jack said softly to her, "feel it. Go ahead. Take it in your hand. I don't mind."

Bette's head swam and the juices flowed copiously from her twat as her fingers closed around that massive prick, her fingers barely able to encircle its thickness. Her cunt muscles fluttered as she felt his stiff prick throbbing mightily and hotly in her grasp.

Hearing a sound near the pony, Bette turned to look at Marcia who was now as naked as the others. She did have a lovely body, compact and sexy with a full rounded ass, her tits not big but more than enough to fill each of Don's hands and her cunt was a delightful pink slit.

At Marcia's suggestion, the three of them moved closer to the stall as she went inside with the pony. Reaching down, Bette took Don's stiff hot cock in her free hand, her senses swimming at the feel of two beautifully hard cocks in her hands.