Desperately, the triply skewered brunette sucked and swallowed the viscous animal cum that had filled her mouth before she could swallow it down! Time and time again, as if bursting from a depthless pool of never-ending lust, Hero's pungent semen continued to spurt down her throat, and she felt as if a bomb had exploded inside her as this lust-charging realization fired her own bucking loins with a never-before experienced holocaust of wanton sensual madness. She wanted to scream, oh God, oh God, I'm cumming. Don't stop. Don't ever stop! But her mouth was too full, and all she could do was writhe and moan and twist her pelvis in a wilder plea for fulfillment.
But, like all good and wonderful things, this too had to come to an end and finally Hero's sperm-drained animal cock slipped glistening from her cum-flooded mouth and he moved silently away. Now only Peggy's stiffly extended middle finger remained still thrust deep inside Dottie's clasping nether passage. And then, after a long silence, that last skewering instrument was removed and the two women lay there gasping in their dwindling excitement.
Hero's ears quickly detected a familiar sound and the knowledge of it alarmed him. He knew this peculiar human sound and that it always meant danger or unhappiness and he wanted none of this for his darling mistress. Or for his other new human friend either. He began to whimper beneath his panting animal breath and his eyes were widening in suspicion and alarm… for it was the sound of crying that he heard. Peggy's crying.
"Dottie, oh Dottie, what can I say?" the young naked blonde sobbed hysterically, big tears flowing like rain from her shame-reddened eyes as she sat on the bed beside her friend.
"There's nothing to say, honey," the trembling brunette said softly, running her hand across her younger friend's head and smoothing her curly blonde hair. "It just happened, that's all."
"Oh, Dottie…" Peggy was beside herself in confused helplessness, awash in her own emotions. She could not believe she had done it… but she knew deep inside that she had… she had thrust her own finger deep in her girl friend's anus. Somehow the sight of them fucking so obscenely on the bed had thrown a secret switch in her most private self and she had lost all control… that image remained burned in her brain like a scorching brand on a calf. Hero's hardened thick cock inside her neighbor's lips… his hotly gushing sperm cascading down her gulping throat while he lay there licking and tongue-fucking her steaming pink pussy! "How did you know, Dottie? I mean…"
"You mean, what happened to bring Hero and me together like this? Well, I never would have dreamed it up alone, Peg. The truth is, uh… well, Eddie saw you and Hero fucking Saturday night."
"Eddie! Oh my God, no! Oh, Dottie, how can I go on living?" She exclaimed, and again the tears stained her emotion-flushed cheeks. "I could just die! I'll never be able to look Eddie in the eye again as long as I live!"
Dottie brushed the young blonde's hair back from her forehead maternally and patted her head. "It's not so bad as you say, Peggy. It was an accident. Eddie was trying to catch the newspaper boy and he heard you and Hero going to it. He thought something was wrong and… well, he looked in the living room window and saw it going on. I kinda' suspect he was glad to have a chance to look in your window anyway. He's had the hots for you for so long!"
"Dottie! How can you talk like that? He's your husband and I've never done anything to encourage any such notions. I would simply never…"
"Whoa, gal, nobody said you did anything wrong. I just said my ol' man is dying to get in your panties, that's all."
Peggy flushed with unconcealed shock and humiliation. "Please! Don't talk like that! I don't like to hear that kind of talk!"
"What? You're going to get all worked up over a bunch of words? Why, who was it just a few minutes ago who was all hot and bothered with her finger up my ass?"
Peggy hid her face in her hands and sobbed until there were no more tears. "P-Please, Dottie, p-please… I'm so confused!"
Dottie's tone was soothing and consoling. "I understand, Peggy. You're a highly sexed young woman and this is probably the first time you have ever come to grips with the reality of it."
"What do you mean?" the blonde asked, seemingly mindless of Dottie's hand now resting gently on her naked white breast.
"Just what I said," she answered evasively, her fingers beginning to knead the soft resilient flesh of her married friend's breasts, her nipple tender and smooth between her fingertips. "I had the same problem once, until Eddie and I found our solution in California."
"Solution? What solution?"
"Well, we sort of came into it gradually. It really was not something we had planned; it just happened. There was this group we were running around with, see, and pretty soon we started hearing about these wild parties. You know, guys and girls running around the house naked and couples swapping, the whole bit…"
"Swapping!? You mean you and Eddie went for that kind of thing?"
"Well, not at first. But it came later and I don't regret it for a minute. You know, Peg, I read a magazine article recently where a world famous scientist said that women, if there were no social restrictions placed on their behavior, would sometimes fuck as often as fifty times a day with lots of different men! Think of it, honey, fifty times! That's why you get those gnawing pains in your belly sometimes and you think you're going to go up the wall if you don't find a cock somewhere. Women are really made to fuck a hell of a lot more than men, but it's a man's world we live in and we've all just been brainwashed to believe we should make do with a little now and then, whenever the ol' boy's feeling up to it. Well, swinging solved that problem for me… eight in one night once, honey! Think about that for a minute – eight!"
"Oh Dottie, I just can't believe that you did such a thing! I mean, what about Eddie? Did he ever find out?"
Dottie laughed, but it was not maliciously. "Peg, you don't quite follow me. Eddie was right there… he was in the room with me most of the time and he saw it all going on. That is, when he wasn't too busy fucking one of the eight men's wives!"
"Dottie! How can you talk so calmly about such a thing as that? I mean… eight men… it's just… well, it's… it's adultery!"
The worldly-wise brunette could see that her hot-blooded young blonde friend was confused and perplexed. But she could see also that her legs and thighs were twitching nervously beneath her as she sat on the edge of the bed. There was real frustration there… a woman's own kind of frustration and Dottie knew just the way to get rid of it.