Slowly Bette managed to get to her feet. She could see Cindy stretched out limply on the bench, her tits rising and falling rapidly, her rounded stomach heaving as soft moans came from her opened mouth as she lay there in the aftermath of this fantastic fucking.
Leaning against the wall, Bette slowly slipped out of the kitchen and back to her own house. She made her way up to the bathroom and showered, cleaning away the sticky residue of her come juices.
After her shower, she lay bare-assed on the bed, reliving every moment of that utterly weird happening she had just witnessed. She couldn't quite understand it. It would be different if Cindy were alone and didn't have a man to fuck her and take care of her sex needs. But she was married. She did have Greg and Bette knew that Greg had a bigger prick than most men. Then why this bit with the dog?
Why this need and desire to be fucked by an animal? Oddly enough Bette did not find Cindy's actions deplorable or evil. She did not have a feeling of disgust for her neighbor because she was fucked by a dog. Rather it was wonderment as to why Cindy did let her dog fuck her. In a way, recalling the way Sultan had fucked, Bette could not really blame Cindy and could understand it.
How was she going to react when she and her husband Don went out with Cindy and Greg later tonight? Would she be able to repress her knowledge that she had seen Cindy being screwed by her dog? That bridge, she chuckled, she would cross later this evening.
Laying there naked, Bette felt her pussy begin to tingle as she vividly recalled that wild aberration. Closing her eyes, she could see that long, thin sharply pointed dog cock sliding in and out of that juicy pink cunt, see the juices flowing out of that lathered pussy and she commenced to tremble. Her torrid reverie began to react and the nipples atop her swollen tits began to harden.
A passionate woman, Bette found her cunt begin to throb rhythmically as she relived those fantastically exciting moments when she had seen Cindy revel in the unnatural fucking she had seemed to welcome so very much.
Moaning as her hips began to undulate sensually, Bette slid her hand down over her silky haired pussy. Soft sighs escaped her as her fingertip gently stroked and caressed her pink mouthed snatch. Her hips lifted as a tremor of excitement shook her, the touch of her fingers producing a flow of warm lubricating liquids. Her clitoris pulsated and hardened, standing out like a miniature hard on.
Her mind was awash with erotic fancies and she wished it had been her cunt that had been assaulted by the phenomenal cock that had impaled her neighbor on that seven inches of stiff prick. Her legs lifted and spread as she began to rub and stroke her elongated clitoris.
Suddenly she slid off the bed and hurried over to her dressing table. Picking up the long round handled hair brush, she almost raced back to the bed.
Stretching out on her back, Bette brought her knees up then pushed them wide apart. Holding the brush by the bristles she slowly inserted the thick round smooth plastic handle into her snatch. A moan of delight slipped from between her lips when she felt that thickness penetrate her slippery cunt.
Her hips bucked and humped as she began to work the brush in and out of her cunt, her mind alive with brilliantly remembered pictures of that big, black Doberman, the muscles rippling under his skin as that long bright red cock worked in and out of Cindy. The brush handle was coated with her wet, sticky, slippery cunt juices as she moved it in and out faster and faster. Raising her hand slightly, she cried out as the slick warm surface began to rub back and forth across her clitoris.
In her disordered, wildly erotic state of mind, Bette imagined that it was indeed Sultan's cock that was fucking her. Faster and faster her hand moved, the brush handle going deep into her come slick pussy. Her heart pounded and she felt her pussy begin to throb with furious intensity as she neared her orgasm.
Her back bowed as she fucked her cunt faster and faster. Then, as the tidal wave of overpowering sensations shook her, she screamed, "Fuck me Sultan! Shove your big red hard dog prick in my cunt and fuck me…fuck me. Fuck me!"
A second later, her cunt was ripped asunder as she experienced a tumultuous climax. Her body heaved under the tremendous impact as wild inarticulate sound ripped from her lips. Her cunt was a network of shrieking raw nerve endings as spasm after spasm of the most ecstatic bliss rocked her. With a long, tremulous sigh, she sank back on the bed, bathed in the luxurious sensations of her orgastic aftermath.
CHAPTER TWO
That night, when she and her husband Don went next door, Bette found it almost impossible to believe that this lovely woman who was a perfect hostess, could have indulged in such an act of sheer animal wantonness only hours before.
She and Don had found Cindy and Greg to be perfect neighbors. The four of them had hit it off right from the beginning and had formed the habit of going out together on Saturday nights. Cindy and Greg were a bit earthier than she and Don but had never been offensive. The dirty jokes had been told in a dance with Greg and he had gotten a semi-hard on. Nothing more had developed but Bette kind of wished it had. She wouldn't have minded being fucked by that prick of his which seemed to be larger than Don's. She was kind of sure that Don would have jumped at the chance to bed the pretty and sexy Cindy. They had a drink and discussed the inevitable question of where to go.
"I heard of a pretty wild place," Greg said. "They put on some way-out sex shows and circuses. You know, women and women, men and men, women and animals and things like that. It is pretty raw I've heard but what the hell, it will be something different. What do you say?"
When Don looked at her, Bette nodded. She had found her interest fanned when Greg had mentioned animals. It was firmly and finally settled that they would go. Just as they were leaving, Sultan, the big Doberman Bette had seen fucking Cindy, came padding into the room. Her pulses quickened at the sight of that sleek black dog and the throbbing tingle began between her legs.
She watched as Cindy gently, almost lovingly, stroked the dog's head. His tail wagged and Bette would swear she saw an adoring look on his face as he looked up at his mistress.
"He is a beautiful dog," Bette said, moving over to put her hand on his smooth haired head. "They say Dobermans are extremely clever and can be trained to do almost anything."
Bette smiled to herself when she saw Cindy look up at her quickly, a wondering look in her eyes.
"I don't know about that," Greg chuckled, "but he is a helluva good watchdog. Even I get scared when I see those big white fangs. He really watches over Cindy though."
"He should," Bette smiled to herself, "if you fucked her the way he does, and could see that big red cock of his in action."
The four of them piled into Greg's car and an hour later they pulled up in front of a small weather-beaten house.
"Don't pay any attention to the outside," Greg reassured them. "It's what's inside that counts. From what this guy told me the place is furnished like a palace."
Greg was right. Once inside, they found themselves in a luxuriously furnished foyer. A man wearing a faultless dinner jacket led them to a small room that was dimly lit. There were two love seats facing a small stage that was about ten feet from the booth. The floor was thickly carpeted and the furnishings reflected obvious good taste.
A lovely girl wearing just the flimsiest apron, her big red-nippled tits swaying and bouncing delightfully, brought in two bottles of champagne and set one at each love seat along with two glasses. She announced that the show would begin in just ten minutes.
Greg poured them each a glassful of champagne and they stood there drinking it. Bette found herself getting a nice glow from the champagne and was oddly stimulated by the prospect of what they might be seeing.
The lights flickered twice and they imagined it was a signal that the show was about to start. Cindy suggested that since they were old friends it would be nice to switch partners and let Don sit with her while Greg sat with Bette.