Bette cried out, her body stiffening and jerking with hard quaking spasms as her own orgasm began to build up inside her. Gripping her swollen, hard nippled tits, she lost complete control over her emotions as she rose and fell, impaling herself frenetically on that immense prick that was buried to the hilt in her, that filled her cunt and herself with terrific sensations heretofore unknown to her. Never in her life had she ever been this sexually excited. The sweat poured off of her body as her coming came nearer and nearer. It felt as if she were undergoing the severest of tortures as the needle sharp exquisite sensations built up.
Suddenly the muscles in her thighs, stomach and cunt stiffened and aching with a pain that was agonizing yet at the same time the most pleasurable she had known in a long time. Her body jerked as if with the ague as her emotions were driving to the very edge of her coming. Then it burst inside her like a bomb going off in her cunt.
The sharp, pounding, driving sensations ripped through her, bringing a long wailing scream as she came. The totality of it, the almost paralyzing pleasure as her entire body was split and wracked with spasm after spasm of incredible shocking pleasure that forced her to drive her pulsating pussy down over that thick cock, wanting to feel it buried as far up into her as she could get it. She felt her filled twat throb with a fierce rhythm as she came, her hot thin liquids flowing out of her snatch and down along Greg's rigid pole that was jammed deep in her cunt.
A moment later, a new and equally as powerful sensation gripped her when she felt Greg driving his swelling, hardening prick even further up into her. He held that massive tapered knob almost in her womb when Bette screamed when she felt his cock jerk furiously as a thick stream of hot, thick cream shot from his pulsating cock sending a torrent into her cunt.
His hands hurt as they dug into her hips, holding her down on him as his body was shaken by furious spasm after spasm, his cock leaping inside her as spurt after spurt of boiling hot come was ejected into her clinging, tightening pussy. Bette's cunt muscles clasped and squeezed and rolled around that throbbing shaft, milking it with skillful experienced sucking motions.
Her cunt overflowed with his tremendous load that dripped steadily from between the bruised, reddened mouth of her snatch. Sagging back against Greg, Bette looked through dimmed eyes at the stage.
The girl now lay on her back, her arms and legs hanging limply as the dog jerked his long, still iron hard cock out of the girl's battered pussy. The greyish white juices poured out from between those puffy lips of the girl's twat, forming a thick pool of come under her still quivering ass.
The dog reclining on his haunches twisted around and his long tongue licked at his come covered cock and Bette wished it were her tongue that was doing it instead of the dog's. A feeling of disappointment ran through her when she saw that red cock slowly pulling back into the hairy sheath.
Watching that sharply pointed, red cock flecked with spots of white come on it, Bette knew that one day and soon, she was going to be fucked by a dog and know all of the sensations Cindy and the recumbent girl on the couch had felt. There was an overpowering sexual urge in her cunt to experience that wild, unbelievable fuckings she had twice witnessed today. She knew that this urge could only be satisfied by the feeling of a dog's cock fucking her as Cindy had been fucked and sucked.
After they dressed and left the theatre, the four were quiet as they drove home. It wasn't until they were nearly home that the subject of what they had seen and done came up. There was a momentary embarrassment then all four broke out laughing.
"I hope Bette," Cindy said smiling at her neighbor, "that you didn't mind what Don and I did. It was just that I got so excited watching the girl get fu… oops."
"That's all right Cindy," Bette chuckled. "I've heard the word before. No, I didn't mind your getting fucked by Don. Besides how could I get angry at you. Don't forget I had Greg's cock in me at the same time."
"Thank you dear," the voluptuous Cindy said then looked at the two men. "And just how do you two feel? Are you ready to fight one another or divorce us?"
"Hell no," Don chortled. "I'm ready for more."
"And you Greg," Bette asked as she dropped her hand on Greg's cock. "Are you upset because Don fucked Cindy and she went down on him?"
"Don't be silly," Greg answered, his hand covering Bette's and rubbing it hard against his prick. "I enjoyed every minute of it and am looking for more just as Don is."
"Would you be willing to do it again, Don?" Cindy asked her eyes bright with desire as she looked at Bette's husband.
"If Bette wants to."
"I want to," Bette said quickly. "The idea, if you will excuse my talking frankly, of being fucked by a different cock really turns me on."
"In that case, how about the four of us coming to our place. We can screw more comfortably and enjoyably."
Dawn was just beginning to break when Bette and Don wearily made their way back to their own house. It had been an utterly fabulous night. Bette had been fucked and eaten until she was exhausted and had gone down on Greg reveling in the lusty excitement of feeling his cock come in her mouth.
Yet despite her intense enjoyment of being fucked and sucked, Bette had not lost her compulsion about being fucked by a dog. She just had to have one to satisfy this craving she felt.
CHAPTER THREE
For the next few days, Bette lived in an almost constant state of frustration. She could not rid her mind of the picture of that huge German Shepherd with his long, thick red cock as he had fucked the girl. Nor could she forget the feel of Greg's big hard on when he had fucked her or later when she had gone down on him and he had come in her mouth.
Bette's biggest hang-up however, was occasionally seeing Cindy's dog Sultan running around. Having witnessed him sucking and fucking her neighbor, Bette would feel her cunt tingle whenever she saw his sleek, black body.
The hot feelings she would feel mounting in her throbbing twat would get her so hot that she knew that one day in the not too distant future, she would be getting fucked by a dog. It was an overpowering impulse, one that burned brightly and constantly with her.
Unable to stand it any longer, Bette went out and over to visit Cindy. The pretty blonde looked at her, smiled and asked her if Bette would like a cup of coffee. When they were seated at the kitchen table, Cindy said, "I was going to call you Bette but decided to wait until you had a chance to think about what happened the other night. I am so glad you are not angry about it."
"Oh no. In fact, I enjoyed it very, very much. Greg is quite a man and oh that… I'm sorry Cindy."
"Don't be," Cindy chuckled. "Greg does have a nice cock."
Relieved by Cindy's frankness, Bette smiled. "Yes, and he fucks so well too. My pussy was sore for a day afterward."
"I'm glad you enjoyed the swapping. Don is no slouch either in the cock or fucking department. Would you like to get together again real soon? Greg told me how much he enjoyed it especially when you went down on him."
"Wonderful. I'll talk to Don about it. I know that he will jump at the chance to lay you again."
They chatted and Bette steered the conversation around to the erotic spectacle they had seen.
"Just looking at that dog's big red prick sliding in and out of the girl's cunt, the way he fucked her really turned me on. From the way the girl acted, it must have worked on her as well."
"I've heard that a woman never really knows what fucking is until she's been screwed by a good dog." Cindy's eyes were fastened on Bette's as she talked, a strange look on her face.
"I'd love to try it one day," Bette said slowly. "It looked just absolutely sensational."