Chapter 2

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.

"There's no fun," she chuckled, "in seeing a show like this with your own husband."

Bette looked at Don and was surprised in a way to see the look of eagerness on his face as he looked at the luscious Cindy. What the hell, she thought, what was sauce for the goose was pretty tasty. Besides the sudden memory of how Greg's half hard cock had felt more then appeased her feelings.

They had just taken their seats when the lights went out, all but the lights on the stage.

Bette felt Greg's arm slide around her shoulder, his hand resting just above the upper swell of her tit. Her heart beat faster when she felt his leg rub against hers and then remain knee to knee. The wine pervaded her with a warm, pleasant glow and she nestled against the handsome Greg.

In the center of the stage there was a long, low and wide couch covered with a deep red satin sheet. A beautiful dark haired girl wearing a sheer filmy negligee came out to stand beside the couch. Smiling, she faced the audience and then slowly let the negligee slip off her body and to the floor.

"Boy, what a pair of tits she has," Greg muttered in her ear. Bette smiled at his expression but he was right. The girl did have a beautiful pair of tits. They were full, rounded and firm, twin mountains of creamy white flesh topped with broad deep red aureoles and the nipples were thick and fully a half inch long. Her body was voluptuously shaped with smoothly rounded hips, long slim legs and a thick luxuriant growth of hair around her cunt. Her ass was firm and provocatively rounded, forming a completely enticing picture of sheer sensuality.

Picking up a magazine, the girl stretched out on the bed and began reading it. As she read, the girl let one hand slide slowly and teasingly across those full tits, rubbing and stroking them until the nipples looked like twin spires of deep red. Her hand moved down over her body, to her smooth fleshed thighs and then lightly across that furry snatch.

Bette could see the thick dark nipples of the girl's tits grow even longer and thicker as the girl's hand lifted to gently caress those hillocks of tempting whiteness once more. Her long, red tipped fingers lifted those swollen white orbs, then dropped them. As they came to a quivering halt, her fingertips teased the nipples into even greater erectness. Her long legs slowly spread and from where they were sitting, all four could look right up and into the girl's pink-lipped, hair-lined pussy.

"And that's not bad either," she heard herself whisper to Greg who chuckled. Bette could feel herself getting hot as she watched the girl on the bed. I'm becoming a regular voyeur, she thought. First Cindy and now this girl.

The fact that the man beside her whose knee was gently rubbing against hers was not her husband, that they were watching a beautiful naked girl playing with herself added to her rising delight of lustful excitement. The exciting display of the girl's naked cunt, combined with the champagne and Greg's nearness was beginning to get to her.

Greg's knee moved in soft little circles against hers and she felt her breath catch in her throat when his hand slid down a bit more, the fingertips resting on the swelling curves of her tit and pressing in against the soft flesh gently.

"Look at her now," Greg breathed in her ear, "she must be reading a real hot book."

The girl, her cunt aimed directly at them, was writhing sexily on the bed. Her ass rose and fell in slow undulating motions of pagan passion. Bette could feel her own pussy throb and unconsciously her own hips began to move as the warm trickle of fluids seeped from between the twitching lips of her cunt.

Looking over, she saw that Don's hand was down inside the gaping front of Cindy's dress and she could see his fingers moving as he kneaded those big rounded globes. His other hand was sliding back and forth along Cindy's bare thigh, her dress pushed halfway up to her waist. Raising her eyes, she looked at Cindy. The pretty blonde had a look of sensual excitement similar to the expression Bette had seen on her face earlier that day when she was about to get fucked by her dog Sultan.

"They really seem to be having a ball," she heard Greg whisper in her ear as his hand moved down until it was cupped directly over her one swollen mound. Bette tensed then relaxed, enjoying the feel of a strange man's hand on her body, his strong fingers gently fondling the soft, yielding flesh. The tingling in her cunt grew stronger as Greg found and pulled on the tender, erect nipple.

Turning, she looking back at the stage. On the bed, the girl was caressing herself all over, her voluptuous body writhing and tossing lasciviously as her fingers stroked up and down along the soft flesh of her puff-mouthed cunt. They could see the girl's finger rubbing against the pink folds and heard her harsh irregular breathing as she slid one finger in and out of that now hot, moist slit. Her legs lifted straight up in the air then slowly spread wide apart.

Bette gasped when the wet mouth of the girl's cunt was pulled apart to reveal the pink glistening flesh between her legs. Breathing hard, Bette stared as the girl reached down to those hair covered pink folds and slowly pull them apart until the shiny pink interior of her cunt was completely revealed. There was a trickle of white juices running from that pink-mouthed orifice that pulsed hungrily. They could see the inner muscles of her cunt contracting rhythmically and realized that the girl was doing it deliberately.

Holding her cunt lips apart with one hand, the girl slid a finger of her other hand deep into the yawning pussy to rub and caress her elongated and thick clitoris.

Bette felt Greg's fingers dig into the soft flesh of her tit as the sensuous actions of the sexy female on the bed got to both of them. The sight of those long red enameled fingers rubbing back and forth across that rosebud of sensitivity, sliding in and out of her wet, slippery snatch, sliding up and down along the smooth flesh of her cunt, had Bette panting with desire.

Her cunt was sopping wet now as breathlessly, she watched the girl fingerfuck herself, her ass rising and falling in cadence with the in and out motions of her finger slipping between those soft, shiny wet flaccid lips. A gasp came from Bette when she saw the girl add a second finger, then a third to the one that was working in and out of her twat, pushing the three of them deep inside that enveloping cunt, creating a wet sucking sound each time she pulled her fingers out.

Bette was on fire with lustful anticipation and the heat of her own lusts as she stared wide-eyed at the girl on the bed squirming and contorting frantically with uncontrollable passion as she drove those three fingers in and out of her cunt faster, her fingers disappearing to the knuckles in that wet hungry cunt.

The sounds, the very wet suctioning exciting sounds as the girl's fingers fairly flew back and forth in her pussy, had Bette almost out of her mind with primitive desire. Her head swam as she saw the girl fuck herself to a climax, her hand beating a savage erotic tattoo against the wet, juicy, lathered slit, her cries of exquisite rapture filling the room.

Suddenly, from the side of the stage, a huge German Shepherd walked across the stage to sit beside the couch. It was a long moment before the girl looked over and saw him. When she did, the rapid in and out motions of her hand slowed then stopped completely. A smile of eager sensual anticipation flitted across her lust contorted features as she looked down at the huge animal.

The girl's hand pulled away from her well lubricated snatch and rose to her mouth. She smelled her fingers that were coated with her come juices, licked at them for a moment then held her hand out toward the dog, calling to him to come to her.

Wriggling down on the couch, the girl moved forward until her ass and cunt were right at the edge of the couch, her feet on the floor. She drew her knees up so that the soles of her feet rested on the edge of the couch, then pushed them wide open.

Bette sucked in her breath, hardly able to breath when she saw the lips of the girl's cunt spread wide, the creamy white fluids leaking down the cheeks of her ass.

Fascinated, her body trembling, Bette shivered with wildly exciting shivers of wanton lust. The thought that this huge dog was going to suck and fuck this voluptuous female thrilled her as much as when she had seen Cindy getting fucked this afternoon. The tingling in her cunt turned into a raging inferno of desire, a consuming, raging holocaust of lust.

The warmth increased when she felt Greg's hand slip inside her dress, under her bra and onto her bare, stiff-nippled tit. She felt the mound swell, the nipple stiffen even more under his gentle but skillful caresses. Her breathing came heavier, burning in her throat, her body writhing as Greg's hand rested on her thigh.

The soft, hot, wet lips of her cunt contracted, then opened as if reaching for Greg's hand. A tingling shock almost like an electric shock ripped through her when she felt Greg move his hand up slowly, turning it and cupping his broad, strong fingers over her cunt. Her hips arched at the strong contact and her head fell back as Greg's fingers curled inward, pressing gently but firmly against the softness of her outer cunt. Her head rolled then froze at the sight that greeted her eyes on the other love seat.

Don's stiff, red-knobbed cock rose up out of his gaping fly and Cindy's hand was holding it as she stroked her fist up and down along the thick rigid shaft. The sight of her husband's cock being caressed by another woman strangely excited her tremendously. There was no anger, no jealousy, no fear of any kind. Only an overwhelming desire that was like a powerful drug as she watched the red tip of her husband's cock appear and disappear in the circle of Cindy's clutching fist.

Hearing a growling bark from the stage, Bette turned her attention back to the stage once more. She gasped at what she saw.

The dog had his long snout buried between the girl's come-wet thighs, rubbing against the damp matted hair that surrounded the girl's pussy. Bette saw the girl tremble fiercely, her fingers moving in the bedclothes, her body tensing as the dog's long, broad rough tongue licked out at the girl's twat.

Deep harsh cries came from the wriggling girl as the dog's tongue lapped from the crack of her ass all the way up over the entire length of her pink lipped snatch. Flinging her legs high, the girl thrust her juicy twat against the dog's snout. He began to lap at her pussy greedily, faster and faster. Encouraged by the girl's moaning sobs and the almost constant flow of her cunt fluids, the dog's big, flat tongue flicked relentlessly at the girl's cunt lips and inside as well.

Caught up in the throes of highly aroused primitive passion the girl reached down and pulled the lips of her cunt wide open. A gurgling scream of sheer pleasure ripped from her as the dog pressed further forward, his tongue almost a pink blur as he lapped frantically at the glistening in her cunt with that long tongue, raking it across her long, thick clitoris.

Her hips and ass twisted and jerked as she responded to the incredible cunt lapping being lavished on her by the dog. Her body jerked with repeated spasms, low sobs of frenetic ecstasy pouring from her constricted throat as the great dog brought her to one orgasm after another. Bette, her body consumed with burning lust, wallowed in the unabashed, debauchery that filled the small theatre. Her cunt and body hungered for a tongue, animal or human, to be lapping at her twat, probing inside, sucking and biting on her excruciatingly sensitive clitoris. She was filled with a hot excitement, a sensual lust far greater than anything she had ever felt before.

The moans of ecstatic bliss coming from the stage fascinated her as she watched the girl, her hips and ass rolling, jerking and humping furiously. Her legs rose high as her fingers once more pulled her cunt mouth wide open, sobbing furiously as that long, broad tongue darted and plunged deep into that gaping slit.

Bette, her heart pounding madly, her breath burning in her throat saw the dog's rump begin to jerk back and forth as his tongue ravished her soaking wet come filled pussy. The girl, her body contorting frantically screamed hoarsely, her hips wriggling harder as she shoved her cunt tighter against the dog's nozzle, forcing his tongue deeper into her. Her harsh, animal like cries gradually became clear to Bette and the others. She was calling for the dog to suck and tongue her cunt faster, to ram his tongue in deeper, to lap at her pussy and make her come.

With a shock, Bette recalled the similarity of this girl's wild, impassioned pleas to those she had heard coming from Cindy this afternoon. Turning her head, she looked across to where her husband and neighbor sat.

A gasp broke from her when she saw Cindy sprawled out on the love seat, her legs stretched out wide, her dress up around her waist. Don's hand was under her panties and from the action Bette could see, she knew he had his finger buried deep in Cindy's twat, fucking her with it.

The blonde's hand was clasped tightly around Don's prick, moving up and down that rampant rod, her lust blazing eyes fastened on the bizarre scene unfolding on the stage in front of them.