Chapter 7

Encouraged by the overwhelming success of the first two ventures with other dog lovers, Bette decided to answer one of the letters that had been more or less written just for her. The couple had enclosed their phone number in their letter and suggested that Bette give them a call.

Bette found herself oddly excited as she reread their letter. Finally she picked up the phone and dialed their number. Her heart was pounding furiously as she heard the phone ringing then it was picked up and a soft, low female voice said hello.

"Hello, is this Sally Keane? This is Bette Linder. You had written to my husband and myself some time ago."

"Bette Linder. Oh. Oh yes. You wrote about being interested in dogs, didn't you. It is nice to hear from you."

They chatted for a few minutes then Bette said she had been thinking of taking a drive out to see them.

"Alone or with your husband?"

"Alone."

"Good, that will be so much better. Mike isn't here right now but I will call him at the office. I am sure he will come home if he knows you will be coming out here."

"I don't want to be a bother."

"You won't be, don't worry Bette. You have had some experiences with dogs haven't you?"

Bette assured her she had, then they made arrangements for Bette to drive out, then said goodbye. Curiously excited, Bette showered, dressed and was on her way to the Keane's within a half hour. Twenty minutes later, she pulled up into the Keane's driveway.

Mike, a handsome, burly man in his late thirties waited for her at the front door. Bette felt a warming tingle when she saw the way his eyes moved over her body, lingering at the thrusting peaks of her tits and again at the center of her body.

"You are even prettier and shaplier than your picture," he grinned, his rich baritone masculine voice sending tingles through Bette. "Come on inside. Sally's waiting for us in there."

Sally was a beautiful red head with a breathtaking figure. In their letter, Mike had mentioned that she had been a former show girl and looking at her now, Bette could easily believe it.

She was wearing a pair of short shorts that left her long, willowy legs exposed from the crotch on down and the bottom curves of her opulent ass were bared by the shortness of the trunks. The light silk jersey blouse she wore clung and outlined the thrust and fullness of her melon shaped tits. It was evident from the way her nipples jutted up under the blouse that she was not wearing a bra.

"Oh what Don wouldn't do to get his hands on her tits," Bette said to herself. "They must be at least forty inches."

Mike mixed them all a drink and the three of them sat down.

"I feel terrible in a way, coming out here like this on such short notice," Bette said trying to quiet the rising excitement she felt when she saw the bulge in Mike's pants.

"Don't be silly," he told her. "We're very glad you came."

"Yes, we are," Sally added. "You are a charming and very attractive woman. I think we are going to have a wonderful afternoon. If you will excuse my being so bold and blunt, I am glad you are here because Mike does so enjoy seeing other women getting fucked by Tiger. That incidentally," she laughed, "is the name of our dog because he screws like one. Would you like to go out and meet him?"

Bette, shaking with aroused lust and desire, walked along with them as they went out to the back of the house. When she saw the size of the fawn colored Great Dane, she sucked in her breath in startled, yet pleased surprise. In their letter, they had said they had a big dog but hadn't said it was a Great Dane.

"My but he is tremendous," she gasped.

"Yes he is," Mike agreed "and he fucks like a champion too."

"Wait until you see the size of his cock," Sally whispered, her hand sliding lightly up and down and around the swelling cheeks of Bette's ass. "It's beautiful and oh so long and thick."

Bette's heart beat wildly and erratically as she looked under the Great Dane's belly. His balls were huge and as she looked, his red, pointed cock started to emerge from the thick, smooth, slick haired covering. Licking her suddenly dry lips, Bette saw that his red glistening wet prick, just half of it showing, was even bigger than Kaiser's full length.

"Looks like Tiger can smell a couple of hot, juicy cunts," Mike chuckled as the dog whined and whimpered, more and more of his immense prick appearing under his belly.

Bette was filled with electrified lust as she stared at the glistening wet prick. Her cunt felt as if it were going to explode as Sally's hand kneaded the rubbery fleshed cheeks of her ass, her fingers gliding lightly over the swelling curves. Beside her, Mike took Bette's hand and placed it on his stiff, fiercely throbbing prick. Bette felt that she wanted to be fucked and sucked and violated in every way possible, her emotions were so highly aroused.

When Mike felt her fingers tighten and dig into his prick and felt her body begin to tremble he smiled.

"Tiger is going to be a great animal for this fucking session. Let's get him and we'll all go upstairs."

The four of them went up to the attic that Mike had fixed up for just this purpose. Once there the three of them quickly removed their clothing. Bette was almost overpowered by the sheer animal sensuality of Sally's voluptuous body as she stood there bare assed, smiling at Bette.

Bette's hot, fevered eyes moved from the stunning redhead to Mike's thick hard-on as it angled up and out from his hairy belly. It was a truly mouth watering, cunt tingling kind of cock.

"Bette, why don't you and Tiger get better acquainted," Mike said to the panting, wide eyed Bette. "Then we can all get together afterwards."

Bette sat on a low, cushioned stool and stared at that beautiful Great Dane, his tongue lolling out of the front of his mouth, a look of almost human sexual anxiety on his face as he sniffed the strong aroma rising from between her legs, from her twat. Softly with a trembling, shaking hand, Bette reached out to pat that huge head. At the same time, she called gently to him. The dog looked at her then at Mike and Sally.

"Go ahead Tiger. Go to Bette. Go."

Bette's head swam and she felt her cunt contract furiously when she saw the dog's tremendous cock now fully extended beneath his smooth haired belly. He stopped in front of her, looking up at her, whining gently.

"Go ahead, Bette," Sally called to her, "Play with him. He loves to have someone to play with his cock. Go ahead. Feel and play with it."

Sliding off the stool, Bette knelt beside the Great Dane. Her hand reached up under him to touch, lightly caress and then hold that fantastically hard prick in her hand. She felt it swell as her fist moved slowly along its thick warm length. It was greater, thicker and longer than she ever thought a dog's cock would ever be. It was a prick that any man would love to have.

Shaking with pure sensual delight, Bette looked up as they watched Bette and the Great Dane. As Bette looked, Mike turned Sally so that he was behind her, his cock sticking between her legs, that red knob thick and swollen as it protruded out from under Sally's pink lipped cunt. Sally bent forward just a bit and Mike bent his knees, guiding the head of his cock up and into Sally's juice dripping twat. It was evident from the ease with which they established their connection, that they had done this many times before. He straightened up slowly, forcing more and more of his cock into Sally until it was buried to the balls in her pink lipped pussy. Gripping Sally by the tits, he began to fuck her with fast, deep thrusts, his eyes as well as Sally's fastened on Bette playing with Tiger's bright red prick.

Sally, her body angled slightly forward, her hands tight around her husband's responded to Mike's fucking with equally as wild backward thrusts of her hips, ass and cunt, her hips twisting and grinding frantically as Mike jammed the full length of his long thick prick deep into her with each violent plunge of his hips. Suddenly he stiffened, deep rasping groans coming from him as he drove his shaft as far up into Sally's cunt as he could, then as Sally gasped, his body shook. Fascinated Bette looked on as the thick white juices dripped out of Sally's widely stretched cunt and she almost came herself as she watched.

When Mike pulled his soft, limp, come covered prick out of his wife's snatch, the flood of their combined loads poured out of her cunt, the reddened lips spreading as it did. Excusing herself, Sally left to go out to clean herself up. When she had gone, Mike came over and knelt beside Bette.

"I'm sorry but I got so hot watching you fool around with Tiger's cock, I just had to do something to get rid of the hard-on I had. Bette, I know this will sound kind of strange to you but Sally would love to have you go down on her."

"You mean, eat her pussy?"

"Exactly. She has always wanted to try being eaten by a woman. She likes you and would love it if you did go down on her and make her come."

"I'll be happy to," Bette agreed, excited even more by the prospect of sucking the beautiful Sally's cunt. "But just please let me have Tiger eat my cunt first. I'm just wild for it and can't wait to feel his tongue on and in my cunt."

"Sure. You go right ahead and you'll get the tongue lapping of your life."

Laying back, Bette spread her legs wide, her pussy mouth opening wide.

"Suck Tiger. Suck me," she whispered throatily, "Lick my cunt. Eat me. Oh eat my cunt. Suck me. SUCK ME."

The dog moved up between her legs and she trembled violently when she felt and heard him sniff at her dripping wet cunt. Bette cried out, her body arching as the dog's tongue lapped at her twat with long, rapid licking motions. She could feel the pubic hairs around her cunt being matted flat at the dog lapped avidly at her pulsating, pink lipped snatch.

Bette cried out with delighted desire, as the dog lapped and lapped furiously at her cunt. Reaching down she held open the soft fold of her cunt mouth. A low cry of sheer rapture came from her when she felt her cunt being licked by that rough, raspy tongue. Her body arched and jerked when she felt his tongue penetrating deeper than anyone's tongue, man or animal had ever gone. He created such exquisite delightful pleasure that Bette was almost delirious with excitement. The unbelievable thrills as that tensed broad tongue rubbed back and forth across her clitoris. She was tremendously excited now, her hips bucking and humping as she was caught up in the swirling world of furious and overpowering lustful desires. A scream ripped from her and she twisted and squirmed as her body was assaulted by wave after wave of the most intense pleasure.

After the intense spasms had ebbed, Bette collapsed on the floor as Tiger licked up her flowing juices. Turning her head she saw Sally standing there, staring at her, a look of highly aroused sensuality on her pretty face. Oddly enough, Bette felt a reawakening of a new desire as she looked at Sally's beautifully bare assed body. Her hips swayed sensuously, her hard nippled tits bouncing thrillingly as she came over to Bette.

"You have a lovely body, Bette," Sally breathed, her breath coming in short, hard gasps. "It is so completely feminine, so shapely and so desirable. Did you like having Tiger lick your pussy Bette? I adore having him eat my cunt. In fact, I just love to have my pussy eaten, period."

Bette's blood raced at the erotic invitation in Sally's lust blazing eyes and voice. She dropped her eyes to that golden fleeced slit, seeing the soft, coral pink lips peeking through the golden covering of silky hair. Unconsciously Bette's hips began to undulate and lift and fall not wanting Tiger to stop that wonderful, sense stirring licking of her pussy. She was so hot, so furiously excited that she panted heavily.

"Why don't you come over here," she breathed staring into Sally's burning with desire eyes. "Come down with me and I will love to eat that delightful, delectable cunt of yours. If you would like me to that is?"