Chapter 8

Bette and Don continued to receive letters from other couples and single women who had found dogs and other animals to be sexually exciting and satisfying. They were amazed by the number of people who engaged in bestiality in one form or another.

There was one letter that interested both of them very much. It was from a middle aged couple who had a small farm about seventy miles from the city. She, Marcia, said she was simply crazy about animals and that Jack, her husband, had also engaged in acts of bestiality with some of the animals on their farm.

Their letter, though explicit and frank, had not been at all offensive and the pictures they had enclosed showed them to be a nice looking average couple. After reading the letter and looking at the photograph, Bette and Don decided to accept their invitation to spend a weekend. Don called them and the Wilsons were delighted to hear from them and told them they would be looking forward to their visit.

"Your wife isn't prudish in any way is she?" Jack asked.

"No. Why?"

"Well, some people say they like animals but when it comes to doing the things they talk about, it is a different story."

"You don't have to worry about Bette, she goes the whole route and has with several dogs."

"That's good. Then we will be looking forward to seeing you on Saturday. I can promise you thrills such as you have never known before," Marcia said to Bette. "And I don't think your husband will suffer from lack of attention either."

There was just enough erotic conversation to stimulate both Don and Bette so they accepted the invitation.

They were pleased when they drove up to the Wilson's small but well- kept farm. They were even more pleased when Marcia Wilson came out to meet them. She was a real pretty woman of about thirty five but her figure left nothing to be desired. The shorts she was wearing were extremely brief and the skimpy halter revealed a little better than average tits.

"Hi," she said to them, kissing each of them, her tongue darting into Don's mouth when she kissed him. "Jack's inside mixing up a batch of his favorite concoction. Now there is a sexy word for you."

Jack wasn't a bad looking man with a powerfully built body and his smile made both Bette and Don feel at home as did both Marcia's and his attitude. He handed each of them a drink and the four of them sat down in the comfortably furnished living room.

"There's no doubt, about all of us having the same interest, is there? I mean sexual relations with animals. I know some people we have met and had up here had a feeling of shame as if what they wanted to do was a dirty perversion. They got guilt feelings about making it with an animal."

"That's not true of us and especially Bette," Don replied. "I know that I can speak for her in saying that we are not kids about something like this so called abnormality. Bette likes it, loves to be screwed or eaten by our dog and frankly, I know that I find it tremendously exciting. He has licked me and made me come too."

"Good. I'm so glad to hear that," Marcia smiled. "Would you like to visit our barn? We have two dogs out there, a very well trained Dalmatian who is really hung and a Doberman who goes on and on and on forever. But, if you are willing to try something else Bette beside a dog, as I have, we have a real treat for you."

Bette felt herself getting terrifically excited as they walked out to the barn. Jack told her how they had bought the place, fixed it all up and loved it. Then they read an ad about pet lovers, answered it and the next thing they knew they found themselves caught up in bestiality. Looking over Bette smiled when she saw Don's arm around Marcia's slim waist while Marcia's slid back and forth idly across his hard-on.

Bette was glad of this. Some of the couples they had met, had only wanted to be fucked especially the women or tongued by the dogs, leaving poor Don off with a bad case of sore balls. Once the husband had sucked Don off and though Don had admitted later that he had enjoyed it, he still preferred a cunt or woman's mouth. From the way Marcia was acting now, Don would get his fucking or cocksucking. Marcia and Jack had assured them that they too both enjoyed fucking or being fucked by people as well as animals.

There were five animals in the barn including the two dogs. There was a cow, a bull and a beautiful pinto pony.

"Our horse is out in the pasture right now," Jack explained. "Later on, if you want, we can bring him in too."

When Bette saw the beautiful pinto pony she felt a furious pulsing in her cunt, a rising tide of sexual desire sweeping over her. She watched as Marcia walked over to the pony's stall and called for the others to come over and join her.

"Bette have you ever seen a pony's prick before? Well, take a look, a good look, at this one." Bette's blood raced in her veins when she looked down at that huge thick prick hanging almost a full twelve inches below the pony's belly. She had seen pictures of horse cocks, even seen those exciting pricks hanging down on horses but to be this close to this huge immense cock had her hotter than she had been in ages.

It was as thick as her wrist and the head of it looked like a monstrous head of a man's prick. The thick barrel was a dark greyish color with big splotches of bright pink. Bette could feel her cunt twitching and pulsing, the warm juices dribbling from between those pink lips as her excitement mounted. It was the longest, biggest and thickest prick she had ever seen.

"Oh my goodness," she gasped when she saw Marcia reach down to hold that immense organ in both hands, sliding them back and forth along its gigantic length. "What a handsome prick."

"Wait until you see how big the stallion's is. His cock makes the pony's seem like a toy. Why don't you show Bette and Don some of your little tricks Marci," Jack urged his wife, smiling at Bette and Don.

Marcia stood back and started to disrobe then suggested that the others do the same. Bette's heart hammered in her chest when she saw the immensity of Jack's stiff prick. It was long, thick and as hard as an iron bar. It was much bigger than Don's and she involuntarily licked her lips as she stared at its red tipped majestic size.

"You like big cocks," Jack said softly to her, "feel it. Go ahead. Take it in your hand. I don't mind."

Bette's head swam and the juices flowed copiously from her twat as her fingers closed around that massive prick, her fingers barely able to encircle its thickness. Her cunt muscles fluttered as she felt his stiff prick throbbing mightily and hotly in her grasp.

Hearing a sound near the pony, Bette turned to look at Marcia who was now as naked as the others. She did have a lovely body, compact and sexy with a full rounded ass, her tits not big but more than enough to fill each of Don's hands and her cunt was a delightful pink slit.

At Marcia's suggestion, the three of them moved closer to the stall as she went inside with the pony. Reaching down, Bette took Don's stiff hot cock in her free hand, her senses swimming at the feel of two beautifully hard cocks in her hands.

Her breath was coming in short, irregular gasps when she felt Jack's hand reach over to gently rub against her soaking wet pussy. At the same time, he gently inserted one finger in her contracting well lubricated snatch. Don slid his finger down the crack of her ass, slowly working the tip of it into that tight, puckered asshole.

But what excited Bette most was seeing Marcia reach down to take that unbelievable prick in her hands once more. She sucked in her breath, feeling her lungs swell, her heart beating hard and irregularly as she wondered what the pretty brunette was going to do. Wild, abandoned wanton thoughts raced through Bette's mind when she saw Marcia's hands sliding back and forth that incredible prick. The slow in and out motions of Jack's finger in her pussy, of Don's working in her asshole, had Bette experiencing fantastically sensually exciting sensations.

She loved the feeling of lust that threatened to swamp her. Soft moans of passion slipped from between her parted lips when she saw the lovely Marcia playing with the pony's dangling prick. It was obvious that the pony was well trained. He just stood there, his only signs of excitement were the slow lengthening and hardening of his prick and the way his sides heaved.

The slim lovely Marcia was lust personified as she rubbed that huge pony prick across her stiff nippled tits. There was a look of intense sexuality on her face and Bette could see the flow of white come trickling out of her cunt and down her legs. The sight so excited Bette, that her hands moved faster up and down the two stiff pricks she was holding. She was overcome with the strong desire, the wish to have that fabulously thick long pony cock in her hand or in her cunt. Her hands moved faster and faster now feeling the two cocks pulsate furiously as she jerked both men off.

Marcia was moaning wildly as she rubbed her hands up and down his cock, rubbing the head of it over her heaving tits, belly and hairy twat. The pony's load suddenly spurted out all over the wildly sobbing Marcia. At the same time, the cocks in Bette's hands exploded. The two streams of creamy white thick juices shot fully ten or fifteen feet away, each spurt following falling shorter and shorter until only a long, stringy drop fell from those deep red knobs as the two men, tremendously excited by Marcia's making the pony come plus the skilled jerking of their pricks, gasped and gurgled as they finished coming.

When the two cocks had softened and grown limp in her hand Bette wiped the thick warm creamy fluids off and turned just as Marcia got to her feet and moved toward her.

"Kiss me," the brunette breathed deeply, her come covered body trembling madly. "Oh please, kiss me Bette."

Caught in a frenzy of lust, Bette took the lovely brunette's body in her arms. Their lips mashed together, their tongues driving deep into one another's mouth. Bette quivered at the feel of Marcia's stiff peaked tits against her own, their hairy cunts grinding hard against one another but more thrilling than this was the feel of the pony's come, still warm, that squished against her body. The feel of that strongly pungent heavy white, slippery sperm spreading across her own heated flesh filled her with an overwhelming sense of sexual abandon.

Bette felt her hand slip down between Marcia's come slick thighs and onto her cunt. It was soft, hot and soaking wet.

"Make me come," the brunette moaned, her hips jerking back and forth in quick, short rapid in and out motions. "Please Bette. MAKE ME COME! Play with my cunt. You know what to do to make me come."

Almost hypnotized by her strong desires and animal lusts, Bette began to push and caress Marcia's enlarged clitoris. It was only seconds before the panting brunette screamed as she shook violently then went limp against Bette. Bette felt that pulsing cunt open, inundating her moving hand with her come. All she needed, Bette chuckled to herself was to make herself come on her hand, then she would have everyone's load on her hands.

By now, her entire body was throbbing with raw, wild, animal passion. Her pussy was palpitating frantically as her warm cunt juices continued to ooze out of it.

"Would you like to feel the pony's cock, Bette?" Jack asked as Marcia rose and moved over to stand beside Don. "I'd let you try to take his cock in your pussy but I don't think you are quite ready to be fucked by him."

The thought of having that fabulous cock in her hands, to maybe even lick and tongue its gigantic tubular length had Bette's blood boiling in her veins. She actually felt faint so powerful were her lusts. She stared down at that huge prick dangling below the pony's belly, thicker, bigger and longer than any cock she had ever seen. She was hot, steaming hot and needed sexual relief in any form possible right now. She would have agreed to doing anything if it would have relieved that burning itch in her cunt.

Obeying Jack's orders, she knelt beside the pony, her heart leaping into her throat as she reached up under the pony to feel that huge thick prick and take it in her hand. Swept up in a roaring tide of sexual abandonment, Bette moaned softly when she felt her fingers barely managing to encompass it, as she began to rub her hands back and forth along that fearsome weapon. Shock waves of the most intense excitement radiated through her at the feel of that wet, slippery prick. Feelings she had never known before assailed her, sensations that it was impossible to describe. As hot and as excited as she had been the first time she had felt a dog's prick, it was nothing compared to now with this unbelievable prick, this hot, slimy cock in her hands. To her delighted amazement, she felt it lengthen and harden even more as she jerked on it gently and smoothly.

"Ooooohhhh, it's fantastic. It's wonderful. I love it. What a thrill to feel this great big thick cock," Bette sobbed trembling with delighted joy. Caught up now in a swelling tide of bestial lust she stroked and caressed the pony's prick faster and faster.

Turning to Jack, who was kneeling beside her, his huge thick, red knobbed prick quivering, she asked him if she could kiss and lick it.

"Hell yes," Jack replied. "He loves that. Marcia does it to him quite a bit and when he comes it seems even greater than when he fucks. Wait I'll get the bench she uses when she sucks him."

While she was waiting, Bette turned to look at Marcia and Don. They both smiled at her, their eyes fastened on Bette's hands around the pony's cock while Marcia stroked Don's rigid shaft with loving caresses. As she looked, Marcia with a guttural cry of desire, fell to her knees in front of Don, rubbed the red tip of his hard-on back and forth across her lips, her tongue darting out to lick all around the head of it before her hands pulled Don's prick to her wide open mouth. Bette sucked in her breath when she saw Marcia's mouth engulf the entire length of Don's cock. Then, holding Don by the back of his thighs, Marcia began to suck him deeply.

Maddened by the stimulating erotic spectacle of her husband being sucked off by the sexy Marcia and the thrills that coursed through her feverish body, Bette felt more eager for sex than at any other time in her life. Her body shuddered and shivered continually from the tremendous excitement generated by this bizarre and furiously stimulating experience.

Filled with the boiling need for sexual gratification, Bette continued to stroke and caress that gigantic prick. Her heart pounded and hammered when Jack came back wheeling a low, well padded bench.

"Here. Let me get this under you. It is made so that you can just lay back and really enjoy yourself. I made it specially for Marcia but I think you will fit it fine. Besides, I will be here just in case, so relax Bette and really enjoy it all."

Bette lay on the soft bench, her eyes fastened on that huge flanged head of the pony's tremendous cock. Sliding down under him until Jack told her she was in the right position for sucking his cock, Bette took it in her hand and raised it to her lips. Her nostrils were assailed by a strong, pungent odor that only served to stimulate her sexual feelings more. Slowly she let the tip of her tongue slide around that immense pinkish-grey head. So overwhelming were the sensations at the taste of the pony cock, at the thought that she was actually licking a pony's prick that her cunt contracted violently and she came once more.

Recovering, she slid her mouth and lips up and down along the sides and underpart of the full length of that incredible prick. Her tongue lapped wildly at its slimy, slippery and exciting hardness, the sharp acrid taste unlike anything she had ever known or anything she had ever tasted. Back and forth she moved her mouth, kissing and licking that phenomenal cock, her darting tongue laving that fiercely throbbing pony cock with wet, ardent caresses. Reaching that gigantic head again, she rubbed it back and forth across her tingling lips. Her tongue licked and probed at that slotted opening which was much larger than a man's and tastier too. Her saliva literally coated that immense head as her juices filled her mouth. A thrill shot through her when she felt a drop of the pony's juices ooze out of that opening.