"Are you alone?" Molly asked as she stood on the doorstep.
"Yes… come on in," said Carla.
It was possible that never in the history of mankind had there been two such hot cunts in the same place at the same time. If cunts had been made of uranium, their two seething pussies would have reached critical mass and set off a nuclear explosion.
They went into the living room, both squishing as they walked.
"Want a drink?" asked Carla.
"Okay."
There was a certain tension between them, as if both sensed the other's raging need, a speculative and hopeful nervousness.
Carla made them each a gin and tonic.
She sat opposite Molly.
Her soaking panties were still on the floor, where she'd tossed as she readied her cunt for the mongrel. She wondered if Molly had noticed them. Automatically, her knees parted slightly, just in case Molly wanted to look at her cunt.
Molly had noticed the panties.
But she assumed that Carla had brought Sam home and fucked him in the living room and that, therefore, Carla would be satisfied.
"Well?" Carla asked.
"I… I wanted your advice."
"Oh? About what?"
"Well… gee, I don't know how to begin." Molly looked flustered, her blue eyes darting nervously. "Carla, I drove down to my husband's office this afternoon. I… well, I was feeling horny, you see. And Jake was working late. So I thought I'd surprise him at the office… and get laid there, on the couch."
Carla, who understood such things, smiled.
"But I saw him fucking his secretary!" Molly blurted out.
"What?"
"On top of his desk!"
"The swine!" Carla exclaimed.
"I just didn't know what to do. He doesn't know that I saw him, and I don't know if I should tell him, or just let it go or what. That's why I wanted your advice."
Carla considered for a moment.
So Molly was horny, too, was she?
Carla didn't give a damn if Molly's husband cheated on her or not, but she viewed the situation with self-interest. It definitely held interesting possibilities.
She figured that it might be a good idea to get the conversation around to cuntsucking. "Well, I don't know what you'll think of the idea, but I'll tell you what I did when I caught my husband fooling around one time. I wouldn't let him fuck me for a month."
"Oh! But that's sort of like cutting off your nose to spite your face, isn't it?" Molly protested. Denying Jake pussy was the last thing that she wanted.
"Not exactly. You see, I wouldn't let him fuck me, but I made him suck my cunt twice a day. Oh, how horny the bastard would get, lapping away like crazy and not getting anything for himself. He pleaded and begged. He said he'd even settle on a handjob. But I wouldn't give him a damned thing until the whole month was up. That sure cured his roving eye!" She paused significantly. "And I do love to get my pussy sucked off, too."
But Molly didn't take the hint… yet.
Molly said: "That was a clever idea… but it probably won't work for me, though. If I don't let Jake fuck me, he'll probably just fuck his damned secretary all the more often."
"Ummm… well, have you thought about getting even with him? Fucking some other guy?"
Carla was surprised when Molly blushed a bright red.
Molly started to speak, then faltered, her eyed downcast, the blush spreading up from her throat to her cheeks. Carla wondered what on earth had embarrassed the blonde girl. Surely, the mere thought of committing adultery shouldn't have had such an effect on her?
"That… that was something else I wanted to tell you," Molly stammered. "I mean… I shouldn't tell anyone, because it's very naughty, but I want to tell you and… oh, dear! I was very, very dumb."
"You mean you have cheated on Jake, already?" Carla asked.
"No. I mean, yes. I mean… I don't know if it was cheating or not, Carla. It depends on the definition."
"What on earth are you talking about?" asked Carla, mystified by Molly's words and behavior.
Molly took a deep breath.
"It was all your fault!" she wailed.
"What in hell do you mean?"
"All that talk about… about dogs."
"What? You don't mean…"
Molly gave a little nod. "I'm afraid so."
Carla began to grin, pleased to discover that her friend had shared that particular perversion.
"It happened this afternoon, just after I left you in the cocktail lounge," Molly explained. "There was a bitch in heat in the garden, and a couple big dogs were chasing her. Normally, I wouldn't have thought anything about it, but after all those things that you'd been telling me earlier… well…"
"You fucked a dog?" Carla asked eagerly.
Molly saw that Carla was not shocked. Far from it. She was surprised by the confession, but she looked delighted.
Molly took heart from Carla's reactions.
She even managed a shy smile as she said: "Even worse, really. I called both dogs into house."
"Oooooh! You fucked both of them?"
"Well, no. Only the boxer fucked me. But oh, I really am so crazy… I blew both of them!"
"My God!" Carla exclaimed.
"Is that awfully disgusting?" Molly asked.
"Not at all," Carla reassured her.
"It was kind of yummy," Molly said, and giggled.
"I didn't mention it before – I thought it might shock you – but I enjoy a mouthful of dog prick, too, once in awhile. Sucking their cock makes them nice and hard for fucking."
"Yeah, but I let both of them shoot in my mouth."
"Molly… I'm proud of you!" Carla gasped enthusiastically.
Molly smiled demurely, graciously accepting the compliment. "But that's why I was so horny, why I went to my husband's office. See, after the boxer had fucked me, I sucked both dogs off and got all hot again. And now I'm still so damned hot, and I don't know what to do about it."
"Funny you should mention that," said Carla, springing the velvet trap. "Because I'm horny, too."
"You? But didn't that guy from the bar…"
"The bastard was a premature ejaculator and he wouldn't even go down on me after he got his rocks off!"
"How cruel!" Molly exclaimed.
"And that's not all. When I got home, there was this damned mongrel in the yard. So I called him in and gave him some hamburger, then played with his prick… and the fucking dog turned out to be a premature ejaculator, too! It's left me with a hot pussy and a terrible headache!"
The two horny girls studied each other.
They were both thinking the same thing, and they both knew they were thinking the same thing, but which one of them was going to make the welcome suggestion?
Carla figured that Molly was too shy to take the initiative, no matter how interested she was. She thought she might even be too shy to respond to an open suggestion from Carla. It was the sort of thing that you had to work up to gradually.
Carla stood up.
She lifted her dress all the way up above her tits.
"Look at all the jism that damned mongrel wasted by coming before he was in my cunt!" she said.
She shot one hip out saucily, letting Molly admire her sexy body with the excuse of looking at the dog cum. When she finally lowered her dress, she was gratified to see that Molly was nervously licking her lips and that a hungry look had come into her sexy blue eyes.
Carla moved over and sat beside Molly on the couch.
Molly's throat worked. She was sweating.
"Have you brushed your teeth since the dogs came in your mouth?" Carla wanted to know.
Molly shook her head.
"Let me see. Stick your tongue out."
Molly did so. Carla looked at the pink tip and then, grinning wickedly, leaned over and took Molly's tongue into her mouth, sucking on it. Molly began to pant.
"Ummm, yeah, you weren't lying," Carla said. "I can still taste dog jism on your tongue."
Molly giggled.
"Want to taste some mongrel cum?" Carla asked.
"All right," Molly whispered.
Carla drew her dress up again. The dog's jism had congealed all over her belly and tits. She arched her back, pushing upwards. Molly leaned over her and licked at her stomach and belly. The cum liquified again as her hot tongue bathed it. She lapped it up.
"It tastes better when you drink it straight out of a dog's prick," she said, sampling the second-hand jism on her tastebuds. She lapped some more, drooling, her frothy saliva coating Carla's shimmering belly. She tongued a pool from her belly button.
"There's more of it on my tits," Carla panted.
It was all the invitation that Molly required. She began to run her tongue around the brunette's smooth tit globes and up her deep, cum-smeared cleavage. She sucked a stiff nipple into her lips.
"Ummm," she purred.
It was the first tit that Molly had ever mouthed, and she saw instantly why men always enjoyed doing it. Carla's nipple gnarled up in her lips. She sucked gently, nursing on the tasty nugget of flesh. After a while, she raised her head and gazed into Carla's eyes.
"Maybe I should lap some cum from you, now," Carla whispered.
Molly knew damned well what Carla meant.
But she feigned innocence.
"But you've already sucked it from my tongue," she said. "And the dogs didn't shoot on my belly."
Carla was laughing, delighted by the blonde's faked innocence. Then she stopped laughing and a glint of hot passion lighted her jade-green eyes. Her tongue slid across her lips.
"Shall I suck it from your cunt?" she asked.
"Oh! Oh, Carla, would you?" whimpered Molly.
"Um-hum."
"Will you… will you do it until I come?"
"Oh, yes, Molly, I'll suck you off," Carla said. "I know how it is to need an orgasm."
"I… I'll suck you off, if you'll do me!" Molly volunteered. Then, getting carried away by the situation and no longer feeling any need to act the naive innocent, Molly leaned closer. "Oh, Carla… I do want to lap you pussy until you cream!"
This, thought naughty Carla, is a very handy arrangement.
She began undressing Molly. When she had removed her friend's blouse, she spent some time sucking on her tits and kissing her while her hands roved all over the blonde's ripe, nubile body, caressing and fondling. Then she took Molly's skirt off and drew her panties down slowly, exposing her golden vee and steaming cunt little by little. When Molly was naked, Carla sat back on her heels, holding the blonde's panties in her hand. She brought them to her mouth and began to lick the sodden crotchband, staring at Molly as she did so.
"Ummm… your cuntjuice is delicious," Carla purred.
"There's more where that came from," Molly said, and she arched her back and spread her thighs, pushing her cunt up as if it were a meal served on a hairy tray.
Carla tossed the panties aside.
She went down on Molly and began to dine.
Carla might not have been a lesbian, but she could suck cunt with the best of them! She used her tongue and lips skillfully, paying attention to the details, concentrating on the sensitive points, giving the blonde all the pleasure that she could, and enjoying the succulent snack as she did so. Molly was so overheated that she creamed almost immediately. But Carla kept right on lapping away and soon had the blonde surging up to a second climax. Cuntjuice, flavored with boxer cum, poured over Carla's nimble tongue, and she swallowed it down eagerly. Through the misty haze of her own ecstasy, Molly did not fail to notice how much Carla was enjoying eating her cunt. The blonde was looking forward to doing some pussy lapping, herself. Her tongue seemed to be getting as tingly and hot as her clit.
"Come… come for me, baby," Carla whimpered, the words muffled right up Molly's juice pussy, so that she felt them as well as heard them. "Cream in my mouth, Molly, honey."
Molly's cunt melted again.
She sprawled back along the couch, panting. Carla continued to tongue away for awhile, to make sure that she had worked out every spasm of Molly's pleasure and milked out every precious drop of the sexy blonde's tasty pussy juice.
When she raised her head, her lips were glistening with cream.
"Nice?" she whispered.
"Oh, Carla… yes!"
Carla raised an eyebrow, and Molly grinned.
"Now it's your turn," said Carla.
Molly didn't mind at all.
Carla spread her lean, trembling thighs, and Molly slid between them, gazing at her juicy cunt. It was gaping open, her pussy lips unfurled, her fuck slot flooded with cream. Carla's clit stood out from her juicy cunt crack like a little man in a boat. Molly paused before she began to suck her first-ever pussy, but it was not from reluctance or any last second misgivings or inhibitions. She was merely savoring the expectation and thrilling to the sight. Her mouth was watering for her first taste. She looked up shyly at Carla and grinned. Carla's eyes were narrowed, her cream-smeared lips parted, her face a mask of passion. It would be wonderful to make the horny woman cream with her tongue, Molly thought – and wonderful to be lapping that cream out of her savory fuck slot, as well.
Molly spread Carla's cunt open even wider with her fingertips and, leaning in, took her first lick.
It was even tastier than she had hoped.
She began tonguing joyfully up the brunette's pussy, along her cuntlips, over her throbbing clit. Carla began to churn and thrash about in ecstasy as that willing tongue lapped her pussy. Then Molly fitted her lips to the woman's parted cuntlips, tilting her head to the side, and she began to suck eagerly. As her lips sucked, she stabbed her hot tongue as far up the brunette's fuck hole as she would reach.
"Oooooh!" Carla wailed.
"Ummm," purred Molly.
With the very first lick, Molly had discovered that sucking a cunt was every bit as good as having her own cunt sucked, the sort of wonderful, mutual pleasure of which a sexy girl dreams.
She began fingerfucking up Carla's cunt with three stiff, bunched fingers, twisting them in as she sucked on her swollen clit and tongued her flowing fuck slot.
"Oh! Oh, Molly… I'm gonna cream!" wailed Carla.
"Do it! Do it!" Molly squealed.
She sucked voraciously, and her tongue stabbed in a frenzy and Carla's steaming cunt fluttered and creamed. As cuntjuice gushed out, Molly swallowed her first female orgasm and kept right on sucking, hoping that orgasm would endure for a long time.
At long last, Carla stopped coming and purred with contentment.
Molly gave her cunt a few last laps, then moved up, curling into a loving embrace. The two horny women kissed, both of their lips, tasting of each other's juices.
"Did you like it?" Carla asked.
"Ummmm… I loved sucking your cunt."
"Now that we've done it, maybe we can suck each other off all the time, okay?"
"I'd like that," Molly agreed. But then she frowned. "I did adore sucking you, Carla, but I still feel like some big, stiff prick!"
"Yeah, cuntsucking does give a girl that urge," Carla agreed.
And at that very moment, there came a scratching on the door.