Her mouth was watering. She let a little saliva dribble from her lips and splatter into her open pussy-gash, rubbing it into her hot cunt-folds with her fingertips. Then she brought her hand up to her mouth and licked her cunt-juice from her fingers. It was delicious. She could well understand why her roommate was so eager to eat her out at the drop of a hat-or the drop of her panties, to be more precise.
With a sigh, she leaned back again. It was just too frustrating to have her tongue and lips so close to her pussy and not be able to bridge the gap. How handy it would be to be acrobatic enough to suck her own cunt whenever she wanted to, she thought.
Resigned to what she could get, she picked up the vibrator again. She held her hairy cuntlips open with one hand and rubbed the vibrator around in her pussy and against her fuck-bud, shuddering at the contact. Her thumb toyed with the switch and she was sorely tempted to take a chance, but didn’t dare. Her mom and dad would probably have heart attacks if they heard her vibrator frolicking away in her cunt, she figured.
In actual fact, her mother and father would more likely have had orgasms-but Judy didn’t know that.
Leaning down so that she could see the vibrator, she began to inch the, fat stalk up into her pussy-tunnel. She worked it in to the hilt and jerked it around inside her hot fuckhole. Then she began to pull it out and push it back in, holding it so that the ridge was rubbing directly over her throbbing clit.
It felt nice, yet without the vibrating action it was rather a clinical and detached way to bring herself off, a perfunctory fucking that would certainly make her cream, yet lacked excitement, rather like getting laid by some plain and awkward fellow who had little in the way of technique and showed no enthusiasm.
Her tight pussy sucked on the fuck-tool as it pulled out, her clit flared, and she began to rise toward the peak almost at once. She sprawled back along the bed, knees raised, pounding the plastic prick into her cunt vigorously now. She could hear her cunt slurp and squish as she dragged and shoved the tool in and out.
She wanted to cry out as the waves raced faster and higher, yet she stifled her wails of desire, fearing they would be overheard.
She turned her head into the pillow and moaned as softly as she could as she came to the crest. She held there for a prolonged moment, quivering all through her voluptuous body, then crashed from the peak. She gurgled into the pillow, whipping the fuck stick furiously into her overflowing pussy. Cunt-juice turned to girl cum and poured from her pussy in a deluge, as if a box full of pearls were being melted in the furnace of her loins.
She creamed, ebbed, then creamed again and yet a third time, as the vibrator stuffed her fuckhole and caressed her clit. The last spasm shook her and she whimpered. Her hand slowed down, then halted, with the dildo buried in her pussy.
She lay there, panting, for a few minutes. It had been nice and it had taken the pressure off, but she still felt horny. Judy’s desires were psychological as well as physical, centered as much in her imagination as in her crotch.
Satisfying her body in such a mundane fashion did nothing for her mind.
She pulled the vibrator out of her soaking pussy and held it up, watching ha girl-cum seep down the rod. She ran her tongue up the ridge, lapping her own tasty fuck-juices up, then pushed the knob into her mouth and sucked on it, swallowing the hot nectar and trying to make believe that it was a real prick that had just come, dripping, out of some other girl’s creamy fuckhole.
Then she fingered her drenched pussy, dipping her fingers into her fuckhole, and brought her hand up to her lips, licking and sucking up more of her overflow.
“Fucking hell-I just got to get some prick or pussy!” the girl moaned, seemingly more in need of sex now, despite the fact that she had creamed in her solitary orgasm. But who and how and where? A guy or a girl-she didn’t care which.
Rubbing her cunt some more, keeping it simmering, she considered her options.
Maybe she could meet someone who didn’t know who she was? Someone from out of town, staying at a hotel, would be the ideal solution. She could give him-or her-a false name and fuck him to a frazzle.
It was worth a try, she figured. But she would need some excuse to go out and, more important, to stay out, in case she struck it lucky and got to spend the night away from home.
Then she got a clever idea.
She would tell her parents that she was going over to visit her sister. Judy and Barbara had always gotten along well together and had often had girly conversations about sex. She guessed that Barbara would be willing to cover for her, if she needed an alibi.
Excited by the prospect of potential prick or pussy, Judy jumped up, hid the vibrator and hurriedly dressed.
Maybe her sister would even know some guy? Maybe she can fix her up on the quiet.
Barbara knew lots of guys, of course.
She knew lots of girls, too.
And even as Judy prepared to visit her, Barbara was getting to know another doggy…
CHAPTER NINE
Barbara led the huge Great Dane into the living room and, with the dog lapping at her ass, paused for a moment as she decided what position she wanted to take him on in. Since she’d been getting plenty of doggy fucking from Thor recently, and the assfuck that the Afghan had fed her had also been in the doggy position, she figured it would make a nice change to fuck the Great Dane face to face, human-style. Both postures had specific benefits.
When she got down on all fours, groveling like a bitch in heat while a horny doggy plunged and bucked over her ass, it made her feel deliciously depraved, like an animal herself. But when she balled a doggy face to face, the thrill was enhanced by the fact that she could actually see the dog, without having to look over her shoulder, as he pounded his prick into her, adding a visual element to the degradation she so much loved.
She moved over to a big, comfortable armchair and sat down, her ass perched on the edge and her thighs parted wide. The Great Dane jammed his muzzle in and slurped at her foaming cunt. His heavy red tongue felt as big as a prick as it probed her fuckslot, but tilting her head and gazing under the massive brute, she saw to her delight that his tongue was not nearly as huge as his cock.
The Great Dane’s cockhead was not tapered like most of her doggy lovers. It was a gigantic slab of blunt meat, like the head of a war club that would batter her pussy rather than stab it. His long fuck-stalk was as thick as Barbara’s wrist and his balls looked as big as lemons, loaded with delicious cum.
His tongue whipped up her fuck-tunnel and his big, heavily jowled head ground into her groin. As his tongue tasted her sweetness, his nostrils flared, drinking in her aroma. Whimpers and whines sounded in her crotch, muffled on her cuntmeat against the steady background music of his busily slurping tongue.
She reached down and stroked his cock and balls as he lapped her, but she was careful not to pump his cock in a steady pattern, not wanting to risk bringing him off by hand.
She enjoyed the devoted duty of his tongue for a few minutes, then grasped him by the collar and dragged his head from her crotch. She pulled up with. all her strength, unable to budge the huge beast. But then he seemed to get the idea.
Tensing, he bounded up, planting his front paws in the chair on either side of her hips. His hind legs were braced on the floor, his long, muscular body quivering.
He dropped his wet muzzle and lapped at her tits, then licked eagerly at her face, perhaps recalling in his doggy memory how the woman had let the Alsatian use her mouth. She sucked on his cunt-juice-flavored tongue and rubbed his prick against her tits.
Cupping her fat tit-mounds together around his hairy fuckrod, she let the brute hump her cleavage, watching his slick prick-knob come squeezing out. She lowered her head and licked at his sticky cock-tip, then sucked it into her lips and allowed him to fuck into her face for a moment. His meaty prick was succulent, and Barbara looked forward to sucking him off in due course. But at moment, she was longing for a cuntful of that formidable fuck-tool.