"I love to suck cunt," Veronica said.
"So do I – I adore your cunt, darling."
Veronica giggled.
"Just think of all the time we've wasted," she said. "We've been friends for years and we could have been sucking each other off ages ago. How silly we were!"
Linda looked demure, lowering her long lashes.
"I always wanted to eat you," she admitted. "When I used to watch you getting fucked, my mouth watered for your pussy. And I was too shy – I didn't know if you felt the same way."
"Oh, yes! I sure did. I always wanted to drag the guy's prick out of you by the balls and replace it with my mouth!"
"I'm sure glad we found out."
"Oh, yes! Now we can go to bed together whenever we like! It won't matter how long our husbands stay away on business, as long as we have each other's tongues – and pussies."
They kissed again and there was more passion in it.
The were both thinking that it might be pleasant to have a repeat performance.
Veronica said: "Just think how it would have turned our boyfriends on, to see you and I eat each other out! They would have gone wild! I'd like to do that, sometime, Linda – if you want to. Pick up a strange man, or a couple of men – guys that don't know who we are and who we will never see again – and let them watch us suck each other off. Then fuck us, of course. Would you like that, too?"
"Ummmm – that would be great!"
They kissed yet again, and tongues were exchanged, twining together from mouth to mouth.
"Want to sixty-nine?" Veronica suggested.
"Ummmm – that would be lovely."
"Let's see if we can make each other come at the same time. Okay? So that we're both drinking cunt juice and creaming together!"
Linda was enthusiastic about that idea.
She started to twist around into the sixty-nine position, long limbs gracefully gliding into place. The two tall girls were perfectly matched for this act of mutual love, long and leggy. They cupped each other by the ass and buried their eager faces and began to tongue and suck pussy with hearty appetites.
They got the timing just right.
Both of their hot cunts melted at the same instant so that they were knowing ecstatic joy at both ends cumming and drinking cunt juice, their tongues every bit as thrilled as their clits.
It lasted for a long time.
And it was so wonderful that they wished it had lasted even longer, and they were impatient to get hot so they could do it yet again…
The sun had angled over the house now and the room was darkening. Veronica got up to open the curtains. She wanted to see what she was eating.
Linda watched her luscious ass sway as she crossed the room, wondering if Veronica might like to have her asshole tongued. The depraved thought thrilled her. She was feeling naughtier than she ever had before. She guessed it was because she had been inspired by the thought of that girl getting fucked by a donkey, to begin with, and now was added the thrilling idea of having a man watch while Veronica and she sucked each other off.
Veronica had been filled with fuck-lust for the same reasons.
Now that gorgeous redhead drew the curtains aside and gasped.
"What is it?" Linda asked. She hoped that it wasn't someone coming to visit, for she didn't want their fun to be interrupted.
But Veronica was smiling – and looking amazed.
"You'll never guess!" she said.
"What?" Linda asked.
"You'll never guess what is walking across the yard!"
"Tell me!" Linda squealed, curious as to why her friend was looking so amazed – and so thrilled.
"A handsome young man with a hard-on!" said Veronica.
"Oh! Shall we?"
"But that isn't all!"
Linda sat up, bursting with curiosity.
"He's walking a dog!" cried Veronica.
Linda sprang to her feet and dashed across the room, her big tits bobbing up and down. She stopped beside Veronica at the window, looking out. It was true! The young man had a big cock-bulge in the front of his pants, and he had a dog on a leash.
The dog was a huge Great Dane!
Linda and Veronica turned to took at each other in awe.
"It must be fate," Veronica whispered.
"It's sure a wonderful coincidence," Linda agreed.
"Shall we invite them in?"
"Oh! Do you think we should?"
"It would be awfully naughty," Veronica murmured, fluttering her long eyelashes and lowering her gaze.
"It sure would!" exclaimed Linda.
How could they deny the workings of inexorable fate?
"Let's!" said Linda.
And so they did.
CHAPTER SIX
Christopher Walsh was eighteen years old and he wanted to be a cowboy and learn to ride a horse, but for the moment he had to settle for a job as a dog-walker. There were a good many dogs on the housing estate because the people who lived there were security conscious. So Christopher was able to get all the dog-walking work that he wanted and, if a dog was not a horse, it was better than say, a cat.
Chris was a tall, lean young man with sandy hair that fell over his brow and an innocent sort of face – despite the fact that he was in the habit of jerking off at least three times a day.
He was still a virgin. The furthest he had ever gotten with a girl was when Betty Jane Humboldt had allowed him to feel her up. And he might have gotten even further except that he had creamed in his pants at the first touch of tit, and naughty Betty Jane had been annoyed with him for wasting such a lovely load of spunk.
Chris had jerked off that morning.
But a subsequent event had brought his admirable young prick springing back to attention. That had taken place when, a short time ago, he had called for the Great Dane. The woman who owned the big dog was a sexy divorcee of thirty, sultry and seductive. Chris had often thought about that lady while jerking off.
Today he had arrived a bit early and she had still been in bed, apparently – for she had answered the door wearing only a set of shorty pajamas. The top clung to her tits, outlining the heavy globes and the stiff nipples. Her legs were splendid. She looked sleepy. When she went to fetch the dog, Chris had admired her bouncy ass and curvaceous hips. He wondered if she realized how sexy she looked to him, and was teasing him – or if she merely considered him a child?
Up came his prick. When she returned with the dog, Christopher tried to conceal his hard-on but, by squirming and jamming his hands in his pockets, he only drew attention to his cock-bulge.
The divorcee had smiled, amused.
For a moment, the lad had thought that she was going to suggest that he use that hard cock on her.
She certainly seemed to be thinking about it.
But in the end nothing had happened and the young man had walked off with the Great Dane and the great hard-on. He was in a quandary. He felt like pounding his prick to relieve the tension, but he remembered how he'd angered Betty Jane when he'd creamed in his jeans. And he was still hoping that the attractive divorcee might seduce him later, when he brought the dog back. If there was a hope of that, the boy certainly didn't want to waste a fine hard-on and spill his jism by hand. Still, it was uncomfortable with his cockmeat bloated and pounding in his jeans, and the thought of getting it emptied was pleasant. If only he could be sure about the woman's intentions.
In fact, if Chris had known about the divorcee's inclinations, he would have been harder and hotter than ever. She kept the Great Dane more for companionship than protection, and had bought the dog as soon as she separated from her husband. While waiting for her divorce to be settled and alimony granted, she had not thought it wise to entertain men and, therefore, had entertained the dog.