Chapter 128

Later, back in the kitchen sipping more coffee, Helene said, “I know what you want, Riley. Paulie. I just don’t think I’m ready yet.” She sounded apologetic as if she were letting the team down.

Helene mused, “Maybe if a couple of other mothers, but...”

“That’s okay, Helene, I understand.” She patted her hand, “Just remember my offer to show Paul a good time.”

“I’m sorry, I wish I had your guts.”

“Don’t be. The time will come or it won’t. Now I have to scoot. Mind if I leave this one here?”

“Oh, must you, Riley? You know what he’ll want. I mean I am a respectable married woman.”

Riley folded her arms and looked crossly at her son, “Don’t you dare do anything that Mrs. Hutchinson doesn’t want.” She bent down, kissed him, kissed Helene, and left.

Helene smiled and held out her hand to him, “Come on.”

Molly

Hillary Flowers, the 47-year-old mother of six, was Riley’s first beagle-experiment.

The two women were sipping coffee in Hillary’s kitchen on a sunny morning. One of Riley’s little Hispanic butt-boys was sitting on the floor between Hillary’s thighs, busily slurping at her pussy.

Hillary smiled, “José is getting better.”

Riley smiled back, “That’s Pedro.”

“It is? Huh.”

“Hillary, you ever let a dog lick your pussy?”

The woman grinned, “You thinking about Molly?”

“I am.”

“No, that’s one thing I never tried.”

“Lets give it a whirl. When you’re finished with Pedro.”

Hillary thought about it, and shrugged, “You only go around once.”

Ten minutes later they were walking arm-in-arm to Alice’s apartment. The woman led them right back to her bed and placed a pillow under Hillary’s butt.

Riley checked that the cameras were turned on. The hidden cameras would still have captured everything, but she wanted to remind Hillary that her dog-debut was being filmed.

Alice sat beside Hillary, and patted the bed between her legs. Molly jumped up and lay on her tummy. Scooted forward until her nose was about an inch away from the target.

Alice spoke cheerfully, “She’s been trained for my specific pussy, but she’ll still get you off. It just won’t be as nuanced, as intense, as with me.”

Hillary, genuinely curious, said, “What should I expect?”

“You’ll probably be surprised at how rough her tongue is. Not like sandpaper, but there’s a lot more texture than with a girl’s tongue.”

“Got it.”

Alice used both hands to gently open Hillary, “There are three commands. When I tap you here and say ‘C-L-I-T’, she’ll go for it.”

“Okay.”

“When I say, ‘F-U-R-L’, she’ll roll her tongue into a tight circle and work it into your pussy.”

“Cool.”

Then when I say, “C-U-N-T’, she scoots all the way up to you and jams her tongue all the way in. That’s when you’ll really feel the roughness.”

“Oh God.”

“If she was used to your pussy, trained on it, she go back and forth on your C-L-I-T’, but she doesn’t know your ‘C-U-N-T’ that well so I’ll stimulate it for her.” Alice tapped the woman’s clit.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”