Chapter 3

Karen had bought the Alsatian precisely and specifically as a cuntlapper, some time ago. The big brute had such a lovely cock and balls that naturally, the naughty girl had wondered what it would be like to fuck with him, but she had never really considered it seriously, figuring that his tongue, followed by the reward of a hand-job, was sufficient. At the time she had first decided she wanted a doggy, Karen had had a boyfriend who, although willing and enthusiastic, had not given very good head. He had lapped and sucked away on her pussy for hours, enjoying himself, but his technique had been more enthusiastic than skillful, and Karen couldn't manage to get her rocks off in his mouth. Since creaming on a tongue was one of her true pleasures, it was a frustrating situation compounded by the fact that she liked the guy and didn't really want to cheat on him. Not with another guy, at least.

She had tried a lesbian, first.

With cold calculation and firm intent, Karen had dressed in a sexy outfit, a jade green dress with a slit up the thigh, a black garter belt and net stockings, and as usual with her, no panties. Standing before her full-length looking glass, she had slowly lifted her skirt to judge the effect that she would have on a cunt-hungry dyke and had found the reflection so satisfying that she even wished she were nimble enough to go down on her own pussy. How handy it would be if she had been able to suck herself off, she thought--to have the double pleasure of sucking and being sucked at the same time! To swallow a load of steaming hot pussy cream even as her pussy melted! The idea had made her so horny she felt dizzy with desire. Her bushy black cunt bush and her open, pink pussy were framed by the straps of her garter belt if placed on a platter, ready to be eaten. Slung in those elastic straps, her cunt was like a juicy missile loaded in a catapult. Yeah, she had figured. That's a sight that any cuntlapper will cherish.

Karen had gone to a lesbian bar.

Every hot-tongued dyke in the place had looked at this ravishing beauty with open desire. Karen really was a mouth-watering sight. The place was a rough sort of joint, with a wooden bar and a brass rail. Karen had stood with one foot on the rail in a mannish pose--but there was nothing masculine about the expanse of creamy white thigh that her posture revealed. The barmaid, a brawny woman with tattoos on her forearms and a blonde crewcut, had stared at Karen's tits so hard that she had spilled a drink. Karen had smiled at the fascinated woman, but decided that she would prefer a more feminine type. If she was going to make it with a girl, she wanted it to look and act like a girl, not a replica of a man.

Soon a sexy little redhead with big tits had come up to stand beside her, eyeing Karen speculatively.

"Your first time here?" she asked.

"Yeah," Karen replied.

"You, ahhh--you know what sort of place this is, don't you?" the redhead asked.

"Oh, sure. It's a dyke joint," said Karen.

The redhead, whose name was Cindy, had blinked at that open admission, then smiled.

"You don't look like a lesbian," she said.

"I'm not," Karen said.

Cindy looked disappointed.

"I guess you are, though, huh?" Karen asked.

"Well--yeah," Cindy confessed.

Karen had raised her glass and sipped, her white teeth clicking on the rim and the tip of her tongue sliding slowly across her lower Hp.

Then, coming directly to the point, Karen said, "Do you suck cunt?"

Cindy had blushed and looked confused. She had wondered if Karen was making fun of her, mocking her inclinations? But Karen wasn't laughing. She was waiting for an answer.

"Yes, I suck cunt," Cindy replied, nodding, gazing nervously at the raven-haired beauty.

Karen raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"Would you like to suck me off, Cindy?"

"Oh! Oh, shit, yes!" Cindy wailed.

Without further ado, Karen and Cindy had left the bar, followed by the envious gaze of the other cunt-hungry dykes seated, stiff-tongued, around the room.

They had gone back to Cindy's apartment. Karen had not wasted any time. No sooner was she in the place than she drew her dress up and gave Cindy a look at her pussy. Cindy had already been drooling, and at that delicious sight, she began to slobber.

Karen sat down in a comfortable chair, her skirt above her waist and her legs extended to the floor, thighs apart. She had reached down and opened her cuntlips with her fingertips. The inner folds were dripping with juice and her clit was swollen and tingling. Cunt cream trickled down into the crack of her ass. Her cunt was so hot it was steaming. Cindy had never seen such a delicious sight before.