Chapter 2

The huge bull mastiff dog came walking into the back yard of the converted farmhouse with a stiff-legged gait. His big, blunt head turned slowly from side to side, sniffing. His amber eyes glinted and his long, red tongue lolled out.

The dog wanted to get laid.

The big brute had a hard-on, a gigantic fuck-tool quite in proportion to his powerful, two-hundred-pound body. He lusted for someplace to slide that hard-on, someplace hot and wet and slippery. His balls were swollen as big as melons. He needed to empty them.

There was not a bitch in heat in the area. His keen canine senses assured the dog of that. And yet the dumb brute had scented hot pussy. That was why his cock had gotten stiff.

Being a mere dog, the mastiff did not understand this, nor did he question it. A dog does not have a well-developed sense of depravity or morality.

A dog does not realize that bestiality is wrong.

But this dog knew what a hot cunt was and how it pulled on his prick until he shot his wad, and now the huge animal was being driven wild by that definite aroma of hot pussy.

The delicious scent seemed to come from the farmhouse.

He sniffed, puzzled. There seemed to be two separate and distinct scents, two hot cunts, the aromas wafting over him together. He eyed the house balefully. He wanted to go up and scratch on the back door. But he was hesitant. He was brave enough, but he was not inclined to approach strange humans who sometimes hit him with a stick. With a little grunt, the big brute curled up, his head resting on his forepaws.

He was going to wait there... although he had no idea what it was that he was waiting for. That aroma was compelling to him, it drew him like a magnet. His cock stayed stiff. He was belly down on the ground and his big prick was plowing a furrow into the earth. His hindquarters twitched a little, sliding his cock along the ground. He rumbled in his throat.

The mastiff was named Samson.

Samson was going to get lucky.

The woman who lived in the converted farmhouse was named Molly Turner. She was entertaining her good friend, Claire Dupont, at the moment. They were sitting in the spacious kitchen, with the copper pots hung on pegs on the wall but the appliances all modern, drinking coffee and talking about their love-lives.

That was why the mastiff smelled hot cunt.

The women were horny.

"I get so damned frustrated, sometimes," said elegant Claire. Claire was a tall, slender blonde with lovely long legs, a taut ass and a tiny waist. She had blue eyes and a wide, sensual mouth that seemed to have been designed for sucking on a prick. Claire did not look like the sort of woman who would have to remain frustrated for long, should she want to take a lover. She was the sort of woman into whom any man would love to sink his prick.

"Yeah, me too," Molly agreed.

Molly was a nice contrast to Claire. She had long, dark hair and flashing brown eyes. She was more rounded than Claire, and softer, with tits like twin balloons - balloons that had been blown up via the stiff valves of her nipples - and a round ass that counterbalanced her tits. Like Claire, Molly could have had almost any man, had she chosen to. A glance from her flashing eyes, the way she sometimes slid her tongue across her lower lip - Molly could drive men wild.

The girls did not know yet that they were driving a frustrated bull mastiff wild.

They sat there with the coffee cups steaming on the table and their cunts steaming between their legs.

The two women had recently moved into two converted farmhouses that were located next to each other on the lane. Their husbands were partners in an advertising agency and, having been successful, decided that they should seek the idyllic life of the countryside instead of living in the crime-plagued city. Molly and Claire had liked the idea, at first. But soon enough they had become bored... and horny. Their husbands still worked in the city and often had to stay overnight entertaining a client or doing a rush job on some project or other. This frustrated both women. They did not like to sleep alone and they both liked to get fucked at least once a day.

Claire said, "I almost got laid yesterday."

Molly looked interested. "Really?" she said.

Claire shrugged. She said, "I've never actually been unfaithful to Harry. I never felt the need to, when he was home every night. But out here in the boondocks..."

"Who was he?" Molly asked.

"Well, it was Mike Rowley."

Mike Rowley had done some of the work in modernizing both of the women's farmhouses and still did odd jobs for them.

"Mike, eh? That's interesting," Molly said. "He's a good- looking guy." She leaned forward. "How far did you go?"

Claire sipped some coffee, then said, "Not very far. But I was awful tempted. I was flirting with him and he kissed me and... well, I let him squeeze my tits and..." She blushed slightly. "And I rubbed his cock, through his pants. He's got a real big prick, by the way. It was really turning me on to play with it. But I didn't really want to cheat on Harry, and I was afraid that Mike might talk, too. Boast about it, you know? So I made him stop. Mike wasn't very happy about it. He called me a cock-teaser."

"You can't blame him, huh?"

"If I'd played with his prick any longer, I just wouldn't have been able to stop myself from fucking him... or sucking him off. Or if I'd let him get his hand on my hot cunt - ohhh! Maybe I should have fucked him, I don't know. I guess it wouldn't have done any harm, as long as Harry never found out about it. Just once, you know... not a love affair or anything, nothing with emotional entanglements or obligations." She grinned. "Just a good, physical fuck."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Molly said.

"Do you cheat on Robert?"

"Naw... but I might, if it just sort of happened."

Claire blushed a little and said, "Hell, a woman needs it, right? I've been frigging my cunt a lot lately."

"Yeah, so do I," Molly admitted.

"But a handjob ain't like the real thing, is it? I mean, it's better than nothing and you get your rocks off, but I always feel a little silly about it - a married woman frigging her pussy! Maybe the next time I go to town I'll stop at one of those sex shops and buy myself a nice cock-shaped vibrator. Or maybe a big rubber prick!"

Molly grinned.

"The kind that lesbians fuck each other with?" she asked.

"With a leather harness and all, right? I'd have to find some girl to use it on me."

"Can I borrow it if you get one?" Molly asked.

"I don't know - I might get jealous of the damned thing." They both giggled at that ridiculous idea. Then Claire looked devilish and said, "I guess you could borrow it... if you used it on my cunt!"

"Naughty girl!" Molly said. Then she added, "It might be kind of fun, at that. Not that we're lesbians or anything, but just sort of fooling around."

"This talk is making me hot," Claire said.

She was looking carefully at Molly, her gaze more serious. She seemed to be pondering something. She raised her coffee cup but didn't drink from it. She gazed through the rising steam.

Claire said, "What I'd really like is to find a man who would suck me off and not demand anything in return. That way, I could come without really cheating on Harry."

"Yeah! That would be great, huh? You really love to get your pussy sucked, huh?"

"I sure do!"

"So do I," Molly said.

Now the horny women were regarding one another with open and obvious speculation.

It was Molly who made the suggestion.

"We could suck each other off," she said, her voice husky. She lowered her eyes and blushed a pretty pink. Then she glanced up again to see how Claire had taken it.

"I guess we could," Claire said.

"Have you ever done it with a girl?" Molly asked.

"No," Claire said.

"Neither have I... but the idea is exciting."

"It's not as if we were lesbians or anything," Claire said, as if that justified it. "I mean, two normal girls can have some fun together without turning into dykes, right? We'd just be doing each other a favor, making each other come."

"It might be a lot of fun," Molly said.

Tension flowed between them like an electric current, bonding them together, confirming a shared desire.

Molly said, "I'd do you, Claire, even if you didn't want to do me. I wouldn't mind."

"No," said Claire. "If we went to bed together, I'd want to suck you off, too. I... I think I'd enjoy it."

"We gonna?" Molly blurted.

"Yeah - let's," Claire said.

Molly stood up, with a little moan.

"Let's go up to the bedroom right now," she said.

Claire, too, got up.

Now that they had made up their minds to give cuntsucking a try, both girls were more than eager to get at it. They would have preferred some cock, however.

It was too bad that they did not realize that there was a big mastiff lying in the back yard with a hard-on and his tongue lolling out. Too bad for them, and tragic for Samson, who was desperate to get his bloated balls emptied.

But Samson was going to have to wait.

Not, however, for long.

Both Molly and Claire were eager to experience the pleasure of lapping a cunt.

Both had often wondered what it would be like to do some cuntsucking and had wondered if the other girl might be willing to try it. It had worked out just right today. They were pretending that they were merely doing each other a favor... but, in fact, both girls were more interested in sucking than in being sucked. They knew damned well what it felt like to have their pussies sucked by a man - both of their husbands were ardent cuntlappers - and knew that it couldn't be a hell of a lot different with a woman. A tongue was a tongue, no matter the sex of the tonguer. So now they were both curious to discover what the other half of the act would be like - curious and lustful, as well. A soft, sexy female body was fascinating and the prospects were exciting.

They went up the stairs together, Molly's hand resting on Claire's taut ass, their hips brushing together. They were both breathing hard and both smiling with expectations. They shared a pleasant thought that this was going to be a real thrill.

They went into the bedroom. The bed was large and covered with a patchwork quilt. It was a good fucking platform, and Molly hoped it would be a good cuntsucking arena, too.

"Shall we get naked?" Claire asked. Molly nodded. She was already unbuttoning her blouse. Claire began to undress, as well. The girls looked at each other as they stripped. Molly's tits were a little bigger, but both sets were nice and plump and were capped by big, stiff nipples. Molly's dark-haired cuntmound was like a tangled jungle as it dipped into her crotch. Claire's blonde cunt was like a sunlit forest.

"You're making my mouth water," Molly giggled as she stared at Claire's golden cunt.

Those words excited Claire.

She wanted to really turn her friend on.

Thrusting her belly out and tilting her crotch up, she used her fingers to spread her cunt-lips open, revealing her dark inner pussy flesh, streaked with frothy cunt-juice.

"Ooooooh..." Molly purred.

"Like it, Molly?"

"You look yummy."

"You can eat it, baby," Claire whispered.

"I want to!"

"Then I'll eat your pussy, too," Claire declared. "Ohhhh, I'm drooling for a taste of your sweet cunt!"

Molly was dizzy with desire.

She moved to the big bed, then sat on the edge. Claire followed her over and she stood before her, legs apart and slim belly thrusting out. Molly began to lick at Claire's belly button and to run her hands up the insides of Claire's thighs. Claire's cunt steamed in her face. Molly was about to bury her face in the blonde's soaking cunt and start sucking immediately, but then Claire shifted to the side. Claire figured that they shouldn't rush the conclusions, but that they should linger over a little foreplay before they got down to sucking.

She was hot to suck some tit, first.

Claire sat next to Molly on the edge of the bed.

She cupped Molly's fat tit in her hand, feeling her nipple go off like a stick of dynamite in her palm. She pulled on the stiff tip, causing Molly to gasp.

Molly cupped her own tits in her hands, lifting the mounds and deepening the soft cleavage.

"Suck my tits, honey," she moaned.

Claire dropped her head and sucked a fat tit-tip into her lips. She mouthed the brunette's nipple hungrily, her hot tongue darting over it, then switched across to the other tit.

"Ummm," she purred.

She ran her tongue up Molly's cleavage, circling over her fat tit globes, then returning to her nipples. Molly was massaging Claire's tits with both hands. The women squirmed together, hip to hip, Claire twisting in from the waist. Both of their cunts were flooded now, the juice running down and seeping into the cracks of their asses.

As she mouthed it, Claire slid her hand down and cupped Molly's bushy cunt, squeezing and rubbing. Molly gurgled with the joy of it. Claire slid her middle finger up Molly's hot fuckhole and Molly's cunt muscles sucked on it. This was the first time that Claire had ever played with a pussy, other than her own, and it thrilled her to have that steaming, soaking handful pulse and throb.