Chapter 11

"Are you alone?" Molly asked as she stood on the doorstep.

"Yes... come on in," said Carla.

It was possible that never in the history of mankind had there been two such hot cunts in the same place at the same time. If cunts had been made of uranium, their two seething pussies would have reached critical mass and set off a nuclear explosion.

They went into the living room, both squishing as they walked.

"Want a drink?" asked Carla.

"Okay."

There was a certain tension between them, as if both sensed the other's raging need, a speculative and hopeful nervousness.

Carla made them each a gin and tonic.

She sat opposite Molly.

Her soaking panties were still on the floor, where she'd tossed as she readied her cunt for the mongrel. She wondered if Molly had noticed them. Automatically, her knees parted slightly, just in case Molly wanted to look at her cunt.

Molly had noticed the panties.

But she assumed that Carla had brought Sam home and fucked him in the living room and that, therefore, Carla would be satisfied.

"Well?" Carla asked.

"I... I wanted your advice."

"Oh? About what?"

"Well... gee, I don't know how to begin." Molly looked flustered, her blue eyes darting nervously. "Carla, I drove down to my husband's office this afternoon. I... well, I was feeling horny, you see. And Jake was working late. So I thought I'd surprise him at the office... and get laid there, on the couch."

Carla, who understood such things, smiled.

"But I saw him fucking his secretary!" Molly blurted out.

"What?"

"On top of his desk!"

"The swine!" Carla exclaimed.

"I just didn't know what to do. He doesn't know that I saw him, and I don't. know if I should tell him, or just let it go or what. That's why I wanted your advice."

Carla considered for a moment.

So Molly was horny, too, was she?

Carla didn't give a damn if Molly's husband cheated on her or not, but she viewed the situation with self-interest. it definitely held interesting possibilities.

She figured that it might be a good idea to get the conversation around to cuntsucking. "Well, I don't know what you'll think of the idea, but I'll tell you what I did when I caught my husband fooling around one time. I wouldn't let him fuck me for a month."

"Oh! But that's sort of like cutting off your nose to spite your face, isn't it?" Molly protested. Denying Jake pussy was the last thing that she wanted.

"Not exactly. You see, I wouldn't let him fuck me, but I made him suck my cunt twice a day. Oh, how horny the bastard would get, lapping away like crazy and not getting anything for himself. He pleaded and begged. He said he'd even settle on a handjob. But I wouldn't give him a damned thing until the whole month was up. That sure cured his roving eye!" She paused significantly. "And I do love to get my pussy sucked off, too."

But Molly didn't take the hint... yet.

Molly said: "That was a clever idea... but it probably won't work for me, though. If I don't let Jake fuck me, he'll probably just fuck his damned secretary all the more often."

"Ummm... well, have you thought about getting even with him? Fucking some other guy?"

Carla was surprised when Molly blushed a bright red.

Molly started to speak, then faltered, her eyed downcast, the blush spreading up from her throat to her cheeks. Carla wondered what on earth had embarrassed the blonde girl. Surely, the mere thought of committing adultery shouldn't have had such an effect on her?

"That... that was something else I wanted to tell you," Molly stammered. "I mean... I shouldn't tell anyone, because it's very naughty, but I want to tell you and... oh, dear! I was very, very dumb."

"You mean you have cheated on Jake, already?" Carla asked.

"No. I mean, yes. I mean... 1 don't know if it was cheating or not, Carla. It depends on the definition.

"What on earth are you talking about?" asked Carla, mystified by Molly's words and behavior.

Molly took a deep breath.

"It was all your fault!" she wailed.

"What in hell do you mean?"

"All that talk about... about dogs."

"What? You don't mean..."

Molly gave a little nod. "I'm afraid so."

Carla began to grin, pleased to discover that her friend had shared that particular perversion.

"It happened this afternoon, just after I left you in the cocktail lounge," Molly explained. "There was a bitch in heat in the garden, and a couple big dogs were chasing her. Normally, I wouldn't have thought anything about it, but after all those things that you'd been telling me earlier... well

"You fucked a dog?" Carla asked eagerly.

Molly saw that Carla was not shocked. Far from it. She was surprised by the confession, but she looked delighted.

Molly took heart from Carla's reactions.

She even managed a shy smile as she said: "Even worse, really. I called both dogs into house."

"Oooooh! You fucked both of them?"

"Well, no. Only the boxer fucked me. But oh, I really am so crazy... I blew both of them!"

"My God!" Carla exclaimed.

"Is that awfully disgusting?" Molly asked.

"Not at all," Carla reassured her.

"It was kind of yummy," Molly said, and giggled.

"I didn't mention it before-I thought it might shock you-but I enjoy a mouthful of dog prick, too, once in awhile. Sucking their cock makes them nice and hard for fucking."

"Yeah, but I let both of them shoot in my mouth."

"Molly... I'm proud of you!" Carla gasped enthusiastically.

Molly smiled demurely, graciously accepting the compliment. "But that's why I was so horny, why I went to my husband's office. See, after the boxer had fucked me, I sucked both dogs off and got all hot again. And now I'm still so damned hot, and I don't know what to do about it."

"Funny you should mention that," said Carla, springing the velvet trap. "Because I'm horny, too."

"You? But didn't that guy from the bar-"

"The bastard was a premature ejaculator and he wouldn't even go down on me after he got his rocks off!"

"How cruel!" Molly exclaimed.

"And that's not all. When I got home, there was this damned mongrel in the yard. So I called him in and gave him some hamburger, then played with his prick... and the fucking dog turned out to be a premature ejaculator, too! It's left me with a hot pussy and a terrible headache!"

The two horny girls studied each other.

They were both thinking the same thing, and they both knew they were thinking the same thing, but which one of them was going to make the welcome suggestion?

Carla figured that Molly was too shy to take the initiative, no matter how interested she was. She thought she might even be too shy to respond to an open suggestion from Carla. It was the sort of thing that you had to work up to gradually.

Carla stood up.

She lifted her dress all the way up above her tits.

"Look at all the jism that damned mongrel wasted by coming before he was in my cunt!" she said.

She shot one hip out saucily, letting Molly admire her sexy body with the excuse of looking at the dog cum. When she finally lowered her dress, she was gratified to see that Molly was nervously licking her lips and that a hungry look had come into her sexy blue eyes.

Carla moved over and sat beside Molly on the couch.

Molly's throat worked. She was sweating.

"Have you brushed your teeth since the dogs came in your mouth?" Carla wanted to know.

Molly shook her head.