David Crane: Hot for horses

Arabelle, holding her skirt above her waist, sat down again, her long legs trailing out, her thighs parted.

Melanie saw that the woman's cuntlips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy pink flower, parting in the morning sunlight and streaked with pearly dew and creamy nectar.

Melanie was staring at Arabelle's pussy in total shock.

But she was still staring, and naturally Arabelle misunderstood that rapt attention also.

"You can suck me off, Melanie," she whispered in a husky voice.

Then the truth dawned on Melanie! She blushed furiously.

Her first impulse was to deny such a depraved desire, to explain that Arabelle had misunderstood, that she was not a lesbian. But she figured that would embarrass Arabelle terribly, for having offered her cunt to a heterosexual girl by mistake, for having demonstrated that she was willing to indulge in such an act of lesbianism. But how else could the girl get out of this situation? Then Melanie had another idea.

Although she had never had any desire to suck a cunt, the idea did not disgust her.

She was determined to become good friends with the mistress of the Irish wolfhound – and what better way to become close friends than by eating her pussy? She blushed even more at the idea.

Arabelle was moving her hips sinuously, obviously eager for Melanie to give her some head.

It would be more embarrassing, at this stage, not to suck her cunt than to do it, Melanie reasoned.

And it would seal their friendship in no uncertain terms – seal it with the binding glue of saliva and cunt juice.

Melanie made up her mind.

Arabelle was slowly passing a hand up her groin, giving her soaking cunt a gentle rubbing. Her green eyes smoldered as she gazed at Melanie. Her big tits surged up as she breathed heavily. Melanie lowered her eyes, half ashamed and half excited. That juicy pussy, she had to admit, looked very tasty. Sucking cunt might not be a hardship, at that – and even if she didn't enjoy eating pussy, it would be worth it in order to become such close friends with the dog's owner.

"Well?" Arabelle asked.

Melanie moved out of her chair and sank to the richly carpeted floor. She knelt between the redhead's parted thighs.

"Yes – I thought so," Arabelle sighed.

Melanie knelt there, her head lowered as if she were praying – worshipping that juicy, bushy pussy near her face. Arabelle gave a little thrust of her pelvis, tilting her crotch at a higher angle. Melanie gazed at that gaping pussy, seeing that the woman's clit was swollen and taut and that her cunt slot was filled with cream. She was surprised to realize that she felt no reluctance about sucking cunt. She lowered her head slowly, inch by inch. Her pink tongue slid out, fluttering. Arabelle purred with expectation. Her cunt was so hot that Melanie could feel the warmth drifting up into her flushed face as she lowered her head. She slurped upwards with her tongue, taking a first, tentative lick. Then she sat back on her heels, amazed. Melanie, with that very first lap, had discovered that she loved to suck a cunt! Wonderment came over her face.

The delectable flavor of hot pussy tingled on her tongue. She gave a little sigh of pure pleasure and ducked down again. This time she used her fingertips to spread Arabelle's cunt lips wide apart and began to use her tongue on the creamy pussy slot. She licked up the unfolded cunt lips and tongued the burning clit and stabbed her tongue as far up the slippery fuck hole as it would go.

Arabelle whimpered – like a dog, thought MelanieРand moaned. She twisted her pelvis and her ass churned as she worked her sodden pussy around in Melanie's eager face. Thick ribbons of cunt juice were pouring from her cunt gash and running down her crotch, seeping into the crack of her taut ass.

Melanie scooped the pussy juice up with her tongue, licking right up from the cleavage of the redhead's ass to her clit with long, slurping strokes. Arabelle hiked her groin up higher and Melanie, wild with desire, hardly aware of what she was doing, began to lick and rim her asshole. Then the girl slid back up, her tongue flattened and fluttering into the soaking honeypot of Arabelle's cunt. She adored cunt-lapping! She realized that no previous experience or practice was necessary, that she was a born cunt-sucker who knew instinctively how to do it – and how to appreciate a juicy pussy.

From the way that Arabelle was panting and wailing, Melanie knew that she was lapping cunt just the way the redhead wanted it. So far, she had been using only her tongue. Now she began to use her lips, as well. She fitted her mouth to Arabelle's cunt lips and began to suck. Great foaming gushes of cunt juice poured from the redhead's fiery pussy. Melanie gulped the sweet stuff down joyfully.

"Oh – oh – oh!" Arabelle whimpered.

"Ummm," purred Melanie, slurping the hot pussy nectar up.

Her lips were plastered to Arabelle's cunt like a suction cup to a furry wall, a plunger to a creamy drain, a limpet to a mossy rock. She had gone cunt-crazy now. Her tongue was still working wildly, plunging in and out of the woman's hot cunt-hole in a steady fucking motion.

She wanted Arabelle to come.

The thought of having that delicious cunt melt in her mouth was as thrilling as the act, itself.

"Come," she whispered, the word muffled on Arabelle's pussy. "Come for me – cream in my mouth!" "Yes! Bring me off!" cried the hot redhead.

Melanie, with that juicy prospect before her, began to suck and tongue with renewed gusto. She could feel the redhead's climax begin, actually feel her cunt ripple on her tongue and her cuntlips shudder in her lips. The thrill came in rippling waves across Arabelle's belly and shot in electric spasms up her thighs. "I'm coming!" she cried.

Melanie's mouth filled with cream as Arabelle's pussy melted.

Melanie was coming, too! Without even touching her own cunt, she was creaming, her orgasm inspired by the fact that she had brought another woman to the peak of passion.

Cunt-juice soaked Melanie's crotch and poured down her thighs and she kept working devotedly on Arabelle's cunt, milking her off to the final wonderful spasms.

Arabelle thrashed about, fairly screaming with the joy of it. Melanie's head was twisting about as she mouthed the redhead's pussy like a terrier shaking a rat.

At last, Arabelle stopped moving and sighed with deep contentment and satisfaction.

Melanie kept sucking until she as certain that she had milked out every precious drop of fuck juice, and worked off every last spasm of Arabelle's rippling pleasure.

Then she sat back on her heels, smiling with creamy lips.

Arabelle gazed down at Melanie, smiling, too.

Obviously, they were very good friends now…

Later, Arabelle said, "You give the best head that I ever had, Melanie. I'm sure glad that we got together." Melanie lowered her eyes demurely.

"Actually – that was the first time I ever did it," she admitted.

"What? But – I thought…"

Melanie smiled shyly.

"I never even dreamed of doing a thing like that," she said. "But when you misunderstood me – and when I saw how delicious your cunt looked – I just couldn't resist it."

"Well, I'll be damned!" Arabelle said. "I'm certainly glad that I made the mistake, though!"

"So am I. I just loved sucking your cunt."

"But, then, what on earth did you mean when you said that anytime I needed a favor-?"

"Oh, I just meant I'd take care of your dog or something," Melanie explained. Although she had become a devoted cunt-sucker with the very first lick, she was still keen on getting fucked by that big Irish wolfhound.

Arabelle laughed.

"That's kind of you," she said. "But I always leave Hercules at the Quality Kennels, when I go away." And that was how Melanie first heard about the Quality Kennels for Class Canines – and solved the problems of her love life very nicely, a few weeks later.