David Crane: The wife_s doggy position

Carla paused, frowning slightly, as if trying to recall the sequence of events, or possibly wondering just how much of it she should reveal to her friend.

Molly was hanging onto every word.

Not experienced, herself, she took a delight in hearing about the other girl's misconduct.

"I had to share a bed with my cousin, Laura," Carla went on. "Laura was the same age as me, but she had lots bigger tits. A real country type, with straw-colored hair that she wore in a pigtail… a bouncy, bulging sort of girl. She looked a lot like you, actually, but in a more rustic way, you know… like you would look if you had grown up on a farm. I liked her straight off. Well, that first night, after we had gotten into bed together, we started talking about sex and things. Laura told me that she wasn't a virgin; she'd been fucking some of the local boys. So I told her about my boyfriends, and the heavy petting and stuff. I admitted that I hadn't wanted to come to the farm, that I thought I'd be bored, and she said that we could have lots of fun. I wasn't sure what she meant, at first. Then she started playing with my tits."

Molly was wide-eyed.

"Did you… did you let her?" she asked.

"Well, sure… I mean, it was her bed, after all," said Carla, with a naughty grin.

"Gee," Molly said, leaning closer, eager to hear more about this encounter. This, like bestiality, was new to the blonde girl. She had wondered what it would be like to make love with another woman, but it had just been curiosity. She had never expected to find out. Molly believed that only lesbians did things like that. But she knew damned well that Carla was not a lesbian, and now she clung to the dark girl's words with interest.

"It felt nice," Carla went on. "As nice as when a boy felt me up. My nipples got all stiff and tingling. After awhile, I began to play with Laura's tits, too. I'd never done that before, but I enjoyed it right away. We felt each other up for quite awhile, both of us getting turned on by it. We rubbed our tits together. We were both giggling, not because it was funny, but just to convince ourselves that we were only fooling around, being naughty. Then Laura suggested that we pretend that we were fucking. She'd be the boy, she said. She got on top of me and I wrapped my legs around her hips, then Laura humped up and down, rubbing her cunt on mine. We did that for awhile, then I got on top and pretended I was fucking her. Both of us were getting hotter all the time. Pretty soon we started fingerfucking each other. I wanted to come, and I wanted to make Laura come, too. But every time I was starting to reach the peak, she'd stop for a few moments, teasing me. She had me panting like a chased fox. I was ready for anything by that time… and I guess that's what Laura intended."

Carla paused to sip her drink.

Molly waited impatiently.

"So then she said: 'Want to do something really naughty?' I had an idea what she meant, but I pretended that I didn't. 'What?' I asked her. And she said we could sixty-nine. Well, I thought about it… but not for long, because I was just too damned hot. Then I said okay, and that was that. Laura got on top of me, sat on my face and buried her face in my cunt, then we sucked each other off."

Molly's mouth was hanging open in amazement.

She could not believe that her friend had had a lesbian experience, and that Carla was admitting it so freely. But she found the idea tremendously stimulating.

"Did… did you enjoy it?" she whispered.

"Oh, sure. You got to understand, Molly, neither of us were lesbians. We were just doing it for kicks. But it was fun, too. I mean, it's always lovely to get sucked off, by a man or a woman, and even if I hadn't enjoyed sucking Laura's cunt, I would have been willing to do it in return for her doing me. But the thing is, I did enjoy it. Eating her pussy was almost as much fun as having her eat me. We both came a couple times. I got on top for awhile. Then we went to sleep… and in the morning we ate each other out again."

"Gee," Molly whispered.

"Well, that's what happened the first night. I figured that was what Laura meant when she said we could have lots of fun together… and it had been fun, too. But the cuntsucking had just been for starters. The next day, I got fucked by a sheep dog."

"Oooooh," Molly breathed.

"Laura had been getting it on with the dog for some time. She told me she'd screwed the dog before she ever got fucked by a guy. So she asked me if I wanted to try it or not. It seemed awful naughty, but that only made it exciting, too. Anyhow, I sort of hemmed and hawed, and Laura could see I was kind of inhibited, so she suggested that I watch the dog fuck her, just to see how much fun it was. And that's what happened. We went out to the woods with the dog bounding along beside us, happy as could be. He knew damned well what was going to happen. He was a black and white sheep dog, long-haired. Had a nice prick, too. Laura played with his cock until it was stiff, then she knelt down and the dog mounted her and gave her a real good fucking. It made me so damned hot, I wished that it was me that was getting it. But it was okay. He was good for more than one go, and after he'd fucked my cousin, she got him hard again for me. So that was how I started fucking dogs. Laura and I used to take the dog out to the woods almost every day, and he'd fuck both of us. And at night, we'd suck each other off. Believe me, there was nothing boring about staying at that farm!"

"Have you had… lots of dogs since?"

"A few, like I told you. After I got married, I stopped fooling around that way for awhile. But then the neighbor's collie came over and… well, I told you about that, already."

Molly was blushing a pretty pink, and she lowered her eyes demurely before she asked the next question.

"How about girls?" she asked. "I mean, have you ever gone to bed with a girl other than your cousin?"

Carla gave Molly a speculative look before she replied.

That look made Molly blush more.

"A couple times," said Carla.

Molly would have liked to ask more about that, but she felt ashamed of her interest. The blonde didn't want Carla to think that she was hinting that she might be willing to try it, herself. And yet she couldn't help but think about it and wonder. The idea of sucking a cunt was awfully stimulating. Did she hope that Carla might suggest that they do it together? She honestly wasn't sure, nor did she know how she would reply to such a suggestion. If she were actually going to do a thing like that, she thought that it might be better to do it with some girl she didn't know and was not likely to see again, in case she felt really ashamed for having done it. And if those thoughts were a turn-on, the idea of making it with an animal was even more so. Molly's pussy was starting to smolder.

Carla was about to speak.

But then a man came over to the table.

He asked Carla if she would like to dance. She hesitated, then said yes, giving Molly a wink. A slow tune was playing. They danced tight together, and Molly saw that Carla was grinding her belly against her partner's groin as they moved. When the dance ended, the man sat down at their table with them.

Molly could see that Carla was going to get picked up.

There were plenty of other available men in the lounge, some of them eying Molly. The girl figured that this was a dangerous situation. She was not promiscuous but, at the moment, her pussy was on fire, inspired by Carla's confessions. The thought of letting some handsome stranger pick her up was becoming attractive. Molly struggled against the urge. She thought of being taken to some motel and getting thoroughly fucked by a man she had just met.

No! She mustn't do a thing like that.

She told Carla that she had to be going.

Carla gave her a knowing smile. Molly finished her drink and left. When she glanced back from the door, Carla and the man were in deep conversation, and he had a hand on her knee. Molly felt envious. She almost wished that she were not such a faithful wife, that she were more like naughty Carla.