Cruising with dogs

In the second year at university, Mary shared a small flat with another student called Jessica, or Jess for short. They were as opposite as you could imagine, with Jess being a tall, willowy blonde compared to Mary’s shorter and more compact figure, but they seemed to click.

What many didn’t know was that Jess was a total slut and equally at home having sex with either men or women. She was brazen about her desires and, within a few days of them moving in together, had joined Mary in her bed with the excuse that she was cold. Mary hadn’t bothered pointing out that she would have been warmer if she had worn clothes; instead, the pair generated heat by touching, licking and caressing every inch of each other’s flesh.

Sleeping together became so natural that Jess moved into Mary’s bed on a permanent basis. Mary wasn’t complaining, as although she wouldn’t have classed herself as a lesbian, she had pretty much ignored boys claiming, “The only cock she needed came fitted with batteries.” They came to an agreement that they weren’t a couple, and both were free to see others, but they wouldn’t bring them home.

One night, Jess had been out with friends and came home giggling and clearly a bit drunk.

“Good night?” Mary laughed as she watched Jess staggering around the bedroom trying to get undressed without falling over. She noticed that Jess had no panties on, which, although not unusual, she was sure she had them on when she went out. The reason she was sure was that they had a conversation about the colour and what a beautiful shade of purple they were.

“Lost your panties, I see…must have been a very good night. Do I know him?”

The two girls often talked about Jess’s boyfriends, not that Mary had much interest, but Jess got excited as she recounted her stories.

“Them,” Jess giggled.

“There were two?” Mary said with mock shock in her voice.

“Four,” Jess said quietly.

“Four…you little slut, I hope they used condoms.”

“All bare.”

There was silence for a moment as Mary considered how full Jess must be having taken four loads.

“I will wash,” Jess said hurriedly as she moved to the door.

“No,” Mary said firmly, “Come here and let me taste your slutiness.”

Mary had no idea why she had said what she said; it was like something had sprung unbidden from the recesses of her brain. Their relationship had always swung in both directions, with them taking turns as to who was the Domme. Some days, Mary would fuck Jess with a strap-on, then a few days later, Jess would tighten the harness straps and fuck Mary.

Mary was lying on her back and had intended to fuck Jess if she wasn’t too drunk, but Jess decided she wanted to be in control. Throwing a leg over Mary’s head, she pinned her arms, her pussy directly above Mary’s mouth.

“Open your mouth,” Jess commanded, and Mary instantly complied.

As Mary looked up, she could see fluids starting to ooze from Jess’s puffy pussy lips, and as Jess coughed, a dollop dripped into her open mouth. Without pausing, Mary swallowed and caught the next dollop that fell from Jess’s pussy.

By rolling her shoulders, Mary released her arms and, reaching up, grasped Jess’s slim hips and pulled her down. Holding her in place, Mary licked and slurped as she feasted on the concoction pouring into her mouth. Such was her enthusiasm to eat that she had to grip Jess tightly as she writhed in orgasm.

After she was satisfied, she cleaned Jess of every drop, the pair collapsed in each other's arms and slept contentedly until the sun woke them the next day.

They didn’t talk about what happened that night, but it became an unspoken thing between them. Jess would return from an evening out and whisper the word “full”. Mary would then dine on her until every drop was drained.

Things would probably have continued in that way had it not been that one day some of the seed never came out, but instead impregnated Jess. When Jess dropped out of university to try to make a go of it with the man she thought might be the father, the pair drifted apart.