Crazy Eight

11 - Karen’s Story

I stood outside Sally’s house and paused before I let myself in. I hadn’t seen her for a week or so, as it was just too hard for me. Every time I saw her, I wanted to hold her in my arms, not as just a friend but as a lover. The thought of her naked body writhing in orgasm under my touch made me want to walk away and not continue to torture myself.

When I opened the door, the first thing I noticed was that the house seemed brighter and more alive. Kevin’s old boots and shoes that had sat untouched for a year were gone. The curtains were wide open rather than three-quarters drawn as they had been since the day he died. The funeral order of service that had sat on the fireplace had gone, but in its place was their wedding photograph of both of them smiling happily.

I was about to call out as Barney normally would rush to greet me, but he was nowhere to be seen. That was when I heard Sally crying out in orgasm upstairs in her bedroom. I didn’t think for a moment that she had a man in her bed; I knew it would be a long time, if ever, before a new man could replace Kevin. Then a wicked thought crept into my head, perhaps Sally was masturbating, and the desire to spy on her was overwhelming.

When we shared a room at university, Sally would masturbate when she thought I was asleep. It would start with her calling my name softly in the darkness, which I would ignore, feigning sleep. In fact, this was the signal for me to listen more intently as she would start to touch herself in the belief my lack of response meant I was asleep. The first indication would be the change in her breathing and the slight rustling of the bed covers. As she became more intense, her bed would creak slightly, and she would start to make little noises of pleasure. Sally always thought she was quiet, but she was loud enough for me to draw a graphic picture in my head. The whimpers she made when she came were pure music to my ears, and by the time she settled to sleep, I was soaked. Then in silence, I would bring myself quickly to a climax, not bothering to be quiet, as I wanted her to catch me, but she never did.

Climbing the stairs quietly, I could hear the bed creaking, and her moans weren’t muted. The door was half open, and I looked in, half expecting, half hoping to see her naked on the bed, fingering herself or even using a dildo. What greeted me stopped me in my tracks and glued me to the spot. There was my Sally lying on her knees by the side of the bed. Her upper half was on the bed itself with her arms spread wide and her fingers gripping the covers in ecstasy. It wasn’t her position that stunned me; it was that on her back, fucking her like a thing possessed was Barney, her Labrador. I didn’t know if I should be shocked, horrified, or repulsed, but it was none of those. Instead, I could feel a heat running through me like a forest fire…this was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Maybe I should have screamed and run around like some shocked spinster, but I didn’t. Instead, I stripped. I wasn’t sure why, but I knew this was my chance to be close to the woman I have always loved, and I needed to be naked.

The room was filled with her shrieks of pleasure as Barney moved at a speed I would never have believed possible. I moved slightly to the side and could see his red cock driving in and out, her pussy lips kissing the bulge at the base of its cock. Then she let out an extra loud wail as Barney forced that bulge inside her, and her pussy closed around his cock, clamping them together. The sight of Sally’s cunt made me touch my own, and as I started to rub myself, I thought about my feelings for her.

I have always known I was a lesbian and have never been attracted to boys or men. I was also hopelessly in love with my best friend Sally, who was straighter than a ramrod. Our families were close, and the year we finished school at 16, before A-levels, we all went on holiday together. It was perfect in so many ways, as both sets of parents got their own rooms while I got to share with Sally. I tried every move I could think of, ranging from parading around naked through to one night drunk, begging her to sleep with me. She was so kind; many would have become angry or upset with me, but not Sally. She sat me down one night and made me two promises.

“I promise that the first pussy I ever lick will be yours and that the first woman to lick my pussy will be you…now, can we just get on with being friends?”

After that, our friendship grew even stronger, so it seemed natural that we would both go to university, like sisters, our mothers would say. When in university, our flirting became more jokey with me waving a strap-on at her and tapping it on my nose and winking as I told her, “Never gets soft, you know.”

She would sometimes go on the offensive, pointing out boys and asking me if I fancied them or if I wanted a bit of the ‘real thing.’ After university, we both got jobs with McKenzie Kline, the big consultancy firm in town, and when she met Kevin, I was so happy for her, even though my heart was breaking inside. I agreed to be her bridesmaid, and I could tell by Kevin’s attitude towards me that he had no idea I lusted after his wife.

The noise of Sally orgasming brought me back to the present, and I could see that Barney had stopped moving and was now lying on her back, panting happily. I wasn’t sure what to do or say, but as always, Sally did. She lifted her head and looked directly at me, ignoring the fact that I was naked and rubbing my cunt, while she was being fucked by a dog.

“Guess it’s time to keep those promises.”

She told me afterwards that she had seen me enter the room and watched in the mirror as I stripped, and something clicked in her head and she knew this was the right time.

I climbed onto the bed from the other side and thought about kissing her, but knew that would come later. Right at that moment, I wanted her to taste my pussy and make me cum. As I placed my legs on either side of her head and she moaned again, I saw Barney twist around so he was facing away from the bed but still locked inside her. She looked up at me through her knees, and when I saw the look of concern, I thought she had changed her mind.

“I have kept my promises…But I don’t know what to do.”

I smiled at her as I told her to do whatever she wanted done to herself and that she would know if she was getting it right by my reactions. I know she was telling the truth about never licking a pussy before, but by God, she was a natural. Her tongue tortured my clit beautifully; she knew when to put her fingers in me and how to move them to maximum effect. She lapped…she licked…she nibbled and teased until finally I almost tore her hair out by the roots as I squirted into her mouth. When she asked me if she had done OK as I lay on the bed, a mass of quivering nerve ends, I laughed softly as I told her that my biggest fear was that I might not be as good as her.

Barney then pulled away, and Sally rolled onto her back, her knees wide apart, her ass on but her legs hanging off the bed. I could see Barney’s cum start to ooze out, and sensing my hesitation, she offered for me to clean her up. I knelt between her knees and inhaled deeply, the heady aroma making my pussy ache.

“I have never tasted cum before, and I can’t think of a better receptacle from which to enjoy my first.”

I poked out my tongue and took a tentative lick, and to my surprise, it tasted OK. As I licked more, I could taste her juices mixed in with Barney’s seed, which made it even sweeter. It wasn’t long before she was writhing around the bed, her hands in my hair, urging me on. I was in heaven, as I was finally tasting the pussy I had lusted after all my adult life.

I hadn’t given Barney a thought, but the scent of two bitches in heat must have been intoxicating to him. I felt Barney’s long, rough tongue rasp along my folds, and I moaned deeply into Sally’s pussy. She must have guessed what was happening as she propped herself up on her elbows.

“His tongue better than mine?” She laughed, and when I denied it, she laughed as she called me a liar. His tongue was amazing. Now I have been licked by a lot of women in my life, but this was something else.

“Have you had the real thing yet?” Sally said, referring to our University joke, and when I said I hadn’t, she laughed loudly as she said, “Looks like that is about to change.”

I felt a weight on my back and Barney’s soft belly fur on my ass as he jabbed with his dripping cock. I wasn’t sure what to expect, although I had received from women using a strap-on on me a few times, so I guessed this would be similar…but how wrong I was.

The first thing was the warmth. Unlike silicone or a plastic dildo, which while isn’t ice cold, it is room temperature at its very best. This felt like a flesh-hot poker was being stabbed in my insides. The next was the speed and ferocity. I have been with a few stone dykes who liked to fuck hard, but they were more of deep thrusts. This was like a cyclone tearing through me as Barney fucked me so hard and fast, I was sure his cock would burst into flames.

Sally had moved from the bed to lie next to me, stroking my face and kissing me. Our lips parted as we joined in an open-mouthed kiss, our tongues doing a sword duel back and forward, and when I cried out in orgasm, it was muffled into her mouth. Breaking our kiss, she murmured, “Relax, my love, the best is yet to come.”

I was confused, as to be honest, having a real cock inside me for the first time was a lot better than I thought it would. I felt Barney growl and push at me, his thrusts were trying to open me…then…OH MY FUCKING GOD. His knot drove into me like a warm, soft fist. I had been fisted in the past, but the hand is always bony and unforgiving; this was more forgiving in consistency, but driven in with power. I was staring into Sally’s eyes as it happened and could see the joy and love she radiated as I took the knot for the first time. I have seen that look on more than one woman, and it is a wonderful thing to behold as they accept the knot for the first time.

As it pulsed inside, I kissed Sally again as I came with each glorious throb and spurt as Barney filled me. After he had finished, he disengaged and was replaced by Sally’s mouth as she proceeded to extract everything Barney had put in.

The day turned to evening as we rolled around the bed, licking, touching, caressing every inch of each other’s flesh. We were joined by Barney, who would fuck and fill one of us, then the other would dine.

After Barney had become our lover, it was like a switch had been flicked in Sally’s head. Firstly, she declared that she would never look at another male, and then added slyly that it didn’t include dogs. She also stated that it was our duty to bring the joys of dog sex to as many women as possible.

We joined many contact sites for bestiality and sought out not only single women but also married women, though with the latter, it is always conditional that the husband is not sexually involved. I would guess that to date, Barney has fucked over two dozen women. Of course, some of those women joined us in our bed both before and sometimes after Barney had fucked them.