DOGGY STYLE! LITTER-ALLY!

Mavis dressed her in a white, man-tailored shirt, complete with a man's striped tie. Then she covered the bottom half of Carol with solid black slacks, and black pumps. It was a look far removed from Carol's usual one of bright summery colors. It looked sexy, but demure, and very big city like.

The pièce de résistance, one could say, was having Carol wear large, horn-rimmed, darkly tinted glasses, instead of her usual contact lenses. After Mavis placed the glasses on Carol's face, she stepped back, and said, "Holy Magoley, lady, what have you done with my best friend Carol?"

Carol rushed to get to a mirror. One quick look, and the gasp that came rushing out of her was priceless. Then she fairly yelled, "Omigod! Who is she, Mavis?" They both laughed. What fun!

It was now time to grab a carefully prepared, and very opaque, shower curtain, along with two soft chair cushions, and go glory holing . . .

* * * * * *

MAVIS, knowing the guys were due at ten, made sure they got there at nine thirty. She didn't want them walking into a large group of men, all of whom might have suspicious ideas of their own. The less early contact with the men, the better. And they needed time to set up the shower.

As it was, Paul wasn't exactly alone. He had two other guys with him. Mavis didn't remember their names, but she knew she had serviced both of them before, and possibly on more than one occasion. She made the introduction to her cousin as brief, and as curt as possible. We women have prep work to do, don'tcha know? If you boys want to have fun, that is. They sure did, and therefore left the womenfolk to their business.

Mavis shut the bathroom door behind them. "Isn't this exciting . . . Lola?"

"I'll say! My heart's going a mile a minute. You sure we fooled them?"

"Shit, yeah. Those lunkheads would believe you're Quasimodo if I told them so. All they have in their wee widdle minds is beer, and getting blown." She was now up on the tub's rim, and removing the old shower curtain from off its clips. Care jumped up on the rim, and started on the other end. They chatted while they worked, and kept their voices down to a slight whisper.

"Speaking of getting blown, should I take off my glasses when doing it? What if they see, by peeking through the hole, that my eyes look familiar?"

"Details, details, are there no end to them? Ha ha! Care, once we get the shower set up, and Paulie has the lights set the way I told him to, we could both be nude back here, and no one would know. Oh, one thing, don't be afraid to masturbate if you feel the urge, for I'm sure planning on it!"

"Oh, you're baaad, Mave, real bad! But hell, I just might join you, and be bad, too." She giggled. "But fill me in on the lighting. Is that why you brought along that lantern?"

"Yeah, it's battery operated, and gives out a soft orange-red light. Photographers use it in darkrooms. I borrowed this one from my photo class. It'll be in the shower with us, helping us see. With the bathroom light out, and only the light from the other room coming in, the guys will have a hard time seeing us through the hole. So, if some guy gets it in his head to play peek-a-boo, all they'll see is our red, shadowy shapes. Nice, huh?"

"You're amazing, Mave! But will it be enough light?"

"Oh, yeah, it has a dimmer switch on it. Goes from orange-red all the way to white. I'll set it for maximum visibility right after the first dick pops through the hole. Of course, it'll make every cock look orange-red, but, hey, you like that color, don'tcha?"

"Ha ha! If I didn't before, I do now!" They both giggled, while trying not to make too much noise.

The tub was now ready. The pillows now in place. Mavis turned on the lantern, set it on medium, killed the overhead light, and pushed the shower curtain to one side, and then said, "After you."

Carol, on legs that felt wobblier to her than a goose's, stepped into the tub, and knelt down on a pillow. As she made herself comfy, she felt her knees knock together. She looked up at Mavis, and said, "Oh, shit, Mave, I gotta pee!"

"Jeezy peezy, Carol, doesn't go before you leave home mean anything to you?" She laughed. "Oh, well, you gotta go, you gotta go."

Through the door, they heard Paul. "Hey, you two ready, already? There are twelve guys out here, just chomping at the bit."

Mavis hollered, "Hold your horses, Paulie, we'll be ready in less than five minutes. OK?" He hollered back that it was, but told her to shake a leg in there, for crissakes, already, all to hell.

As Carol peed, Mavis said, "Men! No fucking patience. They always want what they want when they want it, and in a damned hurry, to boot. So, fuck 'em, honey, you take your sweet ass time, and pee your little heart out."

Carol giggled, then peed some more, and said, "Mave, I did go before we left, you know, but I guess with the excitement of it, and all, I had to go . . . "

"Don't fret it, Care. It happened to me my first time out. You know, with Tad and the four amigos? Well, with all I had to drink that night, I had to pee so badly my tongue was drowning in urine. It took superhuman will power, I'll tell you, to hold it in until all those clowns were finished. I probably should have taken a pee break, but I knew if I did, I'd probably sober up enough to quit on them." She grinned. "But after? Hoo boy, did I ever piss big time!"

"Ha ha ha! You're funny! But I'm done now, so should we call in the cowboys?"

"Right after you get back into your tubby wubby . . . "

* * * * * *

THERE THEY WERE, the two of them. Comfy on their pillows, the orange-red light aglow, with Carol's glasses beside her on the tub's floor, and them waiting for the first dick to show itself. They didn't have long to wait.

It popped through the hole, fat and meaty looking, and limp. It hung down, and hugged the shower curtain. Mavis reached out, lifted the flaccid penis, and lowered her mouth to meet it halfway. She took it into her mouth, and Carol could hear her sigh. A sigh of contentment.

So far, no second dick had yet appeared for Carol. Not thinking about this, Carol just watched Mavis go to it.

Carol watched as the flaccid cock elongated itself, stretched itself, and appeared to be well on the way to doubling its overall length.

Carol watched, fascinated, as if she was seeing a magician's trick being performed. "Here you see it, folks, four inches long, and as limp as a cooked noodle. Presto! Chango! There it is, folks. Over seven inches long, and as hard as steel!" Applause, applause.

She now remembered what Mavis had told her about how much she loved feeling a cock get erect in her mouth. Watching Mavis now, she could only imagine the feeling, but she could understand the reason why Mavis loved it so much. It was almost mystical, and something only a man could do.

Carol, enrapt by it all, was startled when she felt something bump her cheek. She turned and looked and, as she turned, her lips came in contact with a large cock head. And the quick glance told her this one didn't need help getting erect. It looked ready for action.

Showtime, she thought. She took a deep breath, and reached for the cock's hairy base. It felt thick in her fingers, with a large muscle making itself felt under her thumb. She opened her mouth, and closed her eyes. Then opened them again. As Mavis had told her, it's more fun that way, seeing the cock's pubic hairs, and watching it as you suck on it.

Then it was in her mouth, and it amazed her. It felt both hard and soft at the same time. And, as her lips crossed over the wide flanged ridge, she knew she liked this sensation a whole lot more than the one she got from the zucchinis. From now on, she quipped to herself, a zucchini is just a vegetable.

There they were, the two of them. Side by side, and less than an arm's length away from each other, sucking on cocks.

Orange-red cocks . . .

* * * * * *

"IT'S COMIN,' BABY! Swallow it for me!" One of the two men had said it, but neither woman knew which one it was. So they both scooted up to where just the cock heads were in their mouths, and waited.

Who, wondered Mavis, is the lucky girl going to be?

Who, thought Carol, gets the first load of the night?

With each of them thinking it would probably be the other one, they both got a surprise. Both men came, almost simultaneously. Seems the other guy, whoever he was, didn't like to give any forewarning when he shot his wad.

Both women were caught by surprise. Carol, having a fierce spurter in her mouth, almost upchucked. But she didn't, though she did splutter some. Mavis could be heard gurgling, as she tried to swallow the large load that was overwhelming her mouth. She did so with an audible gulp.

Both women had the urge to laugh at the silliness of the situation, but they held themselves in check. But when the two dicks had disappeared, they allowed themselves a quiet chuckle. "Shh, Carol, they'll hear! They'll think we're laughing at the first two guys. And we are!"

They were all set for another round of giggles, but two new pricks popped in, and said hello. Both sighed, and went back to work . . .

* * * * * *

THE THIRD COCK went to Carol, with Mavis drawing the bigger of the two, a good nine incher, with number four. Both pricks started out in the flaccid state, and had to be coaxed into hardness. The women worked the dicks like champion cocksuckers, with Carol putting in an impressive deep throat showing.

It was so effective, her guy came first. He spurted forcefully twice, and dribbled a bunch. The cum reminded Carol of warm milk. But the consistency was thicker. She liked the taste of it, too. Acidic, but not too much so. And she had had to swallow him twice, a fact she thoroughly enjoyed.

She then excited her mind by saying to herself, Oh, God; two men have now cum in my mouth! Two hot loads of their sperm! And I've swallowed both of them! And, lordy, lordy, I have four more men to pleasure with my mouth. And swallow their sperm, too! Oh, God, I'm loving doing this!

Then, after she had vacuum-sucked him dry, he was gone. Carol took a gander at Mavis' handiwork. In the orange-red light, Mavis looked enchanting. Carol watched, making mental notes, as Mavis would work on the head for a bit, and then deep throat him. Then she would scoot back up to the head, and repeat the process.

There was also an impressive thing Mavis did with her tongue. When her lips were firmly around the cock's base, with the pubic hairs right up against her mouth, Mavis would stick her tongue out, and lick the guy's nuts. Carol watched, as the tongue flicked back and forth across the balls a few times before darting back in. It was something Carol wanted to try, but she was afraid it would gag her and make her throw up. She made a note to talk to Mavis about it later.

The rest of the evening went on this way, with pairs of cocks popping through the holes, until all twelve men had dropped their loads.

When the two women entered the other room, they noticed Paul was the only one remaining. He was at his computer, enrapt with some intense game. He didn't even look up at them. Carol used this fact to make a hasty exit.

Hearing the door shut, Paul looked over at Mavis. "Lola always exit that way, unsociable like?"

"Yeah, she's the shy type. But she told me to tell you, she had a ball . . .

* * * * * *

IN THE CAR, Mavis said, "Well, peanut, do you enjoy yourself?"

"Enjoy? You kidding? Why do you think I'm sitting on this?"

Mavis looked. Carol was sitting on one of the chair cushions. "Huh?"

"Sheesh, you're slow, Mave. If I wasn't sitting on this, my sloppy puss would ruin your car seats!" She laughed. "Dummy!"

"Oh! I'll take that as a definite yes, then. Oh, on the way out, Paulie asked me if we wanted to do this again, say once a week. I told him I'd think on it, but are you up for that much cock munching?"

"Sure, but you know, the more we do it, the more chance there is of being exposed. And besides, just how often can I go out of town, anyway?"

"Good point. And how often can dear Lola pay me a visit?"

"Point right back. I guess, Mave, it looks as if our glory hole days are behind us, huh?" She sounded very disappointed.

"Maybe, Care, but there's this idea I've been kicking around, which I'll tell you all about that right after your surprise."

"What surprise?"

"Well, it's frozen, and it comes in a jelly jar . . . "

The End.
"From my mind, to your mind!"