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.