"We've got to stop this shit." Linda said, running her hand up and down the satiny surface of Amy's thigh. "We're going to end up confirmed cunt lickers if we don't, Amy."

"Mmmm, nothing wrong with that, Linda," Amy murmured tiredly. "We don't have anyone else. And we can't go without it, you know that."

"I know," Linda replied, tracing her finger about the triangle of Amy's cunt hair. "But, damn it, I want to be fucked! I mean with a cock. A nice, hard, beautiful cock. A cock is different than your tongue, Amy, and, as much as I enjoy you tongue fucking me, I still want a hard cock up my cunt."

"Any suggestions, honey?" Amy said, sitting up and lighting a cigarette.

"Thousands," Linda said, "but I'm afraid the men we do know would want more than just a fuck now and then. Aren't there any men let that want a fuck and not some permanent arrangement? What happened to all those horny guys we used to know in school? You know, the guys that wanted you in the back seat of the car, a quick fuck, and then back on the gridiron?"

"Married, drunks, or queer," Amy replied. "Who knows where they all went."

"We're getting old, Amy," Linda said. "Maybe that's the problem."

"Old? Who's getting old? Linda we're only thirty-eight… that isn't old as far as I'm concerned."

Linda caressed Amy's thigh as she frowned with thought. She wanted to bring something up, but wasn't sure what Amy's reaction would be. It was something she had thought about for some time, fantasized about.

"What's the secret?" Amy asked, snuffing her cigarette out. "You look like something is bothering you, and I don't mean us sucking cunts, either. Come on, tell me all about it."

"You'd laugh at me," Linda answered.