At the time she had first decided she wanted a doggy, Karen had had a boyfriend who, although willing and enthusiastic, had not given very good head. He had lapped and sucked away on her pussy for hours, enjoying himself, but his technique had been more enthusiastic than skillful, and Karen couldn't manage to get her rocks off in his mouth. Since creaming on a tongue was one of her true pleasures, it was a frustrating situation compounded by the fact that she liked the guy and didn't really want to cheat on him. Not with another guy, at least.

She had tried a lesbian, first.

With cold calculation and firm intent, Karen had dressed in a sexy outfit, a jade green dress with a slit up the thigh, a black garter belt and net stockings, and as usual with her, no panties. Standing before her full-length looking glass, she had slowly lifted her skirt to judge the effect that she would have on a cunt-hungry dyke and had found the reflection so satisfying that she even wished she were nimble enough to go down on her own pussy. How handy it would be if she had been able to suck herself off, she thought – to have the double pleasure of sucking and being sucked at the same time! To swallow a load of steaming hot pussy cream even as her pussy melted! The idea had made her so horny she felt dizzy with desire. Her bushy black cunt bush and her open, pink pussy were framed by the straps of her garter belt if placed on a platter, ready to be eaten. Slung in those elastic straps, her cunt was like a juicy missile loaded in a catapult. Yeah, she had figured. That's a sight that any cuntlapper will cherish.

Karen had gone to a lesbian bar.

Every hot-tongued dyke in the place had looked at this ravishing beauty with open desire. Karen really was a mouth-watering sight.