Hot for horses

CHAPTER TWO

Melanie did not fuck dogs because she couoldn't get a man.

She could have had just about any man she wanted, in fact, for she was a gorgeous girl.

She was twenty-two years old. She had dark hair which she wore short and curly, flashing brown eyes and wide, sensual mouth. Her body was slender and willowy, with long, shapely legs and an ass shaped like an inverted valentine. Her tits were not large, but they were pert and thrusting. Her hips were not wide, but they were shapely. Her waist was narrow, her belly flat and her pussy mound was a forest of dark pubic hair, bushy and plump.

Her cunt was creamy. When she was horny – as she usually was – her cunt juice flowed through her pubic bush like a sluggish river through a dark jungle.

But Melanie didn't much like men.

She preferred fucking dogs.

She was rather fond of sucking cunt, as well – not that she was a lesbian so much as that she enjoyed the variety – but when she was in the mood for a good fucking, she wanted it done by a dog.

The girl had developed a liking for canine cock at an early age, before she had ever had sex with a man. She had been playing with her pet terrier one day and the dog had gotten a hard-on. The sight had intrigued and fascinated the girl. She knew what a hard-on was, but she had never seen one before. She gazed at his prick for a while and then, on impulse, folded her fist around it. The stroking motion just seemed to come natural to her and soon she found herself jacking the appreciative dog off. When he shot his wad, it thrilled her enormously. There was something very exciting about seeing hot spunk spurt out of a prick and knowing that it was her own hand that had been responsible. And the dog was so grateful that it made the girl feel very charitable. A girl had a certain obligation to her pet, after all.

After that first time, she fell into the habil of jacking the dog off two or three times a week.

At that time, it never occurred to her to go any further than giving him a hand-job. She hadn't even been sure if it was possible for a dog to fuck a woman and, being a virgin, she had no burning desire to get fucked. She was simply satisfying her pet doggy and getting a bit of a naughty thrill out of it, herself.

But then she started dating regularly and, in due course, lost her cherry to a horny young man in the back seat of his Chevrolet, at a drive-in movie theater.

She didn't enjoy it very much.

The car was too confining for them to fuck with much enthusiasm, the young man shot his wad too quickly and, worst of all, he had a smallish prick. Melanie hadn't come.

She tried fucking with a few other fellows after that first time. She enjoyed fucking more with some than with others, but it never turned out to be as good as she hoped it would be.

One day a handsome lad persuaded her to suck him off.

Melanie did so, and enjoyed it – especially when he filled her mouth with a delicious load of cum – but still, there seemed to be something lacking in her sex life.

The men never seemed as horny as her dog.

They never whimpered and whined as much, they came too soon, and there was always an emotional entangelment that seemed to take something away from the physical pleasure. Melanie didn't want to be softsoaped and flattered, and she didn't want to be told that a man loved her.

She simply wanted a good, thorough fucking.

Going to bed with men was too complex for her, and she yearned for a purely physical affair.

One day it occurred to her that she had been sadly neglecting her faithful terrier, and had not jacked him off for weeks. She summoned the sturdy little dog to her room. He came in wagging his stubby tail and giving her a hopeful look. How different it was from being with a man! A man was all sweet talk and bul shit – a dog just wanted to get his rocks off the same as Melanie.

She sat on the bed and patted the mattres and the terrior leaped up, his cock alread beginning to stiffen. Although he was a small dog, his cock was much larger, in proportion than any of the men that she had been fucking Melanie folded her fist around his cock am began to frig him slowly and steadily, while she fingered his cockhead with her other hand. She leaned close to the dog, looking at the flaring cockknob, eager to see his cum shoot out.

Suddenly she recalled how nice it had been when one of her boyfriends came in her mouth.

Naturally, she wondered if it would be that nice if her dog were to feed her a load of doggy-cum.

Oh, no, she told herself. I mustn't even think such a naughty thing! It's too, too wicked.

But her mouth was watering.

Jerking a doggy off is just harmless fun, but giving a dog a blow-job would be really too depraved, she thought.

Yet she was drooling.

The dog's prick did look delicious.

The cocktip was already starting to bubble with pre-cum, all milky and frothy and yummy looking. A dark thrill swept through the girl's loins. Her tongue felt as hot as her clit. Maybe if she just gave his cockhead a lick? Just a single lick, to satisfy her curiosity. That might not be too naughty. It wouldn't be as if she had really given him a blow-job or swallowed his spunk.

No one would ever know.

She giggled at that thought, thinking: the dog sure as hell isn't going to tell anyone?

Unable to resist the impulse, Melanie pushed her tongue out and licked the moist tip of the terrier's prick.

It was delicious.

She licked his cock again.

Dog-spunk bubbled onto her tongue, causing her taste buds to tingle, driving her wild with lust.

She began to lave the dog's cockhead with long, slurping strokes, curling her hot tongue all over the meaty nugget while her hand continued to pump his cock. She felt very depraved. Even alone with the animal, she was blushing furiously, ashamed of what she was doing. Yet she couldn't seem to stop. She just kept tonguing away. Once or twice she drew back, telling herself that it was time to stop – but then she ducked right back down and licked his prick some more.

His pre-cum was flowing freely by this time, and Melanie was lapping up plenty of the delectable cock juice and, like an appetizer, those first tastes were increasing her appetite.

She figured that maybe she ought to blow the dog, after all.

She reasoned that since she had aleady tongued his cockhead, it couldn't be any more wicked to take his fucker into her mouth. The prospect caused her to shiver and tremble all over. The terrier was whining and whimpering and humping his ass, evidently thrilled at getting his first tonguing. His horniness made her desire his cock all the more.

Melanie fitted her lips to the tip of his prick.

Then she let her lips part as she slowly fed the dog's cockhead into her hungry mouth.

She sucked on his cock-knob, her cheeks hollowing in and her lips pulling on the hot prickmeat.

My God! What am I doing? she asked herself. I'm sucking a dog's cock!

She felt dirty – deliciously dirty! The fact that she thought it was wrong to blow a dog only made it more thrilling. It made the girl yearn for his jism. His cock was hotter than the man's she had sucked, and harder, too, and the dog was starting to yelp with joy.

Melanie's eyes narrowed. Her face became a mask of pure lust. Her head began to bob up and down on the dog's prick while her hand began to pump him faster, frigging his cock into her mouth. Her fist pushed down to the root of his prick, causing his cockhead to flare in her compressed lips. Then she drew her fist up, bumping against her mouth. Longing for his cum, she frigged faster and faster and sucked with gusto.

The terrier was becoming frantic.

Suddenly her mouth was full of dog-cum!

Great creamy ribbons of the sweet stuff looped over her tongue, skimmed inside her cheeks and poured down her gullet. Half crazed by her dark desires, Melanie swallowed as much dig-jizz as she could and sucked for more. The dog's balls held a lot more spunk than a man's. He spurted dose after dose of cum into her greedy maw and she drank it as fast as she could. But there was more than even the cum-hungry girl could manage. Jism overflowed her pursed lips and ran down her chin. Her fist flew up and down, milking the dog's cock and balls. Her lips pulled and her tongue fluttered under his cockhead and her throat worked as she gulped his cum-load down.

Finally, the dog's balls were emptied.

He lay panting and spent.

Melanie continued to frig and suck the animal's prick until she was certain that she had pumped out every succulent drop of his cum.

She pulled her lips away and used her tongue to gather up the errant drops of jism that had escaped her lips and run down his prick.

Then she sat back, looking at the dog, frowning slightly.

She told herself that she had only done it out of curiosity, and that now she knew what it was like to blow a dog and she would never do it again.

An hour later, she sucked the terrier off once more…