Hot for horses

CHAPTER FOUR

In one of the larger, more expensive apartments downstairs from Melanie lived a thirty-year-old divorcee who owned a huge Irish wolfhound.

The woman's name was Arabelle Tremayne. She was an elegant redhead with jade-green eyes, high cheekbones and a rather haughty demeanor. She had lovely tits and a splendid ass, but she did not dress provocatively. Being a horsewoman, she was usually wearing jodhpurs and a hacking jacket in the daytime, which was the only time that Melanie ever saw her.

Melanie, a middle-class girl, envied Arabelle her aristocratic bearing and manner. And she envied her large alimony checks.

But most of all, she envied her wolfhound. Melanie had never fucked a wolfhound. In fact, she had never met an Irish wolfhound. Irish wolfhounds did not grow on trees.

But she knew they had cocks like tree trunks.

Melanie had often seen Arabelle walking her dog in the park. The dog was as haughty and as aristocratic as the woman, and, to Melanie, as sexy.

The big brute stood forty inches at the shoulder, weighed one hundred and fifty pounds and was fleet enough to run down a wolf, strong enough to fight it – yet with humans he had a gentle and intelligent nature. The dog also had a massive prick, Melanie had often noticed. The beast's balls were so big that its hind legs were slightly bowed out around them. And its prick, even in a dormant state, flopped up and down like a pole, the tip almost bouncing on the ground when the dog broke into a trot.

Melanie wasn't even sure that she could take a cock that huge up her cunt – but she certainly wanted to try. It made her mouth water, too.

But how on earth could she manage to get the wonderful brute alone? It posed a problem. She couldn't just ask Arabelle if she might borrow her dog, obvious-ly – and certainly not admit why she wanted to borrow it. If it had been a cat, say, she might have claimed there was a mouse in her apartment and borrowed it to catch the rodent. But it wasn't a cat – nor was Melanie into fucking cats.

Eventually, the naughty dog lover decided that she would have to befriend Arabelle and play it by ear. It was always possible that the redheaded divorcee might go out sometime, leaving Melanie alone with the wolfhound – or she might even ask Melanie to dog-sit for her, never realizing that it would be dog-laying, not sitting.

Melanie feared that it might not be that easy to make the acquaintance of the haughty redhead, but she simply had to try.

And as it turned out, it was easy.

Melanie waited until she saw Arabelle take the dog for a walk, then managed to meet her on a path in the park. She struck up a conversation by exclaiming that the dog was beautiful, which seemed to please the dog's mistress. They chatted for a while about dogs and Melanie mentioned that she lived in the same apartment building as Arabelle, but didn't have a dog of her own, although she was fond of them. Arabelle told her that the wolfhound's name was Hercules. Since they lived in the same building, it was natural that they walked home together.

Melanie was delighted when Arabelle asked her in for coffee.

Maybe the woman wasn't so haughty, after all. Maybe her bearing was deceptive and she was actually lonely, welcoming a friend.

They sat in the elegantly appointed living room, drinking coffee from bone china cups. Hercules had been dispatched to his own quarters, but Melanie figured that was all for the best. When the big-cocked brute was near her, Melanie could hardly keep her eyes off his prick – and she certainly didn't want Arabelle to get suspicous.

Melanie, determined to become close friends with Arabelle, began to pay the woman compliments in a lavish way. She admired her silken hair and her smooth complexion. She remarked that Arabelle had such a lovely body.

The redhead began to give Melanie rather strange looks. But Melanie had never thought about making love with another woman, and did not realize that she was sounding rather like a lesbian on the prowl as she flattered the sexy divorcee.

Finally, Melanie decided to get to the point of the matter.

She intended to offer to take care of the redhead's dog, anytime the woman wanted to go out for the day.

"I feel that we've become such good friends, even though we've only just met," she said, as a prelude.

"Why – yes, I think so," replied Arabelle, with a Mona Lisa smile and a glint in her eye.

"Any time you need a favor…"

"You're not shy, are you?" Arabelle interrupted.

Melanie did not realize that Arabelle had misunderstood her intentions. She looked puzzled.

"It's all right," said Arabelle. "You don't have to pretend with me, honey – I'm a woman of the world." Melanie was aghast.

Had the redhead realized that Melanie wanted to fuck her dog? But then, to Melanie's amazement, Arabelle said: "In fact, I could use that favor right now."

"I-I don't…?"

To Melanie's total surprise, Arabelle stood up, lifted her skirt and began to remove her panties. Her lush hips squirmed as she wriggled out of her panties. Melanie was stunned. She noticed that the crotchband of Arabelle's panties was soaking wet. She couldn't help but stare at the woman's bared loins. Arabelle's pussy mound was like a burning bush, the thick hair the color of flames, and the insides of her smooth white thighs were slick and damp.

Arabelle, holding her skirt above her waist, sat down again, her long legs trailing out, her thighs parted.

Melanie saw that the woman's cuntlips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy pink flower, parting in the morning sunlight and streaked with pearly dew and creamy nectar.

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.

"Well?" Arabelle asked.

Melanie moved out of her chair and sank to the richly carpeted floor. She knelt between the redhead's parted thighs.

"Yes – I thought so," Arabelle sighed.

Melanie knelt there, her head lowered as if she were praying – worshipping that juicy, bushy pussy near her face. Arabelle gave a little thrust of her pelvis, tilting her crotch at a higher angle. Melanie gazed at that gaping pussy, seeing that the woman's clit was swollen and taut and that her cunt slot was filled with cream. She was surprised to realize that she felt no reluctance about sucking cunt. She lowered her head slowly, inch by inch. Her pink tongue slid out, fluttering. Arabelle purred with expectation. Her cunt was so hot that Melanie could feel the warmth drifting up into her flushed face as she lowered her head. She slurped upwards with her tongue, taking a first, tentative lick. Then she sat back on her heels, amazed. Melanie, with that very first lap, had discovered that she loved to suck a cunt! Wonderment came over her face.

The delectable flavor of hot pussy tingled on her tongue. She gave a little sigh of pure pleasure and ducked down again. This time she used her fingertips to spread Arabelle's cunt lips wide apart and began to use her tongue on the creamy pussy slot. She licked up the unfolded cunt lips and tongued the burning clit and stabbed her tongue as far up the slippery fuck hole as it would go.

Arabelle whimpered – like a dog, thought MelanieРand moaned. She twisted her pelvis and her ass churned as she worked her sodden pussy around in Melanie's eager face. Thick ribbons of cunt juice were pouring from her cunt gash and running down her crotch, seeping into the crack of her taut ass.

Melanie scooped the pussy juice up with her tongue, licking right up from the cleavage of the redhead's ass to her clit with long, slurping strokes. Arabelle hiked her groin up higher and Melanie, wild with desire, hardly aware of what she was doing, began to lick and rim her asshole. Then the girl slid back up, her tongue flattened and fluttering into the soaking honeypot of Arabelle's cunt. She adored cunt-lapping! She realized that no previous experience or practice was necessary, that she was a born cunt-sucker who knew instinctively how to do it – and how to appreciate a juicy pussy.

From the way that Arabelle was panting and wailing, Melanie knew that she was lapping cunt just the way the redhead wanted it. So far, she had been using only her tongue. Now she began to use her lips, as well. She fitted her mouth to Arabelle's cunt lips and began to suck. Great foaming gushes of cunt juice poured from the redhead's fiery pussy. Melanie gulped the sweet stuff down joyfully.

"Oh – oh – oh!" Arabelle whimpered.

"Ummm," purred Melanie, slurping the hot pussy nectar up.

Her lips were plastered to Arabelle's cunt like a suction cup to a furry wall, a plunger to a creamy drain, a limpet to a mossy rock. She had gone cunt-crazy now. Her tongue was still working wildly, plunging in and out of the woman's hot cunt-hole in a steady fucking motion.

She wanted Arabelle to come.

The thought of having that delicious cunt melt in her mouth was as thrilling as the act, itself.

"Come," she whispered, the word muffled on Arabelle's pussy. "Come for me – cream in my mouth!" "Yes! Bring me off!" cried the hot redhead.

Melanie, with that juicy prospect before her, began to suck and tongue with renewed gusto. She could feel the redhead's climax begin, actually feel her cunt ripple on her tongue and her cuntlips shudder in her lips. The thrill came in rippling waves across Arabelle's belly and shot in electric spasms up her thighs. "I'm coming!" she cried.

Melanie's mouth filled with cream as Arabelle's pussy melted.

Melanie was coming, too! Without even touching her own cunt, she was creaming, her orgasm inspired by the fact that she had brought another woman to the peak of passion.

Cunt-juice soaked Melanie's crotch and poured down her thighs and she kept working devotedly on Arabelle's cunt, milking her off to the final wonderful spasms.

Arabelle thrashed about, fairly screaming with the joy of it. Melanie's head was twisting about as she mouthed the redhead's pussy like a terrier shaking a rat.

At last, Arabelle stopped moving and sighed with deep contentment and satisfaction.

Melanie kept sucking until she as certain that she had milked out every precious drop of fuck juice, and worked off every last spasm of Arabelle's rippling pleasure.

Then she sat back on her heels, smiling with creamy lips.

Arabelle gazed down at Melanie, smiling, too.

Obviously, they were very good friends now…

Later, Arabelle said, "You give the best head that I ever had, Melanie. I'm sure glad that we got together." Melanie lowered her eyes demurely.

"Actually – that was the first time I ever did it," she admitted.

"What? But – I thought…"

Melanie smiled shyly.

"I never even dreamed of doing a thing like that," she said. "But when you misunderstood me – and when I saw how delicious your cunt looked – I just couldn't resist it."

"Well, I'll be damned!" Arabelle said. "I'm certainly glad that I made the mistake, though!"

"So am I. I just loved sucking your cunt."

"But, then, what on earth did you mean when you said that anytime I needed a favor-?"

"Oh, I just meant I'd take care of your dog or something," Melanie explained. Although she had become a devoted cunt-sucker with the very first lick, she was still keen on getting fucked by that big Irish wolfhound.

Arabelle laughed.

"That's kind of you," she said. "But I always leave Hercules at the Quality Kennels, when I go away." And that was how Melanie first heard about the Quality Kennels for Class Canines – and solved the problems of her love life very nicely, a few weeks later.

Meanwhile, the discovery of the joys of cunt-sucking added a whole new dimension to Melanie's life.

In the weeks following her initiation, the girl made a point of finding female lovers, even to the extent of neglecting dog-fucking. She visited Arabelle frequently and sucked her off passionately whenever the redhead was in the mood. She even began to frequent gay bars, where she had no trouble meeting suckable girls.

Cunt-sucking was a novelty, as well as a treat, and Melanie did it with the enthusiasm of a convert. But she was not a lesbian.

And because Melanie was not a lesbian, she loved sucking cunts even more, because there was no risk of an emotional entanglement – the way there always had been with men.

But after a while, the novelty of cunt-lapping wore off.

Melanie was still always ready and willing to go down on a good-looking woman, but after the initial excesses of pussy she soon began to find her thoughts once more turning fondly to dogs.

Specifically, she thought of Hercules, Arabelle's wolfhound.

Melanie lusted for the big brute so badly that she could taste it. But she could not figure out how she was ever going to get the dog alone. She found herself a black-and-tan hound and, while the hunting dog fucked her energetically, she closed her eyes and pretended that it was the wolfhound pounding away on her pussy. But although the hound was robust, his prick was only average.

Melanie wanted that massive wolfhound-cock more than anything on earth! She continued to visit Arabelle, even after the novelty of cunt-sucking had worn off and no longer charmed her, always hoping that someday Arabelle might want to go out, and would leave Melanie alone with Hercules. But she wasn't so lucky. Whenever she called on Arabelle, the redhead did not want to go out at all – she wanted Melanie to go down, instead. It was no hardship, certainly, and Melanie kept the relationship active by gobbling the redhead's pussy with regularity. Then she had an idea.

She remembered that Arabelle left Hercules at the Quality Kennels for Class Canines whenever she was going away for a few days. It seemed like a good idea if Melanie were to make the acquaintance of the man who ran those kennels. If she was unable to get the wolfhound away from Arabelle, perhaps she could figure out a way to get the brute out of the kennels, the next time he was boarded there.

Although she never really enjoyed fucking a man, she was quite willing to fuck the owner of the kennels, if it meant that she could subsequently be fucked by Hercules.

With that clever plan in mind, Melanie put on a sexy black dress – without any underwear – and went to make the acquaintance of the kennel owner.