But the dog had been recently jacked off, then had come in Melanie's cunt, and so he was not going to shoot quickly.
That suited Barbara.
She longed to feel his hot jism squirt into hei pussy, and anticipated it with glee. But she was in no hurry for that creamy culmination, when the fucking that worked towards it was so wonderful.
She came a dozen times before the dog shot his cum-load.
Then his hot spunk poured into her pussy in a deluge and, as her cunt filled with the stuff, the blonde creamed again – the best climax of all – and she cried out with the joy of it. Fucking steadily, the Dalmatian emptied his cock and balls.
This time, his cock began to soften.
He pulled his prick out and it sagged, soaking wet from her cunt.
The dog hopped down – and Melanie moved in and buried her face between Barbara's smooth, shapely thighs, clamped her mouth to her cunt and sucked the sweet blend of cunt juice and dog-cum out of her pussy.
These two neighbors were going to be very good friends.
They had a lot in common.
So did Melanie and Arabelle, in fact – far more than either of them realized.
Melanie needn't have worried about getting the wolfhound without Arabelle knowing about it, nor need she have been ashamed of her desires and inclinations. If she had simply asked Arabelle if she could borrow the dog's prick, Arabelle wouldn't have minded at all.
She would have understood.
Why else would a sexy divorcee keep an Irish wolfhound? Arabelle fucked the wolfhound, herself.
That, in fact, was why she was a divorcee. Her husband had come home unexpectedly one afternoon and found his wife with her cunt stuffed full of wolfhound-prick.
The divorce had been uncontested – but not sensational.
He had been too ashamed to name a dog as co-respondent…
Arabelle returned after taking Hercules for a walk, expecting Melanie to come down and suck her off.
But Melanie was busy.
Arabelle waited for a while, getting randy as she thought about Melanie's skillful tongue.
When the girl failed to show up, she figured she couldn't wait forever.
But Arabelle wasn't in the mood to get fucked today.
She called the huge, shaggy wolfhound owe and played with his prick until it was rock hard. Then she took the huge cockhead into her mouth and began to stroke his prick with her hand, frigging him off into her mouth. As she did this, she finger-fucked herself with he free hand. She timed it just right so that she creamed just as the big dog hosed her tonsils with his cum-load.
It was satisfying, in a mild way – and tasty too.
But the reason why the redheaded divorcee had not been interested in getting fucked, as she usually did, was that now she had other thoughts on her mind, other prospects.
She had bought the wolfhound because he had by far the largest cock in the canine world. But Arabelle was remarkably fickle and demanding and, at the moment, even that Irish wolfhound's prick was not enough for her.
That was why she was taking her vacation at the riding academy.
Arabelle intended to do something that she had been dreaming about for a long time.
The naughty divorcee wanted to fuck a horse! She wasn't at all sure if her cunt could stretch enough to take a horse's prick, but she was sure as hell going to try. Arabell was looking forward to her vacation.
And, with the wolfhound in mind, so was Melanie.
CHAPTER TEN
The next few days passed happily enough for Melanie because, although she was impatient to get a crack at the wolfhound's cock, she was able to amuse herself with Barbara and the Dalmatian in the meantime.
Barbara, having discovered the joys of tongue-fucking and dog-prick, visited Melanie every day.
The Dalmatian had lost ten pounds, his ribs showed and his eyes were glazed by excess, for it was a demanding task to satisfy two horny young ladies. But the dog was happy. So were the girls. Barbara, wanting to find out what the other half of cunt-sucking was like, had coaxed Melanie into spreading her legs for her and had truly enjoyed tonguing floods of cunt juice out of the dark-haired girl several times, and Melanie, although basically a cunt-sucker rather than a suckee, had to admit that the blonde's tongue was a treat, and creamed accordingly. Barbara sucked off the Dalmatian, as well, and learned what it was like to swallow hot cum – and became addicted to dog-jizz at once. But the blonde near-virgin still wanted to get fucked by a man. Melanie insisted that dog-cock was better, but that was a decision that Barbara wanted to make for herself.
She mentioned it to Melanie. Melanie knew just where Barbara could get fucked. It would save her the necessity of doing it herself, andshe could spend all her passion on the wolfhound – and Ralph Skinner would have a bit of variety in his fucking.
Then came the day when Arabelle left fo her vacation.
She dropped the wolfhound off at the Quality Kennels on the way, and Ralph had barely gotten the big brute kenneled when in came Melanie with another girl, a blue-eyed blond with a set of tits that caused Ralph's eyes to bulge out like a pair of hard-boiled eggs.
Melanie introduced them.
Ralph beamed, and Barbara smiled demure ly.
"Barbara is bashful and shy," Melanie explained.
"But lovely," Ralph said.
"She's a virgin, too," added Melanie.
That, thought Ralph, is a shame.
"Well, sort of a virgin," Melanie said, correcting herself.
Ralph looked puzzled, wondering how a girl could be sort of a virgin.
"She's never been screwed by a guy, I mean," Melanie explained.
Barbara blushed a pretty pink. But the blonde was determined to go through with it, letting Melanie arrange things.
"But the Dalmatian has been fucking her," said Melanie.
Ralph, having known Melanie for some time, was no longer shocked by the idea of bestiality, and he grinned.
"And now she'd like to try some human prick," Melanie said.
"At your service," said Ralph, in his gentlemanly fashion.
The girls had brought the exhausted Dalmatian back with them, to exchange for the wolfhound, and Ralph returned it to its cage. He was a little troubled by the Dalmatian's poor condition, and hoped he would be able to get it back in shape before its owner claimed it. But he was much too interested in fucking the blonde sort-of-virgin to worry about that at the moment.
The wolfhound, recognizing his mistress' friend, gave a little yelp of recognition. It was all that Melanie could do to keep from rushing over to the cage, plucking his prick out through the bars and giving him an abrupt blow-job. She knew that Ralph wouldn't object. But she restrained herself because she didn't want to rush the seduction of the massive hound. She had been looking forward to it for so long that she wanted everything to be just right the first time she fucked with Hercules. She had even considered fucking him by candlelight – and she wondered if the dog liked champagne.
So, instead of blowing Hercules, Melanie sat down in the yard, gazing at him with wonderful expectations, while she waited for Ralph to pour the prick to Barbara…
When Ralph returned to the office, he found that Barbara had already removed all of her clothing. He figured she was sort of bold, for a virgin, but in fact it was just the opposite, Barbara was still too timid and shy to let a man undress her, and had done it herself while she was alone in the room, to avoid such embarrassment.
She was standing beside the couch, eyes lowered, hands nervously clasped in front of her belly.
Ralph licked his lips at the sight of the naked girl.
He began removing his clothing. Barbara looked up through lowered lashes, intrigued by watching a man undress – and delighted when his prick was revealed, and she saw that his fucker was larger than the Dalmatian's sturdy prick. By the time he was naked, his cock was stiff and starting to throb. The cock-knob expanded and the fat vein fluttered on the underside of the prickshaft. Maybe Melanie preferred dog-cock, but Barbara had an idea that she was going to like this human prick every bit as much as the canine variety.