Melanie gurgled with joy.
The Dalmatian grunted, thrusting again, faster this time. His tongue lolled out. He was drooling into her writhing ass. His paws tightened their grip around her haunches, dragging her hips backwards to meet his powerful fuck-lunges.
Whimpering, the brute began to really fuck the prick into her cunt with gusto. His back arched and bucked and his haunches corkscrewed as he fucked his cockmeat into the depths of her pussy, whipped it out and slammed the whole big fucker up her cunt again and again.
Melanie met his fuck-thrusts with counter-pointal action.
As he plowed into her, she pushed her crotch back to meet him. And as he drew out, she twisted her hips so that her cunt was screwing around on his retreating fuck rod like a soft nut onto a hard bolt. Her ass danced under his chest. She dipped down, arching so that the length of his prick was running directly over her clit as it sped into her fuck hole. Thick ribbons of frothy cunt juice poured out of her pussy, running down her thighs, and dripping onto the carpet.
The Dalmatian was fucking as fast as he could now.
His black-and-white haunches were a spotted blur as he fucked the meat in furiously. Melanie was almost at the peak. She tried to hold her orgasm back. She wanted the dog to come at the same time that she did, for she loved to feel a dog's jism spurt into her cunt as she climaxed.
Reaching back between her legs, she got a handful of balls, squeezing gently to see how full they were, how ready to shoot. The bloated ball sac felt like an over-inflated balloon. Melanie's face contorted with lust as she realized that the Dalmatian was almost at the peak and that she was soon going to get a cunt full of dog-cum. She squeezed again, as if to pump the spunk out of his balls.
Cuntjuice was pouring from her pussy slot now as his tight-fitting cock stuffed her full of dog-cock.
Suddenly the dog howled in ecstasy. Melanie felt his balls vibrate in her hand. She felt his cockshaft expand as the thick sap rushed up it.
Then, with a cry of joy, she felt his hot jism spurt into her cunt in a heavy deluge.
Her clit sparked and went off like a stick of dynamite.
Cunt juice flooded into her fuck hole mingling with the hot jism that the Dalmatian was squirting up her pussy in spurt after spurt. The dog's balls seemed bottomless, his vitality endless. He kept pouring the cum into her cunt, shooting another thick dose of jism with every fuck-thrust. Melanie was writhing and squirming with the joy of it, adoring the sen sation of being filled with the dog's carnal lava in such a volcanic eruption, while her cunt creamed time and again in multiple orgasms, responding to the brute's wild fucking.
At last, the dog was drained.
He clung to her haunches, panting.
A ribbon of cum and cunt-juice trickled down the smooth flesh of her inner thigh.
Melanie continued to grind her crotch around on his spent but still-hard prick, to make sure that she had worked off every last spasm of her own orgasm and had milked out every last drop of the Dalmatian's precious cum.
Then she, too, stopped moving – although they were both shuddering and trembling with the pleasure they had shared.
After a while, the dog pulled his prick out of her pussy.
Her cunt clung to his prick, and it came out with a slurping noise. A creamy flow of blended cum and cunt juice poured out of her open pussy slot, soaking her crotch.
The dog hopped down and stood, tongue out, gazing at the girl in a sort of stunned amazement.
His prick was still hard, swaying under his belly.
Melanie was pleased that the dog was such a good fuck, and that he was potent.
In a little while, she decided, she would fuck him again…
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.