Barry Lassidy - Her barking stud

So she slipped into her baby-doll nightie and crawled into bed. Meat jumped on the bed beside her, trying to get his nose into her crotch again, but she pushed him away before she fell asleep, visions of sugar-fucks dancing in her head.

Meat, a dog wise enough to realise he wasn't going to get any more delightful fucking from his young mistress, snuggled down with his nose as close to her pussy as he could get, though he was on top of her covers. He went to sleep as well, though no one knows what kinds of images were dancing in his doggy head.

When the sun was three hours in the sky, Daisy Chain Sharon looked in to see her daughter asleep. She noted the way Meat was sleeping, his nose in Jan's crotch, and she wondered. The thought had crossed her mind when she'd arrived home the evening before that perhaps Meat could be taught to fuck her just as Richey the Fourth had.

She'd rejected the idea, though, because she didn't have any of the special, scented cream that Tom had used on her pussy, and she didn't know where to get it. And she wasn't lecherous enough to go to a chemist or pharmacist and tell him she wanted a cream that made her pussy smell like she was a bitch in heat. She had some pride, after all.

But looking at the dog nuzzling her daughter's pussy, she felt her own passion rising more than it had in the morning for a long time. She wanted to fuck, an act she usually saved for the evening, and without knowing where or how the thought occurred, she decided she was going to fuck Meat.

«I don't know just how the hell we'll do it,» she said softly, tugging gently on the dog's collar to pull him from the bed. «But Meat, old pup, we're going to see if you and I can fuck as well as Richey the Fourth and I did Saturday.»

Meat, always eager for attention, scrambled from the bed and followed Sharon down the hall. She took him into her bedroom, closed and locked the door. The intuitive dog was wagging his stub of a tail eagerly. The more she looked at him, the more Sharon suspected Meat of knowing how to fuck … and there was no doubt in her mind who the chick was who'd taught the dog to screw.

And at first Sharon was inclined to be angry, then her anger softened to annoyance, then her annoyance vanished in pleasure that her daughter was as much like her mother.

«Come here, mutt,» Sharon said, slipping out of her robe and nightgown. «I want to see if you know what a pussy's used for.»

She stretched out on the bed and patted the mattress alongside her, urging the dog to come.

Meat, was hesitant for a moment, because this was the first time Sharon had ever shown him any particular attention.

Deciding finally that the woman meant to him no harm, the horny boxer walked slowly across the room and put his head on the mattress where she was patting.

Sharon scratched the dog's ears, then pulled him up on the bed with her. Meat really resisted this move, because Sharon, in the past, had always shouted at him for laying on the furniture. And here she was urging him to get up on the bed with her.

The dog was finally persuaded, though, and when he got onto the bed with Sharon, she tried to push his nose down toward her pussy. Meat resisted, for this woman's pussy didn't have the delightful meat odour the young one's had when they started their fucking on Sunday.

Sharon, though, while not as imaginative nor as creative as her daughter, was a formidable opponent when crossed, and when she had made up her mind to get herself fucked, she was going to get fucked regardless. And if the dog wouldn't fuck her voluntarily, she'd teach him what she wanted him to do.

Always being direct when she wanted to get fucked, Sharon reached for the dog's cock and started stroking him. Now a dog may be a dumb animal, but Meat wasn't that dumb, especially after the delight he'd experienced with Jan over the weekend, and it took only a moment for his cock to peek out of his fleshy covering on its way toward a hard on. It's first appearance brought Sharon's pussy to an involuntary juicing, and she knew she had to have a repeat of the magnificent doggy fuck she'd had in the Fresno motel.

Sharon rubbed the flesh-tube of Meat's cock, not yet willing to touch the red, juicy shaft, but thrilling as the dog's cock continued to inch from its sheath. She knew if she could keep the cock hard and projecting in that way long enough to get it in her body, she could get a fuck from the dog. After all, the special cream Tom had used had been merely to get the dog interested in her in the first place. After he'd gotten his cock in her body, there had been no need for her to smell like a bitch in heat. The friction of her pussy had provided all the stimulation the dog needed.

And now, with Meat's cock inching from its sheath, she was sure she'd be able to get a fuck from the delightful dog, if she could just keep up the stimulation long enough to keep his cock hard while she joined their bodies together. She had to make the choice whether she would try to get the dog to fuck her dog-fashion or from on top, as Tom had had his dog fuck her the first time.

She rolled around on the bed, determined to make her move at once and she was surprised to see the dog jump from the bed and stand expectantly alongside it, as though expecting something she didn't at first understand.

Sharon did understand, though, the long and pendant cock swinging from beneath the dog's belly, and right then she wanted that cock deep within her body more than anything else. So she slipped from the bed and knelt alongside, her ass pointed toward the door behind her.

Meat, knowing full well what was expected of him, even though the routine was somewhat different than with his young mistress, immediately mounted behind her, his paws the bed on either side of her body. Sharon knew instantly that the dog had fucked before, and she was sure he had been fucking Jan. She was glad, at least, that her daughter was fucking a dog and not some of the cruddy cocks she'd seen hanging around her daughter. At least she couldn't get knocked up from fucking a dog and Sharon couldn't be sure Jan wouldn't wind up carrying a bastard if she, fucked one of her classmates.

Right then, though, Sharon didn't give a damn about who might he fucking Jan, or if the kid died a Vestal Virgin, for she wanted the dog's cock in her cunt, and it was only inches away … but not yet in. Only then did Sharon realise that men, fucking dog-fashion, always had to reach down and guide their cocks into her body. But the dog, of course, couldn't do that.

So she reached back beneath her belly, found the dog's hard and horny cock, and pulled it forward to her pussy. It took her some doing to get it directed properly into the juicy, gaping hole that was her vagina, but she managed finally, and after a false start or two, Meat and Sharon fitted the best compromise in their instinctive motions that allowed them both to fuck with the maximum pleasure. The dog started hunching behind her vigorously, driving his thick, long cock all the way into her snatch … and the only thing she missed was a man's hands on her body.

So, closing her mind to all hut the fiery sensations coursing through her, she slipped a hand down and started fingering her clit. At the same time, she let her hand drift a little lower so she could feel the doggy cock driving deep within her cunt, and the feel of it, combined with the marvelous sensations she was producing in her own clitty, rocketed her over the moon of orgasm without even a mid-course correction.

«Oh, you fucking dog!» she screamed as her orgasm crashed over her. «You big-cocked lover! Throw the meat to me, you son of a bitch! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck!»

Her cries of delight and fuck-anguish faded into nothing more than hard thrusts of her hips back against the dog … who was shooting hot spurts of doggy-gism into her cunt as she approached her come with eager abandon. She'd fucked hard before, she'd fucked fast before but she'd never fucked so thrillingly before.