Barry Lassidy - Her barking stud

She ran the shower until the hot water began to flow, then she stepped inside.

The sticky gism, mixed with her sweat, ran from her body as she soaped the lovely, thirteen year old flesh and let the water stream from her, carrying the fatigue and sex-juices down the drain. She closed her eyes and let the water caress her, pretending she had a man holding her tightly in her arms. Right then, she wanted more than anything else to snuggle into the arms of a man and be held tightly, not to fuck, not to do anything at all but rest and be reassured that everything was all right. Fucking was pleasure, true, but as young as she was she knew that fucking was not the end goal of life, that there was much more to it if one had but the ability to find it. With her body completely satiated, she could afford the philosophy that allowed for speculation beyond her fuck-need.

It was completely dark in the house when she left the bathroom and made her way back into the living room. She turned on the Television but left the lights out, stretched out on the couch once again, and tried to interest herself in the program flickering on the electronic screen. Meat walked up and rested his head on her tummy. She scratched his ear.

«You're a good fucker, Meat,» she said warmly, knowing he couldn't, understand the words, but he could appreciate her tone of approval. «You've got a great cock, and I'm going to get to know it better.»

Meat wagged his stubby tail warmly as she continued to pet him, until she fell asleep. The dog curled up next to the couch and in a short time he, too, was asleep.

She was awakened by the early morning chill on her unblanketed body. The television was whistling, and when she got up to get a blanket, Meat opened his eyes and looked at her expectantly. She rubbed his head gently, snapped off the TV and cuddled back down on the couch under a blanket and returned to sleep. She was thoroughly exhausted still, and the sight of the black night and darkened house didn't encourage her to stay up.

Early the next morning, while the sky was still grey from the 'night and morning low clouds and fog, so prevalent in the weather of the San Jose area, she felt Meat's cold nose poke under the blanket and nuzzle against her side.

«Don't, Meat,» she said crossly, turning to try and escape the dog's attentions. She knew he didn't need to go outside, for he could get the through the door himself, and she was pretty sure he wasn't hungry, for he ate only once a day and that in the evening. Sleepy as she for was, she presumed he wanted company, she didn't see the long, pendant cock hanging from below Meat's body, nor did she realise that her dog was smart enough to have learned there was a good time to had with his young mistress. And Meat had awakened with his energies renewed and his cock hard. He wanted some more of the games they had played before, but Jan was groggy with sleep and turned away.

Then Meat stuck his nose into the crack of ass, and that brought her awake instantly.

«Meat, goddamn it!» she cried.» Cut it out. I'm not in the mood yet this morning.»

But the dog was insistent, so Jan rolled over, and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Meat was right behind her all the way, and it was while in the bathroom that she noticed Meat's huge dong.

«Well,» she said grinning «I guess I trained you for something special, you darling animal. I'm going to have to teach you to be discreet when Mother's around, or the old bitch'll try to take you away from me.»

She reached down and stroked Meat's long cock, and at once the dog began humping the air.

«You're not going to get all the pleasure this time,» she said. «We're going to a way to get some real action going between us.»

She looked down at the dog speculatively, trying to envision a way to get that gorgeous hunk of Meat's meat into her coosie. She didn't particularly relish getting it dog-fashion, for she was afraid the dog's forepaws would scratch her, but at the moment she didn't see any other way to do it. She padded slowly back into the living room, with Meat right behind her, trying to sniff her ass. He knew as well as she that some kind of fun and games were coming, but neither knew exactly what. Before starting any action, Jan checked to be sure her mother hadn't come home unexpectedly during the night.

Finding herself still alone with her pup, Jan shrugged.

«If it's good enough for your doggie friends,» she said «I guess it'll have to be good enough for me.»

She got down on her knees, resting her breasts on the couch. She encouraged Meat to climb up behind her and place his paws on the couch on each side of her body. Then reaching through her legs under her belly, she tried to guide his huge fuck-sausage into her juicy snatch, but though she could get the tip of it within the lips of her snatch, she couldn't seem to get it lined up so they could fuck.

The feel of the moist prong excited her immensely, and she was determined to get all in her cunt, but obviously trying to get the dog to fuck her dog-fashion wasn't the answer.

Jan slid out from under the horny boxer. She stood, her hand on her chin, trying to figure a way she and the dog could fuck. She got Meat onto his back and tried to straddle him, guiding his cock into her body, but the dog's dong wilted in the unaccustomed fuck-position.

«Meat,» she said in exasperation, «you're going to have to help me.»

The dog scrambled to his feet and his cock became hard again. He looked up at her with eager anticipation in his eyes. Jan shook her head.

«I don't know, lover dog,» she said. «I just don't see an easy way for you to fuck me.»

She flopped on the couch and stared across the room glumly. She'd made up her mind to be fucked by her dog, and she was disappointed that she hadn't been able to.

Meat put his forelegs on the couch on either side of her, his cock slapping against her knees, and suddenly the way to get the job done occurred to her.

«Meat, you're a marvelous dog,» she cried happily jumping up and hurrying into her bedroom. She grabbed a pillow from the bed and hurried back to the living room couch. «Come on, lover dog. We're going to have us a good screw.»

She placed the pillow on the couch and called Meat to her once more. She sat on the pillow and lay back in such a way that her hips were raised and her pussy pointed at the room. Then she called Meat to the couch once more, his feet again on either side of her, his cock now pointed directly at her dripping snatch.

«Come on, lover dog,» she whispered, reaching down and taking his cock in her hand. «Let's see if we can't get our bodies together for a good fuck-thing.»

She rubbed the moist tip of Meat's meat up and down her slit, almost going out of her mind every time it was going over her fuck hole, but she didn't press the huge organ into her at once. She savoured the fiery pleasure the forbidden thrill of fucking her dog brought her, as well as the very real pleasure she always obtained when she had hot, hard meat about to plunge within her accepting, thirteen-year-old snatch.

Meat took the whole about operation out of hands then, for he hunched forward and drove his hard, bony cock deeply into her. She grunted with surprise, for it was longer and harder than anything she'd experienced before, except a broom handle she'd tried once. Meat hunched bunched, driving, all eight inches into Jan me snatch at once, and though there was a little pain at first, her marvellously resilient pussy soon adjusted to accommodate his entire length, and she began to fuck back. The only thing she missed, and which the dog could not give her, was the rhythmic bumping of her clitty by the pubic bone of a man, for the dog was built different. So she hunched down and gave her clitty a flick with her finger while the dog hunched and bunched, resulting in a fiery exciting fuck the dog slobbered in her ear, and his hot come began spurting in her pussy filling it to overflowing, and on every down-stroke sending the excess juice squirting out to soak their fuck-hairs.