David Crane: Hot for horses

Melanie moved up and knelt down beside the dog. She reached under him and took his balls in one hand and his prick in the other. It seemed a shame to waste that lovely hard-on on a hand-job, she was thinking. Melanie had not jerked a dog off in months, and she hated to waste a load of cum that could have just as well been spilled in her mouth or up her cunt. But she didn't think it would be a good idea to blow the dog, or to let him fuck her, at the moment. Barbara might not think that quite proper, nor believe that a vet had advised it, as he might have a hand-job.

She began running her closed fist up and down on the dog's prick.

She tried, at first, to act disinterested, as if she were simply performing a necessary task, without taking any pleasure in it. But it was hard to conceal her excitement when she felt that huge slab of cockmeat pulsate in her mind.

Nor could Barbara hide her own fascination, as she watched Melanie's fist skim up and down and saw the Dalmatian's cockhead began to flare out and the cleft begin to bubble with cum.

Barbara wished that she were jacking off the dog.

If she had not been such a shy girl, she would have offered – as a thoughtful neighbor – to help Melanie do it.

The Dalmatian was still puzzled, wondering why Melanie was using her hands when she had a perfectly good cunt. But it felt nice and he didn't mind. Humans were lucky to have hands with opposing thumbs. If he'd had a thumb, he would have jacked himself off daily. But it seemed a bit perverse to the dog, to get a hand-job from a member of another species – very pleasantly perverse.

"This won't take long," Melanie whispered.

She was no longer attempting to conceal her pleasure.

Barbara had leaned forward in her chair, gazing at the dog's cock in open wonderment. Her thighs had parted again and her pussy was steaming. Melanie glanced sideways, smiling dreamily. Barbara realized that Melanie was looking at her exposed cunt. But she couldn't close her legs. She was far too hot. It felt nice to have another girl staring at her pussy that way and, anyhow, she didn't think she had to be embarrassed – not with a girl who jerked off dogs.

What other naughty things did Melanie do?

Then the Dalmatian began to tremble violently.

"He's going to shoot!" Melanie rasped.

"Oooooh," purred Barbara eagerly.

Suddenly the dog's haunches bucked and a huge jet of quicksilvery jism hosed from the head of his prick. Cum flew out between his front legs and skimmed up the inside of Barbara's thigh and splashed right into her sodden crotch.

Barbara wailed with the thrill.

It was the first time she had ever had cum on her cunt.

Melanie kept pumping away and the Dalmatian kept shooting out jets of jism, and the dog-cum kept splashing onto Barbara's pussy. The blonde had thrown her legs wide apart now, welcoming that hosing.

A last trickle of cum dripped out.

The dog's balls were emptied.

Melanie took a handkerchief out and carefully mopped the head of the dog's cock.

She looked at Barbara.

"Oh, I'm so sorry – I aimed it at you, I'm afraid."

"It – it's all right," Barbara whispered.

"Let me clean you up," said Melanie.

She moved over to Barbara, on her knees. Barbara leaned back, her legs wide apart, the dog-jizz foaming in her crotch. Melanie began to wipe the sticky, slippery stuff up with the handkerchief. Her hands moved on Barbara's cunt. Barbara sighed. Melanie seemed to be polishing her clit more than necessary. Barbara looked down and saw that all the dog-cum had already been mopped up, but that Melanie's hands were still moving on her pussy. The handkerchief dropped out of Melanie's grip. She didn't seem to notice. Her hands massaged and kneaded the blonde's cunt.

Melanie looked up through lowered lashes.

"When the dog was licking your cunt – you liked it, didn't you?" she asked, her voice husky.

"I – Yes, I liked it," Barbara admitted.

"Do you always like to get tongued?"

"I – I've never been tongued," stammered the virgin.

Melanie looked surprised.

"I'm a virgin and I've never been sucked off," Barbara blurted out, trembling all over.

The very idea of a cherry pussy made Melanie drool.

Her tongue slid across her lips.

"Would you like me to suck you off, Barbara?" she asked.

"Oooooh – yes! Oh, please, yes!" wailed the blonde.

As Melanie began to tongue Barbara's pussy, the blonde went stiff all over for a moment. Her cherry cunt had never known the attentions of another person and the initial sensation was so overwhelming that, for an instant, Barbara felt nothing – she was numb with desire. Then great waves of hot lust rushed through her loins and she began to moan. Staring down her arched body, she gazed at Melanie, scarcely able to believe that she was getting her cunt lapped by a woman. And what lovely cunt-lapping it was! Although Barbara had no previous experience with which to compare it – other than the abortive tonguing that the Dalmatian had given her – she knew that Melanie must be an expert cunt-sucker, and that it would not be possible to eat pussy any more skillfully than she was at the moment.

Will she expect me to suck her pussy, too? Barbara wondered.

She didn't mind.

But that future prospect was vague in her mind now, as she concentrated on getting her pussy sucked off. She squirmed about on the very edge of the chair, belly and hips rolling, smooth legs opening and closing around Melanie's head.

Melanie's dark, curly mop of hair bobbed up and down as she mouthed Barbara's pussy, tonguing and sucking alternately, tongue-fucking and clit-licking in turn. She slid two fingers up Barbara's hot cunt hole and began to slowly finger-fuck her while her lips drew and pulled on her stiff clit. Barbara arched deeply, sighing and panting, and Melanie was purring as she lapped at that hairy bowl of delectable cunt juice, tonguing the cherry pussy nectar up hungrily. Melanie had never eaten a virgin cunt before. A cunt that had never been soaked in man-cum had a different flavor from one that had, she suspected. It was more delicate and subtle – and absolutely delicious. The Dalmatian looked on with interest.

He knew nothing about lesbian inclinations and it puzzled him that two bitches of the same sex were doing a thing like this. Yet his canine senses told him that it was an erotic act – and that knowledge was causing his big prick to lurch and swell again.

He moved towards the girls.

Melanie was on her knees, her head buried between the blonde's velvet thighs and her ass was thrusting out and hiked up.

Melanie, as usual, wore no panties.

The Dalmatian sidled up and pushed his muzzle into the girl's bushy, frothy crotch, lapping up the cunt slot.

"Ooooh!" Melanie squealed, the exclamation muffled on the blonde's cunt, when she felt the Dalmatian lap her pussy.

She loved to have a cock in her mouth and cunt at the same time, but this was the first time that she had ever had a cunt in her mouth and a tongue on her cunt, and she found it an agreeable situation.

It fascinated Barbara, too, as she gazed down and saw that the dog was slurping on Melanie's pussy.

His busy snout had lifted Melanie's skirt, exposing her haunches and, since the girl was already kneeling there in the doggy-fucking position, the Dalmatian did not think it would be out of line to mount her. He gave her pussy a last hot lick and then bounded up, embracing her pelvis with his front paws and starting to hump against her crotch. His cock bounced off her groin, not yet seated in her cunt.

Barbara wailed at the sight.

Melanie raised her eyes and, without removing her mouth from Barbara's cunt gash, gave her a speculative look.