David Crane: Hot for horses

Suddenly she recalled how nice it had been when one of her boyfriends came in her mouth.

Naturally, she wondered if it would be that nice if her dog were to feed her a load of doggy-cum.

Oh, no, she told herself. I mustn't even think such a naughty thing! It's too, too wicked.

But her mouth was watering.

Jerking a doggy off is just harmless fun, but giving a dog a blow-job would be really too depraved, she thought.

Yet she was drooling.

The dog's prick did look delicious.

The cocktip was already starting to bubble with pre-cum, all milky and frothy and yummy looking. A dark thrill swept through the girl's loins. Her tongue felt as hot as her clit. Maybe if she just gave his cockhead a lick? Just a single lick, to satisfy her curiosity. That might not be too naughty. It wouldn't be as if she had really given him a blow-job or swallowed his spunk.

No one would ever know.

She giggled at that thought, thinking: the dog sure as hell isn't going to tell anyone?

Unable to resist the impulse, Melanie pushed her tongue out and licked the moist tip of the terrier's prick.

It was delicious.

She licked his cock again.

Dog-spunk bubbled onto her tongue, causing her taste buds to tingle, driving her wild with lust.

She began to lave the dog's cockhead with long, slurping strokes, curling her hot tongue all over the meaty nugget while her hand continued to pump his cock. She felt very depraved. Even alone with the animal, she was blushing furiously, ashamed of what she was doing. Yet she couldn't seem to stop. She just kept tonguing away. Once or twice she drew back, telling herself that it was time to stop – but then she ducked right back down and licked his prick some more.

His pre-cum was flowing freely by this time, and Melanie was lapping up plenty of the delectable cock juice and, like an appetizer, those first tastes were increasing her appetite.

She figured that maybe she ought to blow the dog, after all.

She reasoned that since she had aleady tongued his cockhead, it couldn't be any more wicked to take his fucker into her mouth. The prospect caused her to shiver and tremble all over. The terrier was whining and whimpering and humping his ass, evidently thrilled at getting his first tonguing. His horniness made her desire his cock all the more.

Melanie fitted her lips to the tip of his prick.

Then she let her lips part as she slowly fed the dog's cockhead into her hungry mouth.

She sucked on his cock-knob, her cheeks hollowing in and her lips pulling on the hot prickmeat.

My God! What am I doing? she asked herself. I'm sucking a dog's cock!

She felt dirty – deliciously dirty! The fact that she thought it was wrong to blow a dog only made it more thrilling. It made the girl yearn for his jism. His cock was hotter than the man's she had sucked, and harder, too, and the dog was starting to yelp with joy.

Melanie's eyes narrowed. Her face became a mask of pure lust. Her head began to bob up and down on the dog's prick while her hand began to pump him faster, frigging his cock into her mouth. Her fist pushed down to the root of his prick, causing his cockhead to flare in her compressed lips. Then she drew her fist up, bumping against her mouth. Longing for his cum, she frigged faster and faster and sucked with gusto.

The terrier was becoming frantic.

Suddenly her mouth was full of dog-cum!

Great creamy ribbons of the sweet stuff looped over her tongue, skimmed inside her cheeks and poured down her gullet. Half crazed by her dark desires, Melanie swallowed as much dig-jizz as she could and sucked for more. The dog's balls held a lot more spunk than a man's. He spurted dose after dose of cum into her greedy maw and she drank it as fast as she could. But there was more than even the cum-hungry girl could manage. Jism overflowed her pursed lips and ran down her chin. Her fist flew up and down, milking the dog's cock and balls. Her lips pulled and her tongue fluttered under his cockhead and her throat worked as she gulped his cum-load down.

Finally, the dog's balls were emptied.

He lay panting and spent.

Melanie continued to frig and suck the animal's prick until she was certain that she had pumped out every succulent drop of his cum.

She pulled her lips away and used her tongue to gather up the errant drops of jism that had escaped her lips and run down his prick.

Then she sat back, looking at the dog, frowning slightly.

She told herself that she had only done it out of curiosity, and that now she knew what it was like to blow a dog and she would never do it again.

An hour later, she sucked the terrier off once more…

Melanie fell into a set routine after that, for a while.

She continued to date men, getting fucked more often than notРbut never blowing them and never managing to have an orgasm when they fucked her. Then, after they had taken her home, she usually sucked the dog off while she finger-fucked herself to a climax.

It was not a particularly satisfying arrangement for her, although it suited the men and the terrior admirably. But Melanie was longing to get fucked to a climax.

She despaired of never meeting a man who could make her come.

And gradually she began to speculate on fucking the dog.

She thought about it for a long time, weighing the pros and cons, torn between the unholy urge and her inhibitions about the ultimate degradation of bestiality.

But she knew that she would love fucking a dog.

The very idea of having a dog's prick fucking in and out of her cunt was enough to make her pussy cream. The thought of how the dog would whimper and tremble as he fucked his cock into her cunt drove her to wild heights of desire.

One night she had a particularly bad fuck from a man.

He had taken her to a motel and when he undressed and she got a look at his cock, Melanie had high hopes. He had by far the largest prick she had ever encountered and his balls were big as melons, obviously full of spunk.

She spread her legs, trembling with hope as well as passion.

He mounted her and fucked his cock up her cunt.

His cock filled her to the brim and to the depths and Melanie thought that, at long last, she had found a man who could make her come! He took a fuck-stroke.

Then he stiffened and gripped her by the ass and took a second fierce fuck-stroke, growling as he did so – and shot his wad! Oh, no, the poor girl thought.

But, sure enough, he had come on the second fuck-stroke, and when he pulled his soaking prick out of her unsatisfied cunt, it had already started to go soft.

Smug and satisfied, he took the girl home.

Her faithful dog was waiting.

That was the night when Melanie got her first dog-fuck.

The terrier was not tall enough to mount her dog-style.

Melanie sat on the edge of her bed and held the dog between her legs, his front paws straddling her hips. She fitted the head of his prick into her yearning, unfulfilled pussy.

The dog began to fuck with vigor.

The instant that she felt those vigorous fuck-strokes skimming into her cunt, Melanie wailed with the joy of it. It was so much better than fucking with a man. She thrashed about on the edge of the bed, arching her back and pumping her pelvis. Her ass churned and her hips rolled from side to side.

The terrier fucked rapidly. His sturdy body was like a buzz saw between her thighs.

Melanie felt the thrill run up her trembling legs and cascade across her heaving belly.

She was going to come! At long last she was going to come while she had her cunt full of cock! Her clit began to tingle.

The dog whimpered and slammed in and the crazed girl felt a hot load of doggy spunk rush into the depths of her cunt, flooding her pussy, filling her.