David Crane: Hot for horses

As soon as she got the dog back to her apartment, Melanie Reingold began to play with his prick.

Melanie had never fucked a Dalmatian before and she was eager to make it with the big black-and-white brute. But the dog didn't seem to understand what it was all about, at first. He looked more puzzled than aroused when the girl began stroking his cock. He had a nice big cock, and it began to pulsate in her hand, but his prick wasn't getting hard fast enough to suit the horny girl.

She figured that the Dalmatian had probably never fucked a woman before, and was confused. Melanie had fucked a good many dogs, of various breeds, in her young life. And she had never yet had one of the beasts turn her down, but sometimes they knew what it was all about and sometimes they had to be taught new tricks. The Dalmatian seemed to be one of the latter. Melanie supposed that he must be owned by a man – or that if he was owned by a woman, his mistress was not making proper use of the animal.

But Melanie knew how to train a dog.

She had been practicing Pavlovian conditioning for years and knew how to get a dog salivating for pussy.

She giggled with a sudden thought: if a woman did own the Dalmatian, she was destined for a surprise when she brought him home from the boarding kennels – and found him trying to fuck her! The dog was standing stiffly, his neck arched as he looked back at the girl. He had one ear cocked and there was an inquisitive look in his eye. Melanie was kneeling on the floor beside his flank, both hands under his sleek belly, in the position of a milkmaid – but it was not an udder on which her hands were working.

She had the dog's balls cupped in one hand, lifting slightly as if to judge the weight of his cum-load. Her other hand skimmed up and down his prick, drawing the shaggy sheath back and revealing the shiny cockhead. By this time, the Dalmatian's prick had gotten semi-hard. His cock stuck out along his belly, parallel with the floor, but it was not yet rock hard, the way Melanie liked a dog's cock. The smooth prick-knob was still rubbery and his balls, although large, did not seem to be swelling with a load of cum.

Melanie didn't mind the delay.

In a way, it was a thrill to know that she was seducing a virgin dog, much the same way that it thrilled most women to give a young man his first piece of ass or his first blow-job.

She gave his prick a last stroke, then drew back.

The Dalmatian eyed her, still puzzled. He gave a little whimper. Obviously, he had been enjoying her fondling and didn't want her to stop, even though he didn't understand what was happening.

But Melanie knew how to arouse a dog. Standing beside the spotted brute, she began to remove her clothing. That wasn't a hard thing to do, because Melanie wore only a light cotton dress, with nothing underneath. Melanie never wore panties.

There was no telling when or where she might encounter dog with a hard-on, and she didn't like the delay and inconvenience of having to take off her underpants. She liked to pull her dress up and fuck without hesitation in those instances, getting the job done before there was an interruption.

Naked now, she stood with her legs apart.

She passed a hand over her smoldering crotch.

The dog cocked its head and sniffed. Melanie sat down on the edge of the couch, arching her back. Her legs trailed out to the floor, wide apart, exposing her creamy cunt. She patted her pussy.

The Dalmatian approached warily.

Melanie thought it rather endearing of the dog to be so shy and timid and naive.

"C'mon, boy, "she urged. "Nice doggy." She patted her pussy again, invitingly.

Melanie knew from past experience that nothing would make a dog horny as fast as a taste of cunt.

The Dalmatian tentatively poked his snout into her crotch.

"Ummm," she purred.

The dog's tongue slid up her parted pussy and across her clit, causing the naughty girl to shiver with the sensation. The dog was starting to tremble, as well. He lapped her cunt again. He was obviously thrilled to be tonguing human pussy and his long, wet, hot tongue began to slurp up her cunt slot rapidly.

His prick became more rigid.

Melanie bent one knee and started rubbing her foot against the dog's stiffening cock and swelling balls. She stroked his head with her hand, encouragingly, as he lapped merrily away on her pussy. His tongue felt so good that for a moment the girl was tempted to stay where she was and let him bring her to a climax with his tongue.

But she still yearned for his prick.

She knew that she would not enjoy getting fucked as much if she had an orgasm beforehand.

Reluctantly, she pushed his head away.

The Dalmatian whimpered again – just as he had when she had stopped playing with his prick – still confused but wanting to continue lapping at her tasty pussy.

By this time, his cock was so hard that it was humming like a tuning fork, and the whole long fuck rod vibrated. The sleek cock-knob had come squeezing out from the hairy sheath, flaring and throbbing. Melanie reached under the animal and gave his cock a slow push-pull, to make sure his cock was as hard and as hot as it was going to get. Her dark eyes glowed with passion as she felt his huge prick throb in her grip.

She slid off the couch and onto the floor, getting on all fours.

There were various positions in which a girl and dog could fuck, but with a virgin dog Melanie figured it would be easier to fuck in the position he would know most about – the doggy position.

She turned her teardrop-shaped ass towards the Dalmatian.

Still uncertain, he thrust his muzzle into her crotch and began to tongue her pussy again, causing her cunt slot to cream. Her ass ground about and her pelvis pumped. Her cunt was sucking on his tongue.

Slowly, the Dalmatian got the idea. The dog was not, in fact, a true virgin. He had fucked Dalmatian bitches and a few mongrels. It simply had never occurred to him that he could do the same thing to a human bitch. But now, gradually, the situation and the possibilities became clarified in his one-track, canine mind. This girl was as hot as any bitch. Her cunt was open and creamy. She had assumed the fucking position. The dog mounted her, hooking his forepaw around her hips. His back bowed and he pushed his prick out. The angle was wrong, at first. His cockhead bounced off the back of her thigh, then slid up the firm slope of her quivering ass. But he was in the proper position now.

Smiling lasciviously, Melanie reached back between her thighs and took the dog's cock into her head. She guided his cockhead into her cunt. For a moment, the Dalmatian hesitated, his whole body vibrating, the tip of his cockhead wedged into her slippery cunt slot and the long cockshaft standing out between them, like a bridge spanning the gap between her hot cunt and his bloated balls.

Her cuntlips were pulling on his cockknob.

He braced his hind legs on the carpet and his powerful haunches bunched up with muscle.

Then he fucked his whole throbbing prick up her cunt.

"Ooooh!" Melanie wailed.

The dog whined with pleasure.

They held the full penetration for a moment, the girl delighting in the sensation of being filled to the brim with dog-prick, and the dog savoring the thrill of having every inch of his fat cock buried up a hot human pussy. Her talented cunt muscles began to work on him, tightening in a series of concentric rings that ran up his cock from root to cockknob, as if she were jerking him off with her pussy. His swollen cock began to expand mightily, spreading her soft, pliable cunt walls out around it, filling her pussy to the limit so that every inch of his cockmeat was encased in hot clinging cunt flesh. Her cunt was molded to the contours of his cock.