David Crane: Virgin for horses

"Wanna come play with my doggy?"

Marylou Carter smiled in a strange way, when she made that suggestion, but Rachel Germain didn't know what the older girl meant. It seemed totally out of context to Rachel. The two teenagers had just been talking about boys and fucking, and the conversation had gotten Rachel horny. Rachel was an innocent young teenaged virgin and Marylou, also a teenager, was a lot more experienced. Marylou had been telling the younger girl about some of the boys she had fucked with, relating a lot of juicy detail. She had even confessed to being a cock-sucker, which had really thrilled Rachel.

Why, out of the blue, should Marylou have changed the subject from fucking boys to a thing like playing with a dog?

"You mean like throwing sticks for him to fetch and stuff like that?" asked Rachel.

Marylou giggled.

"Not quite," she said.

"I don't get it."

"Gee, you really are silly," said Marylou.

Rachel looked hurt. Defensively, she said: "Well, I like dogs and all, but I don't…"

"You don't like dogs the way I like dogs," said Marylou, smiling mysteriously. She gave the younger girl a speculative glance, and seemed about to explain what she meant. But then she merely shrugged.

"Well, I'm gonna go have some fun," she announced. "Maybe I'll see you later, okay?"

"Sure," Rachel agreed.

Rachel was just as happy that her newfound friend was leaving now, in fact. That naughty conversation had gotten the young girl go horny that she was in the mood to be alone – so that she could give her cunt a good finger-fucking.

The innocent girl had no idea that a girl didn't have to have privacy to enjoy a hand-job, nor that Marylou would have been more than happy to do the job for her.

"Bye!" she called.

Marylou turned and waved. Rachel watched her walk away, heading for the farm across the field. Marylou was a farm girl and Rachel was a city girl who had just arrived for a two week vacation on the adjoining farm, where room and board had been arranged so that the teenager could enjoy a healthy, wholesome holiday in the open air.

She watched the older girl's heart-shaped ass sway provocatively as she walked away. It was a really great ass – and Marylou had the tits to go with it, too, big thrusting tits with stiff nipples that pressed out in twin peaks against her cotton tee shirt. She was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans – cut so short that they were dragged right up into the vee of her crotch, as if by the suction of her pussy.

Rachel felt tremendously excited.

But she knew that it must be because of the erotic conversation they had had. The girl was too innocent and naive to realize that she was also turned on by sexy Marylou's lush body. She realized that she would have liked to see Marylou naked, but supposed that was only out of curiosity. After all, they were both girls, so there couldn't be any sexual feeling involved.

Rachel waited until Marylou's hip swinging stride had taken her halfway across the field and then, giggling at her own naughtiness, she went back to the farmhouse to frig her pussy until she creamed.

And Marylou went to play with her doggy.

Kingfisher was a big, shaggy brute with a jet-black coat and a wide, broad muzzle and pale-gray eyes. He had a long red tongue, as well. And when he saw Marylou coming across the field, that long red tongue lolled from the side of his jaw.

He bounded across the farmyard to meet her.

Marylou grinned at how enthusiastically Kingfisher greeted her as the big doggy yelped and wriggled and lapped at her hand. She stroked his head and shoulders, feeling the hard muscles ripple under his fur. He was a powerful beast – and potent, too.

"Glad to see me?" she asked.

The dog barked happily.

Marylou knelt down and rubbed his flank. She looked around to make sure no one was watching, then slid her hand under his belly and ran her palm over his cock and balls.

His big prick began to tense immediately.

Marylou purred. She loved to feel the big dog's prick turn from soft to hard in her hand. She stroked him, palm upward, from his balls to the tip of his cock. Kingfisher whined and squirmed, twisting around to lick at her caressing hand.

"Does the nice doggy like that?" she whispered.

He gave a little yelp, as if he understood.

But then she drew her hand away.

Kingfisher cocked his head, one ear lifted. Being only a dumb animal, he didn't know that it was wrong for a girl to play with his cock.

But Marylou didn't want him to get a real hard-on – not yet. If her mother or father happened to see her with the dog, they might begin to get suspicious, especially if the dog's huge prick was all set for action.

"C'mon, boy – let's go to the woodshed," she said, getting back to her feet.

She moved off and the dog bounded along beside her, wagging his tail, his semi-hard cock swinging under his shaggy belly. Marylou looked around again when they had arrived at the woodshed, saw no one about, and opened the door. The dog had been there with her before, and he trotted in happily, knowing he was in for a treat. He didn't know just what kind, because Marylou liked variety. Sometimes she let the dog fuck her and sometimes she gave him a blow-job and sometimes, if she wasn't really horny, she only jacked him off. But it was all the same to the dog, as long as he got his rocks off.

The dog didn't even know that it was depraved for a girl to suck a dog's prick and drink his cum. What did dogs know about such things? Even French poodles didn't give blow-jobs. But Marylou knew that it was depraved – that was why she enjoyed sucking dog-cock.

She entered the woodshed behind the dog and pulled the door closed. She felt safe in the dimly lighted shack. It was warm weather and no one would be coming for firewood so there was little chance of being interrupted like there was in the barn.

Kingfisher was squirming around expectantly.

Marylou gazed at the big beast, wondering just what she felt like doing today. She was feeling quite randy, in fact. It had excited the naughty teenager to tell her nubile young friend about her sexual experiences. That conversation had very obviously thrilled Rachel and that, in turn, thrilled Marylou. Marylou had been tempted to tell the girl that she liked to fool around with other girls sometimes, too. But she had resisted the impulse, not being sure how Rachel would react to it and figuring it would be better to work up gradually to it.

Rachel would be her neighbor for two whole weeks and in that long a time Marylou felt pretty sure she could get the innocent virgin interested in doing some sexy things. But she didn't want to risk spoiling that lovely prospect by coming on too strong and too soon. She didn't want to frighten Rachel off. Oh, no, that was not at all what she wanted to do to Rachel.

She didn't want to frighten her off – she wanted to suck her off!

The very thought made Marylou's mouth water.

And if she could get Rachel to return the favor, so much the better. But at the moment, she had other things to do.

She sat down on a pile of split logs and patted her knee. Kingfisher came over and placed his muzzle on her leg. Marylou stroked his flanks, then reached under to feel his prick and balls again. She lifted his hairy balls in her palm, as if judging by the weight just how much jism they contained. The dog's balls swelled in her hand, and his hard balls jiggled around in the hairy sac.

"Ooooh – your balls are nice and full today, aren't they, you horny doggy!" she squealed.

Kingfisher rumbled deep in his throat.

Marylou ran her hand up from his balls, along his thick cock. She leaned to one side so that she could look under the animal and see the reaction her petting had on him. With her open palm, she rubbed up and down the underside of his cock sheath. The dog began to hump, pushing his prick across her hand.