MELANIE'S FRIENDLY DOG

Melanie was pleased when she found Barbara at the door, and

showed it with a smile. What a friendly girl, thought Barbara.

What a delicious-looking blonde, thought Melanie. Oh, I do

hope she likes to have her pussy licked! Melanie still wasn't

sure how to go about suggesting it, however. Except for

Arabelle, who had done the initial suggesting, Melanie had only

found suckable pussies in lesbian bars, where everyone's

inclinations and intentions were already known and accepted and

there was no chance of making a mistake that would be

embarrassing. The only question that ever arose in those places

was which girl was to do the sucking and which was to get

sucked.

But this was a totally different situation. Barbara might

be strictly heterosexual. She might be shocked or disgusted by

the thought of letting a girl lap her pussy. It would be an

uncomfortable situation, in that case, having revealed her

pussy-sucking tendencies and been denied, and having to live

right across the hall from the other girl, having blushing

confrontations at the front door, avoiding each other's eyes.

Hungry as she was to go down on the delicious blonde, Melanie

knew she would have to play it slowly and cautiously. She

figured that she would work the conversation around to erotic

things gradually, then to men, specifically and, if Barbara

showed no dismay at such talk, Melanie could mention some man

she knew who gave great head. She could talk about how much she

enjoyed getting her pussy gobbled, then ask Barbara if she loved

it, too.

And if she said that she did, Melanie could make the offer

only half serious, half joking, until she saw how the blonde

reacted. That seemed the best way to go about seducing the girl

without being too overt. As it turned out, there was a better

way. The girls went into the front room. Barbara sat in an

armchair, carefully keeping her thighs together, very much aware

of the fact that she was not wearing anything under her short

skirt.

Melanie went to the kitchen to make coffee. And the Dalmatian

stood up, snout quivering. Although the Dalmatian had never

fucked a girl before that morning, he was a bright dog and a

fast learner, and Melanie had taught him well. Now the handsome

spotted dog had gotten another scent of hot human pussy. It was

only logical that he should suppose that his services were being

called upon again. He moved towards Barbara. Barbara, who

had never even dreamed of fucking with a dog, had no idea what

instincts were motivating the Dalmatian. She was fond of

animals and reached out to stroke his head.

"What a nice doggy," she said.

The dog placed his head in her lap and she stroked his ears.

Then he pushed his snout under the hem of her short skirt and

his wet tongue lapped at her bare pussy.

"Oh! Bad dog!" she said. She pushed his head away.

The Dalmatian gave her a puzzled look and slid his muzzle back

into her crotch. Barbara was embarrassed, at first. But as

his long, hot tongue rasped up her pussy, she gave a little

shudder. It felt lovely! She was ashamed of herself, but she

had to admit it. In fact, she wished that Melanie were not in

the apartment, because she would have liked to open her legs

wide and let the Dalmatian tongue her pussy until she screamed!

Her legs were still together and the brute was jamming his

snout into the tight vee, his tongue wedging in. Now Barbara

shot a quick glance at the door to the kitchen, saw that Melanie

was not in sight and parted her legs a little, so that the dog

could give her crotch an unhindered tongue-stroke or two.

Glancing down, she saw that the dog's prick was getting hard.

Fascinated by the very idea of pricks, the blonde virgin

stared at the long, hardening dog-cock in awe. The shiny red

cock-knob came squeezing out from the hairy sheath. The fat

prick began to throb. His balls expanded. Barbara was so

intent on watching the dog get a hard-on that she failed to

notice Melanie come in with a tray of coffee. Melanie halted

in surprise, then grinned. The Dalmatian was merrily lapping

away on the blonde's pussy and the blonde was looking very happy

about it. Melanie saw that Barbara was not wearing any panties.

A good sign, thought the girl. Maybe she came over here with

the same idea in mind that I had when I invited her! Melanie

felt a bit envious of the Dalmatian. She wanted to tongue that

juicy pussy, herself.

Barbara was trembling, both at the sight of the hardening

cock and at the lovely sensation of the brute's slurping tongue.

She wondered if she had time to come before Melanie re- turned.

She glanced towards the door again. Finding Melanie standing

there, watching them, Barbara gave a gasp and blushed bright

red.

She grabbed the dog's head and pushed him away from her

pussy, as if she had just realized what he was doing. The

Dalmatian stood back, wagging his tail, tongue lolling out,

willing to be obedient, but confused as to what was required.

Melanie put the tray down and moved towards them. She saw that

Barbara was embarrassed and dismayed at being discovered, but

she also knew that the blonde had been enjoying the dog's tongue

and that she had been fascinated by the sight of his hard-on.

Melanie knew just how to seduce her now, how to make the blonde

so hot that she would be willing to do anything, whether she

thought that it was depraved or not.

Pretending that she had not noticed Barbara's pleasure,

Melanie said: "Oh, I'm so sorry. He's such a naughty doggy."

"He-he sneaked up on me," Barbara said, trying to make a joke

of it. She laughed slightly, nervously.

"Yes. He does that to me sometimes," Melanie said.

Barbara wondered if Melanie stopped him or let the beast

tongue her to a climax. Was that why the Dalmatian had gone

straight for her pussy? Had Melanie trained him to lap pussy?

"Oh, dear - he has an erection now," Melanie said, as if she

had just noticed the fact. "How embarrassing," Barbara said.

"Yes, especially since I'd have to take care of it." "I beg

your pardon?" Barbara asked. "It's not good for a dog to get a

hard-on and not use it, you know," said Melanie. "A vet told me

that. He advised me to- well, to masturbate the dog, if that

happened." "Really? How---how awful for you, Melanie. "

"Oh, I don't really mind doing it," Melanie said. "I only hope

it doesn't bother you, Barbara. "I-I don't mind. I mean, if a

vet advised you to do it, it must be the best thing."

"I can take him in the kitchen and do it there," Melanie

said.

But Barbara was dying to watch the girl jerk off the

Dalmatian. The idea was fascinating. "Oh, don't worry about

me, Melanie. I don't mind. "

Melanie had already guessed as much, and she smiled. The

Dalmatian was looking back and forth between the two horny

girls, scenting hot pussy on both sides, wondering which one he

was supposed to service. His cock was like a heated crowbar

now. 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 handjob, 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 pussy.

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 handjob.

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 pussy. 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 pussy. 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 pussy. 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 pussy. 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 pussy. Melanie looked up through lowered

lashes.

"When the dog was licking your pussy 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.