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.