Melanie did not fuck dogs because she couoldn't get a man.

She could have had just about any man she wanted, in fact, for she was a gorgeous girl.

She was twenty-two years old. She had dark hair which she wore short and curly, flashing brown eyes and wide, sensual mouth. Her body was slender and willowy, with long, shapely legs and an ass shaped like an inverted valentine. Her tits were not large, but they were pert and thrusting. Her hips were not wide, but they were shapely. Her waist was narrow, her belly flat and her pussy mound was a forest of dark pubic hair, bushy and plump.

Her cunt was creamy. When she was horny – as she usually was – her cunt juice flowed through her pubic bush like a sluggish river through a dark jungle.

But Melanie didn't much like men.

She preferred fucking dogs.

She was rather fond of sucking cunt, as well – not that she was a lesbian so much as that she enjoyed the variety – but when she was in the mood for a good fucking, she wanted it done by a dog.

The girl had developed a liking for canine cock at an early age, before she had ever had sex with a man. She had been playing with her pet terrier one day and the dog had gotten a hard-on. The sight had intrigued and fascinated the girl. She knew what a hard-on was, but she had never seen one before. She gazed at his prick for a while and then, on impulse, folded her fist around it. The stroking motion just seemed to come natural to her and soon she found herself jacking the appreciative dog off. When he shot his wad, it thrilled her enormously. There was something very exciting about seeing hot spunk spurt out of a prick and knowing that it was her own hand that had been responsible. And the dog was so grateful that it made the girl feel very charitable. A girl had a certain obligation to her pet, after all.