After that first time, she fell into the habil of jacking the dog off two or three times a week.

At that time, it never occurred to her to go any further than giving him a hand-job. She hadn't even been sure if it was possible for a dog to fuck a woman and, being a virgin, she had no burning desire to get fucked. She was simply satisfying her pet doggy and getting a bit of a naughty thrill out of it, herself.

But then she started dating regularly and, in due course, lost her cherry to a horny young man in the back seat of his Chevrolet, at a drive-in movie theater.

She didn't enjoy it very much.

The car was too confining for them to fuck with much enthusiasm, the young man shot his wad too quickly and, worst of all, he had a smallish prick. Melanie hadn't come.

She tried fucking with a few other fellows after that first time. She enjoyed fucking more with some than with others, but it never turned out to be as good as she hoped it would be.

One day a handsome lad persuaded her to suck him off.

Melanie did so, and enjoyed it – especially when he filled her mouth with a delicious load of cum – but still, there seemed to be something lacking in her sex life.

The men never seemed as horny as her dog.

They never whimpered and whined as much, they came too soon, and there was always an emotional entangelment that seemed to take something away from the physical pleasure. Melanie didn't want to be softsoaped and flattered, and she didn't want to be told that a man loved her.