"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.