Chapter 3

The next day at the office some of the other women winked at her flushed and ebullient expression. Rarely did she have such a good time working, rushing around, and having constant opportunities to bull-shit with employees to customers to execs, who looked over her in a glance approvingly as she laughed at their white haired nonchalance and polite decorum. Maureen called her later. "What are you doing tonight?"

"Planning an orgy," answered Janey.

"Why so? How so?" demanded Maureen.

Janey laughed with her coworkers nearby, who'd been attracted by the blind assertion. The gaze between everybody was like a common crystal of sudden goodwill and humour. That smile is all- important. "Yeahhh," said Janey, "I feel friendly enough to call up all the swingers in town--the old crowd, you know."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Let me ask you the same thing."

"I called to see if you were free tonight."

"Oh, I'm always free, honey?"

"You know I mean do you want to go out with me?"

"Where?"

"Mm--have to think about it."

"OK. Give me a ring at 7:30. I'm going to be alone."

"OK."

The time went fast till quitting. Janey breezed out of work and drove home. Now and then a woman dressed in a dark stole appeared briefly in the crowd on the sidewalk. The garments really looked smart and comfortable. Janey wondered how long it would take to get one.

At home she lay down for a while, silent in the hazy late afternoon sun. She lit up in the sun and smoked a cigarette, a very light brand. The town was kind of obscure inn the glare and her reverie. The dream of French love. The neighbourhood seemed to be simmering. It was full of possibilities. What awaited her next? She sat up, her tits moved briefly, and dreamed, with legs drawn up under the smoke of her light cigarette.

Duke got up from the floor, swallowing a whine, and padded over to her, pressing his cold nose against her stockinged leg and sighing relaxedly with a placid show of alertness, jaw resting squarely on her calf.

She felt tipsy, then all of a sudden released she was being buoyed by the subtle but definite sense of inspiration. Something stimulating her. Not just Duke, whom she petted on the ears and face. She had made that joke about an orgy and thought about it now. Friends and acquaintances nude, taking off their clothes together, maybe in her apartment. She could just see it! All that skin and pubic hair walking around, standing right in front of you. With a hard-on! You could touch it and not be obligated. But you could obligate it or bestow a kiss or a hold or a squeeze and talk to the man about what interests you. She felt herself stroking the balls, too...

It all made her come wide-eyed awake again with a wet smile. She smiled at Duke, who stood before her panting. Like he was in the dream, too. She moved to the edge of the couch and bent toward him. He walked up to her. She put her hands out, running her hands over his flanks from shoulder to hip and leaned slightly on him, feeling a vague desire in her loins. She rubbed his haunches and kissed him low on his back. He nuzzled her side and sniffed her.

She felt how big he was. And so strong. The muscles in his legs and back were so strong. She rode on the memory of his cunnilinguing her. It felt good. Maybe some more would be in order. Man, she was horny. Rodney had fucked her so good. And they had gone at it like dogs. She was now caressing Duke's back haunches, stroking his legs, playing with his tail. Rodney sniffing her one time while she squatted on her knees on the bed. He tickled her and teased her. He put his finger right in her ass, and she told him how much she loved that sometimes. He nodded, still staring at her puckery, aggressive rear hole. "Do you ever like that done to you," she asked.

"I don't know. I doubt it, tho', for some reason. Try it sometime when I'm fucking you."

"Me fucking you--"

"Me fucking you--"

Duke was sniffing and nudging around below her belly now. She wanted to hold him back. But she wanted to let that internal vibration continue. A thrill stripped her mind. What if the dog- -

She thought of being surrounded by men with erections and talking to her to them all like friends, but intimately: moving together, her body shimmering, pressing up against theirs, embracing Duke's hairy back its she thought about a whole crowd of them, men and women pressing together firmly but gently, a picket fence of rubbery rods surrounding her like a tight grass skirt, as they begin the dance that moves them all in time, so that the close throbbing contact is equal with not only a touch of the hand but a sight of a distant now close body or face.

She sat up and took off her dress. Then she took off her bra, shaking free and bending forward. "Come on, Duke--lick 'em for me." Duke regarded her curiously, and eyed her tits attentively. She moved right over his nose and swung them back and forth. Her wide smile displayed her teeth together and moist. Her nipples were curving toward him.

He met them with his hairy lips and brusquely nuzzled them with his teeth finally opening to admit his flashing tongue. He was wet and quick with an abundance of licks for her stimulated nipples.

She got up and pulled her panties down to her mound and left them there in a roll. "Come down here, Duke," she panted. She spread her legs and welcomed his head between them. Fascinated now, Duke sniffed her damp pants and up her legs, pushing the pants back into her pussy with his nose. "Oh-oh-ho," she exclaimed, rising up one foot.

"You tickle me, Duke. Let me walk around you and sit on your tail. You don't want me to do that? Yes, dear, sniff my briefs. You beautiful dog. All the years I've had you, I never really thought you'd be good for this or that I'd even want it. Ah! Do it! Lick it! No, no, I never thought you'd be my lover."

She spread the top of her thighs wide and played with his muzzle, pulled her pants down, too, so he could lick under crotch. He covered her thighs and furrows with his tongue, gradually warming her and making the skin familiar him and to her feeling him lick her. She rolled her finger on her clitoris and felt her vagina slowly open up to him, till he was damn near drinking her.

"Oh!" she said, quivering on the balls of her feet. "Am I going come again?" Standing made her legs tired, however; she sat or slowly fell down backward into the couch, lifting her legs and opening them again to Duke's pouncing head. His tail wagged excitedly. She admired herself--seeing just her knees and feet and legs if they were another woman's wrapped around a Great Dane. "Duke," she said, "keep licking me. It feels good. You're going to make me come just like the other day!"

She grabbed his head impulsively and kissed him. She'd always loved the touch and smell of this furry beast, and now her pussy was interacting with him, too. He licked her face. She laughed and sat up and he licked her breasts and down between them, going for her heat, past her belly button, into the thick bush of black pubic hairs that surrounded her aroma centre. Duke nuzzled and licked her hairs and the middle of her pussy, not seeming to distinguish between the different erogenous zones.

Janey thought of how as a very young girl he had seen two dogs fucking. It was during her first years of masturbating and not long after she'd learned the facts of life. Actually seeing animals hotly linked in intercourse had given her a big thrill, like she was coming upon a secret and would now have a new way of using and enjoying her own body. The two dogs had paid no attention to her. The frenzy their movements was awesome. She snuck behind and looked at the thrusting hips, the furry and pink penis entering and jerking about.

"I don't let you fuck enough, do I, Duke?" she said warmly, settling even deeper into the couch and spreading her legs wider, feeling his tongue drive deeper. "I take you out on walks and you sniff other dogs but I never see you fuck them. Only when I let you run loose at dusk do you have a chance to let out your pent-up sex drive. But I don't like to let you loose. I don't want you to be stolen or get lost somehow or have an accident. You're a beautiful dog and you should fuck as often as a man." She clamped her legs around his head, but not too firmly. One of her feet rubbed Duke's side, and the toes insinuated themselves beneath him, stroking inward to his genital area. "Yes, you're a good dog and you're lusty. So let it out on me, Duke, let me be the one who satisfies you."

Thoroughly excited now, she got up and turned around, pushing her ass toward him so he could lick her from behind, which he did ardently, starting to whine now and then. Janey got down on all fours and swiveled her hips, encouraging him to lick her from top to bottom and side to side. His tongue slipped wholly into the crack of her ass and slid up and down by turns. Each stroke was exciting: the upstroke filled her crack, rubbing over her anus and beyond; the downstroke plunged into and over her lower and middle parts of her pussy. Feeling his tongue get deeper into her hole, she stiffened and shook with a spasm of pleasure and pushed back harder. "Do it to me there, Duke, right there, keep doing..."

It was blissful. Duke nuzzled well under her. His nose and head were so wide and felt so good when she rubbed her pussy on them. His tongue was so big that each lick made her whole crotch his. It was a new kind of feeling. She'd forgotten. It felt even better than the other day. Being eaten this way was different than with a man. Duke's licks were warm, wide, and deep and gave her all kinds of chills and spasms of pleasure. She put her finger on her throbbing clit and rubbed it swiftly, firmly. Visions of tremendous cocks danced in front of her in connection with her cunt being licked. She was melting. She felt like it could go on forever. Weak in the shoulders, she sagged to the floor but kept her buttocks up so it could keep getting licked. She continued to jack off with her finger and have dreams of people kissing her, masturbating in front of her, licking her and putting their fingers in her. Her holes dilated and contracted with excitement at the thought. And all the pleasure that was being given to her cunt. Sometimes Duke's tongue felt like a whole hand.

She turned sideways and felt him continue licking her rear. Still at a high pitch of excitement, she wiggled every time he brushed her vagina. Meanwhile she petted him on belly and sides. She rubbed his back with firm affection, stroking from near his shoulders to the base of his spine, over his tail and even onto his balls. She ran her hand up and down the dog's legs and caressed his powerful thigh muscles. The narrow bony lower legs always fascinated her they were so straight and hard, She ringed them with her fingers as she would a penis and stroked up and down. She did it over and over again, transmitting a great deal of her sensuous energy to Duke, exciting him.

Yes. She looked under his belly. The pink tip of his penis was showing through the dark hairy skin that normally covered it. She reached under and touched him. The dark skin was hard and slick and warm. She moved her two middle fingertips back and forth softly on his penis and watched as the pink tip moved further out, exposing a pink head and eventually part of a pink shaft.

"You're getting hard now, Duke," she said, continuing to massage the base of his penis. She said it as much to herself as to him. It was fascinating to watch. Duke whined more frequently now. His penis stuck out with obvious readiness and desire.

"Am I tickling you? Does it feel good? Shall I do it some more? Keep licking me. Ahhh..."

Now they were end to end like two dogs--or was it two people? It was what it was--a woman and her animal friend. This intimacy was new and strange. A tingling possessed Janey. From her toes to the roots of her hair she felt different. The mere touch of Duke's furry head on her haunch or his tongue on the skin made her feel warm and stimulated Her cunt was wet and wide open.

She stroked the skin of Duke's lower belly, brushing his cock with each pass. With her left hand she cupped his balls. They were very large almost like a man's but were tightly contained in his black scrotum. She caressed them, pulling slightly and revolving her middle finger against them softly. Her gentle strokes became bolder and firmer. She saw and felt Duke's muscles tighten. He was really getting excited. His pink penis stuck out several inches, hard and proud.

She put her hand on it. It felt slick. She stroked it now as she stroked his balls and got his complete attention. He stopped licking her and stood panting, his tongue out, his eyes wide and eager and almost helpless.

Janey changed her position, kneeling next to his penis. She rubbed it now in long stokes from balls to head, and with her other hand she played with her pussy, feeling a new heat grabbing hold of her. A momentary nostalgia passed through her. Duke was like an old friend and sex was a new stage in their friendship. She embraced him intensely, squeezing his body hard and by leaning on him knocked him off balance, falling on top of him. She sat up part way and went back to playing with him. He lolled his tongue and rolled his head at her. She took her other hand off the floor and worked his balls with it. The excitement grew. The penis jerked out further all of a sudden, standing high and curving upward slightly. She gave him long quick strokes now. She kissed his belly; she even kissed his balls a few times with just the tip of her lips. She watched him jerk forward. His paws quivered in the air.

"Come, Duke, come," she said, stroking him again and again and again, and finally he spurted tremendous jolts translucent semen that spattered on her body and his and hung off his organ and her hand in slowly drying strings. He whimpered some more with tired pleasure, and slowly his penis retracted, slipping between her fingers back into his limp, protective sheath.

"Oh, Duke, I don't believe it," she giggled, getting up to go to the bathroom for a towel. She came back and toweled off his belly and penis. The pink tip snaked out again for a minute just a thin reminder.

She wiped it off several times and then lay her hand on it. Feeling the pulse in his genitals. Soothing the sensitive nerves.

She was hot, however. Still open and wet. "Are you going to help me some more, Duke?" She stood over him, straddling his body and rubbed her pussy. She walked forward and knelt by his head. Her crotch contacted his muzzle. He licked a couple of times. She licked her lips, stared at him, rubbed her cunt on his mouth and nose. She played with her clitoris and gave herself an orgasm.

"Come here," she said urgently, getting off him and rolling over the chair nearby. She leaned against it with her back and spread her legs wide, lifted them up, holding them by the back of the knees. Duke roused himself and sniffed his way over. He licked her cunt with long, splashy strokes.

"Yes, yes, I like that!" she said. Her hand played with her clitoris. "Lick me more!"

He pushed his muzzle against her pussy insistently, thrilling her. Her thighs vibrated with pleasure outside Duke's ears. He pushed and rooted and licked her cunt till she was on fire again. "Oh, keep going, keep going!"

She remembered walking into a gas station with her summer shorts on. The young man on duty had brazenly cupped her hips with his hand. And she had smiled back at him over her shoulder. Her cunt had been pressing against the cold metal of the counter. He put his hands between her legs and stroked up to the top. The touch made her jump. He moved his hand tightly back and forth. She wished she'd have seen him take off his pants and expose his hard penis to her. Then pull her pants down all the way to the floor and put his mouth on her sex...

"Lick me, yes, it feels great, eat, lick me, Duke, fuck me!"

She rubbed her clit frantically while Duke's nose and tongue moved inside of her. Spasm after spasm of pleasure racked her nerves, shook her from pelvis to extremities, and finally left her limp, and sleepy.

After some time she was roused from her slumber by the telephone. She stirred and Duke took his head up from her lap questioningly. She stood up and walked over to the phone table.

"Hello."

"Hi. How are you?"

"Are you coming over?"

"No, like I said, I have to work till about ten tonight."

"OK, dear, I forgot. I can't wait to see you. I feel sexy."

"Oh--so do I--maybe tomorrow night we can get together. If you can make it that long."

"I can make it as long as you want it!

"I meant till then. You better wait."

"I don't have any clothes on."

"Oh no. I'm getting magnetised by you. Do you want me to walk off the job?"

"I'd say yes, but I'd better say no. I'll just touch myself and think about you."

In a few minutes Maureen called. "Sure, you can come over," said Janey. "I haven't eaten supper yet, though."

"Why don't I bring in a pizza with me? And some beer."

"OK."

She picked up the towel and her damp underpants and the rest of her clothes and tossed them into her laundry bag. She took a brief shower and put on fresh clothes. Maureen rang the buzzer and came in dressed up in black stockings and a new knit top that clung to her full long breasts and wide ribcage. Janey touched Maureen's nipple standing up under the cloth. "Gee, I could loan you one of my bras."

Janey giggled. She set the pizza and beer down on the table "I'm going out and get some tonight," she said.

"What happened to Terry?"

"He's busy. I saw him last night."

"He's going to spoil you, Maureen. You'll never be satisfied with an average man now."

"That's right! He'll stretch me out and I'll have to get a pet horse."

"Yes, they make good pets."

Maureen gave her one of those joking insinuating glances.

Duke, who'd come over to as soon an Janey let her in, continued to nose around the base of Maureen's drink. "Watch it, Duke," she said, sitting down as they began to sat. Janey'd ripped the box top back and they scooped out long piece of the pie. Duke continued to press his nose against her ass through the back of the chair and was sniffing her loudly.

They both laughed, Maureen first, then Janey somewhat embarrassedly.

"Have you got him trained to lick pussy or anything."

Janey looked down and smiled. "He must like your perfume, Maureen."

"Honey, I've got neither perfume nor soap scent. That's me he's rootin' at... me and me alone."

Janey looked over at him sharply, "Duke! Get over here!"

He responded immediately, after an instant of facing her.

She patted him as they talked, stroking his head approvingly, then calmly she moved her hand up and down his spine hypnotically. He sat on his haunches and from time to time swivelled his head and licked his chops.

Long after the last pizza had been devoured, Janey popped open her third beer.

"Oh," said Maureen with exaggerated satiety. "I shouldn't even be drinking this one."

"Well," winked Janey, "you could leave the other two for me."

"I might do it" said Maureen thoughtfully, not showing surprise. She brought the can up to her lips and drained it. Less than half an ounce. "I thought you were coming with me."

"I don't know," said Janey. "I might have a late date tonight."

"So, you, really have an old man now, that's marvellous."

"I guess so," he said, then smiled wickedly.

"I'd like to do it, too," said Maureen. "but this is too much fun."