'Yes, Duke, lick me, lick me,' said Maureen fiercely, feeling the orgasmic thrills spreading in her body too. Janey stroked Maureen's spine and placed her hand on her girlfriend's buttocks. She caressed them firmly, more a grip than a stroke, and it really felt good. Before she knew it Maureen's ass was opening to her, and she soon had a finger part way up her rectum. Possessed by hot flashes, Maureen thrilled to this new intimacy. She dug the feeling of that finger inside her, and Janey for her part seemed just as attached and moved the digit around sensuously, as if it were the centre of their lovemaking. Duke was right now licking Maureen's cunt, and she was trembling with renewed desire. Dizzy with sweat, misty-eyed with passion, Maureen kissed Janey hotly on the cheek and neck and hair and rubbed her whole body on her girlfriend's. Meanwhile that finger kept moving inside her butt.
The feel of it brought back quick visions of crazy things that had happened to her or which she had imagined at some time: a doctor giving her an examination, a rectal thermometer used on her when she was a child, the hesitant touches of young adolescent lovers, and the mouth of an old boyfriend who'd once kissed her ass and licked her anus for about fifteen minutes, pushing his tongue as far inside the hole as he could get it, raving whenever his tongue was free about how he was now as hard as a giant sequoia and wanted to slip his penis up her ass more than anything in the world. She didn't let him go that far, but maybe she should have. Men had done it since, but that first time had some special passion attached to it.
But it didn't matter. She kissed Janey on the forehead and stroked her hair. Janey was bouncing again, getting her pussy off against Maureen's left leg, while Maureen got the same thing off Janey's. She reached a hand down along Janey's thigh and curved it underneath until she contacted her friend's wet pussy. She rubbed her fingers on it and moved them in and out. Then she felt Duke's tongue licking her fingers and Janey's cunt. She pressed her thighs more firmly down on Janey's wriggling crotch and pressed her cunt more firmly down on Janey's hot smooth leg. The bouncing gave special stimulation to her clitoris, and she imagined Janey must be feeling the same thing.
They were writhing and thrusting frantically now, coming onto the peak of orgasm and it was fantastic, thrilling them over and over again.
She felt something big and warm and hairy spread out on her back. Duke! That fucking dog! But he felt good, like a relaxing blanket, even if rather heavy. In the state they were in she didn't notice his weight. She felt his lower body move on her ass, then she felt something slender and slick move between the lips of her cunt. Duke was thrusting away on her — he was fucking her!
A few moments later, as she and Janey began to come down, Maureen said, 'Janey, your dog likes me. In fact he's fucking the shit out of me, and I feel kind of funny.' Janey looked over Maureen's shoulder with a shocked expression and saw the dog doing her girlfriend with a passion. 'Duke!' she yelled. 'Duke! Stop that! Stop it! No!' But her commands met only an open mouth, hanging tongue, and loud frantic panting on the part of the dog.
Janey squeezed out from under Maureen and got onto her feet rather gingerly. Then she took two determined strides to where she could slap Duke severely across the butt. Three sharp cracks and he was off Maureen and dashing away for safety, away from Janey's vengeful form.
'Gee, I'm sorry, Maureen.' Maureen looked up at her weakly. 'He's never done that to me. I hope you didn't feel too queer, or that he spoiled anything.'
Maureen shrugged.
Then Janey grinned. 'Was it good?' she joked.
'You've got to be putting me on!' exploded Maureen with exasperation.
Janey shrieked with laughter and slapped her girlfriend on the buttocks. Maureen grabbed for her and missed.
'Maybe we ought to wash up.'
'Sounds like a good idea.'
They went into the bathroom, turned on the water, collected towels, and when the water was warm enough, they pulled out the shower button, pulled the curtain around the tub and stepped in.
The water was refreshing and soothing. They took turns soaping each other's bodies, not neglecting the intimate corners they had just discovered in each other. Janey pin-pointed her douche-bag and suggested Maureen use it to get out the dog sperm. Maureen nodded and finished washing the outside of her body.
When they stepped out on the rug and towelled off, Janey mixed up a scented douche for Maureen to use and worked on her face in the mirror over the sink while Maureen sat in the tub behind her and cleaned out her vagina.
'This stuff is sweet, Janey. I'm going to smell good enough to eat tonight.'
'Which one are you going to see?'
'Neither one actually. Not tonight. Unless Mike calls me between nine and ten at home. He said there was a chance.'
'That's generous of him.'
'If you had a chance to fuck him you'd believe what you were saying.'
Maureen got up and put down the instrument. She stepped out of the tub and towelled off her thighs and lower legs and ass. Janey's ass was right in front of her as she bent over to wipe low on her legs. Maureen leaned forward and kissed Janey's hip. Janey turned a sudden smile over her shoulder.
Maureen stood up, walked up behind her, let her body press against her and looked at Janey's face in the mirror. Her hands were on Janey's shoulders. Janey swivelled her hips a couple times for fun, but Maureen felt a new surge of excitement. The hips brushed against her mound and she felt like climbing up Janey's back.
Her arms encircled Janey at the waist. She felt the prominent curls of her pubic hair touching her wrist. She moved one of her hands downward smoothly and let it rest on Janey's mound.
'Oh!' said Janey. 'Want some more, huh?'
Maureen just smiled meltingly at her. Their eyes met in the mirror — Maureen's more passionate, Janey's a bit cooler, eyes round, mouth small and open. She paused in what she was doing and regarded Maureen in the mirror. She felt Maureen's cunt getting wet against the back of her upper thigh.
She put down her face cleaning tools and turned around to face Maureen. 'Honey, you're really feeling sexy,' she said. She looked down at Maureen's long, firm tits. The nipples were big, sticking up at her. She grit her teeth and rubbed her cunt against Maureen's. 'Let me make you feel good,' she sad, sliding her hands down Maureen's back to her nice big hips, where they rested and then began to caress the soft flesh gently, over and over.
Maureen closed her eyes. 'Oh, that feels good. Good Janey. Don't stop, baby, keep doing it.'
Her words and tone of voice sent a thrill through Janey's body. She felt her own nipples hardening.
She knelt slowly, bringing her hands softly over Maureen's buttocks and down the backs of her thighs. She caressed these and planted a firm dry kiss on Maureen's mound.
'Mm,' said Maureen. 'That's nice. Oh yes, do it again.'
Janey brushed her lips all around the front of Maureen's crotch, feeling the widespread silky pubic hair on her face, and smelling the delicate sweet fragrance of the douche.
She kissed up again down Maureen's mound, and this time encountered the coolness of her vagina lips — the top of them, opening slightly to her mouth. Kissing Maureen on the vagina was like a silent way of talking to her. The big mouth in front of her spoke not but gradually unfolded and behind its movements, often surprising and elusive, were all the energies and other parts of Maureen's body — the bones, muscles, membranes, hairs.
On her knees, gripping the legs in front of her, she planted a firm open-mouthed kiss on the sweet, musky orifice. She gave it some tongue, feeling the inner rim of its large hard lips, the taste of it on her flat long tongue.
The taste was one of soft blossoms, sweet fruit. Maureen's skin had a delicate fragrance and tasted good. Janey kissed her from near the knee to above the crotch. She crushed her lips on it. Her tongue pistoned between. She moved her hips and elbows like she was dancing, making Maureen laugh and stumble back a foot or two, say, 'Hey, Janey, let me stand up,' putting her hands on Janey's hair, steadying herself, straddling her genital across the mouth of her friend, who looked up at her completely concentrating her mouth on tonguing her, and licked her lips. The buttocks of Janey shifted restlessly on the floor, her leg, and the heels of her bottom-up feet.
Janey licked Maureen's lips. Maureen wanted to kiss her feet, but she felt pinioned by the pleasure tonguing out of Janey's mouth.
She thrust her pelvis onto Janey's mouth, and they started to swing in several inches of an arc, moving
