The dog hovered over her with is enormous pink panting tongue. Margaret was taking care of the last preparations and compulsive involvements on her part — feeling the dog's balls and cock, stroking them to yet further readiness, touching and commenting on Janey's wet cunt: 'You have a beautiful pussy — just the thing for Bela to fill with his rod.' She played with it, rubbing her hand over the top parts of Janey's vagina, catching the clitoris with exciting rubs. 'You know some dogs like Saluki and Greyhound often have such fine pussies a dog cannot get inside them once he's so stiff there's a bulb in the head of his cock. I wonder if Bela will have any problems getting into you, dear. I suppose not — he's not that hard yet and you're ready for him, aren't you? Yes, I can feel it! You're so hot and so wet, aren't you?'
She frantically spread the lips of Janey's pussy with two or three fingers of one hand and simultaneously guided the head of the excited dog penis into the opening. The two organs came together beautifully. Janey moaned as the dog entered her and she began bouncing up and down on her ass almost immediately; the animal, meanwhile, pushed in pretty far, got himself as big in the penis as he could and began with smiles and pants, fucking Janey with a passion.
'Ooooh,' said Janey, 'oooh,' twisting her head from one side to the other as the dog moved in and out as rapidly as he could, really not going too far and causing so much friction from his frantic humping at close quarters that she was already coming again, this time in a staccato burst of prolonged pleasure. She hung onto the big furry beast for dear life, humping right along with him, though rarely keeping up with the wild dog rhythm. She let herself go and seemed to fly through space full of excited images of nakedness and genitalia. The dog pressed down on her with his full weight, excited her and filled her also with awe by virtue of his frenetic primalness. He was like a return of her primitive heritage, a reminder that her very distant ancestors had been members of the animal kingdom a bit lower down than she was now. The dog threw a tremendous primal fuck into her, and her sensitive greedy body responded with full abandon to their passions.
Margaret urged the dog on, stoking his balls and the base of his cock and sometimes caressing Janey's thigh or ass or part of her vagina that lay exposed at any point.
Bela came inside of her after long minutes of jerking wildly. Janey was more and more stimulated all the way. By the time he got into his final burst of movement as the semen moved through this tubes and up and out his excited penis, she was already as excited as she could be. The final drive by the animal burned her vagina into yet another wave of orgasm, bringing little cries of disbelief, pain, and pleasure out of her as the final release of their nervous energies came to pass.
It had felt great, but she gradually got thoughts of Duke, and started much against her will to feel funny about letting another dog do it to her.
Was she going to be sniffed by every big male dog on the street, be a target for any stray canine that could stroke and lick her intimately? She imagined what it would be like going into the bushes with a dog who wanted to fuck her, or taking one home to fuck. They were really so less demanding than men!
However, she didn't think about it for very long. She slept for a while arm in arm with Margaret while the dog sat or lay nearby them, adding his warmth and the soothing beat of his breathing and the noise of his natural panting.
The following night she received Rodney at home. After a simple supper which she had prepared for them and held in readiness while he returned, late again, from his outside job, she curled up with him on her couch and they kissed passionately, full of the sense of time missed together. It felt wonderful to touch his body again up close, put her hand on his swollen trousers and hug his strong muscular frame tightly. Plus feel his solicitous hands caressing her body the intimate way she liked it done.
They were talking now about combining some of their housekeeping. While Janey wasn't totally sure she wanted to move in with him or have him really move in with her, the thought of spending so much time apart was hard to bear. Lately it been his moonlighting that kept them apart, but there was also just the physical distance between them. Many times at night he'd called her and they had been too tired to want to get in a car and drive over.
As he stroked her body, slowly unloosening her clothing and divesting her of it, she fell a thrill at his closeness. They moved together in such harmony. Maybe it was a good idea. He'd talked about it more than she, but now she was feeling the desire for a closer union even without him mentioning it. She felt it with as much urgency as she felt when he pressed her excited body against him as he stimulated her tits and crotch. And she knew that he would feel just the same after she came. It was soothing and when necessary, exciting just to have him close.
He took of her top and, squeezed her naked breasts gently. The stimulation of her erect nipples and surrounding flesh coursed through her nervous system like a bolt, an aphrodisiac of touch. Rod bent and sucked the nipples, lingering with lips and tongue over what he'd often kissed before, yet each time felt and gave her to feel that it was almost for the first time, that he was still finding out about and exploring her body.
Eyes half closed dreamily, she lay still as he knelt on the floor in front of her and caressed her leg from top to bottom, finally undoing her slacks and pulling them off her. Nothing but her panties remained, light, clinging, moist, and suggestive. He put his hand on her pantied cunt and moved it around in a revolving caress that fell really good.
Duke was getting all over him, however, jumping around, nudging them, whining, even barking.
'He's jumping all over me again, Janey,' Rod complained, shielding himself from the dog and sometimes shoving him away.
Janey hated to see him push Duke. She got up with an effort and a sigh and led Rodney again to her bedroom, where she closed the door against Duke, who whimpered outside for quite some time, listening to the two of them kiss and make love. It to had been a while since she had given Duke any love, and the poor boy had a need for her, which it was impossible to fulfill as much as she would have liked.
She made love slowly and passionately with Rodney. Going down on him in a sixty-nine as he ate her, then fucking him off and on for an hour. Through it all Duke would not go away from the bedroom door for more than a couple minutes in response to her commands. It seemed like she had no control over him any more.
'That damn dog,' complained Rodney. 'I wish you'd get rid of him or teach him to behave, mind his own business. He really gets on my nerves.'
Janey felt the glimmering of her final resolution to this problem of long-standing. There was no possibility of making Duke 'behave', as Rod so innocently put it, because once he had got him involved with her sexually, there could be no real turning back unless all the desire for her were trained out of him. And she hadn't the heart to be so hard on him.
There was one way out she could be sure of. The next day she visited Margaret in the evening. 'Oh! So this is your Great Dane! What a beautiful animal! Did I ever show you my pictures of a red-boned coonhound I used to own…'
'A what?'
'A red-boned coonhound. A very special breed developed through selection by dog breeders. One of the most beautiful animals you'll ever want to lay eyes on.'
Once inside Duke began to bark at the other dogs in the house, for Margaret had brought in a few others besides Bela. The two women shushed the dogs and tried to soothe them and even get them together. One of them, a boxer bitch, was in heat and attracted Duke after a while. Janey watched the dog circle her, sniff her, and start to get in the mood for mating, too. She watched with a strong dose of regret and a certain pang of jealousy.
But this was going to be all for the best.
'Thanks for letting me take care of him, Janey. I've never had such proud-looking animal as he is. You know I'll take good care and you can come any time to visit him or take him with you.'
Janey thanked her and left with the exhilaration of having released herself from a burden. It was painful, but she'd get over that. You'd never have guessed her mixed feelings from the light bounce in her gait. Near the corner, she passed the pet shop where Margaret often took her puppies. A bunch of cute little ones pressed up to the window as she passed smiling down at them.
Just around the corner she got into her car, started it, and sped off to meet Rodney.
