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
