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.'
'Well, don't think I'm in a different world.'
