John Biggs - Naked with her dog

Saturday afternoon Maureen came over to Janey's house with a bottle of champagne.

"What's the celebration?" asked Janey, after a momentary hesitation because it was only three o'clock.

"Down, Duke, down," she said, patting him firmly but aloofly on the head and shoulders. "What it is, Janey, is my sex life. I'm going a mile a minute. Terry on Thursday night and this guy Mike again last night."

"You got two good ones, huh?"

"Both of 'em can fuck like gorillas, and Mike has a tongue like an elephant."

"Next thing you ought to get is a donkey," responded Janey with a bright laugh.

"Whoa," cried Maureen as the plastic cork shot out of the champagne bottle with a loud pop. She quickly lowered the neck so the bubbly would pour into a glass. "Janey, that guy Terry's dingus is bigger than a donkey's, and he smells a whole lot better over all."

"I should hope so. Last time I was on a farm the last thing I thought about was sex."

"You never had a horse or anything, did you?"

"No! But I've looked at them."

"Who hasn't."

"I wonder what would be like?"

"Wouldn't be like anything, Janey. A horse might be too big, or it would take long to mount him. You'd be cold. Now the thing to do would be to train Duke to go after you. Down, boy! Actually it looks like you don't have too far to go."

Janey gave her a funny smile.

"Maureen, you haven't told me much about this guy, Mike."

"I thought you were a good girl. You don't want to hear things that'll drag you back into the fishbowl."

"Rodney's, going to be away all weekend working. Go ahead; I can at least listen."

"Janey, this guy has a taste for everything. The first time I met him we weren't kissing for more than ten minutes before he went down on me and gave me the greatest head I've ever received. And when we had more time, he went all around the world with me. If I wanted to, I could just lie there and let him cover me with kisses."

Petting Duke's head, Janey stared kind of meltingly at her and nodded.

She smiled back at Janey, seeing that she was hot but didn't say anything. "So after a while, I get on top of him and fuck like a two-legged mare. He's the type of person who wants to do everything, and from the way he talks in between sex, it sounds like he's done everything already."

"Like what?"

"Using ticklers and dildos, having threesomes, orgies. He wanted to put on a huge dildo and go up my ass with it, but I held hack. I let him put his penis in there though. It's fairly long, kind or slender — really feels good."

Janey drank some more. Her face was crowded with lust.

"I tell you, honey, I would do almost anything with him. And now he's got these friends, a man and a woman, he showed me their pictures — nude pictures, yet! — and he's going I arrange a little party with us and them."

"Have you ever done that?"

"Just a few times."

"I only did it once." There was a longish pause. "It wasn't bad. You really have to he in the mood. The sex happens naturally. It doesn't matter who you're with in those situations."

Maureen nodded. "When I'm fucking with a man, don't mind if a woman is there."

"Would you kiss another woman?"

Maureen looked at her kind of embarrassedly Janey felt that way, too. A lump formed in her throat.

"I've done it," said Maureen slowly. "If you're in the mood, it's not that different. It's — even kind of a thrill."

Janey hissed without meaning to. Their eyes met intimately, played and probed, and danced away. Janey felt her nipples hardening. "You ought to invite him over here," she said.

"Which one?"

"Both of them."

Maureen laughed loudly. That felt better. The joking was a release. She went over to the couch. Duke followed her.

"Good boy," she said, patting him on the head. He started sniffing noisily up and down her upper leg, crossed over the other one. "That tickles, boy!" She rubbed his head and neck some more. "Janey, this animal is awfully friendly."

Janey laughed but said nothing, continued to sip her champagne. When the glass was empty she poured some more.

Maureen had a maxi dress on that buttoned up the middle of the skirt section. She brought her dangling foot down to the floor and watched Duke, sniff around her hem and then stick his head up underneath eagerly.

"Janey! This dog is something else!" She laughed at her friend with her face all pinched up by humour, lust and wine.

"Wait a minute, Janey! Wait a minute… he's going right at me. What a sniffer, what a… oh, Janey," drawled Maureen with amazement and pleasure. "Oh… Janey… What is he doing with his tongue, Janey…"

Janey felt hot now. She couldn't hold the secret back any longer. "He likes to lick me sometimes, and I let him. Does he feel good?"

Maureen nodded slowly, staring at Janey.

Janey walked over to the couch with her glass and bottle, both of which she placed on the floor. She and Maureen looked at each other for a while, then Janey put her arm around Maureen's shoulders. They leaned their heads back against the top of the couch and looked at each other with strange abandon. Janey felt all tingly. She felt suddenly free, yet possessed. With Maureen inviting her, she mover her face forward slowly and gently kissed her friend on the lips. Maureen responded with a soft kiss, opening her lips and touching the tip of her tongue to the tip of Janey's lips.

Janey's left arm was around Maureen's shoulders and her right hand held Maureen's in Maureen's lap, right above Duke's active head. Maureen closed her eyes and let her mouth gape slightly. She was savouring the genital licking the dog was giving her. She squeezed Janey's hand. Janey stared at her face.

"Take off your pants," she said slowly. "It's much better that way."

Maureen opened her eyes. "Oh," she replied lazily, "I don't know."

"It's OK," said Janey, feeling she was more the excited one.

"It's OK," she repeated. "I'll take off mine, too. It feels good, doesn't it? We can let him lick both of us. All we have to do is sit here. It's better than talking about it. You're not nervous, are you?"

"Not now," said Maureen softly, shaking her head.

Janey let go her hand and started to unzip her slacks. Maureen watched her friend stand up and slid the garment down her legs. Janey had a pretty ass. The silk panties clung to them alluringly.

Maureen pulled the flap of her skirt upward steadily, popping the snaps one after the other. Then she undid the buttons of her top part, until her entire dress was open and she sat there really covered only by a bra and panties. Janey stared a while at Maureen's nipples pushing out of the fine bra fabric. Then she called Duke away from Maureen's crotch and guided him to her own. Duke nuzzled her eagerly and began licking right against the panties. Janey closed her eyes and moved her hips slowly. Then she quickly pulled down her panties, giving Maureen a terrific sudden view of her naked ass. When she straightened up, Maureen liked how she looked even better — round, firm, prominent hips, a few wispy black hairs at the bottom.

"Mm," said Janey, "that feels good, Duke. Lick me, boy, lick me!" She enjoyed that for a while, and when she turned around to get back on the couch, she saw Maureen without her bra and panties. Janey sat down and they stared at each other. Duke was licking Janey's cunt.

"Let me take this off for you," said Maureen, running her hand smoothly over the front of Janey's bra. Janey sat forward a little and let Maureen reach behind her to undo the clasp. When it was free, Janey took the garment off and tossed it aside. Maureen rubbed the top of her back and shoulders for a while.

"That feels good," said Janey. Her tits got goose pimples, and her nipples got very erect. She touched the right one and stroked her back and Duke licked her fragrant and now very damp pussy. She could smell her own, and she could smell Maureen's too.