John Biggs - Naked with her dog

He was looking at her while she thought this, and rolled onto her side to face him and pat him. "You're not weird, are you, Duke. You're just a healthy young… male. You feel good, your hair, your muscles, your bones. You even smell good to me, Duke, and that's really something where I'm concerned. Yes, do you like me to do this? Does it feel good? Yes, it must feel even better to you than it does to me."

She remembered how those two dogs looked when they were fucking. She was just a little girl and had felt the indefinite allure of the mystery being opened up to her.

"Who do you fuck, Duke? Do you have a girl friend in a backyard somewhere?" She remembered how he had spontaneously mounted Maureen.

"Yes, you must really like girls, Duke. Even girls like me who don't even have a big nose or big tongue and only have hair in a couple places. Unlike you with hair all over your body." Her petting was very extended, very warm. Duke's tongue was hanging out more than usual, and he pushed against her from the pleasure she was giving him and from his desire to receive more.

She put her hand underneath him and cupped his genitals. She gripped his sheath with thumb and forefinger and stroked it lightly. The friction was very pleasing to him. He licked her arm over and over and at times splashed his tongue in her face, making her laugh.

Very soon his pink erection feathered forth, and she touched it, too, with just her index finger on some of the strokes. Soon his pink organ was sticking out halfway, and she just gazed with fascination.

She touched his balls again and pulled the tips of her four fingers down their round bodies with exciting gentleness. Over and over she did this, then pressed her fingers fill against the bag, surrounded it and squeezed with more firmness inside her fingers than against his balls, but the strong pressure was transmitted to his testicles, and she saw his erection grow another length.

"Come on, boy, Duke, Duke, stick it all out for me."

Janey caressed him, with loving care, softly, firmly, from base of scrotum to tip of penis, pulling, tickling, and squeezing as she rubbed. Kissing him, too, on the top and front of his head, she teased and tickled his erection until he was good and ready and stuck out to his full straining length.

His front paws were on top of the couch cushions, and Janey was halfway off the couch, feeling his genitals with one hand and hugging his body with the other, while she kissed him on the ear and near the eye.

"Good dog, Duke, good dog. Your dick feels good in my hand, all slick and hard. Fuck my hand, Duke."

She kissed him hard on the top of the head and hugged him closer. Her lower hand squeezed his balls and then cupped upward, stroking his erection.

Duke panted wildly. His tongue slapped her with its wet stickiness. "Oh, Duke!" she shrieked. "You're getting me completely wet!" she laughed and shook while she laughed and this excited him more and made him lick her more.

She turned her face away from his persistent tongue, but she could not take her hand away from his prick. It felt sexy, and she needed him to come almost as badly as he wanted it. Lovingly she pushed his head away with her other hand, and he got the message. He stopped licking and let his tongue just hang out, deep and damp, while he panted with tremendous, desire. His body moved up instinctively, trying to press against Janey, but she wouldn't let him do it.

"Don't get my clothes dirty," she cried.

Duke jerked his pelvis and whined from deep in his throat and chest. Manfully his lungs puffed up and his ribcage swelled. His whole body throbbed with the lust of his erection. His muscles corded into hard balls. His cock swelled out to its greatest dimension and he made a sound deep in his throat like a soft growl, a rough sound of affection. Janey felt all these signs, felt his lust take control of her, and jacked his penis faster. He quivered. Stray drops of clear liquids sprayed from the tip of his pink rod, and seconds later a few terrific squirty spurts flashed up into the air and onto her arm and hand. The sperm was very warm. Some of it got onto her clean dress and the cushions of the couch.

"Oh, Dukey," she said, slowing her masturbating down over to a me crawl and finally a stop, "you've got it all over me."

She got up from the couch, Duke looking up at her with quizzical pleasure, his eyes intense, his body tired and grateful. Instead of following her into the bathroom, he slumped down on his paws and waited for her to come out.

Janey wiped the wet spots with a thick towel. They seemed to come out OK.

She came back into the living room and dabbed at the spots of come on the rug and the couch. No damage.

Finally she plopped back into the couch, and did her thing until the downstairs buzzer sounded. Excitedly she leaped off the couch, sprang to the door and pressed the button to let him in the outer door. She stood there with her eye in the peek-hole, hearing the sound of feet coming rather heavily up the stairs and then seeing Rod step into the hallway and walk to her door. She swung it open and they embraced hungrily. It felt good to grab onto each other after so much time apart especially. Rod kissed her warmly on the mouth and then on the cheek. They stood with arms around each other, still greeting each other affectionately inside the locked door.

"You look nice," he said. "Are those clothes new?"

"Nope. Just something you haven't seen before."

"I'd ask you the same question but I know you're just being a slob."

The joke about his grimy T-shirt underneath his fresh outer one and the dirt under his fingernails made him erupt with laughter. His hand squeezed her while he shook, laughing with his head thrown back. She grinned toothily and rubbed the powerful muscles of his forearm and upper arms.

"I would have changed completely, Janey, you know that, but I thought it would he more fun if you took off my dirty undershirt for me."

"Oh, is that it? Well, you did the right thing." She walked over to the couch and he watched her for a moment her pleated skirt and shoe-less legs in white hose.

"Come on over and sit next to me, dirt man."

He walked over and she held out her arms. He sat down and embraced her. Their mouths met in a kiss and their tongues felt around inside. He put big hard hand on her hair, stroked the back of her neck, too. He felt down her shoulder and arm and dropped his hand to her leg. The skirt rustled smoothly. He slipped hid hand underneath and caressed the thick knit hose that covered her legs. She sighed between kisses and swung both legs up on his lap. He caressed her knees, lower legs, and feet, giving her an ankle, toe, and sole massage that really stimulated her. She pressed her lips against his wildly and kissed him again and again, loudly, then pressed forward meltingly, once again licking his lips and joining her tongue to his.

He had a firm erection by now that made a thick bulge in trousers. He moved her leg over, grazing it with back and forth passes. Then Janey bent one leg at the knee and pointed her foot at his bulge.

First her toe, then the soft flesh underneath felt his trapped penis and stroked skilfully like a monkey.

"Oh, that's good, Janey! Do it! Can you feel dick twitching?"

"Mmm, a little bit. Your trousers are too tight. Cramping the style."

"That's no problem," said Rod, reaching for his zipper.

"Wait!" said Janey.

He paused his hand on her foot.

"Let me take off your shirt first and give you a sponge bath."

He laughed at her, and she smiled wildly back at him, licking her lips.

"You want me to come in the bathroom?" asked Rod. He stood up in front of her, held her foot by the ankle, letting it hang there in his palm and caressed the instep and toes with his other hand. She arched it and toed his tight pants, played with his sheathed erection.