John Biggs - Naked with her dog

His lower legs were planted firmly on the couch, shoving him onto her in a classical face-to-face dog mount. His cock split her inner lips at last, and they both squealed with delight as the erection found its ultimate target and swelled yet more, sticking into her another inch or two with the first stage of ultimate excitement.

The smell of his hairy warm body intoxicated her. People had always liked him — everybody liked her dog; and sometimes they told her she should enter in shows, try to win prizes and money but she always said no to the very idea. She merely wanted a companion for her lonely hours, which weren't many but weren't pleasant to pass alone. Yes, this was how she would appreciate Duke. This was how she would use her prize dog who kept his purely amateur standing: she would be his female lover. He would possess her like the incarnation of a spirit from the pagan world. A dynamic animal lover who did not talk to her but communicated with her more deeply than almost anyone else. She felt this. It was a nameless love, blossoming into an exciting physical interlude or perhaps a whole life, she didn't know; she might introduce Duke to other dogs and have actual orgies with him. Or she might try different scenes altogether. It all rushed together in her mind and crystallised in the lovely sensations in her body.

Duke was on her hard and heavy, frantic and demanding. His rapid, lusty, reflex movements infected her with a different speed of sex. Perhaps it was a resuscitation of her instincts through the evolutionary ladder? She didn't know. She squeezed him and tried to match his frenzy. The blooming firecracker sensations in her cunt went off like miniature Roman candles all over her sensitive fucking flesh. He licked her face and neck, and she had to duck, laughing, away from his splashy sticky tongue. It felt good, however. Then he was over her just holding on and panting while his forepaws grabbed her sides tightly like he wanted to consume her and his pelvis pumped wildly, the long arching penis rubbing her adaptable cunt into blazing orgasm.

She humped her hips and rolled her body rapidly. Duke howled with delight and drove his genitals at her again and again spurting his entire store of semen into her vagina till it ran out of her with a slow, sensuous trickle.

She did see Maureen the next day just before lunch.

"Got your bag?"

"Yup!"

They waked brightly down the street to the little park corner where they ate before. One of the guys on the construction crew they passed was sitting on the low cinder block wall and swinging a sledge hammer idly before his knees and back to just between them. He laughed when he saw her staring for a few distracted seconds at what he was doing. She smiled and laughed to going to talk to Maureen.

At the spot, they fanned out their skirts and sat with stockinged thighs splayed on the grass. It was green and rich and tickled them.

They asked each other how the weekend had been relative to sex. Maureen had had some crazy time with that guy Mike, and Janey said that Rod had slept with her for a couple nights running at her place.

"How did Duke take it?" joked Maureen.

Janey laughed in surprise. "Well, you know, he really tried to get into the act himself a couple of times."

"Did you let him?"

"No; Rodney didn't like it when Duke started to lick me when I was on top. I talked about it jokingly and all, but it was clear that he wouldn't go for the idea of any further partners."

"Really? I wonder why not, Janey. I'll bet you he's not going to turn down a second or third woman who comes up to him."

"Ha," said Janey, "would you like to try him?"

"Not when he's with you," said Maureen knowing, "I don't want to spoil anything and spoil our friendship." She almost continued, I'd take him alone, however — but Janey had taken her hand affectionately. She smiled into her friend's eyes and squeezed her hand back. For a second they felt like embracing, but in public it would have felt too funny because of the worry caused by being seen. They would certainly have lingered in a passionate hug; as it was, they looked around now and then to see if they were being observed holding hands.

They moved a little closer together as they discussed some of the crazy things on their mind. Their knees were touching gently, kind of thrillingly. Janey now and then passed her hand nicely up and down Maureen's lower leg. She insinuated a finger into her friend's shoe at one point and rubbed her instep.

Laughingly, Maureen pulled her foot away, saying, "That tickles! Stop it!" She took off her shoe and rubbed her foot soothingly.

There was a gleam in Janey's eye. She knew Maureen was hot and didn't want to be flustered for the rest of the working day. She could understand that.

They finally got around to going out some night during the week, perhaps that night.

"Oh, and don't forget about Saturday night," said Maureen.

"Don't forget about what?"

"That's right! I called you last night but didn't get you and forgot to call back. I daydreamed that I'd already talked to you, isn't that strange!"

Janey nodded neutrally, expectantly. "Yeah," she said, "I've done that."

"There's going to be a big party," said Maureen excitedly. "Word's come to me through some special friends I've had for quite some time. And I even found two girls in the offices talking about it. They stopped when they saw I was eavesdropping, but I'd heard the address, and I said, 'Yeah, Saturday night, Margaret Paul and Tom Lindsay,' and they were really surprised that I knew about it, too. They're nice girls. Anyway, you ought to come. I'm going to bring Mike. I'd love to bring Terry, too, just to mingle with the crowd even more, but I'm sure one of them would get jealous cause they're both after me these days."

Janey shook her head and smiled. "Well, I can't bring Rodney. He's bound to be working. And you know, I'm not sure he'd go for what it sounds like you're talking about — an orgy party, right?"

"Right! Depending on what anybody wants! But you're better off not brining him — get somebody new, just for the sake of that night! But I bet you he'd participate if you and maybe somebody else talked to him seriously about it. He just looks like the crazy passionate type."

"He is, but I don't think you've met him enough to say that he's orgiastic. I think he was jealous the other night when Duke started licking me."

"Oh, bosh! That's just an act! He's one of those guys who'll say anything just to keep their mouth going!"

"Maureen, you're crazy."

"I know, but what difference does it make?" Janey got all the details and said she would probably go alone for fun, and Maureen told her they'd pick her up, though she'd have to talk to Mike first since she'd probably go in his car.

That night, she took Duke for a walk, brought him home, made her supper, and after washing the dishes, felt a sudden desire for Duke's attentions. He'd been at her pretty closely, and it was like they both knew they were going to make love that evening.

Janey went into her bedroom, took off all her clothes, and walked back into the living room nude. Duke frisked about her, sniffed and nuzzled her, licked her feet, cunt, and ass.

As the passions mounted, she sort of squatted while standing and pushed her ass at his insatiable mouth. She petted him while he licked her. Her caresses grew more and more sensual, and she grew more and more horny. Duke's cock was sticking out and he began to hump her leg.

"Come on," she sighed frantically, dropped to her knees and wriggling her hindquarters at him. She reached back and grabbed his front paws.

The dog moved forward and mounted her. Trembling with powerful desire, his front legs clasped her body and his rear ones pushed up to her ass. His cock tickled her crotch. She reached behind, stroked it smoothly with short jerks and guided the tip of it into her hot cunt.