John Biggs - Naked with her dog

Finally she turned around and faced Janey, grabbing her tightly by the arms. "Let me do it to you, now," she said.

She pushed gently against Janey, making her lie back. Then she slowly stripped off Janey's garments till Janey lay tingling, completely nude, loving the way the woman's soft hand massaged her bushy pubic mound.

She gathered Janey's clothes in a pile and placed them carefully with her own clothes and covered them all with her lightweight coat in a small heap against the wall eight feet away. "Now," was all she said, coming back over, running her hands up and down the tops of Janey's legs, lifting her feet, massaging them briefly before bending forward to kiss Janey directly on the bush. She massaged the mound with her tongue and licked lower, around the sides of Janey's musky cunt, across the face of it, kissing down the inner thighs, spreading them with her hands, licking all around the perimeter of Janey's cunt, kissing it lips to lips, and penetrating it at last with her skilful tongue.

Janey relaxed totally, immersed in her excitement, and revelled in the joy of the lustful sensations the thorough woman gave her. They were soon the centre of a small crowd of attentive orgiasts. A man lay over Janey's chest and sucked one of her tits. Another came over and stood above them, waving his erect penis, then jacking off excitedly, shaking semen all over them. They didn't care. Another man came over and a woman approached at the same time. They were on opposite sides of Janey's upper body. The man had a tremendous hard-on, and the woman knelt and leaned across Janey to suck it. It took a while, and Janey played with her tits which were swinging near Janey's flushed face. The pleasure the woman between her legs was giving her pussy was wonderful. She sucked, licked, and kissed on and on, driving Janey higher and higher. People came and went. At one point a whole group of men stood over them shacking their sticks, holding themselves, stroking their penises to orgasm, splashing Janey and her friend with warm come. But they came and went, and the woman was still eating her, making her come again and again with shattering, blissful sensation.

Finally Janey dozed off and when she awoke, the woman lay half asleep with her mouth still on Janey's cunt. She looked up when she felt Janey stir.

"What's to do now?" said Janey. "It's late. I don't want to drink any more, and I wonder if my friends already went home."

"I'll give you a ride, dear."

"You would? Oh, thanks! And let me tell you again, what you did for me was fantastic! Did you get satisfied, too?"

"Yes! You did it to me! And while I sucked you, I masturbated, and also took in a couple of pricks."

Janey laughed wildly, and they got up to pull on their clothes.

As they sped home in her new friend's car, they exchanged phone numbers and addresses and talked about what they did, what they liked to do sexually, during which the woman asked her all of a sudden, looking it her with excitement from the wheel of her speeding car, "Did you ever get licked by big dog?"

Janey looked at her with disbelief then cried out with the pleasure of telling somebody, "Yes! I have a beautiful Great Dane, and we get it on!"

The other woman looked at her with flashing eyes. It was an awfully lucky night to be coming across such a friendly kindred soul! Her name was Margaret, and she and Janey planned to get together in a couple of days.

That same night Rodney finished up his work very late, got home at 12:30, but still called Janey. No answer! That bitch! She never slept through the phone, she'd answer it any hour. She must be out. He wasn't really angry, though. He felt a twinge jealousy, but soon turned to pleasure at the idea that they were still quite independent. That provided a relationship with safety valve if the pressure got too high.

He stretched with a tired, but exhilarating ripple of his well-used muscles. Went to the refrigerator, took out a beer, popped it open, went to sit by the TV set. Some old B grade movie was on. Held his interest for a while. Warm and dusty from work, he gradually shed his clothes and once out off beer, walked back through the kitchen in his underwear. As he passed through his living room with a fresh can, he noticed the light on across the street. It was past one and everything else looked dark and dead out there.

The light belonged to the woman across the street — that single woman who'd been watching him eat Janey that night and walk to the window with his hard-on bobbing. He stood and waited, looking for a while at the empty lighted window. Then just as he was about to get back in his chair and turn around to watch the TV set, she walked into the room, right up to the window and stopped, first looking down and around at the street, then looking up at him and staring across without moving. It was pretty far across to her, but he was sure she could sometimes see her eyes blink. Maybe not, he wondered, but it was no hallucination to see her put her hands to her cheeks, then sit back awhile obviously looking at him looking back at her, move to the middle of the room and open her arms. Her breasts stuck out in her dress! He twitched his limp dick, but she probably didn't see the slight bulge it made go up a second then subside. He laughed coarsely and stroked his balls. Just to kind of take away the itch to the rest of him or make a sign to her.

She walked toward a corner of the room and looked like she was leaving, but he was wrong, she stopped short brought her hands to her sides, then looked at him, and brought her hands up to her tits. She held them up looking across. Rodney's penis resembled a mine-sweeper. It seemed like half a suspension bridge, hanging and swinging in front of him within his loose shorts. He couldn't fail to notice that. Pretty soon it became a bridge that found its other side and grew into a skyscraper. He popped open the beer at last and swallowed waiting to see what she'd do. It was fine! She unzipped her dress and stepped right out of it, going to the other corner of the room and stripping off her bra. She did not turn around through but stared at the wall as if was going something there that he couldn't tell… Now she was playing with her pants! Rodney felt like ripping his pants off and springing in her view.

She might gobble it, but how would he get to her?

He'd have to wait until she came out of the building over there some time.

With much regret yet relief at figuring it out, Rodney waved his rocket at her and sat down. But he sat down with his head still twisted toward her, to see if she would say goodbye. She turned away and walked past the centre of the room again. She bent over at the waist trying to pick something off the floor. He pointed his finger at thumb at her in a mock pistol and made a few shots even as she got up exposing her juggling breasts for one instant before striking off the light.

Wow! thought Rodney exhaling with pleasure. He stared it the set excitedly and drank the second beer without focusing his gaze to the screen for very long. His cock was sticking out of his pants and not being denied.

He belched about ten minute after he came, woke up and dozed to the set, then stood up, scratched and yawned and doused the light and put his body in bed.

Janey balled Rodney on Saturday night, and two nights later was over at Margaret's. The other woman let her in the front door of the little house with a great little smile and real diamonds of excitement in her moist, slitted eyes. She was smaller through and through than Janey'd remembered, just enough to make her fine-boned body feel engulfed by Janey's hug in response to her. She thought she looked good leading the way down the hall quickly, talking over her shoulder to make Janey catch up, but she was devouring the momentary idea of bringing Rod in with her. Of course she was there for Margaret and Fido and whatever pleasures might ensue, but this didn't prevent her from imagining the rock-like penis of Rod in the rooms with them at certain silent or distracted times.