John Biggs - Naked with her dog

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."

"I don't, but if you stay at home all the time, I might start getting modest in the way I talk around you."

"I'm not going to stay home," said Janey, taking a long drink of beer. "I might want to come out later, so think about coming by again. If you're going to the Dominoes, you'll have come back this way anyway — unless you spend the night somewhere else."

"Not the night, honey. Not tonight. Tomorrow I've got a few things planned." As they talked on, Maureen noticed how much rapport existed between Janey and Duke. Janey looked just like a princess.

"Well, honey, it's knocking eight-thirty. I'm gonna wiggle over to the licensed premises."

Janey sighed, smiled, saw her to the door.

Maureen rambled down the stairs, skilful with her spiked heels, tight short skirt and full stomach now fairly rested. A man passed by the front door of the apartment building, glanced in her direction and looked as he passed. She came outside busily direct to her car, a Pinto, slammed the door smartly, and ignited the engine. The car purred out of the parking space and glided down the street like a fast kitten. She pulled up at stop sign, blinked her light, and turned and accelerated up the avenue with a roar.

The Dominoes was crowded, people spilling out into the brightly lit sidewalk spot around the door. Traffic on the street was moderate and quick of foot. Janey went to the end of the block, turned left and left again into the parking lot of the shopping plaza across a narrow lane from the bar.

Inside the buzz enveloped her, and she met and passed by many pairs of eyes. A bar-girl asked her what she wanted, and somebody she knew materialised about the same time and sprang for the drink. She took frequent tiny sips and gabbed and looked about. The guy introduced her to a couple of friends, she moved in closer with them at the bar and talked with a stranger at the other end of their group. A pretty cool guy. They warmed up to each other, but he begged off when their group suddenly started to split, and she had to settle for exchanging phone numbers with him.

Hope that wasn't a big waste of time, she thought, circulating quickly about another sector of the bar. People at tables, mostly strangers, looked at her and some of them tried to get her attention. She waved or said hello to a couple of individuals whom she knew.

Off to the side of the Dominoes was an open door that led into a kind of short alley, a cul-de-sac used mainly to let out some of the excess heat from indoors.

She walked out there, and it was crowded like parts of the inside. Directly across from her stood a bull-like guy eyeing her with a lewd smile. She felt neutral toward him, but right next to her was a dark-haired handsome one who stared at her with somewhat more sophistication but an equal intensity. He started to talk to her. She licked her lips slightly. They were so close together out there that their thighs were touching. The soft cotton of his sky-blue trousers and the slightly abrasive fabric of her tight stockings. Their conversation grew animated and friendly. He looked down again at her nipples, prominent against her knit top and stared for just a second. He slowly rolled his thigh a little more against her, then away from her leg, and swivelled his body so that the side his hip was resting against the wall instead of his ass. She felt his cock throbbing on her leg. She inhaled a little more deeply next time with just the slightest hint of a hiss. He smiled at her again, and their eyes communed more closely.