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CHAPTER EIGHT

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.

Margaret was really effusive, talking about everything non-stop, especially our furry friends, of the canine family.

"The first time I ever got off with my dog was when I took care of a bunch, of basset hounds, honey. Those long fat little warm-bloods looked, so involved and so cute that I let myself tail into fantasy like you have all the time, you know, and touch myself in the crotch."

"I always associated the basset hound with the old TV show."

"You mean that Jackie Cooper thing? Yeah! But that was a sluggish dog; I'm talking about beautiful basset hounds, Janey. Long little ears. I'd alway grab 'em and kiss 'em, rub their little bellies, and chests. Their dicks weren't out of the question either, I'd stroke 'em a little bit. I never got off on a female, but the men were kind of cute with those attractive things they got."

Janey just laughed at her. It was friendly, though. She wasn't trying to put Margaret down. Just funny the way she went on.

"So when I saw two of my basset hounds fucking, I thought, well, it's, the best thing I've run into all day or so, and it was suggesting what I'd been missing from my own sex life. Busy as I was or without the right emotional attitude."

"I don't know," said Janey, shrugging.

Margaret's wolfhound walked into the room. Margaret immediately said something to the dog and petted him before he could respond in any way to Janey.

"He's beautiful," said Janey. "How long have you had him?"

"Oh, pretty long," Margaret broke up. "And he's pure bred, too."

"What a fine tail! What a crazy head! Strong looking dog."

Margaret beamed with pride. "I keep him around me all the time. I've completely lost my fear of the streets at night. Nobody says anything to me that get me turned on the wrong way without him yapping their heads off."

Janey said, "He seem friendly enough."

"Friendly enough for what?! Are you ready to breed him for me? I've been, wanting to come up with a girl-like he dog or a girl servant-companion who's dumb and dog-like."

"Oh!" cried Janey boldly. "That's sick!"

"Ha-ha-ha! I'm just kidding! The nearest thing to that I ever got was when I bred giant dogs with each other to get even bigger dogs that could put their paws on a human's shoulder and still tower above your head!"

"Wow! What kind were they?"

"No special kind. They were furry but in coils, kind of sparse like a terrier can be, only they were more setters, borzois, hounds… kind of freakish dogs."

"Must have been. Oh, this room is nice! So bright everywhere," she said, looking around at the white and pale yellow painted walls, the numerous fixtures, and furniture but white plastic couch with a long very thin cushion and some chair and pillows. The rug moved springily to Janey's feet. It seemed like somebody else was going to be in there – with them, or just with her? She sat down, took off her shoes. Margaret stooped to her chair and picked the shoes by the backs of them with her thumb and first two fingers.

"What can I get you? Bloody Mary? Vodka screwdriver? Gin and tonic?"

"Uh," said Janey, giggling, "do you have any whisky?"

They decided on two Canadian cocktails.

"What I wanted to say," Janey mentioned, as they drank in rapid sips, and lolled in their seats; Janey swung her chair wide and thoughtfully, "was that your dog, the one who grew above people's heads?"

"Yes," replied Margaret, smiling across at Janey with just enough deadpan to get across her exaggeration. "I put my arms around his neck and swung down along his belly like a monkey. Sometimes a saddle and I went on his back, but usually I laid him in a hammock underneath."

Janey tried not to laugh. "How big – a bulb – did he get."

"Enough to tie me on for twenty-four hours," said Margaret before throwing her head back in wild laughter.

Janey mused, and looked at Margaret's trim compact body, stretched out near her from short brown hair and more experienced looking face to her plaid blouse and blue slacks and open-toed shoe tilted up… just a few inches away from Janey's own crawling.

Margaret smiled and looked up as Janey's foot rubbed hers. She stood up. She walked over, every step loose quick yet intense to Janey's eyed and hers, bent and kissed her as they embraced and hugged with a return of warm passion.

She caressed Janey's back as they clasped, then returning to a kiss from cheeks to lips, they felt each others breasts through their blouses. Janey had on a different knit one over her blue jeans. Margaret got her nipples right away, wishing she could return hers for a second. It felt good to stroke them under that modest clinging cloth. Her hands and Janey's big tits felt slippery. A fiery tongue licked up the nerves of Margaret's upper thighs and lower belly.

Their tongues played audacious gradual games, touching the other girl's lips and mouth, nose and cheeks, as well as the other person's tongue.

Their mouths plastered together. Their bodies moved together from waist to knees. Margaret moved her pubis against Janey's own mound, and Janey stopped for a second. Margaret immediately stepped back and began to undo the buttons on her blouse. Janey watched and almost involuntarily licked her lips. It took a while for Margaret to take all that off, including a bra, but they were so cute when she exposed them! Also smaller than Janey remembered, but fine big handfuls, firm and brown stiff nippled. The two trouser-clad women moved together again for the excitement of a bare-bosomed embrace. They writhed against each other sensuously.

Margaret stopped around the ankles. It was so tightly piled up. The tight legs and hips she had carefully uncovered, and now she was impatient to enjoy her prize. One hand grabbed Janey's lower leg and the other held and pulled on the trousers while Janey stepped out of them, leg by leg. She could feel her tits bounce with anticipation as each foot came down on the rug heavily. The dog whimpered and Janey stroked his high head, across the forehead back over the ears. He was a superb dog. He looked up a her with a huge smile, his long tongue curving well out over his lower jaw and back toward his neck. It was all wet and glistening and he panted infectiously.

"Oh, nice," she barely heard Margaret whisper as Margaret slid softly up her legs and squatted caressing the backs of her thighs softly and smoothly. She smiled down at Margaret and saw her touch herself then touch Bela low on the belly. He was up in the air with his paws held by them, one in Janey's hand, one on top of Margaret's shoulder. The dog has a hard-on, she thought. Even before she touched him. It felt sexy to watch Margaret expertly stroke the dog from sheath to tip and back to balls. She must have done this hundreds of times, thought Janey.

A fire built in her loins. She watched for almost three minutes while Margaret played with Bela's genital parts. The dog was really excited. Soon of course he had to drop back on all fours. Janey wanted to go down on him for a second, but Margaret pressed her hands firmly against Janey's belly and continued to stare at her girlfriend's big outcurling hair and finely shaped vagina.

Her hands stroked Janey's legs with great desire. Her mouth moved drily against the outer reaches of Janey's pubic hair. She rubbed her face on Janey's belly mound and legs, holding the girl firmly with her hands on other hips and sometimes her hips.

Margaret was still squatting and Janey tried to give her some soft penetrating toe, but it was almost impossible, except when Margaret turned far enough to one side of Janey's middle, but she wouldn't or couldn't, all her attention was fastened on the centre of Janey's body below the waist. She caressed Janey's hot skin. Her mouth pressed warm open kisses on the girl's vagina.

Janey closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure. Her breath started to come and go very deeply, sometimes sharply. The ardent lips and skillful tongue of Margaret were like a thousand tiny needles or jets of hot water scouring and stimulating her tough genital tissue. Her cunt opened up to Margaret's licking. The big curly lips swelled outward in a puckered kind of way.

Margaret put her tongue everywhere inside those lips and rubbed the inner lips as well, the nubby clitoris, and the hole in the very centre which was so used to a big penis.

"It feels good," said Janey, with warm emphasis on the last word. "I love it when you kiss it all up and down like that, it feels like you're sucking."

Margaret smiled and ran her mouth a little faster, fully attentive to the expert methods of her cunt-eating.

The loud noises her tongue made reached Janey's inflamed ears and brought a further burst to her mind and body as a whole as she felt her lips move and expose new parts of their anatomy to Margaret's fine little gobbly tongue.

But the noises couldn't all be coming from her own pussy. No, absolutely not, she found when she opened her eyes and saw that fantastic dog ducking his long muzzle right under Margaret's squatting buttocks, pushing his head in front the side and getting underneath just enough to flash his long tongue in and out of Margaret's excited cunt. The nose of the dog rubbed against his mistress's excited cunt. Sometimes he licked up, getting her ass, and the outer and upper parts of her hip, too.

They were both well into the tryst. Janey embraced Margaret's wonderful unselfish pleasure-giving head tightly and even stood closer, pressing her thighs against the sides of Margaret's head. Margaret's face buried in her pussy, humping Margaret while Margaret kissed and sucked her off.

"Ooooh," she said. "Oh, oh…" shaking and quivering, and after she had come, standing straighter and straighter up against Margaret who continued to lick her pussy gently. The dog was getting her.

When Janey'd had enough, Margaret got down on all fours and asked Janey to help her. Janey got down on the floor on her belly and chest and watched the approach of the excited dog to Margaret's nude, wet hindquarters. The large pink penis stood out of the sheath excitingly. Janey put her fingers around it and stroked with rapid firm slips all up and down, front to back of its erect contour. Bela panted and moved closer. Janey wondered what it would be like. She watched attentively as the dog finally grabbed the middle of Margaret's body above the waist and brought his pelvis up. His hips jerked forward convulsively, rubbing his penis against Margaret's lovely compact buttocks, which Janey stroked from top to bottom many times during all this before finally guiding the erection into her friend's cunt, which is what Margaret had been referring to in the first place when she asked for help.

Bela gave his all to the act. While Margaret backed up at him and pushed and wriggled her body, the dog humped her frantically, with a show of uncontrollable passion, which drove on both of them. Margaret's body thrilled to the enveloping furry clutch of the wildly working animal, whose pumping hindquarters, with penis now swollen inside of her, moved with heat and friction not to be denied. She came with wild little cries escaping from her body, and Janey felt creamy just watching. The dog ejaculated moments later with jerks and gasps.

Janey petted the animal's hindquarters as he slowed down and waited for the chance to disengage. He felt furry and warm and strong.

It was not long before she got her own chance. Margaret had got her a full-length fine fur robe to put on over her nudity, and the feel of the garment was just fantastic as she modeled it before a full-length mirror in the bedroom and walked back into the first room with it on. Margaret petted Bela in such a way that Janey knew she was giving the animal some pre-trained messages, and the idea thrilled her to uncontrollable readiness.

She imagined Margaret commanding the dog to move aggressively on Janey, and lay back in the couch with an exhilarating vision of the big beast advancing on her, nudging and snuffling, licking momentarily, then mounting with a huge erection that he trapped inside her by his bulb at the head of the erection and never came out!

Actually she sat draped heavily in the all-consuming fur, luxuriating in the feel of its soft white fibres with their mild sweet scent. The touch was soothing and yet also thrilling to her sensitive skin. She touched herself underneath, stroking her newly wettening pussy, while she watched Margaret stroke the dog's genitals, speak to him with intimate verbal caress and command, and help press him into readiness. Janey sat curled up on the couch inside the warm luxuriant fur robe, only her feet sticking out. Margaret caressed these momentarily and then ordered Bela to start making love to Janey's tingling body.

First the dog licked her bare toes and feet, warmly and firmly covering every square inch of her sensitive areas, and moved his head aggressively inside her robe to lick her lower legs, knees, and thighs. Janey felt his cold nose pressing against the soft flesh of her excited breasts and belly. The cold touch soon passed as her body slowly but inevitably molded itself to the jutting bony structures of the animal.

Janey felt his furry head moving under her arm as he licked her warm fragrant ribs, and she began to stroke the dog more and more, covering much of his upper body as he grew bolder with her.

It was not long before she was lying excitedly on her back, partially supported also by her shoulders, legs spread wide to expose long glistening pubic hair growth from lower belly to upper thighs. In he middle, where the canal and locks of her vagina were open and moist, the dog directed his sniffing muzzle, pressing his nose, and warm scooping tongue.

The motions of his tongue got Janey extremely hot. He was a little bigger than her own dog, and in some ways the difference gave her extra stimulation. She didn't know if the dog was a better lover or just a different one, but it made her feel great in a unique way to have him gobble her juices with as much passion as he showed. Margaret almost seemed to be in there with him again, but she contented herself with staring closely at Janey's excited, tongue-manipulated vagina and licking her lips with desire as she watched. Her hands were controlling and guiding Bela, stroking him underneath on his belly and genitals, hugging him around the side from ribs to ribs, fingering, squeezing, and gently pulling the erection that stuck out of his groin with as much if not more stiffness and insistence than it had when he was making love to Margaret.

Janey "aaahhed" as the dog ate her to a high pitch of passion. She spread her legs and raised them to give him more of her crotch to work on. As he covered the most sensitive regions with his maddeningly thorough tongue, she quivered and shook with wonderful orgasms, each one as good if not better than the previous.

It was not enough however and it was with a thrill from her vitals to her head that she saw Margaret raise Bela up, play with his wild swinging stiff penis some more before her wide eager eyes, and position him on top of Janey's prostrate, welcoming nude body splayed on top of the flung open fur robe. Janey's hot stimulated naked body rolled excitedly on the fur as the dog rested his front paws and forelegs on her, getting her used to the weight of him, getting himself used to the way she looked and felt face-to-face before he mounted her.

Janey was frantic with desire. Her thighs opened and closed, sometimes rubbing together with slick anticipation. When she pressed them very tightly together, they contacted her erect clitoris and gave her terrific sensations.

The dog hovered over her with is enormous pink panting tongue. Margaret was taking care of the last preparations and compulsive involvements on her part – feeling the dog's balls and cock, stroking them to yet further readiness, touching and commenting on Janey's wet cunt: "You have a beautiful pussy – just the thing for Bela to fill with his rod." She played with it, rubbing her hand over the top parts of Janey's vagina, catching the clitoris with exciting rubs. "You know some dogs like Saluki and Greyhound often have such fine pussies a dog cannot get inside them once he's so stiff there's a bulb in the head of his cock. I wonder if Bela will have any problems getting into you, dear. I suppose not – he's not that hard yet and you're ready for him, aren't you? Yes, I can feel it! You're so hot and so wet, aren't you?"

She frantically spread the lips of Janey's pussy with two or three fingers of one hand and simultaneously guided the head of the excited dog penis into the opening. The two organs came together beautifully. Janey moaned as the dog entered her and she began bouncing up and down on her ass almost immediately; the animal, meanwhile, pushed in pretty far, got himself as big in the penis as he could and began with smiles and pants, fucking Janey with a passion.

"Ooooh," said Janey, "oooh," twisting her head from one side to the other as the dog moved in and out as rapidly as he could, really not going too far and causing so much friction from his frantic humping at close quarters that she was already coming again, this time in a staccato burst of prolonged pleasure. She hung onto the big furry beast for dear life, humping right along with him, though rarely keeping up with the wild dog rhythm. She let herself go and seemed to fly through space full of excited images of nakedness and genitalia. The dog pressed down on her with his full weight, excited her and filled her also with awe by virtue of his frenetic primalness. He was like a return of her primitive heritage, a reminder that her very distant ancestors had been members of the animal kingdom a bit lower down than she was now. The dog threw a tremendous primal fuck into her, and her sensitive greedy body responded with full abandon to their passions.

Margaret urged the dog on, stoking his balls and the base of his cock and sometimes caressing Janey's thigh or ass or part of her vagina that lay exposed at any point.

Bela came inside of her after long minutes of jerking wildly. Janey was more and more stimulated all the way. By the time he got into his final burst of movement as the semen moved through this tubes and up and out his excited penis, she was already as excited as she could be. The final drive by the animal burned her vagina into yet another wave of orgasm, bringing little cries of disbelief, pain, and pleasure out of her as the final release of their nervous energies came to pass.

It had felt great, but she gradually got thoughts of Duke, and started much against her will to feel funny about letting another dog do it to her.

Was she going to be sniffed by every big male dog on the street, be a target for any stray canine that could stroke and lick her intimately? She imagined what it would be like going into the bushes with a dog who wanted to fuck her, or taking one home to fuck. They were really so less demanding than men!

However, she didn't think about it for very long. She slept for a while arm in arm with Margaret while the dog sat or lay nearby them, adding his warmth and the soothing beat of his breathing and the noise of his natural panting.

The following night she received Rodney at home. After a simple supper which she had prepared for them and held in readiness while he returned, late again, from his outside job, she curled up with him on her couch and they kissed passionately, full of the sense of time missed together. It felt wonderful to touch his body again up close, put her hand on his swollen trousers and hug his strong muscular frame tightly. Plus feel his solicitous hands caressing her body the intimate way she liked it done.

They were talking now about combining some of their housekeeping. While Janey wasn't totally sure she wanted to move in with him or have him really move in with her, the thought of spending so much time apart was hard to bear. Lately it been his moonlighting that kept them apart, but there was also just the physical distance between them. Many times at night he'd called her and they had been too tired to want to get in a car and drive over.

As he stroked her body, slowly unloosening her clothing and divesting her of it, she fell a thrill at his closeness. They moved together in such harmony. Maybe it was a good idea. He'd talked about it more than she, but now she was feeling the desire for a closer union even without him mentioning it. She felt it with as much urgency as she felt when he pressed her excited body against him as he stimulated her tits and crotch. And she knew that he would feel just the same after she came. It was soothing and when necessary, exciting just to have him close.

He took of her top and, squeezed her naked breasts gently. The stimulation of her erect nipples and surrounding flesh coursed through her nervous system like a bolt, an aphrodisiac of touch. Rod bent and sucked the nipples, lingering with lips and tongue over what he'd often kissed before, yet each time felt and gave her to feel that it was almost for the first time, that he was still finding out about and exploring her body.

Eyes half closed dreamily, she lay still as he knelt on the floor in front of her and caressed her leg from top to bottom, finally undoing her slacks and pulling them off her. Nothing but her panties remained, light, clinging, moist, and suggestive. He put his hand on her pantied cunt and moved it around in a revolving caress that fell really good.

Duke was getting all over him, however, jumping around, nudging them, whining, even barking.

"He's jumping all over me again, Janey," Rod complained, shielding himself from the dog and sometimes shoving him away.

Janey hated to see him push Duke. She got up with an effort and a sigh and led Rodney again to her bedroom, where she closed the door against Duke, who whimpered outside for quite some time, listening to the two of them kiss and make love. It to had been a while since she had given Duke any love, and the poor boy had a need for her, which it was impossible to fulfill as much as she would have liked.

She made love slowly and passionately with Rodney. Going down on him in a sixty-nine as he ate her, then fucking him off and on for an hour. Through it all Duke would not go away from the bedroom door for more than a couple minutes in response to her commands. It seemed like she had no control over him any more.

"That damn dog," complained Rodney. "I wish you'd get rid of him or teach him to behave, mind his own business. He really gets on my nerves."

Janey felt the glimmering of her final resolution to this problem of long-standing. There was no possibility of making Duke "behave", as Rod so innocently put it, because once he had got him involved with her sexually, there could be no real turning back unless all the desire for her were trained out of him. And she hadn't the heart to be so hard on him.

There was one way out she could be sure of. The next day she visited Margaret in the evening. "Oh! So this is your Great Dane! What a beautiful animal! Did I ever show you my pictures of a red-boned coonhound I used to own…"

"A what?"

"A red-boned coonhound. A very special breed developed through selection by dog breeders. One of the most beautiful animals you'll ever want to lay eyes on."

Once inside Duke began to bark at the other dogs in the house, for Margaret had brought in a few others besides Bela. The two women shushed the dogs and tried to soothe them and even get them together. One of them, a boxer bitch, was in heat and attracted Duke after a while. Janey watched the dog circle her, sniff her, and start to get in the mood for mating, too. She watched with a strong dose of regret and a certain pang of jealousy.

But this was going to be all for the best.

"Thanks for letting me take care of him, Janey. I've never had such proud-looking animal as he is. You know I'll take good care and you can come any time to visit him or take him with you."

Janey thanked her and left with the exhilaration of having released herself from a burden. It was painful, but she'd get over that. You'd never have guessed her mixed feelings from the light bounce in her gait. Near the corner, she passed the pet shop where Margaret often took her puppies. A bunch of cute little ones pressed up to the window as she passed smiling down at them.

Just around the corner she got into her car, started it, and sped off to meet Rodney.