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CHAPTER FIVE

That evening, all cleaned up again, sitting on the couch with her dog nearby and her hobby around her, Janey reflected a little more on the fun and the weirdness of the life she was leading.

Maureen and Duke – two new lovers in her life which had seemed almost monogamous less than a week ago. Now she'd been with her girlfriend and with her dog. Each was very different, as Rodney was different from them. Maureen with her beautiful long tits and uninhibited ways was a sort of mirror image of Janey. Sex with her might or might not continue; in either case it was merely a fun, the natural extension of their intimate friendship and an exciting new field of exploration. If they didn't run it into the ground, they could easily avoid the possibility of getting bored with each other.

Rodney was a perfect mate – strong, protective, considerate, skilful and hard-working. She loved him.

Duke was a world unto himself. Her surrogate child – her brother from the other side, the land of dogs. The extreme affection she had felt for him had simply blossomed into something more adult; and yet also something more adolescent and salacious. It was like masturbation games and making out with the boys, only on a higher level. Doing it with Duke was bold fucking, pure and simple.

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.

"Aaahh!" said Rod. "That's nice."

Janey smiled, and wiggled her tongue at him. His face was flushed, his eyes wet with lust.

He bent over at the waist, stepped back, and raised her stockinged foot to his lips, kissing it many times.

She brought her other leg out from under her and let it dangle over the edge of the couch, lifted it and brought the toes up his legs, between the thighs, tickling him when she got to his sensitive balls.

"Janey!"

"Come on, Rod."

They went into the bathroom, and she quickly unbuttoned and stripped his outer shirt off.

"Oh, that undershirt is filthy. How could you let it go like this?"

"I don't know."

They giggled at the craziness of both their remarks.

She rubbed his hard pectorals, through the grimy white cotton T-shirt, tried to tease the nipples a bit, then raised it up from the waist exposing his hairy belly button and abdomen with its hard muscles, and pulled the shirt up past his ribs, grazing his sides swiftly with her fingertips, touching also his very hairy armpits, lifting his arms higher, pulling the shirt completely off him.

"Mmmmm," she sighed, caressing his chest and shoulders firmly with her slender hands. She pressed her cheek against the wiry curly black hair of his chesty and inhaled the subtle odour of his skin. She put her arms around his back and stroked it slowly, firmly, tantalisingly, sliding her hands downward first as she kissed his breastbone and belly as she deftly fingered his spine. His hands stroked her soft, blonde hair and played lightly with her ear lobes. She kissed his belly again, licked the hard hot skin languorously and bit as much as she could squeeze up – him being in such good shape, this wasn't easy. She buried her tongue in his navel and stayed there, nothing moving but her tongue and blood.

He squeezed her shoulders. With a long sigh, she drew her face back from her belly and gazed up at his chest, his neck, chin and face. His eyes. Her fingers were playing with his belt-line, fingertips digging down into the hidden skin.

She cupped the front of his trousers with one hand and moved her palm around and around on his wrapped-up rod. Finally she went for his belt buckle, undoing it rather slowly, for her hands were shaking, and when the metal parts rang together upon unloosening, she went for the top button of his fly. This popped right open from pressure of two fingers and thumb, and she slowly pulled back the open flaps of his trousers like the page of an opening book. The zipper slid apart as she pulled the flaps toward her and away. Finally the big tent of his white cotton shorts was right in front of her. The sheathed cock pointed up at a forty-five degree angle right between her eyes. She couldn't help herself – she opened her mouth and gripped his cotton-cased hard-on with her lips. She even ran her tongue tip on the fabric. She pursed her lips and pressed them in one more kiss on the underside of his hidden shaft, pushing it firmly against his hairy belly, before drawing her head back. Shaking a little with fantastic lust, she caressed his buttocks then slid his trousers down to his ankles and took them off his feet one by one, Rodney stumbling to a slightly new position.

Then Janey curled her fingers around the elastic waistband of his underwear and pulled them out toward her nearly six inches. The swollen head of his cock bobbed into and out of her sight. She leaned forward slowly and looked into the space between cotton and belly and legs. What a fantastic hard-on! She kissed it, she licked the top and then pulled his pants completely off. Tossing them aside, she looked up at his large compact scrotum and the long quivering thickness of his hard boner.

She came up higher and gripped his erect penis at the base with both hands. Looking at it attentively, she flicked the tip of her skilful tongues across the stoutly stretched skin of the head. It was smooth and prominent. At first it seemed to swell out even more under the touch of her mouth and her gaze.

She moved her hand softly up and down the whole length of his penis. "Rodney," she drawled, "it's so hard!" She squeezed the base, grit her teeth with desire (an itching in her gums), and watched fascinated as a clear drop emerged from the penis mouth and sat fat and glistening between the two tiny penis lips. She put the tip of her tongue to it gently. The sticky stuff clung to her tongue and stretched out in a momentary string when she drew her tongue back. She licked her lips, eating the remnant of the drop and squeezed his prick some more with both hands. It grew very red from this manipulation and throbbed insistently.

"Twitch it for me," said Janey, letting go and watching intently.

Rodney moved the right muscles and his swollen rod jumped up and down before her eyes.

She grabbed at it again. She was trembling all over. She had still not taken off any clothes, and here Rodney was completely naked in front of her with a beautiful erection.

"I must do it now," she said in a hot whisper. "I can't wait any longer!" Arching her neck, she opened her mouth very wide and took the swollen peter inside.

She brought her lips together, clamping her mouth onto pulsing rod and she began to caress him with her tongue and suck with loud slurps and loud gulping swallows. Rodney was ready. She sucked him rapidly, and he slowly rose onto the balls of his feet, leaned back, jutted his pelvis forward, put his big hands on the back of her head.

She held his enormous dick in her mouth tightly, her face kind of twisted as if in pain, but it was her eyes closed with terrific lust. Her mouth tight as she tongue bathed his penis and sucked on it powerfully.

He felt it swelling up even more inside her mouth. It was so tight, it might have burst. The rigid bony tissue pushed against her cheeks. The skin of his big stiff penis was super-sensitive to the caressing of her wonderful mouth. He moved it back and forth on her tongue, inside the tightly gripping sucking walls of her mouth cunt. Finally the swelling veins and tube of his mammoth rod could stand no more. They had to release all that pent up passion. At first a slender uncoiling of semen trickled into her mouth, and then with terrific pulsations jerking up from his testicles, the copious come popped out of him in violent spasms of pleasure.

"Ooh!" he said. "Aaahh! Aahh!"

Janey sucked all of it into her, mouth, tongue rubbing the underside of his shooting shaft, begging for all he had to give. She swallowed it with long careful undulations of her throat. Finally at the come was in her tummy. And she licked his relaxing tool clean.

She released it and swallowed a few more times. She kissed the long limp organ gratefully.

For a second she felt a twinge of regret at having gone down on him so soon. For during all that day, with all its sex play, she had not yet come properly, or so she thought. But the blow job had been wonderful; one of the best she'd ever given. He'd be firm again and would last longer the second time! Then she'd get a cuntful and savour every second of it, every hot stiff millimetre…

After a leisurely shower together, they towelled each other off and Janey put on her robe, a satiny padded garment that had a fine subtle scent to it.

They went into the living room to watch TV. Duke jumped all over them, but finally settled down, and the two of them sat on the couch, Janey part way onto Rodney's lap, her legs crossed, the top one half out of the robe. He stroked it from knee to toe lovingly, relaxing and gently stimulating her.

The TV was not so interesting. In fact they hardly paid any attention to it. What occupied them was just the pleasurable feeling of being together. The comfortable weight of Janey on Rod's pyjamaed legs, the smooth feel of her skin caressed by his, the sight and smell of her hair, the shape of her neck and head, the fine slender forearms and hands that were not covered by her dark robe, the handsome rugged thick build of Rod's hands and arms, the musky manly smell of his body next to hers, the soft scratchy feel of his abundant body hair…

"Rodney, how much did you say you pay for your apartment?"

"Janey, are you asking me to think about moving? That's a monstrous job and I have never liked it unless I was getting paid for it or doing it for a very good friend besides myself. I like to keep my house orderly and that's it, no moving around…"

"OK, OK, skip it, just wondered if you were ever in the market for a studio."

"A studio? An office maybe, to go along with the shop. A warehouse would be good."

"Yeah!" she laughed. "I think this would be good, too," digging her fist into him.

"Hey-hey! That tickles," he said and grabbed her wrist tightly so she couldn't get her hand away and cried out.

"You, want me to stop being a bachelor, huh? Want to put the cuffs on me!"

"Stop!" she laughed convulsively. "That hurts!"

"Good," said Rodney, "it's supposed to."

"Is something wrong?"

"Yes, I'm horny."

"Again?" she laughed, a snorting horse-like giggle. "There's nothing wrong with being horny – but there is in trying to make up for it by being a creep!"

"Ha ha," laughed Rodney. "I oughta give your arm an Indian burn. Actually I just want to wrestle with you. Or I'll sic that animal onto you! Get her, Duke!" He laughed convulsively as the Dane actually pawed Janey aggressively as if he really might start to hump her. "Hey, what do you want to do, breed with that dog or something?"

"Get outa here!"

He couldn't help it, hee-heeing all cramped-up like a kid. But he didn't notice the stare she gave him or read the pause he had given her.

"You could probably make money doin' Duke as a stud."

"What? Why do I want more money? Not off my dog – he's like part of the family."

"Yeah, but people in the family work to earn a living."

"Yeah, but you don't let your kid out to he a donor in a sperm bank, at least not until he's old enough to know that he really wants to do that and decides on his own. Duke is just a dumb animal; he can't talk to anyone: he couldn't tell a nurse or doctor to be more careful with the electrodes or whatever they use."

"Alright, Janey dear – but people sometimes sell their own bodies for a while to make money."

"What people?"

"People generally at-large."

"Ha ha! You think I'd do it?"

"Some people even sell their bodies to the hospital and walk around for the rest of their lives with tattoo on 'em sayin' Property of Catsass Medical School".

"I don't think I can believe that," said Janey.

Her robe was open around her breasts. They dangled when she moved. He saw them hug her when she stood still.

"Janey, I wouldn't lie to ya, and I think you might have told me about it."

"No I did not!" she said quickly.

What perfect nipples, he thought. What a pale body.

She was sitting on his leg, drumming with her fingers.

"Did you know what the average penis size is for the entire world?"

"No. I never thought about it."

"Ha ha ha! I doubt that!"

"You think you must be hot stuff, on your muffet?"

Yeah, thought Rodney, mushroom. Keep doin' that. My little cedar chest. Oh your hair is really nice. A curly forest close to the plateaus of your "front". He stroked her legs and stomach as she sat atop him with the robe flowing back on her arms.

The naked front of her body communicated a warmth to him. He pushed against her.

"Oh, what's this?" said Janey, moving her legs apart enough to reveal the top of the vertical rod that had been pressing against the wrinkles and big softness of the bottom of her body, compact thighs and ass pressing against him.

She rubbed her fingers on the topside of his shaft and pressed the burning tool against the hairy closed lips of her pussy.

"Not bad," said Rod, feeling the lust creep out from under his tongue.

A fire slowly worked up and around his chest like a mustard plaster and the muscular coiling in his buttocks pushed his genitals against her quim and the upper bottoms of her legs.

Janey shifted position so that even more of his rock was exposed to view and titillated her vagina. He played with it and put a finger inside of her cunt, exciting herself that way.

"Rodney, it feels good. Doesn't it feel good?"

"Yeah!" he said. He stroked her leg and put his fingers on her slowly softening pussy. The musky aroma attacked their nostrils. He played with her wettening vagina and stroked the first part of the inside with his fingers, all four of them moving up and down making her feel very sexy and move her body up and down on him, from pelvis to spine, her young bosoms wagging and dangling like great enticements. She put her hands on him to steady herself as she pumped her bottom on him, and she moved her hands around in an exciting circular caress that covered every sensitive never-ending in has hairy, muscular abdomen and chest. She massaged his biceps and shoulders to, as best she could in this position, and tickled his hairy belly button lightly and scratchingly.

His boner was now thickly pressing against her cunt and belly and arching upward with the force of a skyscraper. He held her thighs caressingly, covering them from hip to knee with intimate, lustful contact, and then put them on her waist, gripping her hip bones tightly, shaking her powerfully, making her whole body jiggle on top of him from toe to teeth. She let herself go and really dug the vibrations of him possessing her temporarily like this. She shook like a young tree, or a pet, or a beast of burden – this was her fantasy right now: to let him mount her and ride her wherever he directed.

His cock was enormously stiff and throbbing. Her hand felt it with firmly rubbing fingers over the top and sides, while the underside of the stiff shaft pulled on her hairy lips and mound and seemed to aim for her belly button only an inch or two above it. At times it twitched, and the jerking motions looked and felt like the penis was climbing up her belly.

She hissed long and loud and squeezed his huge dick with one hand while the other diddled her hard clitoris. Rodney was still humping from underneath with his legs, flexing and unflexing the powerful thigh muscles, heaving her upward with his pelvis, thighs, and belly, shaking her at the waist, and feeling her hip, the crack of her ass, the small of her back, her slender sides and strong compact ribs, her swinging, shaking, jigging boobs that he loved so much.

"I'm really getting hot," drawled Janey breathlessly.

Rodney's caresses for a second became more ardent, more intimate…

"Your penis is long now. It's big. Let me come with it inside!"

He nodded and automatically helped her get up by pushing up with his hands. For a few seconds she literally dangled above him, supported by his powerful forearms. She drew up her feet, pointing her knees at him, and brought her legs and crotch carefully into position. Very gradually she moved her wet, hot pussy mouth onto the head of the straight-up rigid erection.

Spreading the cunt lips with her fingers and gripping the sensitive spots of his rock under the head with her two fingers, she guided their genitals together and moved onto him rather quickly, sliding enticingly down the long penis with her flexible, muscular, tight-muscled cunt.

They both shouted with delight at the exciting stimulation of the entry of his penis into her vagina made them dance and twitch inside. He felt a pulsating in his cock so sudden and powerful, he wasn't sure what was happening for a few seconds.

Janey felt it, too. "Are you coming already?" she asked him, her eyes still closed with star-bursting passion, her lips heavy and wet.

"No," said Rodney. "I just found a new nerve, that's all."

And that made her laugh and the vibrations went right into her cunt where the hard penis throbbed further in response.

His cock was embedded to the hilt, but he continued to move his abdomen up and down pushing it into her, bringing their pubises into exciting contact, and causing a firm, all-enveloping friction between their sensitive organs.

She could feel him pulsing inside of her, and every now and then, when the humping and jigging subsided, she would squeeze his penis with her cunt muscles, straining to clamp it lightly like a hand, and this drove him to resume his lifting and pushing, which was even more exciting to both of them due to the tight grip and the narrower space inside her, causing more friction.

Then she felt something else. For a second she thought it was Rodney licking her, but this was a hallucination: when she thought again and looked, she found Duke nuzzling and splashing his tongue on her ass.

"Hey, what's that dog doing?" said Rodney petulantly, angry on being stepped on by Duke's careless, frantic paws.

"He's just being friendly," replied Janey, petting Duke on the head while he licked her crack in the rear. It felt good. "What do you expect him to do when he sees us fucking, anyway? You think he's superman or something? Superdog?"

"No, I don't, and that's why I don't feel right with him messing around while we fuck together. If I wanted to fuck him, I would have come to see him, not you."

Rodney looked at her sharply, but she smiled and laughed in such a way that he had to, too. He'd never really thought of her doing anything with Duke, and of course the thought was ridiculous. To him. He actually wouldn't have minded after a while, but he would have thought the ideal was pretty perverse.

What was that dog doing to her anyway? Did she respond to it sexually?

"Are you getting off on that fine-bred animal of yours?"

"No," she said, smiling from her perch above him. "I'm getting off on you – on that hard dog of yours that's sticking my pussy so nice."

He laughed, guffawing from the belly, at the way she expressed it. He loved Janey for her coarse language sometimes. He'd had women who would do everything but were too embarrassed to say "balls". He lay prostrate under her laughing for a long time. His dick twitched now and then from the reflex, and the general abdominal and muscular shaking gave Janey even more stimulation. She moved up and down him slowly, sliding her cunt off and on his always embedded tool. Duke was still licking her, going after her ass for some reason, but then he swung down to her vagina and started checking Rod's penis.

"Hey, that's enough!" he shouted. "Damn, I don't want that tongue all over me."

Janey giggled wildly when she saw what was happening and remained on her upstroke for a while to watch. She'd never seen Duke lick a man before – she was the first one to come on with him – and was highly amused. "Does it feel good?" she asked, repressing a guffaw at the anger in Rod's reply.

"No, it doesn't feel good! What do you think I am? I don't want that!"

She ringed his cock with two fingers, sliding them from the hairy base to almost the mid-section, where it disappeared into her damp tight pussy. It's still hard, she thought, in fact it feels bonier than ever. But she shooed Duke away by waving her hand, slapping him gently on the muzzle, and making verbal threats and commands.

"It might be better if we went into the bedroom," said Janey.

"Why don't we just use the daybed," said Rodney impatiently. "We could run the wooden gate across the kitchen entrance to keep him out of here."

"Well, that wouldn't be so good, 'cause he'd probably be whining and scratching and might even try to jump over."

"Geez, you'd think you could command your dog a lot better than that, Janey."

"What do you want? When it comes to fucking, even a good dog can't control himself."

"He needs a girl friend," Janey smiled. "Why don't you get him one, Janey?"

"You know how much it would cost? And the trouble I'd have taking care of two of them. Not to mention getting rid of the litters."

"Let him outside then," said Rod in one last stab at keeping the disruption of the their lovemaking as simple a possible.

"Nope!" replied Janey. "I'm not going to lock him in the bathroom because I don't believe in that."

"You care more about the dog than do you about people," grumbled Rodney, groaning with lost satisfaction as Janey slid her cunt off his rock and walked over to the bedroom door.

"Aren't you coming?" she said impatiently to Rodney, who just lay there on the floor with his eyes closed. She'd never seen him act this way, kind of like a spoiled kid.

"Yeah," he said with a grin, getting to his feet. She admired the way his body looked when it got up. Sometimes his words or actions were exasperating, but he was always a good companion, true lover and friend, and she got more satisfaction from him than from anyone.

They embraced tightly at the door to her bedroom, pressing their bodies together, squeezing each other, feeling the hot pleasures of skin on skin and flesh merging with flesh. Their tongues entwined in a firm thrusting kiss. His prick stood up hard and stiff again, throbbing mightily against her soft sexy body.

They went in, she shooed Duke back away from the doorway and shut the door. The latch clicked, and she held out her arms to Rodney standing with an erection in the middle of the room. Her tits dangled and bounced as she walked toward him, thighs and hips rolling, full of lust, enticing him through the eyes, making his dick twitch.

They kissed again and rubbed their bodies together hungrily, savouring every sexy touch. Her hands clasped his shoulders and back tightly, and he squeezed her to him ever harder, his bursting dick pressing hotly on her belly. His hands stroked her backbone, the slender muscles around the hollow her spine made and grazed the fine hairs that grew there. He felt her buttocks lovingly, reaching down as far as he could go on the back of her thighs.

She pulled her mouth away from him and kissed him on the shoulder, bit him on the neck and ear. She ground her body against him, rubbing her firm belly on his long erection and moving her pussy up and down on his leg.

Her breath came hot and heavy, practically melting his cheek with the moisture of it. The hot wind from her tongue rippled the cells on the back of his neck. Her hands pulled him. They both wanted to go down on each other, but for some reason only thought about it distractedly in a frenzied embrace.

His cock was free of the flattening weight of her nude body and wiggled against her.

"I'll grab it with my armpit," she said.

He put his mouth on a mound of her flesh, and kissed her body.

She was down on him, sucking the sensitive flesh of his pubis. Now and then she grabbed his cock and held it to keep it out of the way and to feel him, keep him pumping inside. Her mouth ran expertly all around the plate of the pubic area, kissing and suckling, even on the sides of his inner thighs, getting close to the top, the divider between thigh and scrotum, which is where she also sucked after sliding her tongue like blunt skiving tool all up and down the hilly wooden flesh of his bag. It was an enticing sight to her, those hairy, wrinkly, oily, funky marbles that attracted her tasty gaze all around the wiggling pillar that looked like a giraffe's neck. Wishing she could hop onto a giraffe with her naked thighs, she leaped her tongue, craned her neck to reach the top of the stiff penis with her mouth and blow kisses for a while. Rodney, back on his elbows, took it with a strong sigh of pleasure, and watching her buttocks wink at him while she twisted around his Maypole made him want to touch them, squeeze those firm melons a little, and dig his fingertip right into the very naval of the orange.

"Mmmm," said Janey, making an effort to choose between the dilating cunt that responded to his pressure behind her and the hard hot pecker that was sweetening her mouth. "Give it to me some more," she said, thrusting her buttock back and forth.

He tickled her and fingered her deeply. She twisted around, tightening her orifice on the bony appendage of his hand. She felt tremendous by it, but soon it wasn't enough. Because she knew what she wanted. What she'd really been thinking about both before and now had forgotten, in order to taste the dripping head of it, pulling it out and looking at it, then climbing over him to get some of that jazz inside of her.

He sat up with her and they clasped tightly, screwing as deeply as they could in their seated crouch-like union.

They wanted it closer. Janey spread her legs and lay back. Rod brought his legs under him at the same time, and rocked forward a she rocked slowly backward. His organ slipped back and forth, in halfway at most. This tantalised them, tickled their genitals, which twitched with anticipation and mounting excitement. "My pussy," she said, but didn't finish the statement.

Her vagina pulled on his penis gently with pre-orgasmic contractions of its exciting walls. He moved the head into the rest of the cavity that had formed for him – soon her mouth gripped the base of his prick. He flexed his tubes. She moaned beneath him. He was so ready. His dick was steel stiff. She moved slowly under him. He leaned forward, his hard body covering hers. Her head twisted with joy in the middle of her splayed out hair which provided a cushion for Rodney's face. His chest pressed down on hers. Their sides, feet, and thighs seemed to merge. Their pelvises were equally balanced, legs flattening together, balls pressed almost into her cunt, his cock engulfed by her sheath. At last he began long strokes of smooth sliding rhythmical pleasure. Her cunt responded with contractions that pulled on his plucky member. "Oh, that prick," she mumbled, feeling it slide into her so far, then almost out. She grabbed him possessively, began to hump him frenetically. Pools of lava formed in her groin, spilled out of her crotch. His cock was like the closing of her holes, the tongue of her cunt-mouth.

Explosively, twisting on that tree of his groin, she climaxed with tremendous shooting stars behind her eyes. The bulb of pleasure pistoned every inner inch of her pussy, raising the temperature of her cave to near boiling.

His swollen stout rod spurted fine streams of sticky come into her. His penile nerves flashing, his halls pumping.

Later on the bed, having thrown off the blanket and half the top sheet because it was so warm, Janey rubbed his back, but Rodney slept on, nearly snoring. His breathing was heavy and so modulated that she sometimes felt a buzzing in her pussy when she heard it. She ran her fingers through his hair. Outside the door she heard Duke scratching, but it took a long time for it to register in her mind. She then listened sharply toward the door and in a little while, the scratching stopped. She was angry with Duke for disturbing her. She heard him whimper, paw the door a little more, then pad sadly off alone somewhere into the living room or kitchen.