"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.