After school, she had a number of jobs until finding her present one working in an office of a public utility company. She was as popular at work as she'd been at school and got invited to a lot of panties, had lot of close friends, and had a lot of men. When there were no parties, she would go out to bars with her friends and pick up men. Many of these encounters went no further than one-time sex in a car. Sometimes they became hot passionate relationships that blossomed into group sex affairs. In these free-wheeling gatherings, he found more release than she'd ever dreamed of. Usually she was worn out after each one and kind of bored for a while; she would even put off the host or hostess when they phoned her for a repeat. But after a few weeks or months of regular one-boy fucking, she got the fantasy urge again, relived her past orgies, masturbated to the memories, and eventually got involved in them again. They were the pinnacle of passion for her, if only for a brief spell.
That one time she made it with three guys — that was something else. Two of them were room mates who in she'd had separately; then they had a friend! But she didn't feel threatened. The prospect was exciting: the three of them seated, eyes wild, when she stood up and started taking off pieces of clothing. They felt up her legs and stroked her torso. She remembered how burning hot her skin felt. She unfastened her bra, and they pulled her pants down. They took turns kissing her between the legs, and then they were all nude…
Janey had been touching herself for a long time during this day-dreaming. Her trousers and underpants were down by her knees. Her fingers were stroking the damp lips of her vagina, working up a good heat while her memories became more and more voluptuous. She remembered lying on the couch while those three penises stood straight and hard above her. As she watched, she stroked the men's thighs and encircled their erections one by one, pulling on them softly with her fingers, moving up and down the shafts and shaking them from the base. The men made animal-like sounds of pleasure. She squeezed their hard cocks with her right hand, all the while her left manipulating her own genitals, as she was doing now, masturbating to the memory. Her middle fingers slid into her hole, like a man's penis had, while the other two rubbed on her breasts and face. The man's cock had a good size — the hard length of it filled her to capacity and thrilled her with long slow in and out motions. She had abandoned herself to the fucking then, and now as she rapidly rubbed her throbbing clitoris with a free finger, she remembered the slapping noises the two other guys had made while they masturbated above her and shot big hot wads onto her chest…
Her pants slipped down off her ankles onto the floor. She pulled her fingers out of her burning vagina, and rubbed them more rapidly over her clitoris. Her legs were wide and rigid. Her mouth wide open and gasping harshly. Her eyes were tightly shut. A kaleidoscope of naked bodies passed through her mind. She came again and slowly descended. Then something cold touched her between the legs and she started. It was Duke, drawn to the furious centre of energy, nosing around, sniffing around her like she was a dog. It made her laugh, and as her dreams of phantom fucking slowly faded, she pushed his head away, saying, "No, Duke, no."
But he had started to lick her and wouldn't be dissuaded. She stopped trying to push him away and petted him while she relaxed from her exertions, stroking his big handsome head. Duke's licking continued. It became stronger, even ardent. His big tongue practically covered her whole vagina in one stroke. It relaxed her then it tickled her. It felt good. She remembered a pick-up she'd made once, a kind of fat little guy with a really long stout penis. The sight of it had surprised and excited her. She had grabbed it with trembling hands, stroking squeezing and kissing it. She remembered how it felt going in — heavenly. It had stretched her. Probably the biggest one she'd ever had. She dated him a few times afterward his personality wasn't much, but he could sure throw a good fuck into her. She loved climaxing around that big sausage of his.
Meanwhile Duke was licking her without restraint. And he was helping her to come. With little cries of lust, she arched her pelvis and swung it, feeling his crazy big hot tongue cover her crotch from top to bottom, from thigh to thigh. "Oh, Duke," she whispered lustfully, "do it to me, Duke!" She quivered again and finally came down for good. Her body relaxed once more on the couch, her back reclining again the cushions, one leg hanging limply to the floor, the other hanging over Duke's shoulder. He continued to lick her but more slowly, feeling the spirit leave her after the latest crisis of passion. He licked her languidly feeling the sleep emanating from her soft muscles.
She wondered about what had just happened. Never had the dog come on to her sexually. She had never much thought about such a thing. Certainly she had never desired it. It simply happened of it's own accord. She would accept it, that's all. She smiled — it had felt good. She might not have been able to come again by herself. Duke had helped her. It was exciting. Would it happen again? And how often could she let it happen? She felt a little strange.
Of course she loved Duke; she had him since puppyhood. In fact her was the one living creature she had spent most of the time with. Certainly her was the male with whom she had lived the longest. She laughed to herself. Why worry? It was not unnatural or uncommon. As long as she was a single free woman she might as well taste everything. She stroked Duke's handsome head as he stood with his chin on top of her bare thigh, now and then licking his lips. He gazed at her inn that plaintive way he took on sometimes, and she smiled back at him. Nothing was different. She lifted her other leg and let him roam to another part of the room. She watched his strong graceful lines moving around the room. She was lucky, she realised. Any hot-blooded woman would want what she got. She would not let it go too far, but she decided she would not let it bother her in the slightest. It would be their own secret, hers and Duke's.
The phone rang. Rousing herself with an effort, she went over to it and picked up the receiver on the third ring.
"Hello? Oh, hi, honey." It was Rodney. He wanted her to come over for the night. "Oh, gee, I'd like to, but I'm pretty beat."
"Worked hard, huh?"
"Oh, yeah. I didn't get that much sleep last night either."
"Well, you better rest then. I was kind of hoping to see you though. Remember we planned to get together."
"I know, but it's one of those things. I couldn't help it. What about tomorrow?"
"That's fine with me."
"Oh good, let's do it tomorrow."
She talked a while more before saying goodbye. She'd forgotten all about their plans when she went into that masturbatory reverie. She was completely satiated now. She would never have been able to go to bed with Rodney tonight. Her crotch wanted to rest. It was better this way, sometimes. Not getting together all the time would keep them from getting too dependent on each other. Rodney was good about these things. Never got demanding. She yawned. It was still early. She turned on the TV set and lay back on the couch to watch it, petting Duke who'd come to sit on the floor next to her.
CHAPTER TWO
Next day Janey made to work a couple minutes early, set up her desk and fairly leaped into her work, breezing through letters, memos, and reports. She felt invigorated, and her superiors were pleased with her productivity. Mr. Thomas, the office manager, gave her a few extra things to do around eleven o'clock, and stood by her desk for a while watching how she did the first one, but mainly admiring her body swelling out that puffy yellow sweater and compactly filling the centre of her vinyl-covered swivel chair. As usual, she wore a very short skirt, and Mr. Thomas admired the very sexy way her nyloned legs looked. Her thighs were slender yet ample, and the way they softly merged gave him a tingle. She knew he was looking, but it hardly mattered. Everybody looked at her. Sometimes she liked it, sometimes she disliked it; for now she was neutral, just a busy secretary. In this mood, she didn't think the stodgy Mr. Thomas looked at all that bad himself as his dumpy hard body went back down the corridor out of their office.