"Yes, Rodney, it really feel good!"
"I have two dozen," he sighed, sweetly penetrating with his penis to the hilt once more.
"Put them on!" she said.
After fifteen minutes of rather explosive preparatory rhythmical fucking, they got to the pitch of explosion and ejaculation.
"Oooh," she cried, "Ooooh!" Helplessly, but quite aware, she threw herself at him, humping away like mad, arching her pelvis into his from the small of her back, wiggling her pubis on his.
He stroked her fast, deeply in and out, faster and faster, breathing heavily, until sparks flew along his erection, dancing up his tube with the rising, squirting sperm that jerked out of his pulsing penis with great spasms of pleasure.
"Oooh, that felt good," said Rodney, still jerking inside his tube.
"Yes. Wear that thing any time. It really does something," said Janey.
Rodney was pleased and also thought of how he could maybe get more and sell them to some of his friends.
On Saturday Rod was working as he had the weekend before, and they decided on Friday (when they spent the night together) that they wouldn't get together on Saturday, since he would be better off working as late as possible to get the job almost done.
Janey spent the day walking outside with Duke, not only in the small park near their home but as far as the big city park nearly a mile away. There he could run long distances without stopping, meet a lot more dogs, scamper about with them, and still hear her loud cautious calls carrying through the long corridor between street and trees. He mainly stayed on this long wide field of grass, occasionally straying into the area behind the trees and bushes with other dogs of various kinds. Almost never did he find one of his own variety. Janey thought this was peculiar. Only once in the past year had they ever encountered another Dane on their walks. It had been a female dog with whom Duke had exchanged a lot of sniffs while her master and Janey smiled and shot the bull.
That had been months ago. Anyway, it didn't appear now that Janey need be concerned about Duke — he was getting plenty of companionship from her after all. Actually she wished he could get down on all fours with him out where the breeze blew and nature filled all her senses. Get down and let him sniff her? Even kiss him and wrestle with him? Let him fuck her out in the middle of the park while all the other dog owners and dogs watched with curious, fascinated excitement.
By five o'clock, they were back home. Janey brushed Duke off some more, finishing the coat cleaning and grooming job she had started in the park and worked at so assiduously there. Then she gave him fresh water and dry dog food from the twenty-five pound bag in the pantry and rubbed his flanks and haunches while he bent hungrily to his meal.
She warmed up some meat loaf and vegetable casserole for herself. The remains of what she had made for her and Rod last night.
She thought about what a good fuck they'd had. Both last night and this morning. She still satisfied from it, swollen up and hollow inside, tender and glowing.
She took a shower and she towelled off in the warm steamy bathroom, she anointed herself with fragrant oil, just here and there. Her cunt felt tender, yes, but it wasn't too sensitive to put her finger inside for a little investigation. Her hand was by now impregnated with oil and it left some strong traces in her cunt and on the outside lips and hairy mound where she rubbed her oiled hand, too, and on her upper thighs, through all her crotch, and in her ass.
As she stood up and combed her hair before the mirror over the sink, she smelled the delicately sweet fumes and enjoyed the mild sensual intoxication it gave her.
She brushed her hair for a long time after, wrapping a long bath towel around her damp body. Her hair grew silkier and fuller from the action of the brush. Even the hair picked up some of the oil, a few traces, and had its own subtle fragrance from the shampoo.
She took a long time getting dressed, too. First she painted her toenails with a flesh-pink colour, made up her face lightly with eye-shadow, pencil, and some red lipstick which she stared at for a while in the mirror and then wiped completely off. Her own lips looked good enough to attract those she might want to attract. And she didn't want to be leaving traces — they often landed in the wrong places.
After brushing her pussy with a whisk of talcum powder, she pulled on a white pair of her tightest, scantiest briefs. They clung to her body with just enough firmness and were flexible and comfortable no matter how she bended or sat. Then she pulled a very short tan skirt up her legs and fastened it at the waist. She rarely wore this garment. It was definitely a party skirt. She didn't even like to wear it on the street for more than half a block because it always drew stares and often comments.
Finally she donned a thin knit top, which clung nicely to her bare breasts, and on the top of it she wore an open tan jacket without buttons or clasps in front that made a kind of brief suit with the short skirt.
She looked at herself in the full-length mirror inside her bedroom after putting on some high heeled shoes.
Looks good, Janey dear, she said to herself. She laughed at the daring of it. Her slender shapely legs looked even longer because of the high heels and with such a short skirt, looked like they could be bare all the way up to the crotch. She turned around a few times, checking herself out from various angles, walking away and walking back toward the mirror. She liked the way she moved.
She sat and waited for Maureen and Mike to arrive.
At exactly eight o'clock. She heard a purring motor cut near her building. She opened the curtain, shielded her eyes from the near streetlight and looked down. The passenger door of a big white GM car swung open and a couple of seconds later Maureen was outside. She wore heels, and was dressed in dark clothes. She turned to say something Janey couldn't hear to Mike apparently, who was going to stay in the car.
Janey got up from the window and grabbed her shawl and a tiny purse with her keys and a couple of bucks in it.
When the buzzer went off, she pushed the button to let Maureen in several times, said goodbye to Duke, patted him, and set off down the hall to meet her friend, slamming the door behind her and making sure it was locked.
She waited outside the elevator and met Maureen, who was surprised at first. They got into the elevator together and went down to the street.
"You look nice," said Maureen, looking Janey's body over with gleaming eyes.
"You, too," said Janey admiring Maureen's low cut black dress that ended at mid-thigh and her black stockings that showed off her shapely legs to perfection.
"This is Janey," said Maureen through the window to Mike just before opening the door for Janey to swing in on the front seat. Janey got in without hesitation and she and Mike greeted each other with smiles. He had sharp friendly intense eyes. He glanced at her legs once, and started the car, checked the mirror, and looked out his window as he accelerated the car away from the curb.
Janey swung against Maureen as the car moved quickly to its left. She put her hand on Maureen's thigh to steady herself and for a while they held hands in the dark.
"These people are very interesting and give excellent parties," said Mike.
"Good," said Janey. "I haven't been to a good party in a long time."
"This will be a swinging affair," said Maureen.
"I know a couple of the people that'll be there, and they're wild!"
"Oooh," said Mike with a short wave of his hand and a genteel movement that was meant to signify a rolling of his eyes, "anything goes at this place. Anything! There are many rooms and many things going on. But you don't necessarily have to join in and do any of them. You can get crazy, you can dance, you can say anything, or you can find a place to sit by yourself or even rest all night. They even have a healed swimming pool."