She might gobble it, but how would he get to her?
He'd have to wait until she came out of the building over there some time.
With much regret yet relief at figuring it out, Rodney waved his rocket at her and sat down. But he sat down with his head still twisted toward her, to see if she would say goodbye. She turned away and walked past the centre of the room again. She bent over at the waist trying to pick something off the floor. He pointed his finger at thumb at her in a mock pistol and made a few shots even as she got up exposing her juggling breasts for one instant before striking off the light.
Wow! thought Rodney exhaling with pleasure. He stared it the set excitedly and drank the second beer without focusing his gaze to the screen for very long. His cock was sticking out of his pants and not being denied.
He belched about ten minute after he came, woke up and dozed to the set, then stood up, scratched and yawned and doused the light and put his body in bed.
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.