CHAPTER THREE
The next day at the office some of the other women winked at her flushed and ebullient expression. Rarely did she have such a good time working, rushing around, and having constant opportunities to bull-shit with employees to customers to execs, who looked over her in a glance approvingly as she laughed at their white haired nonchalance and polite decorum. Maureen called her later. "What are you doing tonight?"
"Planning an orgy," answered Janey.
"Why so? How so?" demanded Maureen.
Janey laughed with her coworkers nearby, who'd been attracted by the blind assertion. The gaze between everybody was like a common crystal of sudden goodwill and humour. That smile is all-important. "Yeahhh," said Janey, "I feel friendly enough to call up all the swingers in town — the old crowd, you know."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Let me ask you the same thing."
"I called to see if you were free tonight."
"Oh, I'm always free, honey?"
"You know I mean do you want to go out with me?"
"Where?"
"Mm — have to think about it."
"OK. Give me a ring at 7:30. I'm going to be alone."
"OK."
The time went fast till quitting. Janey breezed out of work and drove home. Now and then a woman dressed in a dark stole appeared briefly in the crowd on the sidewalk. The garments really looked smart and comfortable. Janey wondered how long it would take to get one.
At home she lay down for a while, silent in the hazy late afternoon sun. She lit up in the sun and smoked a cigarette, a very light brand. The town was kind of obscure inn the glare and her reverie. The dream of French love. The neighbourhood seemed to be simmering. It was full of possibilities. What awaited her next? She sat up, her tits moved briefly, and dreamed, with legs drawn up under the smoke of her light cigarette.
Duke got up from the floor, swallowing a whine, and padded over to her, pressing his cold nose against her stockinged leg and sighing relaxedly with a placid show of alertness, jaw resting squarely on her calf.
She felt tipsy, then all of a sudden released she was being buoyed by the subtle but definite sense of inspiration. Something stimulating her. Not just Duke, whom she petted on the ears and face. She had made that joke about an orgy and thought about it now. Friends and acquaintances nude, taking off their clothes together, maybe in her apartment. She could just see it! All that skin and pubic hair walking around, standing right in front of you. With a hard-on! You could touch it and not be obligated. But you could obligate it or bestow a kiss or a hold or a squeeze and talk to the man about what interests you. She felt herself stroking the balls, too…
It all made her come wide-eyed awake again with a wet smile. She smiled at Duke, who stood before her panting. Like he was in the dream, too. She moved to the edge of the couch and bent toward him. He walked up to her. She put her hands out, running her hands over his flanks from shoulder to hip and leaned slightly on him, feeling a vague desire in her loins. She rubbed his haunches and kissed him low on his back. He nuzzled her side and sniffed her.
She felt how big he was. And so strong. The muscles in his legs and back were so strong. She rode on the memory of his cunnilinguing her. It felt good. Maybe some more would be in order. Man, she was horny. Rodney had fucked her so good. And they had gone at it like dogs. She was now caressing Duke's back haunches, stroking his legs, playing with his tail. Rodney sniffing her one time while she squatted on her knees on the bed. He tickled her and teased her. He put his finger right in her ass, and she told him how much she loved that sometimes. He nodded, still staring at her puckery, aggressive rear hole. "Do you ever like that done to you," she asked.
"I don't know. I doubt it, tho', for some reason. Try it sometime when I'm fucking you."
"Me fucking you…"
"Me fucking you…"
Duke was sniffing and nudging around below her belly now. She wanted to hold him back. But she wanted to let that internal vibration continue. A thrill stripped her mind. What if the dog…
She thought of being surrounded by men with erections and talking to her to them all like friends, but intimately: moving together, her body shimmering, pressing up against theirs, embracing Duke's hairy back its she thought about a whole crowd of them, men and women pressing together firmly but gently, a picket fence of rubbery rods surrounding her like a tight grass skirt, as they begin the dance that moves them all in time, so that the close throbbing contact is equal with not only a touch of the hand but a sight of a distant now close body or face.
She sat up and took off her dress. Then she took off her bra, shaking free and bending forward. "Come on, Duke — lick 'em for me." Duke regarded her curiously, and eyed her tits attentively. She moved right over his nose and swung them back and forth. Her wide smile displayed her teeth together and moist. Her nipples were curving toward him.
He met them with his hairy lips and brusquely nuzzled them with his teeth finally opening to admit his flashing tongue. He was wet and quick with an abundance of licks for her stimulated nipples.
She got up and pulled her panties down to her mound and left them there in a roll. "Come down here, Duke," she panted. She spread her legs and welcomed his head between them. Fascinated now, Duke sniffed her damp pants and up her legs, pushing the pants back into her pussy with his nose. "Oh-oh-ho," she exclaimed, rising up one foot.
"You tickle me, Duke. Let me walk around you and sit on your tail. You don't want me to do that? Yes, dear, sniff my briefs. You beautiful dog. All the years I've had you, I never really thought you'd be good for this or that I'd even want it. Ah! Do it! Lick it! No, no, I never thought you'd be my lover."
She spread the top of her thighs wide and played with his muzzle, pulled her pants down, too, so he could lick under crotch. He covered her thighs and furrows with his tongue, gradually warming her and making the skin familiar him and to her feeling him lick her. She rolled her finger on her clitoris and felt her vagina slowly open up to him, till he was damn near drinking her.
"Oh!" she said, quivering on the balls of her feet. "Am I going come again?" Standing made her legs tired, however; she sat or slowly fell down backward into the couch, lifting her legs and opening them again to Duke's pouncing head. His tail wagged excitedly. She admired herself — seeing just her knees and feet and legs if they were another woman's wrapped around a Great Dane. "Duke," she said, "keep licking me. It feels good. You're going to make me come just like the other day!"
She grabbed his head impulsively and kissed him. She'd always loved the touch and smell of this furry beast, and now her pussy was interacting with him, too. He licked her face. She laughed and sat up and he licked her breasts and down between them, going for her heat, past her belly button, into the thick bush of black pubic hairs that surrounded her aroma centre. Duke nuzzled and licked her hairs and the middle of her pussy, not seeming to distinguish between the different erogenous zones.
Janey thought of how as a very young girl he had seen two dogs fucking. It was during her first years of masturbating and not long after she'd learned the facts of life. Actually seeing animals hotly linked in intercourse had given her a big thrill, like she was coming upon a secret and would now have a new way of using and enjoying her own body. The two dogs had paid no attention to her. The frenzy their movements was awesome. She snuck behind and looked at the thrusting hips, the furry and pink penis entering and jerking about.