"I don't let you fuck enough, do I, Duke?" she said warmly, settling even deeper into the couch and spreading her legs wider, feeling his tongue drive deeper. "I take you out on walks and you sniff other dogs but I never see you fuck them. Only when I let you run loose at dusk do you have a chance to let out your pent-up sex drive. But I don't like to let you loose. I don't want you to be stolen or get lost somehow or have an accident. You're a beautiful dog and you should fuck as often as a man." She clamped her legs around his head, but not too firmly. One of her feet rubbed Duke's side, and the toes insinuated themselves beneath him, stroking inward to his genital area. "Yes, you're a good dog and you're lusty. So let it out on me, Duke, let me be the one who satisfies you."
Thoroughly excited now, she got up and turned around, pushing her ass toward him so he could lick her from behind, which he did ardently, starting to whine now and then. Janey got down on all fours and swiveled her hips, encouraging him to lick her from top to bottom and side to side. His tongue slipped wholly into the crack of her ass and slid up and down by turns. Each stroke was exciting: the upstroke filled her crack, rubbing over her anus and beyond; the downstroke plunged into and over her lower and middle parts of her pussy. Feeling his tongue get deeper into her hole, she stiffened and shook with a spasm of pleasure and pushed back harder. "Do it to me there, Duke, right there, keep doing…"
It was blissful. Duke nuzzled well under her. His nose and head were so wide and felt so good when she rubbed her pussy on them. His tongue was so big that each lick made her whole crotch his. It was a new kind of feeling. She'd forgotten. It felt even better than the other day. Being eaten this way was different than with a man. Duke's licks were warm, wide, and deep and gave her all kinds of chills and spasms of pleasure. She put her finger on her throbbing clit and rubbed it swiftly, firmly. Visions of tremendous cocks danced in front of her in connection with her cunt being licked. She was melting. She felt like it could go on forever. Weak in the shoulders, she sagged to the floor but kept her buttocks up so it could keep getting licked. She continued to jack off with her finger and have dreams of people kissing her, masturbating in front of her, licking her and putting their fingers in her. Her holes dilated and contracted with excitement at the thought. And all the pleasure that was being given to her cunt. Sometimes Duke's tongue felt like a whole hand.
She turned sideways and felt him continue licking her rear. Still at a high pitch of excitement, she wiggled every time he brushed her vagina. Meanwhile she petted him on belly and sides. She rubbed his back with firm affection, stroking from near his shoulders to the base of his spine, over his tail and even onto his balls. She ran her hand up and down the dog's legs and caressed his powerful thigh muscles. The narrow bony lower legs always fascinated her they were so straight and hard. She ringed them with her fingers as she would a penis and stroked up and down. She did it over and over again, transmitting a great deal of her sensuous energy to Duke, exciting him.
Yes. She looked under his belly. The pink tip of his penis was showing through the dark hairy skin that normally covered it. She reached under and touched him. The dark skin was hard and slick and warm. She moved her two middle fingertips back and forth softly on his penis and watched as the pink tip moved further out, exposing a pink head and eventually part of a pink shaft.
"You're getting hard now, Duke," she said, continuing to massage the base of his penis. She said it as much to herself as to him. It was fascinating to watch. Duke whined more frequently now. His penis stuck out with obvious readiness and desire.
"Am I tickling you? Does it feel good? Shall I do it some more? Keep licking me. Ahhh…"
Now they were end to end like two dogs — or was it two people? It was what it was — a woman and her animal friend. This intimacy was new and strange. A tingling possessed Janey. From her toes to the roots of her hair she felt different. The mere touch of Duke's furry head on her haunch or his tongue on the skin made her feel warm and stimulated. Her cunt was wet and wide open.
She stroked the skin of Duke's lower belly, brushing his cock with each pass. With her left hand she cupped his balls. They were very large almost like a man's but were tightly contained in his black scrotum. She caressed them, pulling slightly and revolving her middle finger against them softly. Her gentle strokes became bolder and firmer. She saw and felt Duke's muscles tighten. He was really getting excited. His pink penis stuck out several inches, hard and proud.
She put her hand on it. It felt slick. She stroked it now as she stroked his balls and got his complete attention. He stopped licking her and stood panting, his tongue out, his eyes wide and eager and almost helpless.
Janey changed her position, kneeling next to his penis. She rubbed it now in long stokes from balls to head, and with her other hand she played with her pussy, feeling a new heat grabbing hold of her. A momentary nostalgia passed through her. Duke was like an old friend and sex was a new stage in their friendship. She embraced him intensely, squeezing his body hard and by leaning on him knocked him off balance, falling on top of him. She sat up part way and went back to playing with him. He lolled his tongue and rolled his head at her. She took her other hand off the floor and worked his balls with it. The excitement grew. The penis jerked out further all of a sudden, standing high and curving upward slightly. She gave him long quick strokes now. She kissed his belly; she even kissed his balls a few times with just the tip of her lips. She watched him jerk forward. His paws quivered in the air.
"Come, Duke, come," she said, stroking him again and again and again, and finally he spurted tremendous jolts translucent semen that spattered on her body and his and hung off his organ and her hand in slowly drying strings. He whimpered some more with tired pleasure, and slowly his penis retracted, slipping between her fingers back into his limp, protective sheath.
"Oh, Duke, I don't believe it," she giggled, getting up to go to the bathroom for a towel. She came back and toweled off his belly and penis. The pink tip snaked out again for a minute just a thin reminder.
She wiped it off several times and then lay her hand on it. Feeling the pulse in his genitals. Soothing the sensitive nerves.
She was hot, however. Still open and wet. "Are you going to help me some more, Duke?" She stood over him, straddling his body and rubbed her pussy. She walked forward and knelt by his head. Her crotch contacted his muzzle. He licked a couple of times. She licked her lips, stared at him, rubbed her cunt on his mouth and nose. She played with her clitoris and gave herself an orgasm.
"Come here," she said urgently, getting off him and rolling over the chair nearby. She leaned against it with her back and spread her legs wide, lifted them up, holding them by the back of the knees. Duke roused himself and sniffed his way over. He licked her cunt with long, splashy strokes.
"Yes, yes, I like that!" she said. Her hand played with her clitoris. "Lick me more!"
He pushed his muzzle against her pussy insistently, thrilling her. Her thighs vibrated with pleasure outside Duke's ears. He pushed and rooted and licked her cunt till she was on fire again. "Oh, keep going, keep going!"
She remembered walking into a gas station with her summer shorts on. The young man on duty had brazenly cupped her hips with his hand. And she had smiled back at him over her shoulder. Her cunt had been pressing against the cold metal of the counter. He put his hands between her legs and stroked up to the top. The touch made her jump. He moved his hand tightly back and forth. She wished she'd have seen him take off his pants and expose his hard penis to her. Then pull her pants down all the way to the floor and put his mouth on her sex…