John Biggs

Naked with her dog

CHAPTER ONE

"Come on, Duke!" Janey yelled, taking off across a wide grassy block of parkland. The dog scampered after her and soon caught up and passed her with his long surging leaps. She put on a new burst of speed but stopped soon and just walked and watched as the dog horned in on some other dogs being walked by their masters near the end of the block. She'd had Duke since he was a puppy, and now he had reached his mature form. As she put it, humorously to friends, Duke was now in the full bloom of his young manhood. He was a good-looking Great Dane with a flawless tawny coat and good bone structure. He looked noble and handsome, and when he and Janey were outside like this, he, seemed to smile at her, and laugh as they played. His long big-toothed mouth open, his long pink tongue hanging out as he panted through the pleasant exertions of their play. Some of her friends thought Janey should enter him in dog shows, but so far she could see no good in the idea. Why put him in a competitive situation where his behaviour would have to be restricted through training to conform to the rules. Anyone could see his beauty and that was enough for her.

Now as she approached the place where he'd stopped and was attentively checking the odour of the other dogs as they checked him, she wondered about this practice dogs had of sniffing each others' crotches. You'd hardly think that was the first place strangers would touch when they first met. Yet it told the dogs something about each other. It was simple and bestial. Lusty and yet not lustful. It was innocent. Imagine two people meeting and sniffing each other, even on the neck. Dogs operated with their noses on a low level. From a distance there was something invigorating about it.

She came up to where the dogs were frisking and parleying and put a possessive hand on Duke's collar. The owner of the other dogs turned out to be just one person, a big jolly old fat lady whose pumpkin cheeked face was split by a big smile. "Is he yours?" she asked Janey, who nodded. "Quite a beautiful dog. I've seen him in this park before, from a distance. Danes always do." Janey nodded and thanked the lady.

Then she excused herself: she and Duke had been out for a while and now she wanted to go back and make supper. They waved goodbye.

Janey and Duke ran back toward the other end of the park. He began making wide arcs and circles around her as she slowed to a walk, the leash dangling beside her. Actually he excited as much attention as Duke, for she was a good-looking blonde in her early twenties with a fine, slim well-developed figure. She was wearing light blue slacks and a furry white sweater. Her high full hips made her walk especially alluring, and from time to time she felt the eyes of distant men focusing on her body. It was nothing new, and I didn't bother her. There were times, when she was looking for a man, that she would accentuate her slow sensual movement. Nowadays she had regular boyfriend who satisfied her well. Rodney, an electrician, a strong young man, a good guy. She'd been with him more than two months, and their feelings for each other were a deep and strong as any they'd ever known. He was a good companion, too. He liked to go dancing with her, take her to certain shows and exhibits, go hiking, and picnicking and swimming. He also liked to watch sporting events on TV and drink beer, and bull-shit, too, that wasn't bad, and his friends never got obnoxious. But more important than anything, she guessed, was the fact that he was the first man in a long time who'd been able to satisfy her sexually in what looked like a long-term way.

She gazed down at Duke's handsome flank. The strong leg tensed from paw to hip as he raised his other hind leg to piss on a tree. Her gaze flickered over his tight black scrotum. His balls were almost as big as Rodney's.

They'd met at a party, a large crowd full of unattached people. She'd danced with a number of men, felt their bodies tense against hers and press forward aggressively but for some reason she let Rodney drive her home. They necked for a while in the car, rather passionately, too, but for some reason she didn't invite him to share her bed. She liked him, though, and was kind of impressed by the fact that he didn't try to go any further than she wanted him to. He was obviously very passionate; she could tell that. And they liked each other. She gave him her phone number, and they got together several more times.

Walking slowly home brought her out of her reverie. Duke kept close to her on the sidewalk and followed her across the streets. She never had to use the leash. He might tense at times when strange dogs appeared, but a single word from her, was enough to keep him from dashing after them. He never barked or growled strangers either when she was with him. At home it might be a different matter, especially when she was sleeping. Any suspicious noise near her their door brought a quick response from Duke.

When they got home, she opened a big can of beef dog food and spooned it into Duke's plastic dish on the kitchen floor next to the refrigerator. She stroked his back and ribs for a while, watching his big square jaw snatch the food and chew it vigorously. Her hand moved down his backbone and petted his rear and the beginning of his tail firmly. Then she fixed her own meal.

After eating, she went into the other room and reclined on the daybed. She lit a cigarette, her first and probably her last of the day. She didn't feel like watching TV and she didn't want to hear any music. She felt day-dreamy. The sun was almost down now, sending a pale dusty gold light into the room under her drawn shade. She smoked her cigarette down and put out the stub. Her thoughts turned to sex, to Rodney, to her past.

She had grown up in an easygoing home without too many prohibitions. Her sex attitudes had been normal, unblocked, and pretty free. She had found that she was highly lustful and found ways to express her desires most of the time. Dancing closely with boys in school, she knew how to come across seductively to that her partner invariably got a hard-on that throbbed manfully against her belly or thigh. When she could, they would slip out of sight for some masturbation games. When it wasn't possible or the boy was too shy, as happened sometimes, she would switch to a new partner, pressing her full breasts against him, placing her hot cheek against his, rubbing her legs and belly against him until his penis erected and she could feel it. When she was alone with a guy, she loved to feel his hands running up and down her body, and she would also stroke his buttocks and crotch and penis.

The tingling sensations first experienced with in the early years of puberty soon passed to direct genital manipulation, hand friction on penis or vagina until orgasm. She'd been masturbating from an early age, since before puberty; the touch of another person's hand there was heavenly. Sometimes a boy was no good at it, sometimes he was great. But if he couldn't satisfy her she would do it herself, sometimes rubbing her clitoris and vagina at the same time she was stroking and jerking a naked penis. She loved it when they got close to orgasm.

They would get all tense and sometimes rise up on the balls of their feet, or if they were both seated, stick their pelvis up off the ground, breathe heavily and harshly, their penises swollen to the fullest, sometimes they would jerk their pelvises or just quiver uncontrollably as they started to come. She learned to keep her rhythm steady, finding that they came with more powerful pulsations, their penises jerking strongly she could feel it in her hand, and sometimes her cunt would dilate with the rising excitement and contract, too, contract in semi-orgasm as the spurting penis covered her hands with warm sperm. At this point she would slow her rhythm to a crawl, then stop, giving the rubbery organ one or two last squeezes, then hold it for to while before they cleaned up.

She fucked for the first time when she was sixteen, and while the pain equaled the pleasure that first time, she tried it some more and learned to like it. She was careful and always carried pack of rubbers in case the young man — her boyfriend at the time or some guy she'd picked up — wasn't prepared. She loved to fuck, and by the time she was in her last year of high school, she did it at least twice a month and tried to do it two or three times a week. Some of her boyfriends would give it to her every night. But she rarely stuck with them for more than a few weeks.

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.

She loved watching the traffic in the office. Sometimes it was just like being in a busy park. People came and went whom you'd never seen before. The office was so huge and led into more like it. Floors and floors of them. Everybody working on gas, electric, coal, and fuel oil bills, both to the customers and from the raw suppliers. It was fantastic, all of those…

One walked through and stopped to get something, Janey knew her slightly — her name was Linda, and she worked one floor up. She was very tall and beautiful and always drew a lot of eyes when she appeared. Dressed like Janey, high heels, stockings, short skirt, she had a tremendous high curve to her ass and her tits jiggles every time she moved. As usual they were both very busy and had little chance to meet. Maybe next time. Janey was sure Linda lived an interesting life; it would be nice to talk to her for a while.

At lunch she met Maureen, her best friend whom she'd known since high school, and the two of them walked by the admiring stares and whistles of some construction workers to a favourite grassy spot for lunch. A little white dog ran right over Janey's legs, but otherwise they were pretty much alone.

"You know that guy Terry," Maureen said in between bites.

"Mm-hm."

"I finally got together with him, yesterday. Just before supper in his boat in the private lake around Rymer Island, you know?"

"Mm-hm. Did you like it?"

"Ho! Let me tell you sweetheart! Would you mind hearing some of the wilder details?"

"I've never known shame or modesty to halt your tongue before."

"Listen! We're sailing way out there and talking, and by the way he's looking at me I could just melt down inside. And its not only his eyes. He's very well-built, you know. We're wearing our bathing suits and his is sticking out before he's even touched me! He couldn't hide that stretched out arc — and it looked thick."

"I looked at it and made signs to him that I was game if he was so, he drives the boat up to a little tiny dock, ties it up and starts hugging me. He felt good to kiss, and his hands were all over me, kind of rough at first but comfortable. And I pushed against that big cock with my crotch and moved it up and down. Jeez, it was nice. We got out and hustled up some path through thick brush to a clearing."

"He wanted to put up a tent but we were too excited. It didn't look like anybody else was around anyway. I let him undress me and lay back while he kissed my neck and tits. Oooh, he sucked 'em!"

They were both laughing now so hard they couldn't eat or talk. Their faces were flushed, convulsed, tearing up…

"And that not all he sucked. Oh, wait a minute! Finally I made him roll over so I could get a good look. Just as I thought, too — big and thick. So long and hot against my hand. It's been a couple years since I found one like that!"

"Did you taste it?"

"Oh, Janey, stop it!" said Maureen, having a paroxysm. "How could I even get it past my teeth? I gobbled the tip for a while. But it was the fucking that was really good. It took him about five minutes to get it in!"

"How big was it? Could you get your hand around it?"

"Not all the way. First thing I thought of was: only a horse could have one that big! But it worked."

"You like him then, huh?"

"In guess so. I'm going to see him tonight."

"Well, Maureen, don't become a stranger. Keep me — posted."

After work Janey went home to get some things together for her night at Rodney's house. Duke frisked around when she came through the door and jumped up on her with his paws. She shooed him back down and patted his head, stroked his neck. Then she hugged him hard on her knees and kissed him. She really loved that dog. He splashed her cheek with his huge tongue, and she laughed, getting up again and collecting her stuff. She took Duke for a walk, brought him back, told him to be a good boy, and left.

Rod met her at his door with a hard hug, and they kissed noisily. Wonderful cooking smells attracted her attention.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Veal parmesan."

"Oh, great! You're really branching out now, aren't you. I ought to move in so you can do my cooking."

"Ha ha! Don't get any ideas, sister." Although he didn't show it, he actually wished that she wouldn't joke about something like setting up together. He hadn't thought about it much, though, and she had never brought it up with her, he wasn't sure about the idea himself.

They toasted each other, drank several glasses of wine, and ate heavily. They also talked a lot about their jobs, the news, joked with each others' words and played little seductive games. She found that Rodney was getting a lot of extra work for the weeks and weekends ahead. Obviously this meant they might not have so much time together, but they didn't mention that.

"You must be getting a lot of good experience," she said.

"Yeah. I been in this trade seven years now, but pretty soon it's gonna feel like ten. By the end of the year I should be ready for some good vacationing."

"You'll be tired, honey, but you'll be a millionaire."

"Ha! I doubt that, but I'll have a good roll. I might even spend some of it on you."

"Really? What a surprise. But I don't need anything. You should keep all the money for yourself."

"Now that wouldn't be very nice, would it? I couldn't deal with all that money myself. I'd need some of your female intuition to figure out ways to spend it."

"I've got it. Why don't we trade salaries for a month?"

"OK — next January when I take my vacation."

The meal was pretty heavy and tired them out, so they sat on his couch to watch TV. It was re-runs of 'The Honeymooners' and 'Gilligan's Island'. Pretty funny stuff. Then it was a long involved drama that had plenty of intrigue and ponderous moments. They started falling asleep and lay against each other for a long time. But when the program was over, they were refreshed and started coming alive.

They touched and stroked each other and started kissing. Long warm deep kisses. Their tongues caressed each other and explored the hollows of their mouths. Getting hot now, they kissed each other across the cheeks and neck, the ear, the shoulder. She moved her hand excitingly up and down the back of his neck and head, while he caressed one of her breasts. She wore no bra. The nipple stiffened up under the fabric and begged for endless repetition of the upward rubbing caress of his fingers. After a while he pressed his palm down on her tit, feeling it compress and spread under his pressure. He squeezed her gently and stroked in a circular motion, running his fingertips out to her armpit.

Breathing heavily Janey thrust her chest against him, then quickly unbuttoned her blouse so he could get at her bare tits. She grabbed for his cock, thick and hard inside hid trousers. She pulled it out straight along his thigh and stroked it compulsively, gently, endlessly. It swelled up more under her touch. She reached further down, between his legs, stroking his lower privates. He tingled. His balls rose.

He had spread her blouse back from her shoulders, which her caressed lovingly, then kissed while his hands moved down over her eager, stiff nipples breasts. These he cupped and tweaked with his thumbs while his lips glided down her chest and out the swelling curve of each tit, riding the warm, smooth surface with the tip of hid tongue. He kissed her nipples and rubbed his lips over them, sucked them, and teased them with his tongue while they were in his mouth. Janey moaned passionately. His hands rubbed her ribcage and belly. Her skin was hot, burning with desire. He moved away from her half-attentive hand and knelt on the floor next to her. He caressed her feet and legs and started to undo and pull off her skirt. She lifted her legs high so that the garment could clear her hips, then lowered them as the skirt swiftly brushed off her. Rod kissed her above the knee and ran his hands way up her thighs, over her mound, and under her hips. He touched the backs of her thighs and moved upward, feeling the goose-pimpled flesh of her legs. His fingers got under her underpants as far they could. They drifted into her centre and felt the wet, hairy, musky dampness.

He took his hands out and tucked his fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties. He watched her tits shake, as she moaned and twitched on the couch, assisting him in the removal of her last piece of clothing. He quickly undid his zipper and waist button to free his erection, then dipped forward into her crotch, stroking her thighs and hips as he rubbed his nose, lips and cheeks over her abundant black pubic hair and kissed downward, sucking excitedly here and there, until he reached the wet, spreading, opening of her vagina. His tongue tip slapped the wet labia noisily for a while, rubbing back and forth while she hissed and groaned and writhed and wrapped her long slender thighs around his head. His tongue then went right down the centre of her cunt, dividing the labia smoothly. He probed her juicy centre then moved up to her throbbing clitoris. He caressed the hard bud with precise skillful circling tongue tip and surrounding it and pressed on it with his hot fat flat tongue body. She tasted so good. He was eager. He loved doing this.

She pressed against him, lifting her crotch up a little and trembling spasmodically. She was already starting to come. "Oh, that feels good, baby! Suck me! Put your tongue inside! I want to go down you, too, feel your peter in my mouth! I'll suck your balls and put my tongue right up your ass! Oh, eat me, baby! Do it! I'm going to come now!!"

Rodney probed, sucked, and licked her even more rapidly. He swiveled his tongue back and forth like a glutton. His excellent tongue ran madly on every surface and pistoned in and out of her cunt rapidly almost like a penis, but smaller and so much more flexible. He gave her the best head he knew how and added an index finger.

Finally, he slowed down, she let her legs dangle and fall away a little from his cunt-smeared mouth. She snaked one foot downward and rubbed her soft big toe on his rock-hard shaft. "Stand up now, Rodney, let me look at it."

He got up abruptly and took a short step forward to meet her sitting up on the couch. She kissed his throbbing penis and rubbed her face against it slowly, draping it with her long blonde hair on each turn. His legs tightened, and he thrust forward a little. She gripped his erect tool at the base and jerked softly, moving her hand up just an inch or so. Her mouth opened wide and descended slowly, her tongue rubbing the big swollen head over and over again before her lips engulfed it and her warm soft sucking mouth moved far down the straining shaft. "Mmmm," he said. Her mouth embraced his penis hotly and sucked upward with a loud juicy noise, then moved down again slowly with that soft sucking pressure that feel like a different kind of cunt.

Her hands caressed his hips and stroked the cleft of his hairy behind, stroked his balls. He looked to his right and saw the open window.

"Wait a minute, Janey. Wait, let me draw the shade."

He walked over to the window with nothing but an unbuttoned shirt on, his cock bouncing manfully as he walked. Just before pulling the shade, he saw a woman looking at him from the window across the street. Oh no, he thought with a smile, that single woman. He felt more amused than embarrassed. It was kind of exciting, too.

He walked over where Janey lay nude and languid. He took off his shirt and she took his penis in hand again, stroking the hard organ from top to bottom of its up-jutting form. Then she licked it all over without once taking it into her mouth.

"Come on, let's go into the bedroom, Janey." He walked in side-by-side with her, his hand on her ass. She got down on the bed on her hand, and knees. She looked wild. "Do you want me to suck you some more, or do you want to fuck me?" she said fiercely.

Rodney smiled. "I don't care."

She shook her ass at him. "Fuck me then. I'll suck you some more later. Fuck me here." She spread her ass cheeks so that he could see the puckered hole of her anus. It moved slightly as he got on the bed behind her and rubbed the tip of his penis up and down the centre of her cleft. He went and got a little lubricating cream and came back to the bed. He put some on his fingertips and rubbed it on his cock, then rubbed it on the hole and around it. Meanwhile she reached under them with one hand and tickled his scrotum, feeling the skin thicken in excited corrugations, feeling the contours of his big tight balls. She grabbed them with her whole hand and squeezed them firmly but not hard. Her fingertips rubbed the hairy base of his rod, then she brought her hand back front of her to steady her body.

The lip of his swollen penis head nosed into the outer millimetres of her asshole. She stiffened with passion and then made an effort to relax, feeling him nudge forward little by little. She opened and closed her sphincter quickly, trying to get a grip on his penis. Finally her anus bloomed and sucked the entire cock-head. Her rectum spasmed, then slowly relaxing, it clung to his tool. The pressure was wonderful. The skin tingled, and his penis throbbed to complete the process accelerated by his slow sliding far into and occasionally slightly out of her ass. Her rectum squeezed him steadily and his body jerked forward. Passionate, he grabbed for the rest of her body, which quivered under the caress of his hands and chest. His fingers trailed across her body, touching her nipples which felt hot and spicy. He stroked down her mid-line, from breast-line to pubic, touching her stomach and rubbing around her pussy. His balls caressed her soft inner thighs and sometimes her vagina jerked his member quickly, pulling out an inch or two, then pushing back in. Her pubic hairs felt electric to his fingertips, which rubbed them softly, feeling their swell, their prominent bush-like thrust. He pressed it down into a mat, rubbed her cunt flesh and made her jump. The snake of pleasure coiled and coiled in his tubes, waiting for the signal to spring. She moved a hand underneath and caressed his nuts. They were both breathing heavily, engrossed like dogs in what they were doing, too excited to talk. He was about to come. He twiddled her clit and felt her tighten around him in excitement. He jerked more and more, yelling as the organ took hold, pumping through him from his sucked-in bottom to his sperm-spitting head. After many flashes of penile ejaculation, he moaned with extended soothingness. Her vagina twitched a few times over his fingertips, which he slid up and down her wide open lips softly. He softened slowly, withdrawing from her bottom, and they both moaned and sighed when the limp organ finally slipped out, leaving a whole between them which they bridged with an embrace and a few hard, friendly kisses.