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Chapter 1
It was a hot, muggy Sunday, and thirteen-year old Jan felt out of sorts
with the world. Her mother had phoned that she would be delayed with
"Aunt Nina" and wouldn't be home until Monday morning--if then. Jan knew
her mother was shacked up with me guy in a motel some place, and the
fact that Momma was getting fucked and she wasn't added to her lousy
mood. Also, Santa Cruz Shirley and Irish Deirdre had gotten up that
morning, eaten a big breakfast and left the dishes for her to do, and
had left without even a thank-you suck for the orgy they'd had over the
weekend, first with the paper boy and then just among the three of them
... two women and the delightfully sexual teenager.
They'd sucked endlessly, and then fucked each other with every dildo in
her mother's collection--all of which needed cleaning before the old
woman arrived home--and had done about anything and everything broads
can do to broads to make them come. But now, on Sunday morning, Jan
wanted something she couldn't name. She didn't want to fuck herself with
any of the dildoes, nor did she want to use the hairbrush handle that
had been what excited the fancy-fucking Davis the night he'd been
peeking in her window. And she sure as hell didn't want to use just her
finger. That seemed almost childish, now that she had discovered the
real pleasure to be had from a good, stout fuck.
It hardly seemed possible, she thought, that it had been just a little
over a week ago when she got her first real fuck from Davis. Then the
next night she had been fucked by Robbie Lester, the three-balled banjo
player, and she'd gotten screwed or sucked by every male and female at
the party at Ma Kidder's Bar, known throughout the village of Los Patos
as an infamous sex palace. She'd been fucked in the cunt, in the ass, in
the mouth, and had had her pussy sucked, all within the space a very few
hours. Then, after a week spent with her finger and her mother's dildos
whenever she had a chance, she'd had a wild time with Irish Deirdre and
Santa Cruz Shirley.
Now the let-down was upon her. She had no further plans for fucking with
the fine crowd of people at Ma Kidder's Bar and Infamous Sex Palace, and
she was in that state every youngster of her age and experience is bound
to encounter at some early point in their fucking careers--she didn't
know where her next screw was coming from.
"Shit!" she said disgustedly, borrowing Irish Deirdre's favourite word.
"That's what this whole fucking mess is. Shit!"
She flopped on the couch and tried to interest herself in some
antiseptic television, but the screen didn't hold her attention for more
than a moment. Nor did woman's magazine that pretended cocks and cunts
didn't exist, and the highest that a woman could aspire to was a
well-waxed kitchen floor.
She rejected the idea of calling Davis, mostly out of fear that he would
refuse to fuck her, and the rejection would be more than she could bear.
Right then she needed some moral support ... in the form of a stout cock
shoved up her pussy.
She stood up and damned near stumbled over her pet boxer, Meat, who was
sleeping on the floor.
"Get out of the way, you fucking son of a bitch," she snapped, and after
a moment, she grinned. "Calling you a son of a bitch isn't an insult, is
it, Meat, old friend? You're a son of a bitch, no matter how you cut
it."
Meat opened his eyes and regarded her balefully for interrupting his
nap. He didn't move or acknowledge her presence in any way.
She went into the kitchen and fixed herself a sandwich. She ate only a
couple of bits and put it down on the dining room table.
"Shit!" she repeated. "I'll out of my gourd if don't find something to
do pretty soon."
She walked listlessly back into the living room and watched Meat, who
had awakened and was busily licking his balls, while the television
announcer discussed the evils of flaking dandruff.
"Now there's something that would be good, if I could just do it," she
said musingly, watching the dog. "I could suck myself off, and I
wouldn't need Mom's dildoes."
She watched the dog for a moment longer, then decided she would try and
emulate him. Every child has, at some point in her life, to learn the
limitations of the human backbone, for if humans could suck themselves
off, as monkeys can, the race would have ceased to exist eons ago.
Jan stood up and stripped, feeling better just from the fact that she no
longer worn clothes.
Meat continued licking his balls with absolute unconcern. The luscious
thirteen-year-old sat on the couch and pulled her knees up as high as
she could, at the same time bending her head forward as far as possible,
but the best she could do was to bring her hips some inches from her
tummy, and nowhere near her snatch. She tried several different
postures, but none of them worked to do anything more than frustrate her
more than she was already. She was able to lick and suck her nipples,
but while that felt good, it wasn't really good enough. It just made her
hotter without doing anything to ease her torment.
"Meat," she said, addressing the dog, "you animals have got it over
humans. You can lick your cock and balls if you want to, and the only
time you go around chasing pussy is when some bitch is in heat." She
shook her head. "But I wouldn't want to be like a female dog," she
mused. "I want to fuck whenever I feel like it, not just when I might
get knocked up."
Then an idea began to form in her mind, and then she was sure would be
the answer to her present problem, if she could just execute it.
"Meat," she said speculatively, "I wonder if you've got to have a bitch
in heat before you can come."
She knew that Meat sometimes got a hard on without having a female dog
around, but she didn't know about the rest of the dog-fucking mechanism
he possessed. So she crawled down on the floor and began petting her
pet, calling him the silly little names she'd given him in the months
she'd owned him
"How about it, Meaty-Boy," she whispered. "Would you like Jan to play
with your cock a little, and maybe make you come? How about it boy?"
As she spoke, she rubbed the dog's tummy, and as always happened when
she petted him this way, he rolled on his back and lay with his hind
legs spread wide.
"Good dog," she said lovingly, letting her hand explore in a wider
circle, at first just barely touching the fleshy covering of the dog's
long cock. A surge of thrill shot through her at the contact, for she
knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that what she was doing was so
forbidden even her mother wouldn't indulge in it ... and there just
wasn't anything else, she knew, her mother wouldn't do, as long as it
involved sex.
Then, her stomach tight and scarcely breathing, Jan reached down and
covered the dog cock with her hand. She remained motionless for a long
moment getting accustomed to the warm, hairy sensation of touching the
fleshy container of his juicy red cock.
Then she began gently stroking it, rubbing back and forth, back and
forth, watching for any signs of excitement she might be producing in
the dog.
And at first she was disappointed, for Meat seemed to have no reaction
at all. Meat just lay then obliviously enjoying the attention, but
apparently not getting any sexual pleasure out of the hand job Jan was
trying to give him.
"Shit," she muttered, disappointed. "This promised to be fun."
Just as she was about to give up, the pink tip of Meat's dong peeked
through the folds of skin that protected it. It glistened wetly as Jan
saw it appear for the first time.
"I'll be damned!" Jan cried in surprise. "He does dig masturbation."
Meat stumbled to his feet suddenly, and for a moment Jan thought the
animal was rejecting her, but then she realised it was only to answer
call of instinct and get into a position so he could hump as though
fucking a bitch. By the time she realised that, Meat's cock was eight
inches long and dangling lewdly below his belly. The dog had a fat cock,
not shaped like a man's, but Jan knew instinctively it would be able to
satisfy, her if she could just manage to fuck it.
"Well, old thing," Jan said affectionately. I can't leave you with
something like that hanging out, now can I?"
She curved one hand over his back as she sat on the floor next to him,
and with the other hand began stroking his cock in earnest. The moist
organ felt strange to her touch at first, but as Meat started humping
violently she didn't have much time to reflect on how it felt. She could
tell the dog needed relief and needed it in a hurry, so she jacked him
off as rapidly as she could, for her mother always taught her to finish
whatever she started.
Almost at once the thin, watery gism that is a dog's come, started
shooting all over the rug, and Jan had a momentary thought that the
stains might be hard to explain, but then she said to hell with it. If
her mother wanted to know about come stains on the rug, she'd have to
find out how they got there for herself.
She continued jacking Meat off, and she was surprised at the volume of
come that the dog shot, and also at the almost continuous orgasm he
experienced. Even though he kept coming and coming, his cock didn't get
soft and wilt, like man's would.
"Good dog," Jan whispered. "I wish I could find a man who could fuck
like you. The bastards I've fucked always come in a hurry and get soft,
and that's a hell of a thing if I haven't had enough."
She continued stroking Meat's cock for long minutes more, her pussy
beginning to flow with the copious juices of her lust. The longer she
jacked Meat off, the more frantic his humping became, until finally she
could stand the strain no longer and slipped her skilful finger between
her legs and found her tight, hot clitty. A flick and then another was
all it took, and her fiery body stiffened, then throbbed through an
exciting, spasming come. All the while she was coming, she continued her
hand job of Meat's meat, and the dog continued humping the air and
shooting his thin, sticky gism over the rug. Jan watched it spurting
from the end of Meat's cock with absolute fascination.
Finally, with a sigh of spent passion, Jan collapsed on the floor and
released the dog's cock. She lay there for several moment, eyes shut,
savouring the delicious pleasure of her finger fuck. Not that
finger-fucking was her favourite activity now that she had learned to
fuck and suck, but the violent excitement engendered by playing with
Meat's cock had made it entirely too exciting to be resisted. She opened
her eyes and looked lovingly at the dog. A deep surge of affection on
swept through her.
"Damn, Meat," she whispered, though to a human male snugged beside her
after a rousing, genuine fuck. "You really gave it to me good, even
though you didn't realise you did." She scratched his head, noting as
she did that his cock had returned within its sheath.
Meat's long tongue hung out and he was panting from the exertion of the
longest fuck in his bitch-fucking career, for usually the bitches he
sank his meat into took a shot or two then bucked him off. But this one
had gone on long enough to drain his balls dry, and for the first time,
Meat had had enough fucking satisfy him. But dogs come back for more
action faster than men do, which proved a good thing for darling Jan.
Jan reached for the dog's dong again, but Meat inched back away from her
grasp, for his cock was too tender to touch right then, and he sensed
rather than knew that the human female wanted to try and hand-fuck him
some more. He'd be game, but later. Let his cock cool off for a few
minutes, at least! He reacted just like a human male, in the clutches of
a horny fuckstress.
"All right, baby," Jan said tenderly "I understand. I couldn't really
take another screw right now myself. Let's go have something to eat."
She padded into the kitchen, her cute, buttocks swaying excitingly, had
there been someone there to see. She opened Meat a can of dog food and
was gratified to see him wolf it down in a gulp or two. She fixed
herself another sandwich and the day looked less gloomy as she ate,
staring out the window onto the street with deep concentration.
"I can tell," she said to no one in particular that this is going to be
one hell of a day if I have to call it quits here." She turned to look
at Meat, who was watching her with eager eyes. His ears perked up as she
spoke to him. "How about it, Meat? Want something else to eat?"
He seemed to answer in the affirmative, so she opened another can of dog
food and gave it to him. Again he gulped it down and looked up for more.
"Tough, Meat old meat," she said. "That's all the dog food there is,
until Mother goes to the store."
She turned around and walked into the living room, wondering now if a
dildo would help the rotten mood threatening to spoil her day. She
decided to try the newest in her mother's collection ... one she'd used
for the first time when Santa Cruz Shirley and Irish Deirdre had come
over for a three-way suck and fuck party last Friday. It was a
delightful little thing called a Porterfuck, a dildo with a pulsating
plastic ring that fitted around and massaged her clitty while at the
same time throwing plastic meat to her with a vengeance. It was a unique
dildo in a lot of ways, and Jan had really grooved on the feelings it
produced in her body while Irish Deirdre manipulated it for her.
Jan got the device from her mother's beside table, where the old woman's
entire collection of dildoes rested and stretched out on the couch in
order to go the route. She fitted the plastic ring around her clitty and
slipped the dildo proper up inside her cunt. Then, taking the tube that
operated the whole thing, she began squeezing the air bulb rhythmically,
and as she did, the cock inside her alternately grew larger then
smaller, and the plastic ring around her clitty squeezed and released.
The pleasure was almost more than she could stand, so when she felt that
her come was imminent, Jan stopped fucking herself for a moment.
It was then that she noticed that Meat sitting on the floor, watching
her intently, his ears erect.
And his cock was hard!
The thought of being watched by a dirty old man of a dog gave her an
added thrill, and Jan could no longer hold back on the fuck-business at
hand. She began squeezing the air bulb frantically, at the same time
rubbing her cunny with her free hand. She came again and again, never
letting up on the pressure with her hand or with the air bulb. Finally
the Big Come was there, and she squeezed her legs together tightly and
doubled up from the force of the sensations that filled her. Spasm after
spasm roiled through her as her climax sent wave after wave of weakening
delight from the pit of her stomach washing throughout her being.
"Oooh ..." she wailed. "God! Fuck! Fuck me, sweet Jesus, fuck the shit
out of me, and make me come like the Virgin Mary when she was fucked the
Holy Ghost!
With a cry she threw herself from the couch onto the floor, her come
within her like a thousand tormenting demons, driving her to greater and
yet greater levels of fuck-sensation. Finally she lay still, the spasms
of her come receding down the dreary and naked shingles of the world.
Meat growled a low, throaty growl and sank his head to the floor as she
slowly disentangled herself from the fuck instrument that had given her
such pleasure. She dropped the device to the floor beside the couch,
breathing heavily in her effort to recover from her second Big Come. It
had been a driving come, a fierce series of spasms that stole the very
essence of her being, sucking forth her soul so she could see where it
flies.
She drifted off to sleep momentarily, her exhaustion was so great. Then
she became aware of a sound she couldn't identify, and though she tried
to resist waking up, there was something so insistent about noise that
it demanded an explanation. She didn't want wake up because she really
was exhausted, and sleep was so pleasant. But she had to learn the
source of the sounds.
And when she opened her eyes, she was astounded!
Meat was eagerly licking her pussy juices from the dildo!
Jan watched, fascinated, for long moments before she even dared to move.
She didn't want to startle the dog or stop him from enjoying his feast.
Also, she was fascinated by the length of his cock, which seemed even
longer than it had been when she jacked him off. And she wanted cock.
She wanted cock now more than before, and she knew her day would
continue to be miserable if she didn't find a way to get some. Her body
craved the sliding sensation of cock within her pussy, with a body
attached to the other end to mash excitingly against her clitty on each
down-stroke.
In spite of her earlier resolution not to call the fancy-fucking Davis
or any other people at Ma Kidder's Bar and Infamous Sex Palace, she went
to the phone and dialed the number. Weird Stanley answered, told her
briefly that Davis, Robbie Lester, Tim Bessemer, Benny O'Boyle and the
broads who had fucked with her during the last couple of days had all
gone to Lake Berryessa for the weekend. He offered to come to see her
when he was through working, but since no one else was about, he had to
pull a double shift that day and so wouldn't be through until three a.m.
She couldn't wait that long to get fucked, and she wouldn't have waited
for Weird Stanley if he had been the only cock in town capable of
fucking her. It was too weird, he was too weird to satisfy her. His cock
was tiny, his come tasted weird and he smelled bad.
"Damn, Meat," she said, turning to the dog. "Nobody's around to take
care of this sweet ache between my legs. I want to get fucked, and it's
a hell of a note for a sweet thing like me not to be able to get cock in
my body."
She paused.
"Unless ..." she said speculatively.
She paused again.
"Unless you could be taught to use that gorgeous tongue of yours on me,"
she said. "I wonder if I can teach you how."
She sat on the couch and opened her knees. Calling the dog, she got him
to come to her, as he had many times before, and put his head in her
lap. But try as she would, she couldn't get him to lick her pussy.
Even when she forced his nose right into her cunt, the dog did nothing
but lay there motionless, as though his sole reason for being there was
to be petted. Her didn't respond to her pussy-odour, though he'd
certainly licked the juices she'd left on her mother's dildo, and he'd
licked them with gusto.
Then Jan got an idea, for she was an imaginative child when it came to
fucking.
"Hold on a second, Meat," she said, standing up and going into the
kitchen. "If you don't like the taste of my pussy, I know what you do
like. I'll give you a chance to lick it if you want, and we'll both
enjoy it."
She took a roast from the refrigerator, unwrapped it and soaked some of
the meat juice in a paper towel. Then, spreading her legs, she carefully
wiped the meat juice on the inner folds of her cunt. Meat watched her
with interest.
"Come on, sweet Meat," Jan said, returning to the living room. Once
again she sat on the couch and spread her legs. She put some more meat
juice on her pussy.
This time, Meat didn't need any urging. After an exploratory sniff or
two at her cunt, he lapped out with his tongue and raked her outer pussy
with its rough surface. It was exciting, but the dog's tongue missed the
best spots.
"Wait a minute Meat," she said. "Let me, help."
She reached down and carefully spread the outer lips of her pussy,
revealing to the dog the inner, moist folds, at the moment savoury with
odour of meat juice, she'd spread there. She loved her pussy, thought it
was beautiful, and now that she'd had a chance to compare it with
pussies like those of Irish Deirdre and Santa Cruz Shirley, she was sure
hers was the most beautiful.
Meat wasted no time in licking out and running his tongue up from the
very bottom of her cunt to the top, then starting again. He made
thrilling contact this time with her tight, hard clitoris, her meatus,
and the convoluted folds of her vagina.
The delicate, forbidden feeling that had coursed through her when she
had begun masturbating Meat earlier surged back with renewed force as
the dog began licking her pussy, and at once her pussy gushed forth
great quantities of love-liquid. But her juices descending didn't halt
the dog's eager licking, and for the moment Jan could forget that all he
was really interested in was licking away the meat taste in her cunt,
for the wild, forbidden thrills that were running through her were
almost too much to be resisted. She came, and fought to hold her
position so that the marvellous dog might continue to lick her sopping
snatch and make her come and come and come.
And she did!
Her comes piled one on top of the other, until at last the heavenly
child could not distinguish where one come ended and the next began. She
threw her head from side to side, she gripped the cushions with both
hands, she straightened her legs rigidly in front of her, but never,
never did she move her pussy from the spot where Meat was licking so
intently and producing in her such exquisite pleasure. She had a ball of
liquid fire in her belly, and every spasm that shot through her only
intensified it.
She knew she was being licked by a dog, and that idea alone was terribly
exciting, to say nothing of the fact that it was actually happening to
her. It was the greatest tongue job she'd ever had, for the raking
texture of his tongue did the most marvellous things to her teenage body
imaginable.
Another Big Come was on its way!
Just it hit her, Meat pulled back and cocked his head inquiringly to one
side. As he did, Jan twisted away and grabbed her pussy a frantic,
heedless effort to ease the fiery throbbing that surged up from the tiny
spot at the head of her clitoris and spread in weakening waves
throughout her body. It was by far the greatest, most soul-satisfying.
most extraordinary come in her young career of fucking, and the was
nothing at the moment that she gave a damn about except the feeling of
exquisite pleasure coursing through her firm, hot young body.
Then she collapsed, unable any more to do anything but lay helpless in
front of the horny dog, who's cock was once again long and hot. The was
hardly anything Jan could do to ease the dog's torment, though she dimly
perceived that Meat was an unusual dog, able to identify her passion
with his own and to react to it. His cock was hard with deference to her
licked-out passion, and she knew he needed something.
It was unkind, she knew, to excite a male, even a canine male, and not
offer him some kind of relief. Her mother had taught her never to be
cruel to men and dumb animals.
So weak as she was from the force of her recent series of orgasms, she
reached out and began stroking Meat's cock, softly, gently, but
sufficiently so that the horny boxer began hunching once again. As
before, the come began streaming from his cock almost at once, staining
the carpet, but this time his staying power was somewhat reduced and he
pulled back before Jan had jacked him off for long. He sat down on his
haunches and looked at her, for the moment resembling nothing quite so
much as the famous trademark dog listening to his master's voice--except
that Meat had his eye cocked on his mistress's cunt.
"God dog," Jan muttered weakly, looking at the pup with love in her
eyes, her heart, and her body. "You're learning to be a regular good
fucker."
The dog licked her hand in obvious gratitude, then curled up beside her
on the couch and promptly fell asleep. Jan did likewise, her hand cupped
over her pussy, not in a protecting manner, but in a way to suggest that
this was her most treasured possession ... the single thing she valued
above all else ... unless she valued cock more.
Chapter 2
When she awoke, the day most almost gone. Twilight had descended on the
was land, and the pale grey light filtering in the windows cast gloomy
shadows throughout the room. She looked for Meat, but the dog was
nowhere in sight.
"Just like most fuckers," she said, grinning with wisdom beyond her
thirteen years." They fuck, and when they wake up afterwards, they
split."
She clambered to her feet, went to the bathroom, then came out looking
for the dog.
No Meat.
"I'll bet the son of a bitch went outside looking for dog pussy," she
said, peering out of the living room window in search of her pet. She
saw Meat on the lawn, stretched out and fast asleep. He gone through a
panel in the door provided so he could get outside whenever he wanted.
She opened the door a crack and called him.
At the sound of his name, Meat ears stood up, but he didn't move.
She called again.
Meat rolled over and looked at her balefully, as though distinctly
annoyed at being awakened before he was ready.
"Come on, Meat," she called." Come to Momma."
She paused and grinned at a wicked thought.
"Shit," she said. "I hope I don't become a momma. Not with Meat as the
father of my puppies."
Meat bounded in the door, knocking it from her unsuspecting hands and
exposing her momentarily, in all her pristine nudity, to the gaze of a
husband and wife sitting on the lawn across the street.
"You know, Mabel," the man said, "that girl's going come to no good
end."
He put his hand in his lap so his wife couldn't see the sudden bulge his
cock presented ... the first hard on he had in over a month, and that
given him by the luscious young chick across the street.
He'd dreamed of her often enough, jerked off thinking about pouring the
meat to her, and now he'd seen her in the raw. True, it was just a
flash, but it was a flash complete with enough detail to tell him her
pussy was well-haired and her tits we thrusting and firm.
"You're right, Fred," Mabel replied." And it's no wonder, the way that
hussy of a mother sleeps around all the time."
And Mabel secretly wished she had guts enough to step out on Fred, to
feel, for change, a hand on her body that held some interest in her. But
she was too chicken open her legs to a strange man, and had long ago
given up the hope of getting a good come from her husband. For the last
ten years they'd fucked without her feeling anything in the encounter
... not even disgust, which dismayed her.
The couple sat and stared at the now closed door, their thoughts miles
apart but both centred on the same thing, really. Fucking.
When Meat entered the house, Jan closed the door quickly, though she
knew her neighbours had seen her standing there without anything on. She
didn't give a damn, for then was no trouble they could get her into. Not
just for calling her dog.
They couldn't know what she planned for Meat, once she got him into the
house and calmed down enough so she could put her plan into action. Her
mouth watered at the prospect of what was to come, and she could hardly
wait. She was determined to try everything she could with the horny dog,
as long as she could get his cock hard and the dog was interested in sex
with her.
But at the same time, she didn't want to hurry it. It was too important,
too good, too exciting, to rush. All the good things, she'd discovered
could be better if they were savoured, enjoyed a little bit at a time,
and not rushed through. So she was determined to extract from this
coming encounter every bit of pleasure she could ... and the
anticipation was at least as good as the act itself.
"Meat," she said in a sultry voice when she got the dog into the living
room. "I'm going to do something for you there's not a bitch in the
world who'd think of doing ... unless Santa Cruz Shirley might." She
knew it was unkind to think bad thoughts about Santa Cruz Shirley, for
her mother had taught her always to be charitable, but Santa Cruz
Shirley was such a cunt.
She petted the dog lovingly, and the horny beast anticipated more fun
and games, for he promptly rolled on his back and his large juicy cock
began to peek inquiringly from its sheath of skin.
"You son of a bitch," she laughed, rubbing his cock openly now. Gone was
all of the hesitation she'd felt before, although the thrill of doing
something forbidden was still there. She began jacking the dog's cock
again, rubbing up and down until she had it in full erection, and once
again the dog jumped to his feet and began humping the air as she
continued to hand-fuck him. "You're getting as much of a kick out of
this as I am."
Keeping her hand busy, in order not to distract him from his pleasure,
Jan slipped down in such a way that she was lying flat on her back.
Then she lifted one of Meat's hind legs and put it on the other side of
her chest, so that she was looking straight up at the huge cock she was
jacking off. The dog's thin sticky come was shooting forth in almost
continuous spurts, wetting first her face. then her tits as she slipped
farther under the animal.
"I may be a perverted bitch, Meat," she muttered, enjoying the feel of
the hot, sticky juice on her face and body. "But you've got a lovely
cock."
She continued to stroke, it for another several moments, enjoying the
feel of hot, sticky juice shooting all over her. Then she slowly raised
her head and, opening her mouth widely, engulfed the hot, slick shaft of
the dog's cock in her mouth.
Meat began humping frantically, and it all but gagged her to try and
keep up with him, but she managed to adjust the movement of her head to
the same rhythm of his humping, so that she didn't have to take too much
dog-peter in her mouth at one time. She wouldn't have minded if it
hadn't been so thick it wouldn't slide easily down her throat.
And the come!
It was magnificent!
It was better tasting than the fancy-fucking Davis'!
I was richer than three-balled Robbie Lester's!
It was more copious than Benny O'Boyle's!
And it was better than anything that Weird Stanley had to offer!
She sucked and sucked, swallowing rapidly in order to keep up with the
emission spurting constantly from her pet. Her body was so hot she was
coming just from the act she was performing. The juice was oozing from
her pussy and running down the cheeks of her ass, staining the carpet
beneath her. and she didn't even have a hand near her pussy. She became
frantic now for his cock, gripped it with both hands and sucked
furiously, forgetting everything but the hot stream of dog gism shooting
down her throat and filling her stomach, causing as it did comes to
burst within her body with the fury of incorporated pistols. Meat began
to whimper softly as she sucked and sucked, for his comes were beginning
to he painful to him, but he made no move to disengage her from his
cock.
And she sucked on, unwilling now that she had started to relinquish the
pleasure she was receiving from this act that was so forbidden that in
times past both human and animal would be put to death for committing
it. And if her mother caught for at it, she might very well be whipped
nearly to death. The spice only added to her pleasure, for she knew that
her mother couldn't possibly come home that night, for she was shacked
up with "Aunt Nina" in Saratoga or Redwood Estates, probably with some
well-hung young kid she'd talked into fucking her. Jan knew her mother
wouldn't return home until the cock she was fucking either departed or
was so absolutely worn out further efforts at fucking would be useless.
If Jan had known what her mother was doing at that particular moment,
she would instantly have revised her opinion of the old woman.
But Jan didn't really care about her mother right then, for she, was
still sucking the long, thick cock of her dog Meat, gripping it tightly
in both hands as she did so, and it was only when the dog collapsed
heavily atop her that she relinquished his cock and let it slide from
her lips, leaving a trail of gism down her chin and across her tits as
he rolled away, completely spent. Jan was completely spent also, her
body covered with a fine patina of sweat from the exertion of sucking
her dog off. Her body was sticky, too, from the vast quantities of gism
her dog had spurted over her, and she climbed slowly to her feet and
made her way the bathroom to shower. She was well satisfied at the
moment, having from had more than her share of glorious comes animal she
had seduced.
She ran the shower until the hot water began to flow, then she stepped
inside.
The sticky gism, mixed with her sweat, ran from her body as she soaped
the lovely, thirteen year old flesh and let the water stream from her,
carrying the fatigue and sex-juices down the drain. She closed her eyes
and let the water caress her, pretending she had a man holding her
tightly in her arms. Right then, she wanted more than anything else to
snuggle into the arms of a man and be held tightly, not to fuck, not to
do anything at all but rest and be reassured that everything was all
right. Fucking was pleasure, true, but as young as she was she knew that
fucking was not the end goal of life, that there was much more to it if
one had but the ability to find it. With her body completely satiated,
she could afford the philosophy that allowed for speculation beyond her
fuck-need.
It was completely dark in the house when she left the bathroom and made
her way back into the living room. She turned on the Television but left
the lights out, stretched out on the couch once again, and tried to
interest herself in the program flickering on the electronic screen.
Meat walked up and rested his head on her tummy. She scratched his ear.
"You're a good fucker, Meat," she said warmly, knowing he couldn't,
understand the words, but he could appreciate her tone of approval.
"You've got a great cock, and I'm going to get to know it better."
Meat wagged his stubby tail warmly as she continued to pet him, until
she fell asleep. The dog curled up next to the couch and in a short time
he, too, was asleep.
She was awakened by the early morning chill on her unblanketed body. The
television was whistling, and when she got up to get a blanket, Meat
opened his eyes and looked at her expectantly. She rubbed his head
gently, snapped off the TV and cuddled back down on the couch under a
blanket and returned to sleep. She was thoroughly exhausted still, and
the sight of the black night and darkened house didn't encourage her to
stay up.
Early the next morning, while the sky was still grey from the 'night and
morning low clouds and fog, so prevalent in the weather of the San Jose
area, she felt Meat's cold nose poke under the blanket and nuzzle
against her side.
"Don't, Meat," she said crossly, turning to try and escape the dog's
attentions. She knew he didn't need to go outside, for he could get the
through the door himself, and she was pretty sure he wasn't hungry, for
he ate only once a day and that in the evening. Sleepy as she for was,
she presumed he wanted company, she didn't see the long, pendant cock
hanging from below Meat's body, nor did she realise that her dog was
smart enough to have learned there was a good time to had with his young
mistress. And Meat had awakened with his energies renewed and his cock
hard. He wanted some more of the games they had played before, but Jan
was groggy with sleep and turned away.
Then Meat stuck his nose into the crack of ass, and that brought her
awake instantly.
"Meat, goddamn it!" she cried." Cut it out. I'm not in the mood yet this
morning."
But the dog was insistent, so Jan rolled over, and went into the
bathroom to brush her teeth. Meat was right behind her all the way, and
it was while in the bathroom that she noticed Meat's huge dong.
"Well," she said grinning "I guess I trained you for something special,
you darling animal. I'm going to have to teach you to be discreet when
Mother's around, or the old bitch'll try to take you away from me."
She reached down and stroked Meat's long cock, and at once the dog began
humping the air.
"You're not going to get all the pleasure this time," she said. "We're
going to a way to get some real action going between us."
She looked down at the dog speculatively, trying to envision a way to
get that gorgeous hunk of Meat's meat into her coosie. She didn't
particularly relish getting it dog-fashion, for she was afraid the dog's
forepaws would scratch her, but at the moment she didn't see any other
way to do it. She padded slowly back into the living room, with Meat
right behind her, trying to sniff her ass. He knew as well as she that
some kind of fun and games were coming, but neither knew exactly what.
Before starting any action, Jan checked to be sure her mother hadn't
come home unexpectedly during the night.
Finding herself still alone with her pup, Jan shrugged.
"If it's good enough for your doggie friends," she said "I guess it'll
have to be good enough for me."
She got down on her knees, resting her breasts on the couch. She
encouraged Meat to climb up behind her and place his paws on the couch
on each side of her body. Then reaching through her legs under her
belly, she tried to guide his huge fuck-sausage into her juicy snatch,
but though she could get the tip of it within the lips of her snatch,
she couldn't seem to get it lined up so they could fuck.
The feel of the moist prong excited her immensely, and she was
determined to get all in her cunt, but obviously trying to get the dog
to fuck her dog-fashion wasn't the answer.
Jan slid out from under the horny boxer. She stood, her hand on her
chin, trying to figure a way she and the dog could fuck. She got Meat
onto his back and tried to straddle him, guiding his cock into her body,
but the dog's dong wilted in the unaccustomed fuck-position.
"Meat," she said in exasperation, "you're going to have to help me."
The dog scrambled to his feet and his cock became hard again. He looked
up at her with eager anticipation in his eyes. Jan shook her head.
"I don't know, lover dog," she said. "I just don't see an easy way for
you to fuck me."
She flopped on the couch and stared across the room glumly. She'd made
up her mind to be fucked by her dog, and she was disappointed that she
hadn't been able to.
Meat put his forelegs on the couch on either side of her, his cock
slapping against her knees, and suddenly the way to get the job done
occurred to her.
"Meat, you're a marvelous dog," she cried happily jumping up and
hurrying into her bedroom. She grabbed a pillow from the bed and hurried
back to the living room couch. "Come on, lover dog. We're going to have
us a good screw."
She placed the pillow on the couch and called Meat to her once more. She
sat on the pillow and lay back in such a way that her hips were raised
and her pussy pointed at the room. Then she called Meat to the couch
once more, his feet again on either side of her, his cock now pointed
directly at her dripping snatch.
"Come on, lover dog," she whispered, reaching down and taking his cock
in her hand. "Let's see if we can't get our bodies together for a good
fuck-thing."
She rubbed the moist tip of Meat's meat up and down her slit, almost
going out of her mind every time it was going over her fuck hole, but
she didn't press the huge organ into her at once. She savoured the fiery
pleasure the forbidden thrill of fucking her dog brought her, as well as
the very real pleasure she always obtained when she had hot, hard meat
about to plunge within her accepting, thirteen-year-old snatch.
Meat took the whole about operation out of hands then, for he hunched
forward and drove his hard, bony cock deeply into her. She grunted with
surprise, for it was longer and harder than anything she'd experienced
before, except a broom handle she'd tried once. Meat hunched bunched,
driving, all eight inches into Jan me snatch at once, and though there
was a little pain at first, her marvellously resilient pussy soon
adjusted to accommodate his entire length, and she began to fuck back.
The only thing she missed, and which the dog could not give her, was the
rhythmic bumping of her clitty by the pubic bone of a man, for the dog
was built different. So she hunched down and gave her clitty a flick
with her finger while the dog hunched and bunched, resulting in a fiery
exciting fuck the dog slobbered in her ear, and his hot come began
spurting in her pussy filling it to overflowing, and on every
down-stroke sending the excess juice squirting out to soak their
fuck-hairs.
Jan's body responded with young ardour, and she came magnificently,
taking all the meat the dog had to offer, while Meat was intently
fucking away, enjoying his human partner better than he'd ever enjoyed a
bitch in heat. At least the this fuck partner didn't growl and try to
bite him after their fuck was over.
She nuzzled the dog, wanting to kiss blissful animal that was providing
her with such thills. Meat continued to fuck and fuck, and the gism
poured from the end of his cock in a never ending stream, giving sweet
Jan kind of fuck no man could ever provide. She came again and again,
her throbbing body merging finally with the dog's in a way that made
them really one, and when they finally fell apart, both totally
exhausted, she knew she was going to keep this dog with her forever and
fuck him as often as possible, for really he had become something
special to her.
She stroked the dog's head lovingly, curling her body around his as they
lay on the floor, recovering from the force of their magnificent screw.
She cupped her hand around Meat's balls lovingly, tenderly, prizing them
as the source of power that made her pet such a good fuck. She snuggled
against the dog for a while, then got to her feet. She had to clean
herself up, and she knew she had to do what, she could do to eliminate
the come stains from the carpet and the couch. Her mother was such a
bitch the old woman would be sure Jan had had a whole regiment of men in
to fuck her, and there was no way Jan could ever admit fucking a dog.
Jan was sure her mother would stop at dog-fucking, though the old woman
would fuck anything else. From the time she had been just a little girl,
Jan had been aware of the fact that her mother brought men home and
fucked them. She had breakfast with a whole host of "uncles" for years
but shed never been fooled, for she tried to stay awake at night and
listen, if she couldn't watch, her mother with her boy friends.
The first time Jan had seen any her kind of sexual activity at all she'd
watched her mother put a young college student on the couch, open the
fly of his pants and remove his cock, which she proceeded to suck. Jan
had been disgusted at first, watching her mother take a man's thing in
her mouth, but later, thinking about it, she realised her mother had
enjoyed it, the young man obviously though it was pretty good, so there
must not be anything wrong with it. It wasn't until she had
conversations with some more sophisticated girls at school that she
learned the significance of sucking a cock.
About the time she reached puberty, Jan discovered her mother's
collection of dildoes. The old woman had every size and shape of
artificial cock she could find to buy, from simple plastic penis
replicas to more sophisticated vibrators ... and the recently acquired
'Porterfuck' which provided vaginal and clitoral stimulation at the same
time.
Jan had her mother's dildoes to fuck herself with whenever she could do
so safely, which was of n enough because dear old Mother was shacked up
most nights. And one night while she'd been doing the Good Thing with
her favourite hair-brush handle, she'd become aware of the fact that
there was a man watching through her window. Not being the least bit
reluctant to put on a show for him, she'd really turned on ... until he
crawled through the window and taught her how to fuck. He'd been the
fancy-fucking bartender, Davis, from Ma Kidder's Bar and Infamous Sex
Palace, and he introduced her to an orgy at the bar after hours, and for
the last week or so her fucking education had expanded rapidly.
Now her day wasn't good until she come two or three times at least, and
she didn't know what she was going to do when school started again.
Finding time to get fucked or sucked was going to be more difficult when
she had to return to junior high school, for while there were more kids
there, they didn't know how to fuck as well as she did and the paper boy
she had with Irish Deirdre and Santa Cruz Shirley had shown her that
boys didn't fuck as well as men.
As she scrubbed on the come stains, Jan wondered if her mother was
getting well fucked as she and Meat had managed. Before she'd finished,
the telephone ran, and Jan grimaced
She knew it would be her mother, and Jan hoped the old woman would tell
her she wouldn't be home for yet another day. If true, Jan hoped cock
she'd home bring with the guy who had such a long-lasting cock with her.
Chapter 3
Sharon, Jan's mother, told her child she'd be home late that afternoon,
and Jan was glad. It was a long distance call, which told the darling
child she'd been wrong in presuming her mother and "Aunt Nina" had
shacked up in Saratoga or Redwood Estates. Jan shrugged and, dismissed
thoughts of her mother from her mind. She'd have other ways to occupy
her time, and she wouldn't have to worry about the old hitch walking in
on her unexpectedly.
Sharon, meanwhile was happy enough to hear Jan tell her she was all
right, for while she didn't really care for the responsibility of a
nubile teenager, she didn't want her neighbours criticising her for
neglecting her. But when the urge in the pit of her stomach became
intense (as it did almost daily), she could ignore her duty to the girl
and chase any cock with a man attached she could find.
She and her friend Nina had decided they needed fresh cocks to conquer,
so they'd left the San Jose area on a Friday night, not really knowing
where they were going, but sure that wherever they went they'd find cock
to satisfy the unquenchable lust that roiled through the bodies. They'd
convinced themselves they had to get away from the pressures of home and
relax, when actually they were both interested only in finding some new
cock.
They wound up in Fresno, where they checked into a ubiquitous Holiday
Inn, had a quick drink in the bar and found no cock to interest them
there, then headed downtown. Nina scored immediately a fact that didn't
make Sharon feel any too good--and hurried away with a man at least ten
years her junior, leaving Sharon sitting at the bar stating morosely at
her reflection.
Before she could really frame her bitter thoughts a face appeared in the
mirror next to hers.
"Hello, kitten," the man, said smoothly. "You look lonely."
She smiled broadly, because, he was even better looking than Nina's
new-found friend.
"I might be," she said.
"Who's asking?"
"Tom Crowell."
"And I'm Sharon," she said. "Some people call me Daisy Chain Sharon."
"Daisy Chain Sharon what?" he asked without blinking at her unusual
name.
"Just Daisy Chain Sharon."
Tom shrugged and sat down next to her. Drinks were produced, and before
they were finished, the assignation was completed. They were to go to
his hotel room, not far distant, for "another drink." Neither knew
exactly what kind of fucking would take place there, but both were sure,
they would be well fucked. And Sharon was glad, for her body by this
time was craving cock, demanding that she do something to ease the
torment that roiled deep within her body.
Sharon wasn't as drunk she usually was when she went cock hunting, for
she wanted to savouring these stolen moments--moments when she didn't
have to feel guilty about not being a woman, about not taking proper
care of Jan. Somehow, fucking some guy she'd picked up didn't seem so
bad when she, did it out of town. That's why she, travelled a lot.
When they arrived at his hotel, though, Daisy Chain Sharon knew this
would not be a normal quickie, the kind she'd had so many times in the
past. First of all, Tom bolted the door and affixed a small, highly
secure lock to the door, so that no one could get in, nor could she get
out.
"Now, my dear," he said, his voice suddenly oily as he looked at his
fingertips, "just what did you want when you agreed to come up here?"
"I ... I ..." Daisy Chain Sharon stammered, taken aback by his
directness. Most men were as ashamed of fucking as she was and couldn't
talk about it openly. "I thought we could come have some drinks and some
laughs ... and ..."
"And we could fuck, isn't that right?" Tom asked, cocking his head to
one side. She felt uncomfortable under his gaze, her face hot from
embarrassment.
She nodded finally.
"Right," he continued, his voice smooth and cold. "You want to fuck, and
for some reason I can't fathom, you want to fuck me. Right?"
Again she nodded, her eyes downcast refusing to look at him. Somehow he
made her feel dirty, humiliated.
"Well, if you want to fuck me," he said, "you've got to fuck a friend of
mine first."
"What?"
She snapped her head upward to look at him indignation filled her voice.
"I mean it," he said evenly. "I brought you here because a friend of
mine suffers from certain complications when it comes to getting a broad
to screw him."
"What kind of complications?" she asked fearfully. She'd made contact
with some real weirdos in her fucking career, and she was afraid she had
not one but two on her hands right now. "Is he a paraplegic? or
something?"
Tom grinned, but there was no warmth in his expression.
"He's not a paraplegic," he said. No, there's nothing wrong with him,
except that a lot women simply don't dig his screwing."
"Why can't he get his own women?"
"Because the only females who'll let him at them willingly are real
bitches, and he wants something better than that.
She was flattered at the back-handed compliment, and touched her hair
self-consciously. She was vain enough to believe Tom had selected her
carefully because she exuded such a vibrant sexuality.
"That something, I guess," she said. "Where ... where is he?"
"In the next room," he looked at her closely.
"As long as he wants to fuck in the normal way, that's all right with
me. I don't go for any of that way out shit."
"He doesn't either. All he wants to do is stick his prick into your
pussy and fuck until he comes."
"If that's all he wants, lead me to him," Daisy Chain Sharon said
suddenly decided that there wasn't a cock in the world she couldn't
bring to a come through her educated cunt muscles.
"First I have to prepare you," Tom said.
"How?" she demanded, suddenly suspicious again. "I'm as ready to fuck as
I've ever been in my life."
"I have to undress you, first of all," he explained. "And then I have to
anoint you."
"Anoint me?"
"Yes. You won't find it unpleasant. And without it, he won't approach
you without a great deal of coaxing. I'm not sure he'd even want to fuck
without my special preparation of you."
"I thought he wanted to fuck," she said.
"He does, but only when the circumstances exactly right for him."
Weirdo sort of cat you hang out with," she said, slipping out of her
blouse, and turning around so he could unfasten her bra. Then she opened
her skirt and dropped it in a fiery puddle, around her ankles. He hooked
a thumb in the band of her panties and pulled them off, revealing her
flat stomach and the finely curled thatch of lovely pussy hair. He stood
back and surveyed her critically, but not too critically, for there was
a bulge in his crotch that grew large and longer as he looked at her
smooth, fantastically lovely body.
The bizarre aspects of the situation were beginning to get to her, and
her pussy was sopping wet. She knew her clitty was hard and erect,
aching for a come, as she reached over and rubbed his bulging cock
suggestively.
He shook his head as he removed her hand.
"Not until after he's through with you," Tom said. "He wouldn't have
anything to do with you if I fucked you first. And I prefer it that way,
too."
"And you always give in to him?" she asked.
"I enjoy it," he said. "Watching and helping. I enjoy helping him get
fucked almost as much as I enjoy fucking afterward."
"Oh." She felt a chill run through her fiery body. She'd been queen bee
at a lot of three ways, but never one that started with such bizarre
conditions as this one. "I didn't know you were going to be in there
with us."
"Of course I am, my dear," Tom said coldly. "He can't fuck unless I'm
there. At least he couldn't fuck you without my help."
"I didn't know," she said blankly. "But all right. I'll fuck him if you
promise I can have some of that nice cock you've got after he gets
through."
He nodded in agreement.
"He enjoys watching me most as much as I enjoy watching him," Tom said.
"At least, I think he does."
"Doesn't he tell you?"
Tom shook his head.
"No," he said. "He communicates in a lot of ways, but he never talks."
She frowned and looked at him suspiciously. She envisioned fucking a
deaf mute, for only a deaf mutt, wouldn't talk to his friend. And
certainly a lot of women would be reluctant fuck a deaf mute, since he
couldn't proposition them without using somewhat coarse gestures. She
decided it might be a blast, a new experience.
"You better show me this friend of yours," she said, walking toward the
bedroom door.
"Not until I've anointed you," he said. "Come here."
She hesitated for a moment, then walked to him. He indicated that she
should put one foot on the seat of a straight chair he'd taken from
against the wall, exposing her ass and pussy in a humiliating manner.
When she was in position, she felt particularly vulnerable, for her
pussy lips were spread so much she could feel cool air against the moist
flesh.
"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded as he took a finger-full of
strangely-scented lubricant and rubbed it around within the lips of her
pussy. His touch almost brought her off but he stopped before she could
come. "What's that smell?"
"I told you I had to anoint you," he said matter-of-factly. "What did
you think I meant?"
"But what at smell? It's not unpleasant, but I can't place it."
"You'll know what it is later," he said. "Now it's time for you to go in
and meet my 'friend', as you call him.
Couldn't we have a quick fuck?" she asked. "I'm burning up."
"I've explained to you about that," he said patiently. "You're to fuck
my friend first, and then me. You'll enjoy it more that way, you'll
see."
"Well, then, take me to him," she said. "This whole thing has gotten me
so hot I can't wait to get fucked. And it better be a good one."
"It will be," Tom said grimly. "Let's go."
He took her to the bedroom door, paused for a moment before opening it,
then pushed her inside ahead of him.
"What the hell!" Daisy Chain Sharon exclaimed, startled when she looked
inside the room.
The room was empty!
Empty, that is, except for a boxer dog that looked almost like the
identical twin to her daughter Jan's dog. the boxer was panting eagerly
and lasciviously. His dong was moist, red, and at least a foot long. It
dangled red and lewdly below his belly, already hard and ready to fuck,
as though the dog knew what his master was doing.
"My God!" she cried. "You don't expect me to fuck that do you?"
Tom locked the door and nodded.
"Yes, Daisy Chain Sharon, my cunt, you're going to fuck Richey the
Fourth, as royal a fucking dog as exists in Christendom."
"Fuck a dog? Me ... fuck a dog?"
The enormity of it confounded her. She'd always thought of herself as
hip, as willing and able to take on anything and everything in the sex
line--everything except sucking a dirty cock and that was just a
hang-up, as everybody knew. Oh, she'd heard of fucking dogs, sort of,
when a girl friend described it in a movie she'd seen at a stag party
where the girl friend had been the girl in the cake, and the door prize
on a greasy mattress in a broom closet afterward. But actually to come
face to face with it--it was almost as bad to her way of thinking as
fucking a nigger. They both had big cocks, niggers and this dog and she
adored a big cock more than anything else, especially when it was going
to slide in her pussy and make her come.
But fucking a dog!
She looked at the dog's cock and felt an answering twitch deep in her
pussy. Her mouth was suddenly dry and she knew she'd try to fuck he dog,
and that if she did get that enormous cock in her pussy it would be the
grandest, wildest, most fantastic fuck ever. And she knew that once he
started he'd never stop fucking her until he was completely spent.
Suddenly she knew what the odour was in the cream Tom had used on her.
She smelled like a bitch in heat! No wonder the dog had a hard on. Her
pussy creamed a little just from the thought of it.
"All right," she said harshly, her mind reeling. What do I do so he can
fuck me."
"Well," Tom said, trying to keep his voice matter-of-fact but hardly
able to, "you can take him two ways. One is conventional 'dog-fashion'
with Richey who is my closest friend, incidentally, mounted over you as
if you truly were a bitch in heat. The other way is for you to lay on
your back on the edge if the bed, let him put his paws on either side of
you, and I will guide his cock into your cunt."
"Which way is best?" she asked.
"Some like it one way, some like it another," he answered. "But I would
suggest you laying on your back. It's more natural that way."
She nodded and lay as he directed, her legs hanging off the bed, her
cunt exposed right at the edge of the mattress.
"He won't hurt me, will he?" she asked when
Tom grinned evilly.
"No, my dear. He probably won't even want to kiss you."
"Funny," she said, most wishing she'd found a more convention screw
instead of this weird one. "You're really funny."
"Just a little joke of mine," he said. He released the dog from the
radiator where he had been fastened. "Sorry if you don't find it
amusing."
Without further conversation, Tom guided the dog into position, and
Daisy Chain Sharon could tell at once that it was well-trained, that it
had often gone the route this way, for it knew at once what to do. In a
moment Richey the Fourth was mounted above her, his juicy cock slapping
lasciviously against her thighs before Tom could grasp it and guide it
into her dripping pussy.
Then he was rubbing it up and down the greasy slit, and each time the
dog's hot meat touched her clitty she twisted wildly, trying prolong the
sensation until she could achieve a come. Craig? Tom continued rubbing
the dog's cock against her for a few moments longer, then he aligned it
with Daisy Chain Sharon's cunt-hole and urged the dog forward. With a
lunge Richey the Fourth plunged home and began fucking frantically, the
motion so fast as to become a blur as his huge cock slid in and out of
her.
Because a dog fucks differently than a man, she found it desperately
exciting as she felt his cock in her. It was huge, straining her cunt
membranes to the extreme, and it burned her as he stroked her with
abandon. His come was thin and watery compared to a man's, but it
scalded her insides as it seemed to shoot without end. The dog kept
fucking, even though he was coming in her cunt, and she thought he would
never stop. She was on fire, coming again as the dog kept fucking, until
finally Tom pulled him off and fastened him to the radiator again.
"God," she muttered when the dog was gone and Tom stood over her.
"That's the greatest fuck I've ever had."
He nodded and she noticed for the first time that Tom was nude, a huge
hard-on jutting upward from the base of his belly.
"Most women say that," he said, "if they're courageous enough to take
him in the first place."
"It's a little frightening," she said. "Looking at his cock the first
time. I was afraid I wouldn't able to take it all in without him hurting
me."
"Looking at it isn't as great as taking it," Tom said. "I'm glad you
could take him like you did. You really got turned on, and of course
that makes it particularly exciting for me."
"I like fucking," she said truthfully, working her way back onto the bed
to ease the strain on her legs. "I like any kind of fucking ... but I've
never fucked a dog until now."
"Are you ready for another fuck?" he asked. "From me this time and not
my dog."
"I guess so," she said. "I've never felt quite like this before. Like
I've just been fucked by an army."
"I can't compete with him as far as cock-size is concerned," Tom said.
"So I try to make up for it with technique."
She smiled and put her arms out to him.
"Come show me that technique of yours," she said. "Then I'll tell you if
you're as good as your dog."
He fell across her and driving his cock into her pussy all at once. It
was so wet and slack from the fucking the dog had given her, it offered
no resistance to his lunging organ, but when he began fucking her she
responded as she always did when she had a hot cock in her pussy. She
thrust against him in rhythm to his stroking, bringing herself higher
and higher toward a peak of passion from which she'd spill over into the
valley of the shadow of come. Just before she made it, though, he
stopped fucking her and raised himself up on both arms.
"Don't stop!" she cried. "I was just getting ready to come!"
"I know," he answered. "Now just lay there and do what I tell you."
"Like what?"
"Fuck back when I fuck you, stop when I stop."
"If you say so," she said, though she didn't really agree with him. "But
you're as weird a fuck as your dog."
He started to fuck again, reaching between their bodies to finger her
clit as he stroked her with his prick. Only seconds later she was
almost, at the point of coming again, and again he stopped fucking her.
"What now?" she asked, desperately thrusting her body upward in an
effort to rub her clit against his pubic bone enough to bring herself
off. But she was unsuccessful, for he withdrew just enough to keep her
from bringing her body to a raging, throbbing climax.
"Just relax and take it like I'm offering it," he said softly. "And when
I let you come, you'll think the whole fucking sky is falling in on
you."
"I don't know what you're trying to do," she said crossly. "But I'll be
damned if I've ever been fucked this way in my life before."
"And probably never again," he said. "I don't expect ever to be in
Fresno again."
"Neither do I," she said, but further conversation was stopped when he
started fucking her again. His cock seemed to swell to incredible
proportions as it filled her cunt on the down stroke, and she thrust
upward eagerly when he withdrew. She felt as if she were going to
explode, so great was her need for a good come, and she was on the brink
once more when he stopped fucking again.
"No!" she wailed. "Not again. Make me come, baby! Please make me come!"
But he remained motionless, refusing her that final moment of
gratification. She twisted and writhed beneath him, trying for that last
desperate rub that would bring her off, but still she could not manage
it. Tears sprang to her eyes from her desperate desire.
"Please, Tom, please! For God's sake, do me! Fuck me! Make me come! Let
me come!"
He started fucking her deeply then, without abuse or hesitation. It took
her only a moment to throb through her long-delayed climax, and she came
and came and came. Her body seemed to be spasming through her climax
endlessly, never stopping, never quitting as he continued to plunge his
cock in and out of her body. Then finally his come came, spurting his
white cream all the way into her body until it splashed against the back
wall of her pussy, laving her cunt and mixing with the dog's come and
her pussy juice to run out of her cunt and down the crack of her ass to
drop with a liquid plop on the bed beneath her.
"I'm coming," she wailed as her body continued spasming through come
after come, and his prick seemed to be spurting endless amounts of semen
into her. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
And she did!
She came until she finally collapsed, unconscious, beneath him.
He pulled his now-flaccid cock from her pussy, wiped it on the
bedspread, then dressed. She was just coming to when he finished.
"What ... what happened?" she asked, blinking confusedly as she sat up.
"You came, that's all," Tom said softly. "I brought you to come using a
special technique of mine, did you enjoyed it."
"All I did was come?" she cried. "If that's all that happened, then I
want to come that way all the time."
"Sorry darling," Tom said. "But I can't stick around to give you that
kind of fucking."
"You were right when you said you had technique," she said admiringly,
rubbing her stomach sensuously. "I've been around a lot, but I've never
been fucked like you just did."
He grinned appreciatively.
"I'll see you," he said. "I'm just ready to leave town."
"Don't be," Sharon pleaded. "My girl friend and I came to town just for
the weekend. We'd love to have you and dog Richey spend it with us. And
in us," she grinned.
"I plan to be in Phoenix on Monday," he said. "There's a guy there I'm
supposed to see."
"So see him a couple of days later," Daisy Chain Sharon said. "My girl
friend would love your dog, and I can't get enough of you and that
magnificent cock."
"Get dressed then," he said. "If Richey likes your girl friend, he may
want stay and fuck her."
They went to the Holiday Inn and waited for Nina to show up. While they
waited, Tom fucked her again. This time he used a different technique
that sent her into raptures. Then they collapsed on the bed and fell
asleep. When they awoke the next morning, they found Nina and a stranger
in the bed. Since no one had any clothes on, they became intimate
friends soon, and before the morning drinks had come up by room service
they had fucked twice. Tom fucked Daisy Chain Sharon first and then Nina
with Nina's friend swapping off as well. He left shortly after, another
anonymous cock Nina hung from her trophy belt.
The two women were left one with Tom he and Sharon exchanged meaningful
glances.
"And how can we both fuck the same man?" Nina said petulantly. "He's
only got one cock."
"We'll have to go to his hotel to get you a cock," Sharon said. "I was
there last night, and believe me, it's worth it."
Nina looked at her strangely.
"I don't understand," she said.
"You will when we get there," Sharon said.
"Now get some clothes on so we can go."
"You mean he's got a buddy at his hotel?" Nina inquired.
"I don't mean anything at all except get your clothes on," Sharon said,
suppressing a grin. Tom was dressing. "If you don't hurry up, Tom and I
will leave without you."
Shrugging, Nina quickly dressed, and by the time she had her hair combed
and her make-up on, all were ready to go. They drove quickly the short
distance from the Holiday Inn to Tom's hotel in the downtown section.
They led Nina to his room, maintaining an air of mystery about what was
awaiting her there.
Inside the room, they had her sit in the outer room, then Tom brought
Richey the Fourth in.
"God, you don't mean it!" Nina cried, and in order not to keep her in
the dark any longer than necessary, they proceeded to show her how
Richey the Fourth and Sharon could fuck. After stripping and allowing
Tom to anoint her pussy with the special, scented cream, she took her
position on the edge of the bed. This time Sharon chose to take the
dog's cock dog-fashion and while the gigantic cock was sliding in and
out of her pussy, Tom crawled beneath her body and licked her clit,
sending her once more into a frantic, exhilarating come. Nina, watching
from the other bed, started masturbating, then, inspired, leaped across
the narrow space between the two beds and began sucking Tom's cock.
They all came within moments of each other, to dog shooting into
Sharon's cunt at the same time that she came from the multiple
stimulation of the dog's cock and Tom's tongue. Tom came because Nina
was an expert cock-sucker drinking down his gism as fast as he could
shoot it. Nina came because come in her mouth always made her come,
especially since she'd been frigging herself right along.
When it was over, they giggled at the ridiculous picture they made, had
a drink, and started all over again. They fucked the whole weekend
without ever leaving the room. The dog seemed able to fuck endlessly,
never failing to respond when they needed him. Once or twice they had to
coax him by masturbating him into erection but otherwise he was always
ready. Tom's tongue was ready when his cock wasn't, but even that
remarkable organ seemed never to stop producing hard-ons followed by
spurting come.
Later, Saturday night Nina, drunk out of her gourd, crawled over to the
dog, resting in the aftermath of spent passion, and began fondling his
cock. When it slipped from its sheath, red and moist, dripping pre-fuck
fluid already, she closed her mouth around it and sucked eagerly, her
cheeks caving in from the force of the suction she was applying. She
took the dog's come down her throat as eagerly as she took Tom's or my
man's. Sharon was sickened by the display and turned to the wall,
fighting to keep her stomach under control, but Tom urged Nina on by
slipping up behind her and inserting his cock into her pussy from the
rear.
Nina continued suck until the dog's balls were absolutely drained, and
Tom fucked her dog-fashion for many long strokes until he finally shot
his wad deep into her slack, dripping pussy. Then they collapsed both
oblivious of the fact that Sharon was highly upset at seeing her
girlfriend suck a dog's cock.
The weekend came to an end early, with Phoenix and the girls heading
back for the boredom of San Jose, and the too-common cocks they knew
there.
Chapter 4
Late Monday evening, Daisy Chain Sharon arrived home. The house was dark
and there was no sign of Jan.
"Christ, where's that kid gone now?" she said to herself, snapping on a
light. She held the front door open as Meat, the boxer, went outside.
The sight of a boxer, after her wild fucking experience with the boxer
named Richey the Fourth over the weekend caused her to smile with the
fondness of the memories the dog generated. She'd fucked a lot of cock
in her life, which had earned her the sobriquet 'Daisy Chain'--since she
often was mistress of ceremonies at group sex parties--but she'd never
managed the kind of thrill she'd gotten when she'd felt dog cock in her
snatch.
Idly she wondered if Meat could be taught to fuck without use of the
special cream Tom had used.
For the moment she dismissed the idea, for it was one of the few times
in her life Sharon had had enough fucking. The driving torment of lust
that filled her so much of the time was assuaged, so she showered and
went to bed. After her initial discovery that darling, fan wasn't home,
she didn't give the girl another thought. Jan, meanwhile, anticipating
her mother's return home, had made it a point to split. She didn't have
any place to go, for she couldn't to Ma Kidder's until after the legal
closing hour of two a.m., though she knew she'd be welcomed by the fine
fuckers who orgied almost every night there. Meanwhile, though, Jan
walked through the dark streets of the village of Los Patos, a suburb of
San Jose, wishing to hell she weren't alone.
Then, at a traffic light on Blossom Hill Road, she saw the fancy-fucking
Davis waiting for the light to change. Without giving it a second
thought, she turned across the street, opened the door and climbed in
beside him.
"Hello, little chick," fancy-fucking Davis said, mashing the accelerator
and shooting his little car down the street. "What brings you out at
when this time of night?"
"My mother came home," Jan replied, settling herself in the bucket seat
of the little Fiat.
"And after she's been shacked up all weekend, she's always in a rotten
mood when she gets home."
"That too bad," Davis said, negotiating the driveway that put him in
front of Ma Kidder's Bar. "Where were you going?"
"I don't have any place to go," the teenager said. "I was just wandering
around. I thought maybe later I'd come to the bar, if there's going, to
be a party later."
"There's always a party," Davis said. "That why this place is called an
Infamous Sex Palace by the cognoscenti."
"What's that mean?" she said, not recognising the big word, and her
mother had taught her to be an inquisitive child.
"It means somebody on the inside," Davis explained.
"Then I'm one of the cogn ... what you said," she replied, grinning. "It
means I'm an insider."
"You bet you are, little chick," fancy-fucking Davis said. "But it's
only ten thirty, so you've got a long time before then. What are you
going to do until two?"
She looked at him speculatively for a long moment, weighing the
possibilities in her mind. Then she reached across the console of the
tiny sports car and rubbed his crotch.
"I could do some fancy things with that," she said huskily. "If we could
go some place and be alone."
Davis grinned and cupped one of her tits in his hand.
"I hoped you'd say that," he said. "I'm supposed to go in and relieve
Weird Stanley, but he can work until you and I have finished with our
fun and games."
"He can work forever, as far as I'm concerned," darling Jan said. "I
don't give a shit if I never see that creep again."
"Weird's not so bad," Davis said defensively. "Outside of the fact that
he's one of the world's incompetents, he's an alcoholic, and he's got a
tiny cock!"
"His come tastes funny, too," Jan added.
"I wouldn't know about that," Davis said. "I'll do a lot of things when
it comes to fucking, but sucking cock isn't one of them."
Jan nodded, trying to understand why he felt that way, for her mother
had always taught her to try and understand the people she was friends
with.
"I don't mind sucking pussy," she said finally. "And I like sucking
cock, too. Everybody's but Weird Stanley's."
"It's all a matter of taste, I guess," Davis said, spinning the little
car around on the parking lot and shooting off the driveway into the
street. He wheeled it quickly down Blossom Hill Road to the freeway, and
in moments was headed for the Santa Cruz Mountains.
"Where are we going?" Jan asked as they passed through the downtown part
of Los Patos and started the climb up the hill that would lead, if they
went far enough, to the seaside resort of Santa Cruz.
"To Curly's cabin," he said, jamming the accelerator to the floor,
rocketing the little car ahead rapidly.
"Who's Curly, and where's his cabin?" Jan asked.
"Curly's is a bald-headed customer of mine," Davis explained. "He's got
a cabin on top of the hill in Aldercroft, and he gave me a key for it."
"And we're going there so we can fuck?" Jan asked hopefully.
"Of course, chick, of course. I've got a hard on down to my knees just
thinking about that tight little pussy of yours."
"Is it good to have a tight pussy?" Jan asked ingenuously, rubbing her
hand over the fancy-fucking cock in Davis' pants. She noted his
exaggeration, but her mother had always taught her not to contradict
adults, so she remained silent. To herself though, she said that his
cock didn't come anywhere near his knees.
"The best, chick, the best," Davis said. "Wives get slack-cunted after
they've had a kid or two, and fucking them is like fishing with a string
in a bucket. A guy's damned lucky to hit the side every once in a
while."
She slowed, made a left turn across the highway, and plunged the little
car down a narrow but paved road that headed toward the white bridge at
the head of the reservoir. Across the bridge, they started climbing
again, and in a few moments pulled to a stop in front of a secluded
cabin surrounded by a dense grove of redwood trees. When Davis switched
off the motor, the only sounds to be heard were the snapping and popping
of the cooling engine.
"This is nice," she said, stretching as he helped her out. "It's so nice
and quiet."
"It's also hard to find," Davis said. "That's why Curly likes it so
much."
"Is he a crook?" she asked innocently.
"Only if you're the older brother of the chicks he fucks," Davis said,
guiding her in the darkness toward the stairs. "I likes quail better
than anything else."
"Quail?" she queried.
"San Quentin quail," Davis said, opening the door to the cabin. "You're
one, in case you didn't know?"
"What's a San Quentin quail? she asked.
"It's a chick that a dirty old man like me fucks," he said, snapping on
a light. "I could go to jail for a long time for dragging my dirty old
dong through your sweet little snatch."
"That's not fair," Jan said. "Not if I want you to fuck me."
"It's the law, just the same," Davis said taking her in his arms and
kissing her passionately. "But I'm not going to worry about it. There's
no fuzz here."
"I'm glad," she whispered, blowing in his ear and rubbing her hips
sharply against the tight outline of his hard cock. "I'd hate to have to
fuck a policeman."
"I'd hate to get fucked by a cop," Davis said, his mind clouding with
the passion this little hick always produced in him. He clawed at her
clothing, eager now to get her nude so they could start their fucking.
"I want to fuck you."
"Easy," Jan said. "Don't tear my clothes. My mother would ask a lot of
questions if I came in with torn clothes."
"She's going to ask where you were, in any case, isn't she?" Davis
asked, controlling his eagerness and unbuttoning her blouse so she could
shuck it off. Then he released her bra so that her firm, large tits
tumbled into view.
"No," Jan said, helping him undress her as best she could. "She doesn't
give a damn about me any more. She used to teach me lots of things when
I was a kid, but now all she says me is not to let boys play with my
body."
"Do you?
"Nope," Jan said, giggling as she stepped out of her skirt, taking her
panties with it. She was wearing now only bobby sox and saddle Oxfords.
"I prefer men instead."
He led her to a thick, large carpet in front of the stone fireplace that
dominated the far corner of the room. She settled herself into the most
provocative pose she could think of while he busied himself making a
fire. It wasn't cold, but the room had a chill to it, after having been
unheated for who knew how many days.
When it was blazing nicely, Davis snapped out the light he'd turned on
early, quickly shed his clothes and joined her on the carpet.
"Is this where Curly fucks his young chicks?" Jan asked as he slipped a
hand between her legs and insinuated a finger within the large lips of
her cunt.
"I would imagine so," Davis said. "I wouldn't really know. You're the
first young chick I've ever fucked."
She rolled on her side to face him, her nipples grazing the half flesh
of his chest.
"Am I as good as women?" she asked. "The women you've fucked, I mean."
He pretended to be considering the question seriously.
"Well ..." he said slowly, and then he grinned. "You're the greatest,
little chick, I've never known anybody who could fuck as good as you.
"Then why," she said impishly, "are we talking so much and not fucking?"
He had no good answer for that, so as she spread her legs to make it
easier for him to get to her cunt, he sucked a nipple deep into his lips
and tongued it avidly. It rose to meet his ministrations rapidly,
spelling out the fiery passion that boiled within her belly, and as he
fingered her clitty simultaneously her come was almost upon her at once.
She grasped his hard cock and began stroking it up and down, up and
down, for even though it hardly reached half-way to his knees, it was
more than adequate to provide her with the kind of fuck-pleasure she
craved the most.
Knowing she about to come, and not wanting simply to be finger-fucked,
darling Jan rolled atop the fancy-fucking bartender, straddled his cock
and deftly slipped it inside her cunt.
"Fuck me, Davis, fuck me!" she cried, beginning to ride up and down his
long shaft of fuck-meat. "Fuck me until I come, and then shoot me full
of your cream! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
She put her hands flat on his chest and rotated her hips around and
around, at the same time up and down, so that the sensations produced on
his cock by her tight pussy were sensational. He was hot, he was horny,
he was almost ready to come.
When she tightened down on her cunt muscles, increasing the friction on
his cock, he exploded. Gout after gout of pungent sperm shot from the
end of his cock into her juicy, young cunt ... and she continued fucking
ravenously, for though she was close, she hadn't managed to make the
grade as yet. When the last spasm of his come had shuddered through him,
and she felt his cock begin to retreat, she was still unsatisfied.
But Jan was an inventive, child when it came to sex, and though she'd
never yet failed to come when she was being fucked by a man, she knew
instinctively what to do. She kept her cunt muscles tight so that his
softening prick remained trapped within her, and then she reached down
and began massaging her tight, hard clit with the pad of her middle
finger. She rolled the tiny nubbin around and around, mashing it firmly
against her pubic bone at the same time, until at last her come washed
over her with the force of a tidal wave.
She cried aloud as the first charged spasm hit her, collapsing atop the
randy-fucking Davis as she did so. She kept his cock within her while
her cunt spasmed and throbbed, so that she could feel she had something
inside her while she was coming. The electric sensations seemed endless
as she came and came, and just as they were subsiding Davis aroused them
for a second time by suddenly thrusting his finger into her ass.
Long, weakening moments later her come was over, and as Davis gently
removed his impudent digit from her ass she raised up and looked at him.
"Oh wow!" she said, not fully in control of her breathing yet. "That was
great! I didn't have any idea finger-fucking could be that good."
"There's not any kind of sex that can't be good," the fancy-fucking
Davis said. "It depends on how it's done, and how you think about it."
"Really?" Jan said, rolling off his firm, masculine body. His cock
slipped from her pussy with a liquid plop, trailing a filament of gism
down the inner part of her thigh. "I always thought jacking off was
something you did because there wasn't anything better to do."
She thought briefly of her fiery fucking the previous day with Meat, but
decided not to mention it to Davis. Even though he was known for his
fancy-fucking techniques, she wasn't sure he would be able to cope with
fucking a pussy that had had doggy cock in it.
"Jacking off can give you just a good a come as cock," Davis said. "And
some of the things you can do can be even better than a simple screw."
Jan was an apt pupil, for her mother had taught her to learn as much as
she possibly could, so she asked a lot of questions about jacking off
while they both rested after their first, frantic fuck. She'd fucked
with Davis enough to know that he wasn't a one-time Charlie, but that he
needed to rest a few minutes between comes. So while he was renewing his
fuck-strength, she questioned him closely about some of the ways a chick
could jack off that he knew about.
Finally Davis got to his feet, saying, "Chick, you're so interested, I'm
going to see if I can find a thing Curly showed me he used on his chicks
up here. If I find it, and you groove on it, you'll get the damnedest
thrill of your young life."
"What is it?" she asked eagerly, her cunt dripping with renewed lust,
for at her age it took her only moments to be ready for another and yet
another come.
"I show it to you," he said. He left her alone in front of the fire
while he searched for the object.
Jan sat up and stared into the flames, thinking back on the last couple
of weeks ... since she'd started fucking for real. It was incredible,
she thought, that she'd been doing nothing more than finger-fucking
herself or using her mother's dildoes for over a year, without really
knowing how good fucking could be.
Davis returned, carrying a thin tube of tan plastic.
"That it?" she asked, wondering how such a thin tube could possibly
provide her with any kind of fuck-pleasure. She'd had enough experience
with her mother's dildoes and some cocks to know there was a minimum
size for anything in her pussy to satisfy her. "How can I fuck that?"
"Well," Davis said, "you don't exactly fuck it. It's called a catheter,
and you can get some really great pleasure out of it, if you use it to
jack off with!"
"You're going have to show me how," she said. "I could put a couple of
yards of that in my snatch and not even know it was there." Davis smiled
enigmatically.
"You don't put it in your snatch," he said. "And if you're game, I show
you how it's used. If you'll shut up and lay back down on the carpet."
Jan, ever eager to learn new ways to fuck, looked at him for a moment,
then shrugged.
"What the hell," she said. "If you guarantee it feels good, I'm game for
it."
She stretched out on the carpet and watched him as he knelt beside her.
She reached over and caressed his cock tenderly, for it was too soon for
him to come back to life yet. It was still red and sticky with their
combined love juices, so she raised up on her elbows and gave it a
little kiss, just enough to show that she really cared for it.
Then she stretched out again so Davis could do whatever it was he was
going to do with the slender tube.
He spread his legs wide and gently separated the large lips of her cunt,
revealing the pink, juicy flesh within. Her vagina was still filled with
his come and fuck-juice, but for the moment the fancy-fucking bartender
ignored her well of fuck-delight. He moistened his finger and ran it up
and down the slick slit between the top of her screw-hole and her
clitoris, causing her to twitch excitedly as he found particularly
sensitive spots in her cunt-flesh.
Davis slipped the end of the tube into his mouth, moistening it with his
saliva, and then he lay it in her cunt-crevasse and rubbed it back and
forth a little.
"It's got to do more for me than that," she said. "You're not really
turning me on with that thing."
"It will, little chick, it will," Davis said, taking the tip of the tube
and working it gently against the opening of her meatus. "This going to
feel strange at first, but you'll turn on when you feel it in you."
"Where are you putting it," she said, jerking spasmodically as he worked
the tip inside the tiny opening. "It feels like where I pee."
"That's right," fancy-fucking Davis said. "Now lay back and enjoy it."
"But it burns," she protested, trying to see what he was doing.
He pressed her gently back onto the carpet. Then, with her still, he
began working the catheter in and out of her meatus gently, thrillingly.
It did burn at first for young Jan, but after the first couple of
strokes, she realised the fire was the fire of lust, and that what he
was doing was sending thrilling sensations coursing throughout her body.
She began fucking upward with her hips, while he worked the catheter in
and out of her tiny pee hole. At the same time, he caught the erect bulb
of her clitoris between thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and
forth, back and forth, building her passion to such fiery heights as
she'd never experienced before.
"Oh fuck!" she screamed, twitching her hips frantically as her come came
crashing over her. "Fuck! Fuck! Cunt!"
He started working the tube in and out more rapidly, more deeply, and
then her come gripped her. She closed her legs and pressed tightly
against his hand as once more her young and newly-fucked body orgasmed
yet one more time. The tube was deep in her body now as he pressed it
home, and her throbbing pussy took deep delight in the burning of
pleasure the catheter produced.
"Oh Davis," she whispered when she could talk once again. "That was
magnificent."
"I thought you'd like it." he said, talking down at her lecherously.
"Most chicks do, after they've learned about it."
"But what about you?" she asked, for her mother taught her to be a
considerate child, and she didn't want Davis thinking she was so
ungrateful that she'd take a come without being willing to offer him
one. "You haven't come but once."
"That's right, little chick," Davis said. "So leave, this lovely
love-tube in your pussy for the moment and see if you can make it hard
for me with your mouth."
"My pleasure," she said, scrambling around so she could engulf his cock
in her mouth. And it was, indeed, her pleasure, for she loved cock. She
loved anything and everything a cock could do, but most especially she
loved a cock that could produce pleasure in her belly. And Davis' cock
had given her pleasure in more than one occasion. It couldn't be said
he'd taken her cherry, for she'd destroyed that useless piece of flesh
with a hairbrush handle a long time ago, but he had been the first to
put cock in her pussy. And for that she'd be eternally grateful to him.
So when she closed her mouth over his juicy, half-hard cock, it was with
real pleasure that she felt it stir and begin to rise to the occasion.
She wanted to fuck again, for even as she was sucking the bartender to
another monumental hard on, she reached down and began manipulating the
catheter tube in her meatus, and every motion of the strange tube in her
body sent burning sensations throughout her pussy. Burning sensations
that were absolutely magnificent.
By this time Davis' cock was hard and glistening as she ran her lips up
and down it. She loved the length, the feel, the heft of it especially
the large, purplish head that bulged at the end. With one hand she held
it so she could do the good things with her tongue she'd learned during
the night she'd had her first orgy at Ma Kidder's. She gratefully licked
the ridge just behind the head, noting with delight that she had already
produced a pearlescent drop of pre-fuck fluid in the tip, so she knew he
was ready for a good screw. Still, through, she licked and sucked the
fancy-fucking bar-tender's enormous prick, for she liked the feel of it
in her mouth, and he didn't seem inclined to withdraw it and end the
blow job right then.
But Jan hoped he didn't want to be blown to a come, for though she
didn't mind that, and in fact liked to take come in her mouth and
swallow it, right then she wanted to feel his cock elsewhere in her
body.
She wasn't disappointed, for a moment later he pulled his cock from her
mouth and stretched out beside her on the carpet. But instead of putting
her in the missionary position and fucking her quickly, the
fancy-fucking bartender rolled her onto her stomach and straddled her
from behind. At first she thought he was going to fuck her dog-fashion,
and once more fiery images of her horny boxer dog trying to fuck that
way came to her ... but she wasn't to get his cock in her cunt this
time. Instead, he pressed the moistened tip against the crinkled brown
rosette of her anal sphincter, and as she grunted her pleasure, drove it
all the way into her young body
Then as he started fucking her, he reached around her hips, gripped the
catheter tube in her meatus, and fucked her with it at the same time
that he stroked her ass deeply, causing her to writhe in an agony of
desire. His huge cock burned her back-door tissue, but she'd taken his
cock this way before, so she knew she could cope with it. And ass
fucking was entirely capable of producing Big Comes for her, but with
him manipulating the catheter she was in absolute ecstasy.
Her comes started almost at once, and again and again she spasmed, so
much so she couldn't tell where one come ended and the next began. Still
he stroked her with his cock, driving it in until his pubic hair mashed
heavily against her buttocks, then withdrawing it until the head was
nestled just inside the tight ring muscle itself. And every move he made
produced fantastic delight for her, until finally she felt him begin the
short, sharp digs that presaged his orgasm, and he drove his cock into
her up to the hilt, scalding her intestines with squirts of love juice.
Then slowly, slowly as the horses of the night he withdrew, his cock
caressed by her ass muscle as it left her body. He collapsed alongside
her, and while he fought to regain his breath she slowly removed the
catheter from her pee-hole.
"You are a fancy fucker," she said affectionately. "This is one of the
best fucks I've ever had."
"You forget, little chick," Davis said breathlessly, "that I know when
you got your first fuck, and from whom."
"I know I haven't been fucking very long," she said defensively, "but I
try to do it as often as I can, and I try to do it good."
"You do it good," Davis said. "And I bet by the time you reach the ripe
old age of fourteen you'll be the best lay in all of San Jose."
"Do you really think so?"
"I think so," he replied. "But I don't think there's any kind of contest
we could use to find out."
"I wish there were a fucking Olympics," she said. "I'd enter the
decathlon."
"That you'd win," he said, sitting up. "But look, little chick, we
better take a shower and head back down the hill. I don't want Weird
Stanley closing up. It's all he can do to make change."
"I want to come to the party, if there's going to be one tonight," Jan
said, standing up and gathering her clothing. "May I?"
"Sure," Davis said. "But I don't know if there's going to be much
partying tonight. Most of the people who come to the orgies went to Lake
Berryessa over the weekend, and they're fucked out."
"I'm not," Jan said, following him to the back of the house. "I could
fuck another couple of hours."
"You're an amazing chick," he said, adjusting the water in the shower
for them. "I've never seen any female who could fuck with the enthusiasm
you do."
She stepped into the shower with Davis, letting the warm water flow over
her well-fucked body.
"You haven't seen anything yet," she said. "Soap my back for me."
Chapter 5
Just before dawn, Jan sneaked into the house moving softly and carefully
to avoid awakening her mother. She was absolutely exhausted, for she'd
spent the hours since the bar closed being fucked and sucked by such
local characters as Tall Colly, the Garbage Lady, No-nooky Nira, and
(she shuddered to think of it) even Weird Stanley.
Now her body was aching with fatigue, her pussy was sore from the
exercise it'd had, and all she wanted to do was go to sleep. She hoped
her mother wouldn't he her, and she hoped her mother wouldn't wake her
up too early. She'd need a lot of sleep if she were to be ready for the
big orgy the fancy-fucking Davis had promised her would be forthcoming
that night. A special treat was in store, he'd said, so she was to sneak
out of the house about one a.m. and come to Ma Kidder's.
If she were to be able to fuck as much as she had this night, she'd need
to sleep all day.
As she slipped silently toward her bedroom, Meat scrambled to his feet
and followed her closely, his nose at her ass. When she was inside her
bedroom, she whispered, "Get away, Meat. You wouldn't want to stick your
nose in there if you knew what had been stuck in there lately."
She grinned, considered the possibility showering, then decided against
it, because the noise of the water would certainly rouse her mother. And
the old woman would want to know why it was important for Jan to be
bathing just before dawn.
So she slipped into her baby-doll nightie and crawled into bed. Meat
jumped on the bed beside her, trying to get his nose into her crotch
again, but she pushed him away before she fell asleep, visions of
sugar-fucks dancing in her head.
Meat, a dog wise enough to realise he wasn't going to get any more
delightful fucking from his young mistress, snuggled down with his nose
as close to her pussy as he could get, though he was on top of her
covers. He went to sleep as well, though no one knows what kinds of
images were dancing in his doggy head.
When the sun was three hours in the sky, Daisy Chain Sharon looked in to
see her daughter asleep. She noted the way Meat was sleeping, his nose
in Jan's crotch, and she wondered. The thought had crossed her mind when
she'd arrived home the evening before that perhaps Meat could be taught
to fuck her just as Richey the Fourth had.
She'd rejected the idea, though, because she didn't have any of the
special, scented cream that Tom had used on her pussy, and she didn't
know where to get it. And she wasn't lecherous enough to go to a chemist
or pharmacist and tell him she wanted a cream that made her pussy smell
like she was a bitch in heat. She had some pride, after all.
But looking at the dog nuzzling her daughter's pussy, she felt her own
passion rising more than it had in the morning for a long time. She
wanted to fuck, an act she usually saved for the evening, and without
knowing where or how the thought occurred, she decided she was going to
fuck Meat.
"I don't know just how the hell we'll do it," she said softly, tugging
gently on the dog's collar to pull him from the bed. "But Meat, old pup,
we're going to see if you and I can fuck as well as Richey the Fourth
and I did Saturday."
Meat, always eager for attention, scrambled from the bed and followed
Sharon down the hall. She took him into her bedroom, closed and locked
the door. The intuitive dog was wagging his stub of a tail eagerly. The
more she looked at him, the more Sharon suspected Meat of knowing how to
fuck ... and there was no doubt in her mind who the chick was who'd
taught the dog to screw.
And at first Sharon was inclined to be angry, then her anger softened to
annoyance, then her annoyance vanished in pleasure that her daughter was
as much like her mother.
"Come here, mutt," Sharon said, slipping out of her robe and nightgown.
"I want to see if you know what a pussy's used for."
She stretched out on the bed and patted the mattress alongside her,
urging the dog to come.
Meat, was hesitant for a moment, because this was the first time Sharon
had ever shown him any particular attention.
Deciding finally that the woman meant to him no harm, the horny boxer
walked slowly across the room and put his head on the mattress where she
was patting.
Sharon scratched the dog's ears, then pulled him up on the bed with her.
Meat really resisted this move, because Sharon, in the past, had always
shouted at him for laying on the furniture. And here she was urging him
to get up on the bed with her.
The dog was finally persuaded, though, and when he got onto the bed with
Sharon, she tried to push his nose down toward her pussy. Meat resisted,
for this woman's pussy didn't have the delightful meat odour the young
one's had when they started their fucking on Sunday.
Sharon, though, while not as imaginative nor as creative as her
daughter, was a formidable opponent when crossed, and when she had made
up her mind to get herself fucked, she was going to get fucked
regardless. And if the dog wouldn't fuck her voluntarily, she'd teach
him what she wanted him to do.
Always being direct when she wanted to get fucked, Sharon reached for
the dog's cock and started stroking him. Now a dog may be a dumb animal,
but Meat wasn't that dumb, especially after the delight he'd experienced
with Jan over the weekend, and it took only a moment for his cock to
peek out of his fleshy covering on its way toward a hard on. It's first
appearance brought Sharon's pussy to an involuntary juicing, and she
knew she had to have a repeat of the magnificent doggy fuck she'd had in
the Fresno motel.
Sharon rubbed the flesh-tube of Meat's cock, not yet willing to touch
the red, juicy shaft, but thrilling as the dog's cock continued to inch
from its sheath. She knew if she could keep the cock hard and projecting
in that way long enough to get it in her body, she could get a fuck from
the dog. After all, the special cream Tom had used had been merely to
get the dog interested in her in the first place. After he'd gotten his
cock in her body, there had been no need for her to smell like a bitch
in heat. The friction of her pussy had provided all the stimulation the
dog needed.
And now, with Meat's cock inching from its sheath, she was sure she'd be
able to get a fuck from the delightful dog, if she could just keep up
the stimulation long enough to keep his cock hard while she joined their
bodies together. She had to make the choice whether she would try to get
the dog to fuck her dog-fashion or from on top, as Tom had had his dog
fuck her the first time.
She rolled around on the bed, determined to make her move at once and
she was surprised to see the dog jump from the bed and stand expectantly
alongside it, as though expecting something she didn't at first
understand.
Sharon did understand, though, the long and pendant cock swinging from
beneath the dog's belly, and right then she wanted that cock deep within
her body more than anything else. So she slipped from the bed and knelt
alongside, her ass pointed toward the door behind her.
Meat, knowing full well what was expected of him, even though the
routine was somewhat different than with his young mistress, immediately
mounted behind her, his paws the bed on either side of her body. Sharon
knew instantly that the dog had fucked before, and she was sure he had
been fucking Jan. She was glad, at least, that her daughter was fucking
a dog and not some of the cruddy cocks she'd seen hanging around her
daughter. At least she couldn't get knocked up from fucking a dog and
Sharon couldn't be sure Jan wouldn't wind up carrying a bastard if she,
fucked one of her classmates.
Right then, though, Sharon didn't give a damn about who might he fucking
Jan, or if the kid died a Vestal Virgin, for she wanted the dog's cock
in her cunt, and it was only inches away ... but not yet in. Only then
did Sharon realise that men, fucking dog-fashion, always had to reach
down and guide their cocks into her body. But the dog, of course,
couldn't do that.
So she reached back beneath her belly, found the dog's hard and horny
cock, and pulled it forward to her pussy. It took her some doing to get
it directed properly into the juicy, gaping hole that was her vagina,
but she managed finally, and after a false start or two, Meat and Sharon
fitted the best compromise in their instinctive motions that allowed
them both to fuck with the maximum pleasure. The dog started hunching
behind her vigorously, driving his thick, long cock all the way into her
snatch ... and the only thing she missed was a man's hands on her body.
So, closing her mind to all hut the fiery sensations coursing through
her, she slipped a hand down and started fingering her clit. At the same
time, she let her hand drift a little lower so she could feel the doggy
cock driving deep within her cunt, and the feel of it, combined with the
marvelous sensations she was producing in her own clitty, rocketed her
over the moon of orgasm without even a mid-course correction.
"Oh, you fucking dog!" she screamed as her orgasm crashed over her. "You
big-cocked lover! Throw the meat to me, you son of a bitch! Fuck me!
Fuck me! Fuck!"
Her cries of delight and fuck-anguish faded into nothing more than hard
thrusts of her hips back against the dog ... who was shooting hot spurts
of doggy-gism into her cunt as she approached her come with eager
abandon. She'd fucked hard before, she'd fucked fast before but she'd
never fucked so thrillingly before.
The dog's come seemed endless, his come was spurting into her pussy in
an endless stream feeling almost like the times she'd had her lovers
piss in her cunt after they'd fucked. Only she sensed that the dog
wasn't pissing in her cunt but his come was shooting into her without
end.
She could feel the knot in the end of his cock swell ... the phenomenon
that kept his doggy girl friends from pulling away until he was through
shooting come into their snatches ... and the difference in shape,
texture, and every quality of a cock made Meat's more thrillingly
exciting than any man's she'd ever had in her cunt.
Sharon's come hit her with the force of an explosion, so devastating was
it as it filled her body with sensations she'd never experienced before.
Even the fucking with Richey the Fourth wasn't as thrilling as this, and
she cried, out in her passion, using every pet name ever used with her
lovers ... and if she could have Frenchied the dog right then, she would
have, so turned on was she. Her pussy throbbed and throbbed and
throbbed, and still the dog's cock kept raking in and out, touching,
rubbing, stimulating the tender flesh of her cunt, refusing to let her
climax wash away and subside. His cock kept coming and coming and
coming, and all the while he was humping away behind her as though fuck
were the only purpose in his life, and her fuck-hole the only source of
pleasure for him.
Finally, though, she'd had as much as she could possibly stand, and she
pushed him away.
"God, Meat, I can't take any more right now," she said. "Give me a
break."
She pushed the horny dog away, his huge red cock slapping against her
thigh lewdly as he pulled it out of her cunt, still shooting his sticky
gism into her pussy-hair. He tried to resume fucking her, but she shoved
him from the bed for her body was so well-fucked right then she couldn't
have accepted one more spasm.
She looked down at the dog for a long pregnant moment as Meat curled up
on the rug started licking his cock during its slide back into its
sheath.
"You are some fucking dog, Meat." she said, rubbing her pussy
reflectively. "And you didn't learn all those tricks all by yourself."
She sat up on the edge of the bed, took a tissue from a box on the
bedside table and wiped the sticky love juice from her stomach and
thighs. As she thought about it, though, she couldn't really believe
that Jan had taught Meat to fuck. She was sure Jan was still a virgin
though, she often told herself, one of these days soon she was going to
have to have a talk with her daughter, so the girl would be prepared for
what the dirty young boys she knew at school were going to want to do to
her body.
Just then the telephone rang.
"Hi, Nina," Sharon said when she heard her girl friend's voice. "What's
up!"
"I just heard some great news," she said. "I thought you'd want to know
right away."
"What's that?"
"They want you to do your thing at Ma Kidder's tonight," Nina said. "I
was just talking to that three-balled son of a bitch who plays the
banjo."
"Nice of them to call me," Sharon said sarcastically.
"He was going to call you later," Nina said. "He thought you'd still be
asleep."
"Not when I've got the kind of fucking I've got here," Sharon said
tantalisingly, knowing Nina wouldn't be able to rest until she knew
about it.
"You've got somebody there?" Nina said. "Tell me about him, then I'll
hang up so you can get back to your screwing."
"It's over for now," Sharon said. "I fucked him so much he's laying on
the floor right now."
"On the floor?"
Sharon grinned lecherously.
"On the floor," she repeated.
"When I fuck 'em, I fuck em all the way."
Nina dropped her voice conspiratorially.
"Can't you tell me about him? I mean, about the important things."
"Sure," Sharon said. "He's got a cock that's about eight inches long,
it's over two inches thick, and he fucks longer than any man I've ever
known."
"Really?"
"Really. Would you like to have a sample?"
"You're kidding, Sharon. Aren't you?"
"Of course I'm not. If you're going to be free in an hour or so, I'll
bring him over. I guarantee you'll enjoy the living hell out of it."
"I ... well, sure," Nina said, a trifle confused by the sudden and
unexpected generosity of her friend. They'd shared a lot of fucks
before, as during the weekend in Fresno, but only with dudes they'd
picked up some place ... never had they swapped off with one of their
special fucks at home. "I don't have anything to do today but rest up so
I can get well-fucked at Ma Kidder's tonight."
"I'll be over in about an hour," Sharon said. "I've got to get a shower
and dressed."
She hung up then, grinning at the thought of Nina's surprise when she
saw that Sharon had her very own boxer to fuck with. And of course ,
sharing a dog with a friend wasn't quite the same thing as sharing a
man. Who could fall in love with a dog, no matter how well he could
fuck?
So Sharon showered quickly, dressed in a tight-fitting pants suit and no
panties, and led the dog to her car outside. She drove away quickly, not
even leaving Jan a note telling her where she'd gone or when she'd
return. All she could think of then was the fucking she was going to get
to watch as Meat shovel his meat into Nina.
As she drove across town to Nina's apartment, she caressed Meat's cock
while the dog remained curled up on the front seat beside her. She
rubbed first the hairy flesh-sheath that covered the dog's cock proper,
and when the glistening red meat peaked from its covering, she
hand-jobbed the knobby projection gently, not wanting to start the dog
coming and shooting gism all over the seat. She'd had to clean up enough
come-stains on the front seat of her car, especially when Sue got fucked
there, for Sue had a pussy that just couldn't keep come in it for some
reason.
Nina was waiting for her at the door as she walked up, leading Meat on a
leash.
"He didn't come with you?" Nina asked disappointedly, looking beyond
Sharon and the dog at the empty car.
"He came with me," Sharon said smugly.
"And you ought to know it, after the weekend we had together."
Nina's eyes grew wide in surprise. "That's your ... daughter's ... dog,
isn't it?" she asked.
Sharon nodded as the two horny women entered the apartment. She released
the leash and let Meat free. The dog, somewhat better fucked than he
ever been in his life before, Promptly curled up on the floor and closed
his eyes.
"It's my daughter's dog," Sharon said evenly. "And he knows how to fuck
as well as Richey the Fourth."
"But you don't have the cream, do you?" Nina asked.
"I don't need it," Sharon said. "My dog fucks without me having to smell
like a bitch in heat."
"I'll be double damned," Nina said. "I never thought it was possible."
"Neither did I, until this weekend. But now what a life I mean to have."
"I believe it. Just think, a cock you can fuck any time you want to,
without having to take any shit from the man attached at the other end."
"Right," Sharon replied. "And think how the show I'm going to put on
tonight is going to turn those bastards on at Ma Kidder's."
"You're going to do what?"
"I thought about it on the way over here," Sharon explained. "I got my
name of Daisy Chain Sharon because I can set up some of the damnedest
daisy chains anybody ever saw ... as long as the cocks are clean, that
is. But hell, I've done that so many times now it's time for me to give
them a new kind of show."
"You're going to fuck the dog while they watch?" Nina said, not quite
believing the fearlessness of her friend.
"You bet your well-fucked ass I am," Sharon said. "I'll show those
single-shot cocks down there what a real fuck is."
"Want a drink before ... before I get to try out your new friend?"
"Sure," Sharon said. "And while you're fixing it, I want to call that
fucking three-balled banjo player and tell him I've got something really
special for tonight."
"You're not going to tell him what, are you?"
"Of course not. But I want to be sure he brings as many of the horny
fuckers in Los Patos there as he can get. I'm going to turn that stupid
little town upside down from the way I'm going to fuck the dog tonight."
"You know," Nina said speculatively, "I could help. I mean, I've fucked
a dog too, you know."
Sharon nodded thoughtfully.
"I thought you might," she smiled, remembering briefly the image of her
girl friend eagerly sucking Richey the Fourth's cock. "Will you go down
on the dog tonight?"
Nina cocked her head to one side, considered for a moment, then nodded.
"Why not?" she said. "Cock is cock, and I'm sure the dog's cock is
better than Weird Stanley's."
"Anything is better than Weird Stanley's cock," Sharon said. "As a
matter of fact anything at all is better than Weird Stanley's cock. Even
doing without."
"I wouldn't go that far," Nina protested
"You are an incredible broad," Nina said.
"I would," Sharon said. "I fucked Weird Stanley once."
"I fuck him every orgy," Nina said. "I'm the only regular at Ma Kidder's
who will, except Fat Broad. And Weird's getting tired of her sloppy
cunt, I think."
Sharon telephoned the bar, found the banjo player working behind the
bar, and detailed her plan without revealing just exactly what her
surprise was going to be. Robbie Lester, who grooved on nothing so much
as old-fashioned horse fucking, was intrigued by the promise of a
surprise, did his best to talk her into telling him what it was she was
going to do, and then told her that he and Davis would have, in their
turn a surprise for her. He didn't tell her what it was which was
probably just as well. It wouldn't have been cool to tell Mom that her
daughter was going to be one of the star attractions at an orgy after
hours.
She took the drink from Nina as she hung up. She grinned at her friend,
who had already shucked her clothing. Nina was a broad of indeterminate
age, but definite and unabashed sexuality. She liked to fuck, and she
liked to suck cock. The one place where she and Sharon parted company
was sucking cock that wasn't immaculate. Sharon couldn't bring herself
to suck a cock that had fucked a pussy recently, but Nina had no such
hesitation. All Nina needed to enjoy sucking a cock was the cock itself
in her mouth. She didn't care where it had been or what might still be
clinging to it.
"I guess you're ready for a little action with my pooch," Sharon said.
"Or else you're getting ready to take a shower."
"I showered already," Nina said. "I always like to be clean and feminine
for my lovers."
"You're crazy," Sharon grinned. "You think it would make any difference
to the dog?"
"I don't care," Nina said. "It makes a difference to me."
"I'll tell you this," Sharon said. "I'm not going to give my dog a bath
after every fuck."
"Poor bastard would be wet all the time," Nina said. "The way you like
to fuck."
"True enough," Sharon said. "I'm proud to groove on fucking. My
ex-husband could never understand that I wanted to fuck all the time."
"I'd think a guy would really like a chick like you around."
"He was too fucking logical," Sharon said, starting to remove her
clothes. "According to him, he only wanted to fuck when I was going to
get pregnant. Anything else was a waste of time."
"Christ, don't we waste a lot of time," Nina grinned. "But we're sure
doing a lot of talking. Let's see if we can't get your mutt interested
in some of my sweet pussy."
"Come here, Meat," Sharon called.
"You call him Meat?" Nina asked.
"That's my daughter's name for him. Jan always has had a thing for funny
names."
"I wonder if she named him Meat because she liked his meat?" Nina said.
"I don't think so," Sharon said, rubbing the dog's head. "She's only
thirteen, remember."
"I was fucking when I was thirteen," Nina said.
"So was I," Sharon agreed. "But I've raised my daughter not to give in
to her urges."
"Sure you have," Nina said. "But let's don't talk about that now. I want
to get something going with the dog. I'm so hot I can hardly stand it,
just thinking about how good it's going to feel."
"Bedroom?" Sharon asked.
"I don't know," Nina said. "How's the dog going to manage on a
waterbed?"
"I don't know," Sharon said. "Maybe we better get the action going right
here in the living room. The couch will work better than a bed, I
think."
Nina nodded, suddenly dead serious now that she was about to get fucked
by the dog. She could banter, she could parley, up to the point where
the fucking really got going, and after
that she was driven by only one thing ... the fiery drive generated deep
in her pussy. And when she was under his control, the only thing that
could bring her back reality was hard cock deep in her snatch.
Meat stood between the two women, sensing he was going to be called on
again to fuck. His cock poked its way freedom, glistening red in
anticipation of the fucking that was to come.
"I wish the boys we know could get hard that easy," Nina said, sitting
on the couch. "God, that would make our lives a lot easier."
"Right," Sharon said. "Now, let's be sure you're juicy enough to Meat's
big cock."
She spread her friend's lips a little, thrust her finger in Nina's
snatch and began running them in and out.
"Mm," Nina said. "That feels good."
Sharon didn't reply, for she found she was enjoying the action more than
she ever ought ... and she'd never touched another woman sexually in her
life. It opened vistas to her she'd never consider even possible before.
But her pussy-play was interrupted by Meat, who crawled up on the couch
next Nina, his long, hard cock dangling lewdly underneath his belly.
"All right, dog," Sharon said. "I'll let you have her for a while. But
maybe I'll do some good things for you later. All right?"
Nina nodded, her mouth already dry and her pussy flowing copiously with
fuck juice. Sharon guided the dog's cock to Nina's pussy, lined the two
organs up, and watched as the dog big dork sank into Nina's body up to
the hilt.
Just as the dog's cock reached its deepest penetration, the front door
was opened and a man walked in!
Chapter 6
Jan awoke from her deep slumber feeling better rested than she had in a
long time. She stretched luxuriously, looked at the clock and was amazed
to see that it was almost two in the afternoon. She wondered why her
mother hadn't gotten her up hours before. The old lady was always after
her to do the dishes, to make her bed, to take the garbage out.
The only chore she now decided she didn't mind doing, which she had
objected to before, was feeding the dog. She'd do anything at all she
could for darling Meat now, since she'd learned the wonderful things he
could do with his cock.
At the thought of her dog, Jan jumped out of bed and padded through the
house looking for him. But the dog wasn't there, and she was distinctly
annoyed. It wasn't that she wanted to fuck so much as she wanted to be
sure the dog was nearby all the time now.
Not finding him in the house, she looked out the window see if he were
on the lawn. She couldn't see him there, so she stepped out the front
door and looked up and down the street.
She forgot she was nude, but across the street, where frustrated Fred
was mowing his lawn, her nudity caused a revolution of no mean order. He
turned when he first heard her call the dog, stood there in a rock-hard
amazement while Jan, oblivious of his gaze, continued to call her dog.
Fred's cock was harder than it had been in years as he looked at her
smooth, naked flesh. Her tits were firm and jutting, with pink nipples
protected by large aureoles, and at the junction of her thighs her pussy
was thickly bushed. In short, she looked like she was made for the act
of love ... and that was just what Fred wanted to do.
But he was too chicken to cross the street and fuck the darling child,
so he turned, went in his house, where Mabel was sitting at the kitchen
table, eating a prune Danish and reading one of her interminable
confession magazines.
Without so much as a "by your leave," Fred grabbed his aging, fat wife
and forced her to the floor, where he proceeded to fuck her with more
passion than he'd had since before they got married. When he spilled his
cream in her, he was pretending it was Jan he was fucking, but that
didn't matter, because Mabel was pretending it was the young stud at the
gas station who was fucking her so well.
Jan, not seeing the dog and suddenly realising she didn't have a stitch
of clothes on, returned inside the house. Right then she wanted Meat,
though she'd had so much good fucking the day before she really didn't
want Meat right then.
So she went into the kitchen, found something to eat, looked for a note
from her mother, and then decided to shower. She was still sticky from
the fucking of the night before, and she looked ruefully at the dried
come clinging to the inner flesh of her thighs.
"Good thing dear old Mom didn't see that," she said to herself as she
adjusted the shower. "Come stains on my legs are one thing she'd be sure
to recognise."
She stepped into the shower and began the slow, ritual bathing she'd
come to enjoy so much since she'd started fucking a couple of weeks
before. Bathing was for Jan almost as sensual an act as fucking itself,
for she always wound up turned on so much her pussy was juicy when she
finished, and usually she jacked herself off while the water washed over
her. First she soaped herself all over, using a richly scented soap she
loved, and then she rubbed her body sensually with her hands, pretending
it was a lover's caress she was experiencing.
She slipped her fingers down between the lips of her pussy, found the
tight, hard button of her clitty, and began rolling it around and
around. She found the area around her meatus especially sensitive, after
the masturbatory technique Davis had shown her the night before, and it
only added the fiery sensations shooting through her body.
Before she came, she took the nozzle of her douche bag from its hook and
started fucking herself with it. It wasn't nearly as big as the cocks
she had come know and love, but it was at least something in her snatch
as she fingered herself rapidly to climax. Just as she came, her body
throbbing and throbbing through the ecstasy of her climax, Fred, across
the street, shot his wad deep into Mabel's slack cunt. The old man
grunted, farted, and came, while the girl he was pretending to screw was
busily rubbing her cunt and giving herself the most magnificently
glorious fuck-feelings.
When her come was over, Jan filled the douche bag and sluiced her pussy
clean, for she had been fucked by at least six men the night before,
plus being sucked by some of them, plus being sucked by several women
who were glad to see her at Ma Kidder's. The one woman she'd found
distasteful, not only because her pussy didn't taste good but because
she was a nasty broad, was a chick everybody called Garbage Lady. Nobody
knew why they called her Garbage Lady, and Jan, always the soul of
discretion, as her mother had taught her to be, was too polite to ask.
She and Davis had returned to the club, where Weird Stanley started
grumbling immediately about having to work so long. Davis told him he
was fired ... an event that happened at least once a day, sometimes more
often, at which point Weird Stanley reached down deep into his
vocabulary to come up with a devastating insult, said, "Fuck you,
Davis," and shut up.
Davis brought the lights up bright, said, "Were closing early tonight,"
to the customers standing at the bar ... those who didn't know the
closing was only so the regulars could indulge themselves in their orgy.
A couple of would-be drunks grumbled discontentedly as they left, but
Davis didn't even care. He knew there was more action to be had on the
fucking scheduled when the door was locked than would develop from
continuing to pour drinks until two a.m.
"Get that fucking door locked," Robbie Lester said suddenly, appearing
from the back of the club. "I'm in the mood to fuck!"
Weird Stanley took an Allen wrench, which was the only key they had for
the front door, and applied it to the decrepit lock so that other
customers, but most especially the minions of the ABC, couldn't get in
and soil the festive mood of the fuckers. By the time the club was
secure from interruption, Jan was able to see, in the hell-fire red
light used to illuminate the interior, that there were several people
there.
She made a quick count and determined that men and women were evenly
represented, which wasn't really important, because she knew she could
get just as much pleasure from the lips and tongue of a woman on her
cunt as she could from a cock rampaging among her tender, juicy
pussy-flesh.
"Hello, underage fuck," a portly gentleman with a water-soft voice said
to darling Jan. "It's good to see you again."
"Hello, Benny," Jan said. She reached down and gave his cock a squeeze
through his pants. "Why aren't you undressed?"
"Give me time, chick," Benny said. May I fuck you first?"
"I came with Davis," Jan said. "I better check with him." She'd been
taught that if she were on a date with a boy, she shouldn't do anything
with anybody else unless the boy didn't mind. And she didn't see why the
lesson her mother had taught her wouldn't hold at an orgy just as well.
"I'll ask him," Benny stood, smiling and thrusting his hand under her
skirt to caress her pussy through the sheer material of her panties. "I
don't think he'll mind."
Benny moved off in the darkness and Jan, familiar now with the routine
at the orgies held regularly at Ma Kidder's began undressing, folding
her clothes and stacking them nearby on a bar stool, for her mother had
taught her to be a neat youngster.
"You're still as lovely as ever said a slender, bearded man who walked
up and massaged her left nipple with one hand while guiding her hand to
his steel-hard cock. "I hope you're going to let me fuck you tonight."
"Of course I will, Tim," Jan said, recognising Tim Bessemer from his
steel-hard cock which had given her the most magnificent pleasure during
her first orgy here at Ma Kidder's Bar and Infamous Sex Palace. "I'd
never let a chance to have your wonderful cock in my body."
Tim gave her an appreciative tit-squeeze, as Davis returned, took her by
the arm and led her to the bar.
"This, little chick, is Garbage Lady," he said introducing her to a
dark-haired, tit-less woman sipping an incredibly tall drink.
"And don't you dare ask why they call me Garbage Lady," she snarled. She
ignored Jan, but looked at Davis. "What are we doing, Davis, robbing the
cradle?"
"This little chick fucks better than most," Davis explained. "She's been
here before."
"That's no recommendation," Garbage Lady said. "A lot of crumbs have
been here before."
Davis ignored her, shrugged and led Jan away.
"Is she always that nasty?" Jan asked when they were out of earshot.
"Only when she's awake," Davis said. "I've never heard her complain when
she was asleep."
"Christ it must be tough to live with that much antagonism inside you,"
the little girl, wise beyond her years, remarked.
"Garbage Lady is all right," Davis said. "She just doesn't like to admit
she enjoys fucking."
"Are you going to fuck me first?" Jan asked, looking up at the tall,
handsome bartender impishly. "I've had several invitations."
"I'm sure you have, chick, I'm sure you have," Davis said. "But don't
let the fact that you came in with me hinder you in your search for a
good fuck. I'm a little worn out right now, in case you don't remember."
"I remember," she said, smiling warmly at him. "I could go to sleep
right now without another single fuck all night, and not even miss it."
Then she cocked her head to one side. "But since I'm here, I'm going to
make the most of the opportunity."
"Good," Davis said, walking away into the darkness. leaving her alone.
It was only then she realised she was the only person in the room who
had stripped. For a moment she felt terribly self-conscious, then, with
the skill she had always shown when it came to matters of fucking, she
walked up to Garbage Lady.
"To get this party under way," she said. "I'd like to suck your pussy."
The silence that followed her announcement was astounding. Every eye in
the bar was on her and as Garbage Lady slowly turned to face her, Jan
had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"Or maybe you'd like to suck mine," she continued in a small, distant
voice.
"I'll ... be ... God ... damned!" Garbage Lady said, swinging around on
the stool to face her.
"I'm sorry if I said something wrong," Jan said. "I just thought ...
well, maybe we ought to do something to get the party going," she
shrugged. "I'll go ask somebody else."
"Wait a minute, Jan," Garage Lady said, taking Jan by the arm as the
girl started to turn away. "You didn't say anything wrong,"
There was a general air of relief among the assembled fuckers.
"I thought I did."
"You didn't," Garbage Lady said. "I don't usually get into the orgy
until I'm smashed out of my mind, and nobody, especially none of these
dumb fuckers here, has ever had guts enough to walk up and ask me to
fuck. I usually have to invite myself into their fucking.
"You shouldn't have to," Jan said. "You ... you're, well ....
attractive."
Garbage Lady smiled.
"Thank you child. And to answer your question, yes, indeed, I would like
for you to suck my pussy. I've wanted a chick to suck my pussy at every
one of these stupid fuck parties, and not one female in this whole
damned town has had courage enough to stick her nose into my crotch."
She turned and slid from the bar stool. She took Jan by the hand and led
her to the bandstand, from which all the musical instruments had been
cleared. She helped Jan scramble up on the stage ... the same stage
where Jan had made her public fucking debut only a short few days before
... and as she did Robbie Lester manipulated the lights so that the
stage was bathed in a fiery red floodlight, while the rest of the club
was plunged into Stygian blackness.
Slowly, deliberately, Garbage Lady undressed, and Jan was impressed with
the quality of the woman's body for in spite of her age she was well
preserved. Her tits had only the slightest tendency to sag, and her
stomach pooched out enough to suggest she had mothered at least one
offspring, but otherwise she was smooth-skinned and desirable. Her legs
were long and tapering, and her bush thicker than any darling Jan had
ever seen. The child wondered for a moment if she'd be able to find her
way through the tangled jungle of pubic hair to the delightful flesh
beyond.
When Garbage Lady was naked, Davis handed at bar stool up to the stage,
where Jan took it and put it in the middle of the splash of red light.
Garbage Lady sat on it immediately, spread her legs and indicated that,
Jan was to approach her on her knees.
The teenager was eager to do so, but there was inherent in her a talent
for showmanship, so instead of nuzzling deep into the forest of lust
immediately, she began a slow, tantalising licking of the dark-haired
woman's body. She started at her ankles and worked up slowly, teasing,
taunting, particularly after she got to Garbage Lady's inner thighs.
Here she let her tongue run around and around, slowing her progress
infinitely, wanting to show the woman she was a skilled cunt-lapper.
Garbage Lady reached down finally and parted first her thick tangle of
bush and then her large pussy lips, revealing the inner flesh bathed in
their love-juices and the fiery red light pouring down on them from
above. By this time Jan was so hot and bothered herself she wanted a
quick come herself, but she knew she'd have go the route with this
dark-haired creature before someone would be ready to service her.
So she stopped the teasing motion with her tongue and plunged though the
Garbage Lady's pubic hair and sucked her clitoris deeply into her mouth,
much as a baby might nurse on a milk-providing nipple. Only the
nourishment Jan received from Garbage Lady's little prick in miniature
was not milk but lust, for at first touch of her tongue on the woman's
pussy-flesh, Jan felt her inner fire blaze, and her pussy was absolutely
sopping in seconds.
Jan had no time to concern herself with her own lust, though, for
Garbage lady was writhing and twisting on the bar stool as Jan's skilled
tongue sought and found the secret, hidden places that were most
sensitive on the woman's body. She worried the nipple back and forth,
back and forth, sending arcs of fiery passion shooting through Garbage
Lady's body, and before long she felt the woman hands on the back of her
head, pressing her face tightly into her pussy.
A moment later she came so copiously that her love-juice gushed out of
her pussy, wetting Jan's lips and tongue. The child received this homage
to her skill gratefully, for her mother had taught her always to try and
do her very best at whatever she chose to do.
Before Jan could remove her face from Garbage Lady's crotch, though, she
felt her own body being invaded from behind by a steel-hard cock, and
she knew Tim Bessemer was on the stage with her. She decided that as
long as she was getting fucked anyway, she might as well pass the favour
on, so she started sucking Garbage Lady's cunt again.
This time though, it was an even more ecstatic experience for her, for
while Jan was a darling cunt-lapper when she wanted to suck on a pussy,
when she was sucking a pussy at the same time that she was getting a
long, thick and hard cock in her cunt, she was inspired. The three of
them writhed and groaned together, until finally Tim's huge cock spouted
his love-cream deep into the little girl's cunt, and almost at the same
time Garbage lady managed an even more gushing come than before.
Jan collapsed on the stage, her well-fucked pussy spasming and spasming
from the force of the sensations coursing through her. She felt Tim 's
cock slip from her cunt, and she remembered from her last orgy here that
his cock never went down. She was glad he removed it from her right
then, for she had come so fiercely she wanted some quiet moments to
recover.
When she raised her head after her body quit throbbing, the scene in the
club was hardly unique but certainly inspiring. There was fucking going
on everywhere. Irish Deirdre, whom Jan hadn't noticed earlier, was
getting fucked by Robbie Lester on top of the bar, Benny O'Boyle had a
skinny brunette, bent over a bar stool and was fucking her dog fashion,
Tall Collie was screwing Santa Cruz Shirley missionary style on the
floor, and Weird Stanley was leaning against the wall, flogging his
small and useless cock endlessly, tears streaming down his face because
he couldn't get a hard on. Davis was getting blown by Fat Broad, and
there were other combinations of couples doing the Good Thing together.
Jan was delighted, for there were a lot of cocks there she'd not met at
her first orgy there, and that promised to be an exciting evening of
fucking. She promised herself she'd get as many of the cocks into her as
possible ... except for Weird Stanley's ... and she would try to get
herself blown by every guy there, except for Tall Collie, who was so
hung-up on sex he couldn't say "fuck" without getting sick to his
stomach, and besides, he had chapped lips.
Right then, though, she had wait for the first round be over, for
everybody was busy with their own action, so she went behind the bar and
opened herself a coke. She took a couple of swigs, then set the drink on
the bar when Benny O'Boyle came up to her and asked her suck him hard
again. She obliged, for she was ever an obedient child ... her mother
had taught her do whatever adults told her, and before long she had
Benny's cock as stiff and fat as it could get.
"As long as you've got it hard," he said in his water-soft voice, "why
don't we do something to make it soft again?"
"Like what?" Jan asked impishly.
"Like fucking," Benny said. "I know that may sound square, at a fuck
party like this, but I like straight, old-fashioned fucking better than
anything else. That's why Kay and I got a divorce. Once she learned
about some of the fancy-fucking things Davis taught her, my fucking was
too dull for her."
Who's Kay?" Jan asked, ever curious.
"She getting fucked in the ass over there in the corner," Benny said.
"For a tiny chick, she can take cock more different ways than anybody I
ever saw."
How would you like fuck?" Jan asked, afraid to pursue Benny's marital
difficulties any closer. "I'm game for anything if you are."
"Let's find a quiet spot on the floor," he said. "The guys at least have
provided us with a thick enough carpet that we can fuck the floor with
some comfort."
She took him by the cock and led him to a corner over behind some
tables. They lay side by side, he lifted her upper leg and insinuated
his cock into her snatch. He let it soak for a long time before he
started screwing, and Jan appreciated the fact that he would fuck her
leisurely. Most of the men she had fucked so far had been so horny, so
turned on by her nubile teenage body that they fucked quickly, came
rapidly ... and on some cases, left her hanging with big bunches of
unresolved orgasms orbiting within her cunt. But Benny was slow, and
more, importantly, he as considerate. When their fucking started to heat
up, he gave her a couple of finger-induced comes before he started the
deep stroking that brought him off after a few moments.
"Thank you," he said.
"You thank me for fucking," Jan said, astonished that he should do so.
"Of course, Jan," Benny said. "A man should always thank a woman for
letting him fuck her."
"Why?" she asked. "I get as, much out of it as you do."
"True," Benny said. "But there will be times when you'll fuck and you
don't want to."
"I will?"
"You sure will. You'll also fuck guys you don't really want to fuck. It
may seem now like you'd never want to stop fucking, but the time will
come that the novelty will be worn off, and then you'll appreciate a man
who says thank you for the fuck."
"If you say so," she said, feeling his now flaccid cock slip from her
pussy. "But I don't see how I could ever get tired of fucking."
"Suppose," he suggested, "that the only person you had to fuck was Weird
Stanley."
"Well, I'd jack off before I'd fuck him, " she replied vehemently
"See what I mean?" Benny asked, hugging her affectionately. "A lot of
wives get feeling that way about their husbands, and they're not gutsy
enough to go out and get laid some place else. So they wind up not
fucking at all, or when they have to, they fuck pretending they're being
fucked by somebody else."
"How awful," Jan said. "I wouldn't want to fuck that way, ever."
That was the point where three-balled Robbie Lester came looking for
her, and for the next several hours she was busy with one or more cocks
in her body all the time, or with a face pressed tightly against her
pussy while she sucked one pussy or another among the fine people who
were the regulars at Ma Kidder's Bar and Infamous Sex Palace.
It was only with approaching dawn that Jan realised she had to get home.
Davis drove her, dropped her a couple of houses away and waited until he
saw her slip into her house.
Across the street, Fred, up for his pre-dawn piss, watched the lovely
teenager slip into the house, and he wished he'd been out all night with
her.
That was the way the orgy had gone, and Jan recalled it with delight as
she finished her shower and toweled her lovely body dry. She was worried
about Meat, for though she didn't need or want any fucking right then,
he'd become particularly attached to her pet, so she dressed and went
searching through the neighbourhood for him.
She found a lot of dogs in her walk through the tract where she lived,
but no Meat. She turned down two rides, one by a boy she knew from the
high school, and one from the father of one of her girl friends. The old
man even suggested they go for a drive, and teenage Jan knew he wanted
to fuck her, but she wasn't in the mood right then. She did file his
name away in her mind as a possible source of cock some night when she
couldn't get fucked at Ma Kidder's or anywhere else, but she turned him
down now in favour of continuing to search for her Meat.
Not finding the dog, Jan began to worry for sure. Meat never wandered
far from home, unless he was chasing doggy pussy ... and Jan was pretty
sure the dog wasn't up to chasing an y bitch in heat in town. Not after
the fucking she'd given him the day before.
Finally, though, she turned and walked slowly back toward her house, a
frown creasing her forehead in concern for her pet. She'd never really
paid much attention to the pet before now, and it made her feel guilty,
thinking back to the number of times she'd failed to fed him, or give
him fresh water. Now that he had become the most important cock in her
life, she wanted to know where he was every minute of the day. He was
too good a fuck just to turn loose and let run the streets.
When she turned the corner and started down toward her house the middle
of the block, she saw a car pull to a stop in front. She hurried
forward, hoping it was something to do with Meat.
As she approached the car, the man driving got out and walked toward
her. She frowned her annoyance when she recognised him.
It was Weird Stanley.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" she demanded of the weird one before
he got closer to her than ten feet.
"I've got a message for you," he said. "They tried to phone you, but you
didn't answer."
"So give me the message," she said.
"Not out here on the street," Weird Stanley said. "Let's go inside."
"Fuck you," she snapped, walking past him.
"That's what I had in mind," the simple-minded bartender said. "You
don't understand me at all."
"I understand you all too well," Jan snapped. "I know you've got a tiny
cock, weird-tasting come, and you smell bad. I don't want to fuck you
... ever."
"Please, Jan," Weird Stanley pleaded. "At least, can't we go inside and
talk about it."
She looked at him distastefully for a moment, saw that his tiny cock was
as hard and as big as it ever could be ... and since she had deep
sympathy for horny men, she agreed
She promised herself though, that she wouldn't fuck him.
She didn't rule out the possibility of a hand job, though.
Chapter 7
"Oh God!" Nina screamed, looking up to see her postman standing above
her, her mail in his hand and a knowing smile on his face. She tried to
twist away so the dog's cock would slide from her cunt, but Meat was too
eager to fuck, and too experienced now in fucking human females, to let
himself be uncunted so easily.
The postman closed the door behind him, put the mail on the dining room
table, and turned to watch the scene on the couch. Nina had gotten the
dog's cock out of her cunt, but Meat's forepaws, on either side of her
body, held her prisoner on the couch.
"Don't stop on my account," the postman said. "I'd like to join the
party, if you don't mind."
Nina, who fucked her postman regularly so she'd get all the special
delivery he could manage, had no objection to being fucked by him, but
sharing a fuck with him and the dog was a little much, even for her.
She'd been able to go the route with Tom and Richey the Fourth because
Tom was already a part of the scene ... but to share a dog with one of
her regular fucks. She wasn't so sure But Sharon pushed her back on the
couch and once more guided Meat's huge dong into her friend's snatch. At
the same time she rubbed Nina's clitty, bringing that organ erect ...
and Sharon was amazed to see that it was almost an inch long, really a
prick-in-miniature. Her mouth watered at seeing it, for while she didn't
like sucking anything but the cleanest cocks, here was something she
would enjoy having within her mouth. The dog, though, was in her way
right then, and Meat was humping away eagerly.
Nina had succumbed to the pleasure Meat's fucking was providing her
with, and she was vaguely aware of Sharon's clitty-rubbing activity. Her
body was on fire, and her pussy felt stretched and terribly filled as
the dog's huge cock slid in and out of her flaming cunt. She gripped the
couch cushions tightly as her body rose higher and higher toward the
peak of passion that was the goal of all life. The dog's cock started
spurting sticky gism in her so copiously it ran from her pussy, flowed
slowly down the cheeks of her ass and dropped wetly onto the couch,
spreading the stain in a dark, ever-widening circle.
The postman, meanwhile, removed his uniform and folded it neatly over a
chair. Sharon was only vaguely aware that the man was there to join
their fuck party, but she was when he was nude to him go into the
bathroom first, other than leap right into the action. But she was aware
of the fact that the man obviously knew his way around house, so she was
sure Nina ready was familiar with his cock and the many good things it
could do.
So she waited for him to return and when he re-entered the room, she got
on her knees, thrusting her buttocks toward him in an provocative
invitation to fuck. At the same time she continued to frig Nina's clit,
and Meat continued to fuck endlessly, driving his huge dork tip into
Nina's cunt.
The postman didn't hesitate to take up her invitation, but walking right
up her, dropped to his knees and guided his cock between the exposed
lips of Sharon's cunt. It took him a moment to find her cunt-hole with
the head of his cock, but when he did he slid it into her body, pushing
it in the slick orifice all the way to the hilt.
"Oooh!" Sharon exclaimed as she felt her pussy invaded by the first
man-meat of the day
She was surprised that it felt better than the dog's cock had, though
she knew it might be--because the postman had reached around her and was
rubbing her clit with his hand, providing her with a kind of stimulation
the dog never could. At the same time, was giving her a tongue-bath on
the back, was something the dog wouldn't be inclined to do.
She wiggled her buttocks back against the postman as he did his best to
cancel her lust by enveloping her in an orgasm he special-delivered to
her box. She took her free hand and toyed with one of her nipples,
already taut and hot from the fire being generated in her pussy by the
mailman fucking her so well dog-fashion. Her mouth was dry, her body
tight, as she was rapidly approaching orgasm.
She continued frigging Nina's clit, and the dog fucked and fucked and
fucked, his cock a never-flagging source of screw-delight. Nina had come
several times and showed no inclination to stop, and the dog, whose
instinct was to fuck until uncunted by a snarling bitch, continued
screwing without thought of anything but the pleasure his cock was
bringing him.
At the same moment that Sharon's orgasm crashed over her, Nina began
moaning softly, not in pain but in absolute delight at the sensations
coursing through her body. Sharon gave a short cry as her body throbbed
into its climax. She released Nina's clit and her own tit to clutch the
postman's hand tight against her cunt, while his long, slick cock
continued to slide in and out of her cunt.
Then Sharon gave the postman the benefit of her long and varied fucking
experience ... and brought him to a gushing come in a matter of moments.
With her hand at her crotch, she reached behind her and slipped a finger
into her vagina, where his cock was still moving in and out of her
pussy. Her finger increased the sensation he felt, not only from the
increased friction produced by the additional digit in her cunt, but
also from the way in which she made sure her finger contacted the
sensitive ridge at the head of his cock.
He gripped her hips tightly and drove his cock as deeply into her as he
could. His cock spurted thick, pungent gouts of cream into cunt, and she
kept her finger working to provide him with sensations the likes of
which he'd never had before. Even after his cock had finished shooting
into her, she flexed her finger back and forth, back and forth, sending
sharp bolts of sensation coursing through his body
At that moment, Nina suddenly screamed sharply, grabbed Meat and pulled
his body to her as tightly as she could. She rolled from the couch, and
for several long, fucking moments she and the dog were side by side on
the floor the dog still fucking and Nina trying to pull him so his cock
would drive in her body all the way to the hilt. Then, just as suddenly,
she pushed him away, curling into the fetal position, her hands clasped
over her pussy.
Her moans now were quite audible, and as Sharon and the postman
recovered from the force of their comes, they turned to watch Nina and
Meat. Meat, once his cock had been uncunted, curled up on the floor
exhausted, no and further interest in fucking or anything else. But Nina
concerned them, for she seemed oblivious the reality around her, doing
nothing but laying there on the floor, clutching her cunt and moaning
softly.
"What's the matter with her?" the postman asked, sliding his cock from
Sharon's cunt and wiping it on the couch.
"How the hell do I know?" Sharon replied, struggling to her feet. "I've
never seen anybody come like that."
They knelt over Nina, who didn't know they were there, and pulled her
hands away from her pussy. There was no sign of physical damage from the
fucking the dog had done, but even though it had been many long moments
since she'd thrust the dog away from her, Nina's cunt was still
throbbing.
"Christ, she's still coming!" Sharon said. "No wonder she's just laying
there and letting it happen!"
Sharon and the mailman watched with fascination while Nina kept coming.
They spread her legs so they could watch the throbbing of her pussy, and
the movement didn't seem to abate the level of her sensations in the
slightest.
"Christ, we've got to stop her," Sharon said.
"If she goes on like this much longer, she won't be able to walk for a
week."
"What a glorious way to go," the postman said. "I wish I could come like
that."
"It would hurt after a while," Sharon said. "What the hell can we do?"
"How the hell do I know?" the postman replied. "I've never seen anybody
come like that."
Suddenly inspired, Sharon bent over her girl friend and sucked her long,
hard clitty into her mouth. She sucked it like she would a cock, feeling
her own pleasure renewed by the contact, but more importantly, she felt
Nina begin to buck upward with her hips, and in a few moments the Big
come washed over her and the throbbing spasms stopped. She pushed
Sharon's head away just after that, and in a few more minutes she was
strong enough to sit up.
"God, what happened?" Nina asked, bewildered.
"You started coming and wouldn't stop," Sharon said. She handed Nina a
shot of brandy. "Drink this. It may bring you back to life."
Nina gulped her shot gratefully, shuddered as the fiery liquid scalded
its way down her throat to explode in her stomach in weakening waves
that spread through her momentarily, then her strength started
returning.
"Wow!" she said crawling over to the couch where she struggled up to
sit. "I've never had comes like that."
"We were worried about you," Sharon said.
"It looked like you weren't ever going to stop coming."
"I probably wouldn't," Nina replied. She looked ruefully at the stained
couch cushions. "Damn, the upholsterer's going to have to clean these
cushions ... again."
"Again?" Sharon laughed.
"Again. He gets them about once a month. He doesn't charge me anything
for cleaning them."
"Oh?"
"Nope. We've got a trade-out. He cleans come stains out of my cushions,
and I fuck him. I get the better end of the deal, because I like to fuck
and he doesn't like to clean cushions."
"That's one way to do business, I guess," the postman said. "I guess I
better get dressed and deliver the rest of my mail."
"Fuck the mail," Sharon said. "Let's give Nina time to get her strength
back a little and we'll see if we can't find some ways to make a good
three-way for you on her waterbed."
"But through rain or sheet or snow or black of night ..." the postman
said.
"Bullshit," Sharon laughed. "In the first place, Herodotus didn't say
anything at all about those guys making their appointed rounds if they
could stay home and get some pussy, and in the second place, the postal
service is so fucked up now if you didn't deliver the mail for a couple
of weeks, nobody would notice."
"That's true," the postman said. "At Christmas time, when the mail's
heavy, I sometimes take it home, with me instead of delivering it.
Especially when it's cold outside."
"I don't doubt it," Sharon said. "I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't
have a manual that told you how to give poor service."
"They don't go that far," the postman said. "But the management training
they give teaches them how to cut service back without making customers
mad."
"Christ, think what would happen to a whore house if they used that
philosophy," Nina said.
"The madam would be out of business within a day.
"They ought to run the post office like a whore house," Sharon said.
"Put it on the basis that the customer being serviced was of prime
importance, and things would get better. I'd like to see a madam made
Postmaster General."
"Things would sure change," the postman said. "But why the hell do we
have to talk about my job. There are lots more interesting things to
talk about."
"Yeah," Nina said. "Like me fucking a goddamn dog."
"That was a surprise," the postman said. "I saw it in a movie once, but
I never thought I'd actually see it."
"It's exciting," Nina said.
"It was to me, too," the postman said. "I really got turned on watching
you and him."
"You know how turned on I got," Nina said. "It's a different kind of
feeling than fucking a man."
"Yeah," Sharon interjected, "but I found I liked man-cock better than
dog cock."
"Really?" Nina said.
"Yep. I fucked Meat this morning, and I got fucked while the dog was in
you. And comparing the two like this, I really like man-cock better ...
even when I don't know this gentleman's name."
"I'm sorry," Nina said. "This is Gil. He's my regular postman."
"When Gil gave it to me dog-fashion," Sharon said, "I really liked it
better than the feel of dog-cock in my cunt."
Gil grinned self-consciously.
"I saw the size of that dog's dong," he said. "Thanks for the
compliment."
"I've always said it's not a big cock that can make it good for a girl,"
Nina said. "It's how that cock is used that counts."
"Right," Sharon agreed. "And all the dog can do is climb on and hump. A
man has so many other ways to go."
"You know, I want to find out if I like man-cock better than dog cock,"
Nina said.
"That's the only thing that could get me interested in fucking again so
soon."
"Are you suggesting we go the route on your waterbed?" Sharon asked,
sliding her hand caressingly over Gil's half-hard cock.
"Well," Nina said impishly, "that's the only way I can tell."
Sharon, always the mistress-of-ceremonies when it came to fucking games,
took Gil's cock and led him from the room. Nina followed.
"I've never been in a three-way before," Gil said. "I don't think I'll
be able to fuck you both."
I've had mine," Sharon said. "I'm just along to help out ... or in, as
the case may be."
"You'll get some loving," Nina said. "Don't think I don't know what you
did for me."
"We've never gone that route before," Sharon said. "I didn't know how
you felt about it."
"I love it," Nina said. "I used to get all my loving that way, when I
was a kid in school. We were all afraid of getting knocked up, so we'd
get together after school and suck each other off."
"I'll be damned," Sharon said. "I wish you'd told me that earlier.
Neither one of us would have had to be so frustrated sometimes."
"I didn't know if you'd groove on sucking pussy," Nina said. "I
sometimes go out looking for nothing else."
They crawled on Nina's king-sized waterbed settling on the resilient
surface comfortably before making any sexual contact. Gil was
self-conscious suddenly, in bed with two horny chicks who could out-fuck
him all night. But neither of them gave it any thought, but turned at
trace to making the fucking as great as they could for him. Nina crawled
down and started sucking his cock ... something Sharon would never have
been able to do, because she couldn't suck anything hut the cleanest
cock ... while Sharon turned her attention to sucking his nipples. She
knew, as many women never learned, that the nipples of a man are often
as sensitive as a woman's to sensual stimulation.
Gil's certainly were, for she felt them grow hard between her lips, and
as she licked and sucked them, she was aware of his growing arousal
based on what she was doing. She knew Nina was sucking his cock, but she
also knew that a man's cock, so soon after fucking, is hardly as
sensitive as other parts of his body.
Nina got his cock hard, though, and wasted no time in making the
comparison that was the purpose for her being here. She climbed up on
top of Gil, straddled his cock and guided it into her pussy, lowering
herself on it with a sigh of deep satisfaction as it filled her full.
Then she leaned forward, pressing her tits against his chest, and began
rotating her hips in such a way to give him the greatest fuck she could.
Nina wasn't so experienced as Sharon, but then, few women in the world
could be, for Sharon had made a career of fucking, whereas Nina was
strictly a dabbler. But still she was a skilled fuckstress, and she
prided herself on her skill at being able to bring a man off quickly, or
make his fuck last a long time, whenever she wanted to.
Right now she wanted him to come as quickly as possible, for she knew
he'd spilled his big load in Sharon's cunt during the living room fuck,
and so she needed to make the stimulation as great as she could for him,
in order to keep him going for the requisite amount of time. She
tightened down on her cunt muscles, gripping the hard shaft of his cock
as tightly as she could so that he would receive the benefit of all the
friction her slick slit could provide.
Sharon, never willing to be left out of the action, proceeded at once to
add her contribution to the stimulation they were receiving. She
moistened a finger on each hand by thrusting it into her sopping pussy,
then she worked them into both asses, giving them anal stimulation in
addition to the cunt-fucking they were engaged in. Gil grunted at the
contact, but Nina, intent on her own sensation, made no acknowledgment
of the in-thrusting finger, but Sharon knew she was enjoying it.
Gil started thrusting up against Nina's fiery, fucking body, and in
moments his cock spurted its load of hot cream into her snatch. Sharon
felt his crotch muscles throb around her finger in his ass, and in
seconds she felt Nina's answering come in the same way. Both the happy
fuckers collapsed breathlessly, and Sharon slipped her fingers from
their asses tenderly. She looked at the two, their bodies still joined
but all fucking over, and she was glad. She always felt a warm feeling
of satisfaction when she had managed to help two people fuck
satisfactorily, and especially when she could have a part of the action
herself.
"Well," she said finally, "is he better than the dog?"
Nina looked up from where she'd rested her head on his shoulder.
"A lot better," she said. "If I could keep his cock hard, I'd fuck him
all the time."
"You'd fuck anything you could get going all the time," Sharon said,
grinning at her friend and patting her tenderly the ass at the same
time. "I know you too well, remember?"
"I know," Nina said. She looked down at Gil. "Sharon and I have fucked
together all over California."
"Too bad you didn't let me know," he said. "I would have been happy to
join your parties."
"We know now," Sharon said. "Nina never told me about you before ... but
I never knew in the past why I couldn't get her away from the house
before the mail came."
Nina rolled off Gil slowly and looked at her friend.
"What do you want from us?" she asked, her hand trailing along Sharon's
inner thigh.
"I'm just going to stretch out on my back and let the two of you be as
creative as you can," she said.
And when she was in position, the couple proved they were exceptionally
creative when it came to finding new and different ways to bring
Sharon's experienced body to climax.
Chapter 8
Under pressure from Weird Stanley, Jan led him into her house, her
thoughts really more on the whereabouts of her dog than on the tall,
cadaverous and mentally retarded bartender. She pushed him down on the
couch, asked him if he wanted a beer, got him one when he managed to nod
assent, and then asked him what he wanted.
"I got a message from Davis and Lester," he said. "They tried to call
you, but you didn't answer."
"So they sent you to see, me?" Jan asked skeptically.
"Well, I told them I'd come see you," he volunteered. "They didn't
exactly send me."
"And you came over here hoping to get laid," Jan said disgustedly.
"How'd you guess," the weird one asked. "Somebody tell you?"
"No, Weird," Jan said patiently, realising she was dealing with the
mentality of a child. "I was able to figure it out for myself."
"You're pretty smart, ain't you!" he said sipping his beer. "You think
you're smarter than I am, huh!"
She knew she'd have to humour him, for Weird Stanley was obnoxious at
best, and possibly really nasty at worst. She didn't think he'd become
violent with her, but she wasn't in the mood to take shit from him or
from anybody else right then. All she could think about was that the
marvelous dog she'd come to love so much couldn't be found, and she had
planned to get fucked at least once by him before taking a nap prior to
the orgy at Ma Kidder's tonight
"What was the message you have from Davis!" Jan asked, changing the
subject.
"It's from Davis and Lester," he said doggedly.
"All right, what's the message you have from Davis and Lester!"
"There's something really special at the party tonight," Weird said.
"They don't know what it is, but one of the real special chicks is going
to come tonight and put on a show."
"What kind of show?"
"How the hell do I know? I don't know any more than they do."
"Who's the chick?"
"I don't know. I only seen her once before, and I don't remember her
name."
"I wish I knew what was going to happen," Jan said, sitting in a chair
opposite Weird Stanley and deliberately spreading her legs a little so
he could see the tight band of her white panties. "I wonder what kind of
show it could be."
"The last time, it was a long daisy chain," Weird Stanley said.
"What a daisy chain?" Jan asked naively.
"It's where everybody sucks somebody, while somebody else sucks them, in
a big circle." He shook his head. "I don't like it much, 'cause it too
hard to concentrate on what I'm doing."
"Tough," Jan said, spreading her legs a little wider. She was gratified
to see his cock bulge in his pants, for though it was small and she
didn't want to fuck it, still she hated the thought of a male who wasn't
turned on by her body. "I sometimes have trouble giving a good blow job
when a guy's going down on me good."
"I'll eat your pussy, if you'll let me," Weird Stanley said. "And you
won't have to do anything for me at all."
She cocked her head to one side and looked at him skeptically.
"Really?" she said. "You won't want to fuck me, or want me to blow you,
or anything like that?"
"Really," Weird Stanley said. "I won't want anything but just to get to
suck your sweet pussy."
The kind words were too much for Jan, who loved be appreciated almost
much as she loved to be fucked. And even though Weird Stanley was a cat
she'd never in her life fucked willingly, she was willing let him eat
her out. At least he didn't have chapped lips, like Tall Collie, and it
would be better to let him eat her cunt than have to argue with him
about fucking.
"All right, Weird," she said, lifting her hips and rolling her panties
down over her hips. She pulled her skirt up to her waist and slid
forward in the chair where she was sitting, so he could get at her pussy
with his tongue. "Come on and eat my pussy, you filthy cunt-lapper."
The tall, cadaverous bartender was on his knees in front of her in an
instant, dribbles of saliva flowing down his chin in his, eagerness to
eat this child's cunt. He parted the pink, outer lips of her pussy,
spreading the juicy, pink inner regions that was the centre of her
sexual being. She looked down at her cunt before Weird Stanley buried
his face in her crotch, and she adored the sight of her tiny nubbin of a
clitoris, hard and erect already, in anticipation of the sucking she was
about to receive. Beneath her clitoris was the small opening of her
meatus, which she had just learned last night could provide her with
wild kinds of masturbatory pleasure, and even lower down, the convoluted
folds of her vagina.
She had her opinion about the beauty of her pussy, for she really
believed it was the prettiest pussy in the whole world. If she could
have gotten away with it, she'd have had it painted in oil and hung over
her bed, where she could admire it when she couldn't admire the real
thing.
She even thought the thickening patch of her pussy hair was absolutely
marvelous ... as though she were the only female in the world so
equipped. She regretted that it wasn't thicker than it was, but she was
glad it wasn't as thick as Garbage Lady, for she felt Garbage Lady's
cunt hair was just too thick for a convenient blow job.
Then Weird Stanley's tongue snaked out and touched the terribly
sensitive tip of her clitty, and she arched her back to thrust her pussy
even nearer to his face, so he might offer her oral adoration of a more
direct sort. He sucked her clitty into his mouth, nursing on it like a
nipple, sucking it deeply between his lips and running the tip of his
tongue over it again and again, at the same time that he worried it back
and forth, as though trying to break it off.
The sensations were magnificent for darling Jan, for even if Weird
Stanley were an unsatisfactory fuck, he at least knew how to suck pussy
well. She grabbed him by the back of the head and pressed his face
tightly to her pussy, grinding her Good Parts against him in an agony of
desire, as his lips and tongue probed deeply into the well of her lust,
bringing her nearer and ever nearer to the exploding orgasm that she
sought so desperately.
The weird one cupped her buttocks in his hands, lifting her cunt to his
lips as though quaffing mead in ancient Anglo-Saxon mead halls, but
Weird Stanley was no Anglo-Saxon. All he was a weird kind of fucker with
a tiny cock but an educated tongue that was giving her tongue a graduate
course in oral sex right at the moment.
As her body rocketed into her orgasm, she got her doctorate in being
sucked off. She spasmed and spasmed through her dissertation, her body
in absolute ecstasy from the force of the sensations coursing through
her, and as she graduated into the bliss of fulfilled desire in only
moments. She pushed Weird Stanley's face away and collapsed back into
the chair, for the moment exhausted from the force of the come that had
filled her.
He rocked back on his haunches and looked at her.
"I've got a awful hard on," he said. "Sure would be too bad to waste
it."
"You're absolutely right," Jan said. "So don't waste it."
"You mean it?" he said eagerly.
"Yep," she said. "Don't waste it. Take it out and flog the hell out of
it."
"Jack off?" he cried, dismayed.
"Sure," she said. "I'd like to watch you. I sure as hell don't want to
get fucked by you."
"But ..."
"But you promised you'd eat my pussy but wouldn't want me to do anything
at all."
"Well, yeah, but this is different. It ain't every day I get a hard on
like this."
Jan shrugged, found her panties and pulled them on. Then she smoothed
her skirt primly down over her legs and sat there looking for all the
world like an American Field Service exchange student, a chick who'd
faint if somebody said "fuck" in her presence.
"If you want to use your hard on," she said, "Take it out and jack off.
I'd like to watch."
He looked at her for a moment to see if she were making fun of him ...
for people made fun of Weird Stanley all the time ... and when he
decided she wasn't, he thought it wouldn't be too bad. He did have a
rare hard on, and when he got an erection, it was something not to be
ignored.
So he unbuttoned his pants, looked up in surprise, and said, "I've got
two pairs of pants on today."
Jan suppressed a giggle.
"Why?" she asked.
He frowned thoughtfully for a long time, then said, "I remember. I
didn't have any underwear in my drawer this morning, so I put on an
extra pair of pants instead."
Jan grinned, told him to go ahead and unbutton both pairs of pants. She
watched while he pulled his tiny cock through the fly of both pairs of
pants, giggled a little when she realised it was too short to poke its
way through two pairs of pants.
"You might as well take your pants down," Jan said. "You'll never be
able to do any good with it through all those clothes."
Weird Stanley nodded, unfastened the top buttons on both pairs of
trousers, and pushed them down around his knees. Then he grasped his
cock and began flogging the little tool, still hard, trying bring
himself to a fiery come as quickly as possible. But with the removal of
the stimulation of Jan's pussy, he couldn't come to a climax too soon.
He kept flogging his little cock rapidly, but I that happened was that
it kept growing smaller and smaller. Jan saw his cock shrinking, and
decided to do what she had to in order to bring it back up to the
largest size it could ever reach ... about three inches long and perhaps
half an inch in diameter.
She twisted around in the chair so he could see her crotch, pulled her
panties down to her knees, and began fingering her clitty while he
watched. She was gratified to see his cock begin to grow again, and his
hand fairly flew as he did his best to jack himself off to climax while
looking lustfully at the child's frantic finger-fucking of her cunt.
He looked down at his cock while his hand flew back and forth, gripping
his cock so tightly it would hurt if he hadn't been partially
anaesthetised with lust, and the friction he induced brought him quickly
to the point of orgasm. With a gasp and a cry of fulfilment Weird
Stanley cock shot its load ... two funny looking drips of yellowish
sperm that didn't even clear the head before they started running down
the short shaft of his cock.
"I came! I came!" Weird Stanley cried, delighted with his achievement.
"I told those bastards at the club that I'm oversexed, and this ought to
prove it."
Jan shut her mouth into her hands to keep from bursting out loud in
laughter, for of all the men she knew, Weird Stanley was the least
sexual. For him to characterise himself as oversexed was a joke, at
least to a young chick with as healthy a sexual attitude as teenage Jan.
She knew what sexually was all about, she knew how to fuck, she knew
what fucking between two human beings could mean, and she knew what it
usually did mean. And Weird Stanley's now-and-then comes just didn't fit
into any scheme that included being oversexed.
But Jan, having been taught by her mother never to make another human
being feel badly, regardless of his limitations, didn't say anything to
him. She pulled her panties up around her pussy, handed him a tissue to
clean his hand and his cock, and then stood up. As she did, she tensed,
a momentary surge of panic shooting through her.
"Quick," she cried, "get your pants up and get out the back door."
"Why?" the dim-witted bartender asked.
"Because my mother just pulled up in front of the house, you dumb shit,"
she snapped. "And if she catches you here, there will be hell to pay."
On hearing the reason he must leave suddenly, Weird Stanley stood up,
grasping his pants around his waist, and hurried toward the back door,
toward which Jan directed him. He didn't have time to fasten his pants,
and he'd only managed to catch the waist of one pair, so the inner pair
still rode down around his knees, making running most inconvenient.
He managed, though, to get out the back door and down the driveway while
Jan's mother left her car and entered the front door. When her mother
came into the house, with the dog on a leash, Jan was in the kitchen
innocently making herself a sandwich.
"Meat!" she cried when she saw the dog. "I was so worried that you'd run
away!"
She dropped to her knees and caressed the mutt, until she saw the dog's
cock beginning to peak out into the air. She realised she had to play it
cool and not let her mother see her instill passion in the dog.
"What the hell do you mean, you thought the dog had run away?" Sharon
demanded.
"I got up and didn't find Meat here, so I went looking for him," Jan
said innocently, never in the world believing her mother had any inkling
of the dog's special talent. "He's never been gone before."
"I decided to take him with me when I went over to Aunt Nina's this
morning," Sharon said. "So you shouldn't have worried."
"You could have told me," she said. "You've never taken my dog with you
before."
"He's our dog," Sharon said. "And I'll take him with me whenever I feel
like it."
For a moment Jan was tempted to argue, but she thought better of it,
since to do so would have been to arouse suspicion in her mother about
the vehemence of her defence of her pet. So she remained silent,
finished making her sandwich, was gratified to hear Weird Stanley's car
roar off from in front of her house, and went into her bedroom to think.
Meat followed her, his stubby tail waging generously as Jan led him to
her room. She sensed that her mother had some noted that there was
something between her and her pet, but she couldn't believe that her
mother had any inclination to see the relationship as involving fucking.
And certainly Jan wasn't going to fuck her dog while her mother was in
the house ... unless the old woman was soundly asleep, which she wasn't
likely to be in the middle of the afternoon. So she busied herself all
afternoon with meaningless tasks, more to keep out of her mother's way
than anything else.
With the onset of darkness Jan began to get impatient for her mother to
leave. Usually the old woman left the house shortly after dark, leaving
Jan alone, and she didn't return until after the bars had closed, if at
all. But tonight her pattern was different and Jan was getting nervous.
Even though it was far early for her go the bar for the orgy, still the
young girl longed for her mother to fall back into her accustomed
pattern, so she could make her own plans for the orgy. There was
something special cooking for tonight, and just trying to get an idea in
her mind of what it could be made her crotch juicy enough a man dying of
thirst could have found sustenance there.
She got so hot and bothered she began to long for a quick fuck from
Meat, but with her mother in the house that was impossible. All she
could do was keep the dog close by her, particularly after she noticed
that her mother was spending an inordinate amount of time petting Meat.
She wondered if the old woman suspected Meat's fucking capabilities. She
knew if her mother did, it was entirely possible her mother would take
the pooch away from her and keep it and its cock for herself.
"We can't let that happen, can we, Meat?" Jan asked while the dog was
curled contentedly on the rug next to her bed. "You'd rather have my
young pussy than her old slack one, wouldn't you?"
The dog wagged his stubby tail in acknowledgment as she reached down and
scratched his head. Just then her mother called her.
"Shit, what does the old broad want now?" Jan muttered, getting up and
going into the living room.
"I want to take your dog with me when I go out tonight," Sharon said
without preamble.
"Why?" Jan cried, startled.
"Because I want to, that's why," Sharon said. "I almost got attacked the
other night coming out of a bar, and if I'd had the dog there, the guy
wouldn't have had the guts."
"You said 'almost'," Jan said. "That means the guy didn't attack you for
real."
Sharon grinned self-consciously.
"I decided he didn't have to attack me," she said, touching her hair.
"He was kind of cute."
"If you have Meat there, you won't have that choice," Jan said,
disgusted that her mother was suddenly so open about her liking to get
fucked. Somehow, Jan figured her mother really shouldn't fuck, or if she
did, she shouldn't talk about it.
"I want to take the dog with me," Sharon said, her lips getting tight.
"That's all there is to it. I'm leaving in about an hour. Be sure he's
fed, and take him for a walk before then."
Jan looked at her mother with even more disgust rising within her. But
she knew better than to argue with her, for to do so would simply
generate her ire and they would have a hell of a fight, which in the end
Jan would lose anyway. So she simply said, "Yes, ma'am," and took Meat
with her into the kitchen. She fed him a can of dog food, gave him fresh
water, and then got his leash.
"Want to go for a walk, Meat, old dog?" she asked, and his stubby tail
wagged so hard it looked like it was trying to break off from the body.
"Come on, old dog, let's go outside."
She snapped the leash to his collar, put on a sweater, and left the
house without a word to her mother. She wasn't going to be anything more
than barely polite to the old woman until the issue of the dog was
thoroughly and completely resolved. And tonight, Jan had no intention of
letting her mother take Meat with her. She had her own plans for the
dog, and they included a demonstration of doggy fucking at Ma Kidder's
Bar and Infamous Sex Palace.
So when she left the house, instead of my walking around the block, she
headed over toward Blossom Hill Road, where Ma Kidder's was located. She
knew she couldn't stay at the bar right then, but maybe one of the fine
fuckers who hung out there would be willing to let her stay at her house
until time for the fucking to get under way. She be willing to give a
blow job in exchange for refuge right then, so when she got to the bar
she tied Meat to a bicycle rack next to the Thrifty Drug Store next door
and walked in.
Weird Stanley was behind the bar, Robbie Lester was on the bandstand,
and Davis was standing near the jukebox, talking on the phone. She
motioned to him, he finished his conversation and hurried over to her.
"What's the matter, little chick?" he asked. "You look upset."
She grimaced disgustedly.
"It's my mother," she said. "She was giving me a hard time, so I had to
split."
"You can't stay here," he said. "And we can't close for three hours or
so yet."
"I know, but I thought maybe you'd get one of the people here to let me
stay at their house until it's time." She smiled knowingly up at him.
"I'd make it worthwhile, you know."
"I'm sure you would, little chick," Davis said. "Let me see who's here."
He disappeared inside for a few minutes, then came back with a skinny,
ugly chick Jan had never met.
"Jan, this is Annie." Davis said. "She'll take you to her apartment for
a while, then come get you when it's time."
"Thank you," Jan said, looking at the woman's pockmarked face, crippled
haircut, and garishly dyed hair. She didn't say anything, for her mother
had always taught her if she couldn't say something nice, not to say
anything at all. "I really appreciate it."
"Let's go, Jan," the woman said. "And call me Dyed Annie. Everybody else
around here does."
"Dyed Annie?" Jan said questioningly.
"That's right. This dumb fucker here has given almost everybody who
comes in here some kind of stupid name, and Dyed Annie's mine. You'd
never guess why."
"I guess because you dyed your hair."
"You're a smart kid," Dyed Annie said, taking Jan by the arm and leading
her from the bar. "You're too smart for those pieces of shit in there."
Jan shrugged.
"They've been nice to me so far," she said.
"All they want to fuck your body," Dyed Annie said. "They even want to
fuck me and I'm a lot older and a lot more used up than you."
Jan collected Meat, and together the three of them walked across the
parking lot to Dyed Annie's decrepit automobile.
"But I like to fuck," Jan protested.
"Sure, you do," Dyed Annie said. "But you don't have to hang around a
bunch of fucked up drunks in order to get cock. Especially a young chick
like you. You could have any man you wanted, just by letting him know
you wanted to get laid and wouldn't scream to the fuzz."
"I wish I felt as confident as you," Jan said. "Hell, I just got fucked
for the first me less than two weeks ago."
"So you haven really had a chance to find out what it's all about," Dyed
Annie said, opening the door of her VW. Meat scrambled into the back
seat, while Jan settled herself on a ripped seat. They drove off the
parking lot into the darkness of Los Patos, heading for Dyed Annie's
apartment. "But if it's your thing, I guess you're entitled to it."
They drove six blocks, to a rabbit-warren apartment building, and Dyed
Annie guided Jan into her apartment. It was of a number with the
automobile ... the furniture was threadbare and the whole place was
cluttered. It was, Jan noted at once, clean, but there was no sign of
anything having a place into which it could be properly put.
"You can watch television if you want to," Dyed Annie said, moving a
pile of books from the end of the couch so Jan could sit down. "There
some cold drinks in the refrigerator if you want some. Make yourself at
home."
"Uh ..." Jan said tentatively, looking suggestively at Dyed Annie's
tits. "I ... well ..."
"No, Jan," Dyed Annie said softly, a little sadly. "I don't want you
sexually. I don't want you doing anything for me, and I don't want your
body. Not right now. Maybe I will at the orgy tonight, but right now, I
think I'll just keep it cool and enjoy knowing you as the sweet young
chick you are."
"You know I don't mind," Jan said. "I really don't. In fact, I'd kind of
like to."
There was a note of sadness in Dyed Annie's voice when she replied.
"No, Jan. It's not because I don't think you're a sweet, desirable young
thing. I do, and I swing both ways whenever I get the chance I'd like
nothing better than to have your darling tongue doing is talented thing
in my snatch ... but better than that is not having you."
"I don't understand," Jan said. "Is there ... is there something wrong
with me?"
Dyed Annie shook her head.
"No, darling. And I know you'll understand later, when you're older.
You'll remember me as the only chick who turned down a chance at your
body while it was still young and unspoiled. But there's nothing wrong
with you." A tear stood in the corner of her eye. "There probably
something wrong with me."
With that she turned and hurried from the apartment, leaving Jan staring
after her, puzzled.
"Come on, Meat," Jan said, "let's clean this place up. I don't see how
anybody can be so messy."
And Jan busied herself straightening Dyed Annie's apartment, for her
mother had always taught her that neatness was next to Godliness.
Chapter 9
Jan was restless all through the evening, while she caned Dyed Annie's
apartment. She was horny, but that was a normal, natural condition for
her, especially since she was looking forward to getting fucked at the
orgy at Ma Kidder's later.
"But Christ," she muttered to herself. "The mood I'm in, I might tell a
good looking cock to fuck off."
She spread the blankets neatly on Dyed Annie's bed, could find no bed
sheets with which to make it, picked up two weeks' worth of newspapers,
washed and dried a sink full of dishes, and then flopped dispiritedly on
the couch. She idly slid her finger within the band of her panties and
toyed with her clitoris, not really jacking off, but just keeping her
motor idling, as it were. She was certainly glad her body was so well
tuned, for lately she'd been fucking and sucking with broads who needed
a lot more attention than just having a new carburettor installed. These
were broads who stalled right in the middle of the action, and Jan sure
hoped she'd never be like that.
Without warning, Meat started nosing into her crotch, slurping his juicy
tongue over her inner thighs and dampening the crotch of her panties.
"Get away, Meat," Jan said crossly. "I'm not in the mood to go the route
for a full scale doggy fuck."
But Meat would not be denied. He continued licking at her crotch until
finally she could resist him no longer. She lifted her hips in the air,
rolled her panties down over her legs and kicked them carelessly in the
air. They landed on the television tuning knob, the damp crotch swinging
directly into the face of an announcer doing a used-car commercial with
a skunk he was calling his dog, Spot. She giggled at the ridiculous
picture it made.
"I wonder if I could sell pussy on TV," she mused. "I could use my dog,
Meat, to help me."
She shook her head and dismissed the white-hatted good guy and spread
her legs so the dog could get at her pussy. His long, raspy tongue
snaked out and contacted her pussy, but the lips were still mostly
closed, so she didn't really get the best feeling she could.
"Here, let me help you," Jan said, reaching down and opening the lips of
her pussy as widely as she could. As soon as the juicy, pink flesh was
exposed, Meat shot his tongue out a second time, and this time he
dropped it into her love-crevasse right at her vagina, and then he
slurped upward and he hit her clitoris.
She jumped, startled at the depth of sensation that shot through her.
"I must need fucking more than I thought," she said, scratching the
dog's head lovingly. "But a quick doggy tongue ought to take care of me
really good."
The dog continued licking at her snatch, not really aiming at the
sensitive spots she loved for him to touch, but he managed to get them
often enough in his noisy, juicy slurping lick of her cunt that rocketed
her into orbit. She started moaning loudly as her come approached, her
lust driving her to finger her clitty while the dog continued to lick
her pussy magnificently.
"Oh!" she cried. "Oh Meat, you cunt-licking son of a bitch! You
hot-tongued pervert! Lick my cunt, you crazy fucking dog. Make me a
bitch, goddamn it. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She humped her hips forward with
frantic abandon, trying to get an even better tongue-fuck than she
already was receiving. "Oh Meat, I'm coming! I'm coming!"
And she did!
In spades!
She spasmed.
She throbbed.
She collapsed, pushing the dog away. In spite of that, Meat continued
trying to lick his teenage mistress' cunt, for he had developed a taste
for it, and liked it better than the old cunt he'd fucked that morning.
He even liked the taste better than the canned dog food they fed him.
Unlike some of his human colleagues, he liked eating pussy better than
eating dinner.
"Meat, leave me alone," Jan said, closing her legs and standing up.
"That's all I want right now."
She noticed he had a tremendous hard on.
"I'm not going to give you any now," she said. "I don't know how long
you can last, and I sure as hell don't want you petering out before the
orgy."
Meat wagged his stub of a tail, exactly as if he really understood what
she was saying to him. He was happy to have the attention for since he
and Jan had started their fuck-thing, she'd been extraordinarily
attentive to him. He couldn't understand that she was using him for his
body only, and that there could never he anything permanent between
them. It wasn't that she would be deliberately cruel, but there was just
such a vast gulf in their family connections and background that
anything they had together could only be a fling for her. And he was
deceiving himself if he thought there ever could be anything more
between them than just sex.
After all, she couldn't even take him into a supermarket with her.
And what could they possibly name the children? Fido? Butch? Spot?
No, she couldn't do that to children anywhere. She'd known a kid in
school whose mother was white, and the father was black. And that kid
had hell of a life to live, so she could imagine what the problems would
be if she wound up with kids who were half dog and half human.
"It's a good thing I can't get knocked up by you, Meat old dog," she
said. "I'd hate to have kids who were half and half." She grinned at
him. "I've seen some broads who are all dog, and they are something
else."
She slipped into her panties, grimacing wryly as the damp crotch felt
cold against her still warm flesh.
"Damn, you mess a girl up," Jan said, looking at herself in the mirror.
"I look downright bedraggled." She purposely spread the word out,
putting the emphasis on the bed, for since she'd learned to fuck she had
raised beds in her estimate several points.
She brushed her hair, straightened her clothes, and then went back into
the living room, where dog Spot was once more selling used cars.
"Christ that guy never gives up," she said, flopping back down on the
couch, but in such a way that Meat couldn't lap at her crotch with his
tongue. For the moment her passion was assuaged, and though she would be
ready for all the action at Ma Kidder's later, right now all she wanted
to do was rest.
It was good, she thought, that she could fuck as freely as she could,
without having to worry about getting pregnant. And it wasn't because
she took any extra care, either. She was taking birth control pills,
though her mother would have flipped if she'd realised Jan knew it. Dear
old Mom had gotten them for her when some trouble developed in the
regularity of her periods, but the old woman refused to tell her what
they were. All she told her was that they were pills that would solve
her period problems ... but, Jan, ever an inquisitive child, got
friendly with the pharmacist where her mother bought the pills and found
out what they really were.
But, contrary to what Sharon probably thought her daughter would do, Jan
didn't go out and get herself fucked just because she had the pill. With
or without the pill, she would have started fucking when she did,
because in the throes of passion, damned few people ever think about
getting knocked up. The fact that she had the pill was simply fortuitous
... though Jan knew she didn't have to worry if she confined her fucking
to Meat. She could never get pregnant on the dog.
But she didn't intend to restrict her activities that way. She was only
thirteen years old, but she was ready becoming selective enough to know
that she was never going to limit her fucking from just one source. She
liked cock, sure, but she also liked tongue, whether the body at the
other end of the tongue was male or female. She also liked doggy tongue
and pooch cock, though she knew instinctively that Meat was an unusual
dog. Not every dog in the world would be so eager to fuck and lick her,
so she knew she'd treasure the mutt.
The thought of Meat's newly acquired talent made her wonder suddenly why
her mother had wanted the dog with her tonight. Sharon had never taken
the dog before, and in fact had always resented the mutt's presence ...
until this morning. She'd had Meat with her during the morning, and then
she wanted him with her tonight.
"Is my old lady fucking you, Meat?" she asked speculatively.
Meat wagged his stubby tail.
"I'll bet, by God, she did," Jan said. "What a horny old woman."
Jan started thinking about her mother and the fucking she knew the old
woman did. It wasn't that Sharon was really that much older than Jan,
but just that the years had created a gulf between them they'd been
unable to bridge. They had nothing to talk about, ever, for Jan didn't
want to hear about how big a cock that one had, or how that one sucked
her pussy. And that what Sharon discussed with her girl friends over the
phone, reliving the fucking of the night before almost before she'd
finished her first cup of coffee.
And how many nights, Jan wondered, had she been awakened by sounds of
her mother getting fucked just on the other side of the wall that
separated their bedrooms. When it first happened, when Jan was a little
girl, she didn't know what was going on, and sometimes she thought her
mother must be having a bad dream.
But after she learned about fucking, even before she indulged herself
she realised the fact that Mom was a horny old bitch who took to bed any
male with a cock she could make stand.
She grinned wryly at Meat.
"I'm growing up in a rotten environment, Meat," she said. "If I had a
better home, I probably would never have learned to fuck you. But then,
I would have been screwed up in the head some other way."
Meat wagged his tail approvingly. When she didn't pay any further
attention to him, he curled around on the floor in such a position that
he could lick his balls. It had been his doing that from which Jan had
originally conceived the idea of fucking him, and now they were both
more delightfully experienced than they had been just a few days before.
Jan reflected that since she'd started fucking, she'd probably fucked
more people and animals than most women ever manage to do in their
lives. She'd started with the fancy-fucking Davis, then the three-balled
banjo-player, and at the orgy, she'd been dicked or licked by Tim
Bessemer, Benny O'Boyle, the Garbage Lady, Irish Deirdre, and Santa Cruz
Shirley, amongst others she couldn't even name. She'd taken so naturally
to fucking it was as though she'd been born to it, for there was no
guilt, no destructive self-recriminations, that followed her
indulgences. She was, on the whole, terribly satisfied with the kind of
girl she was.
"The only problem I have," she said, transforming her thoughts into a
remark directed at the dog, "is that Mom and I just don't have anything
to talk about. I don't want to hear what she says about the fucks she's
gotten, and I sure as hell can't tell her about the fucks I've gotten."
But she wished there was something they shared together besides the
house her father had built before he split for parts unknown. So often,
when only the two of them were home, Jan wished she could talk to her
mother ... about anything. She felt a deep need to communicate, and
right then she'd do anything she had to just to establish something with
her mother.
"Shit," she said, repeating Irish Deirdre's favourite word. "That's not
going to happen either. She won't, and I don't know how."
Purposely pushing such thoughts out of her mind, Jan concentrated on the
television, where for yet another time Spot was on the screen with his
white-hatted master, trying to sell a tan van with a disabled
carburettor. She forced herself to watch the movie that followed, for
she had fill the time until Dyed Annie came to pick her up and take, her
to the orgy. Jan hoped they closed the bar early and started the fucking
soon, for she felt a desperate urge to be held and comforted by someone.
So the sooner she could get cock into her body the better.
"I wonder why they call it cock and cunt," she mused. She pulled her
skirt up and looked down at her pussy. The pubic hair was mashed by the
crotch of her panties so that it resembled a can full of worms, or
perhaps a malaria germ. "Hello, cunt," she said, and for the next couple
of minutes she rolled the word around on her tongue, exploring it in its
infinite variety. "Cunt," she said. "Cunt. Cunt. Cunt."
But they were not cries. She tried different tones of voice, and noted
that with some cunt sounded like a dirty word, while with others it
sounded sweet, lovely, and juicy.
"How weird," she said, forgetting then about fucking and all the other
good things, and returning her attention once more to the television.
The movie caught her interest, and from then until it was time to go,
she was caught up in the doings of an actor she didn't know, but whose
large ears and moustache made her pussy tingle with absolute delight,
just thinking about what fucking with him would be like.
She couldn't know that whole generations of women had come in their
panties watching this same man, called in his part Rhett Butler. Nor did
she know she was a watching the last great movie made in America.
But her black mood was in the process of returning, and she said, "Shit,
Meat. I feel so rotten, I wish could get laid right now. That would have
to make me feel better."
Fucking, she was sure, was the answer to any and every problem. And in a
way, she was right.
Chapter 10
By the time the orgy was due to get under way, Jan had recovered her
spirits somewhat, though she still wondered just what Dyed Annie had
meant. She heard the decrepit VW drive up outside, so she took Meat and
went outside. This time Dyed Annie was in a different mood.
"Get in, chick," she said thickly, "and let's go give those fuckers the
fuck of their lives."
Jan nodded, happy now to be treated with this kind of familiarity, for
she could understand talking about fucking. Talking about not fucking
made her uncomfortable.
"I'm ready for anything," Jan said, guiding her dog into the back seat
once more.
"What's the dog for?" Dyed Annie asked as she clumsily turned the car
around and headed for the bar.
"I'm going to fuck it," Jan said matter-of-factly.
"I'll be damned," Dyed Annie said softly. "I never would have thought
it."
They didn't say anything else during the short drive to the bar, but
when they got there Dyed Annie parked in back, out of sight of the
parking lot. They approached the back door together and were quickly
admitted, the door opening silently and closing behind them immediately.
The scene was similar to the one Jan had experienced the night before,
but there were more people present. A lot of them Jan didn't know, and
she knew even if she were introduced to them, she wouldn't remember
their names. So she decided to wait until they introduced themselves by
sticking their cocks in her body if they were men, or kissed her pussy,
if they were women.
She fastened Meat to a table in the back, next to the dart board, and
went into the main part of the bar to see what the action was. Dyed
Annie had disappeared once they were inside, and as she made her way
through the crowd, she nodded to Benny O'Boyle and Tim Bessemer, both of
whom she had fucked happily on several occasions before, and Irish
Deirdre, whom she hadn't enjoyed fucking the last time.
Davis pinched her ass and told her they were waiting for somebody
special, because there was going to be a special kind of show that
night. But since the mistress of ceremonies hadn't shown up, the orgy
was going to have to wait awhile.
Jan didn't know what to do with herself, so she slipped off into a
corner to wait. She didn't want a drink, and there were just so many
people there she didn't know she had no one to talk to. She'd have been
willing, right then, to talk to Weird Stanley, but he was busy behind
the bar, Davis had disappeared, and Robbie Lester was keeping watch at
the back door, waiting for the appearance of the mistress of ceremonies
... the chick no one in the place knew was darling Jan's mother.
After almost an hour of delay, though, the people were getting restless,
a couple had already left, as Davis came to the end of the bar get
things going. Before he could, through, he was caught by Jan, who
whispered something in his ear. His eyes grew wide when he heard what
she said, but after a moment reflection, he nodded. Jan skipped away
merrily to get Meat as Davis got everyone attention.
Jan pulled the dog up on the stage behind her as Davis made the
announcement that she had something special for them all, replacing his
announcement with the statement that since Daisy Chain Sharon was so
late, they were going to have to start without her. There were murmurs
of dissatisfaction when he said that, for Sharon was a big drawing card
whenever she agreed to preside at an orgy. But the hour was growing
late, so they proceeded.
The murmurs of dissent faded away rapidly when Robbie Lester brought the
blood-red spot-light up on her, standing alone in the middle of the
stage. Meat sat obediently at her side, watching her with some degree of
anticipation, for his juicy red cock was ready showing out of his
sheath. Jan began undressing slowly, with the born instinct of an
exhibitionist. She shed her outer garments quickly and then teased in
removing her bra, taking an exceptional amount of time before dropping
it away and letting the audience see her firm, ripe breasts, not too
large, for she was only thirteen, but promising great things for the
future.
Then she rolled her bikini panties down over her hips, at first barely
revealing the top line of her pubic hair, and then gradually showing
more and more of her pussy, until finally she dropped the garment around
her ankles and kicked off her saddle Oxfords. She stood proudly then,
naked and glad to be looked at by the men and women gathered in the club
to fuck. She turned slowly, so everyone could get a good look at her
body, and then she settled in to the business at hand.
She petted her dog gently, and Meat stood up, his cock ready hard and
dangling lewdly beneath his belly.
"My God, she's going to fuck the dog," a woman sitting at a table nearby
said in a hiss that was electrified with emotion.
Jan knelt and slowly, carefully, lovingly, started jacking Meat of ...
an act she was already expert in, and which the dog had learned to love
almost as much fucking.
No one made a sound as Meat started coming, shooting his sticky gism
into a wet stain on the stage. But Jan had no intention of merely giving
a demonstration on the techniques of dog masturbation, so after a few
moments of the hand job, she slithered beneath the dog's belly on her
back and guided his huge dork deep into her mouth. She sucked deeply
swallowing Meat's come as avidly she would have swallowed the come of
any man in the world except Weird Stanley.
The woman who'd hissed her comment a few moments earlier turned her face
away sharply when she realised Jan was blowing the dog, but her hand was
under her skirt and it was obvious, had anyone been watching her, that
she was frigging herself furiously.
Jan continued sucking Meat delicious cock, swallowing his come as
rapidly as he shot it, but she had certain difficulty keeping his cock
in her mouth, for be was hunching frantically in the desperation of his
lust. After all, it had now been several hours since he'd fucked a human
female, and he was so used to getting some every couple of hours he was
really horny and feeling deprived.
Then Jan decided it was time to take Meat's cock into her pussy, so she
rolled over and let Meat mount her from behind, just as he would a real
bitch in heat. But his cock was at the wrong angle to go into her snatch
without help. Before Jan could reach under herself and guide Meat's dork
into her lovely young body, the woman who turned away when she was
sucking the dog leaped up onto the stage, grasped Meat's cock and aimed
it property into Jan's snatch. She even helped the dog make his
insertion, pushing him forward until his cock was buried in Jan's
thirteen-year-old cunt all the way to the hilt. Then she ripped off her
clothes, and while Jan was getting a proper fucking from behind, dog
fashion by a dog, she pressed her pussy right in Jan's face, urging the
darling child to suck her off. Jan did her best, but no chick, not even
Jan, could give a good blow job while being fucked so magnificently by
such a marvelous dog as Meat.
And Meat's come was shooting into her, streaming out of her over-full
pussy and flowing down the inner part of her thighs, making her sticky
and absolutely in heaven. But, to oblige the woman who obviously needed
sucking off as much as she did, Jan tried to give her a tongue job at
the same time. The woman was so horny it took only a flick or two of the
darling child's tongue on her clit before she came, but she wanted a lot
more sucking than that, so she kept her cunt glued to the child's face.
Around the stage, and indeed, throughout the room, clothes were being
rapidly discarded as one couple after the other set out to get the best
of the fucking pleasure they could from the scene. And every man in the
place had promised himself he was going to try and get a piece of Jan's
ass before the night was over, for she was easily the most attractive,
most exciting woman there. The fact that she was only thirteen and
jail-bait wouldn't slow any one of them down.
Darling Jan had decided to let Meat fuck her as long as he wanted, for
she had never yet exhausted the dog, so she remained on her knees, with
her buttocks in the air, with the dog hunching and hunching away,
seemingly never going to stop, for his cock was pouring endless
quantifies of gism into her steaming snatch. The woman she had sucked
was replaced by Tim Bessemer's steel-hard cock, which she sucked to
orgasm quickly, not realising that the sight of her getting fucked by
the dog was exciting everyone in the room to bizarre degrees.
She swallowed Tim Bessemer's come, felt her own Big Come crashing down
upon her, and just held on while it happened. She throbbed and throbbed
as Meat's cock kept sliding in and out of her, and before she was
through Benny O'Boyle presented his cock for her attention. Benny's cock
was thick, like a sausage, and kind of flabby. It never got as hard as
Tim's, but it lasted longer when he was fucking with it, and darling Jan
loved it just as much. She gave Benny the best blow job she could, and
while she was so busily engaged, she became aware of a hush falling over
the room, and she wondered why.
A few moments before, Robbie Lester had opened the back door and
admitted Daisy Chain Sharon.
"Where have you been?" he whispered.
"I was looking for my daughter," Sharon said. "She left the house
earlier tonight, to take her dog for a walk, and she didn't come back."
"Your ... daughter ... and ... her ... dog?" Robbie Lester said slowly,
carefully.
"That's right," Sharon said. She started stripping. "But on the way over
here, I got stopped by the Los Patos police, and I had to give the son
of a bitch a fast fuck down by the lake, or he would have given me a
ticket. Get me a coke, so I can sluice out my pussy."
Robbie turned away to do her bidding, wondering how in the hell he was
going to be able to explain the action on the stage. He tried to get
Davis' attention, but his partner had his nose buried in Garbage Lady's
thick thatch of pussy hair and couldn't hear him. Then he decided there
was nothing he could do, so he got Daisy Chain Sharon a coke and took it
back to her.
She shook the bottle sharply a couple of times, until the liquid was
foaming sharply, then thrust the neck of the bottle into her cunt. The
foam spilled out of the bottle, into her cunt, washing it of its
corrosive fuzz-come.
"There," she said. "I feel better now. I'd hate to mix good people come
with a cop's."
"There's something you ought to know," Robbie said as Daisy Chain Sharon
started into the main part of the bar, but before he could tell her, she
stopped cold, her eyes transfixed on the action on the stage.
Darling Jan was avidly swallowing Benny O'Boyle's come, while Meat was
still hunching away frantically, his cock buried in Jan's cunt. And as
Daisy Chain Sharon recognised her daughter, she watched a woman pulled
the dog from Jan's cunt and guide it into her own. At the same time,
Dyed Annie crawled up behind Jan and started licking and sucking the
doggy come from her cunt and her thighs.
"What ... what I was going to tell you," Robbie Lester said weakly,
suddenly feeling her band cupping his three balls. For a terrifying
moment, he was afraid he was going to lose them, but then she started
stroking his cock.
"Come on, you horse-fucking son of a bitch," Daisy Chain Sharon said.
"Let's get up there and join her. I'm sure she can teach me some things
about how to fuck that dog."
Robbie felt a strong surge of relief fill him, and he followed her to
the stage. Jan didn't them approach until they were on stage and
fucking. There was an uncomfortable pause in the rhythm of the fucking
as mother and daughter looked at each other for the first time and
really saw each other.
"Oh, hi, Mom," Jan said nervously. "Fancy running into you here."
Daisy Chain Sharon smiled warmly.
"Finish what you're doing," she said. "I've always taught you not to
talk with your mouth full. We'll talk later."
With her mother's seal of approval on her fucking activities, lovely
young Jan turned back the cock she'd been sucking on with gusto and
finished the stranger off in a matter of a few sucks. Meanwhile, she'd
had a succession of men replacing the dog, after her cunt and thighs had
been licked clean, and she'd had more men than she'd expected in a month
of orgasms. So she struggled away from the eager fuckers trying to get a
piece of her body, noted that Meat was already exhausted, sleeping in
the back corner of the stage and that her mother had a cock in her pussy
and a cock in her mouth.
Jan went to sit at a table on the dance floor, to watch her mother
finishing with her fucking, for suddenly now the two of them had much to
talk about. They'd found a level of communication both could understand,
and Jan knew that from now on she and her mother would be very close.
The darling child wondered briefly what her mother's pussy was going to
taste like?
She decided to save that for home, later. She and her mother and Meat
had quite a life ahead of them.
The End
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