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.