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.