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.