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
