«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
