finger, but Sharon knew she was enjoying it.
Gil started thrusting up against Nina's fiery, fucking body, and in moments his cock spurted its load of hot cream into her snatch. Sharon felt his crotch muscles throb around her finger in his ass, and in seconds she felt Nina's answering come in the same way. Both the happy fuckers collapsed breathlessly, and Sharon slipped her fingers from their asses tenderly. She looked at the two, their bodies still joined but all fucking over, and she was glad. She always felt a warm feeling of satisfaction when she had managed to help two people fuck satisfactorily, and especially when she could have a part of the action herself.
«Well,» she said finally, «is he better than the dog?»
Nina looked up from where she'd rested her head on his shoulder.
«A lot better,» she said. «If I could keep his cock hard, I'd fuck him all the time.»
«You'd fuck anything you could get going all the time,» Sharon said, grinning at her friend and patting her tenderly the ass at the same time. «I know you too well, remember?»
«I know,» Nina said. She looked down at Gil. «Sharon and I have fucked together all over California.»
«Too bad you didn't let me know,» he said. «I would have been happy to join your parties.»
«We know now,» Sharon said. «Nina never told me about you before … but I never knew in the past why I couldn't get her away from the house before the mail came.»
Nina rolled off Gil slowly and looked at her friend.
«What do you want from us?» she asked, her hand trailing along Sharon's inner thigh.
«I'm just going to stretch out on my back and let the two of you be as creative as you can,» she said.
And when she was in position, the couple proved they were exceptionally creative when it came to finding new and different ways to bring Sharon's experienced body to climax.
Chapter 8
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
