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.
