He'd dreamed of her often enough, jerked off thinking about pouring the meat to her, and now he'd seen her in the raw. True, it was just a flash, but it was a flash complete with enough detail to tell him her pussy was well-haired and her tits we thrusting and firm.
«You're right, Fred,» Mabel replied.» And it's no wonder, the way that hussy of a mother sleeps around all the time.»
And Mabel secretly wished she had guts enough to step out on Fred, to feel, for change, a hand on her body that held some interest in her. But she was too chicken open her legs to a strange man, and had long ago given up the hope of getting a good come from her husband. For the last ten years they'd fucked without her feeling anything in the encounter … not even disgust, which dismayed her.
The couple sat and stared at the now closed door, their thoughts miles apart but both centred on the same thing, really. Fucking.
When Meat entered the house, Jan closed the door quickly, though she knew her neighbours had seen her standing there without anything on. She didn't give a damn, for then was no trouble they could get her into. Not just for calling her dog.
They couldn't know what she planned for Meat, once she got him into the house and calmed down enough so she could put her plan into action. Her mouth watered at the prospect of what was to come, and she could hardly wait. She was determined to try everything she could with the horny dog, as long as she could get his cock hard and the dog was interested in sex with her.
But at the same time, she didn't want to hurry it. It was too important, too good, too exciting, to rush. All the good things, she'd discovered could be better if they were savoured, enjoyed a little bit at a time, and not rushed through. So she was determined to extract from this coming encounter every bit of pleasure she could … and the anticipation was at least as good as the act itself.
«Meat,» she said in a sultry voice when she got the dog into the living room. «I'm going to do something for you there's not a bitch in the world who'd think of doing … unless Santa Cruz Shirley might.» She knew it was unkind to think bad thoughts about Santa Cruz Shirley, for her mother had taught her always to be charitable, but Santa Cruz Shirley was such a cunt.
She petted the dog lovingly, and the horny beast anticipated more fun and games, for he promptly rolled on his back and his large juicy cock began to peek inquiringly from its sheath of skin.
«You son of a bitch,» she laughed, rubbing his cock openly now. Gone was all of the hesitation she'd felt before, although the thrill of doing something forbidden was still there. She began jacking the dog's cock again, rubbing up and down until she had it in full erection, and once again the dog jumped to his feet and began humping the air as she continued to hand-fuck him. «You're getting as much of a kick out of this as I am.»
Keeping her hand busy, in order not to distract him from his pleasure, Jan slipped down in such a way that she was lying flat on her back.
Then she lifted one of Meat's hind legs and put it on the other side of her chest, so that she was looking straight up at the huge cock she was jacking off. The dog's thin sticky come was shooting forth in almost continuous spurts, wetting first her face. then her tits as she slipped farther under the animal.
«I may be a perverted bitch, Meat,» she muttered, enjoying the feel of the hot, sticky juice on her face and body. «But you've got a lovely cock.»
She continued to stroke, it for another several moments, enjoying the feel of hot, sticky juice shooting all over her. Then she slowly raised her head and, opening her mouth widely, engulfed the hot, slick shaft of the dog's cock in her mouth.
Meat began humping frantically, and it all but gagged her to try and keep up with him, but she managed to adjust the movement of her head to the same rhythm of his humping, so that she didn't have to take too much dog-peter in her mouth at one time. She wouldn't have minded if it hadn't been so thick it wouldn't slide easily down her throat.
And the come!
It was magnificent!
It was better tasting than the fancy-fucking Davis'!
I was richer than three-balled Robbie Lester's!
It was more copious than Benny O'Boyle's!
And it was better than anything that Weird Stanley had to offer!
She sucked and sucked, swallowing rapidly in order to keep up with the emission spurting constantly from her pet. Her body was so hot she was coming just from the act she was performing. The juice was oozing from her pussy and running down the cheeks of her ass, staining the carpet beneath her. and she didn't even have a hand near her pussy. She became frantic now for his cock, gripped it with both hands and sucked furiously, forgetting everything but the hot stream of dog gism shooting down her throat and filling her stomach, causing as it did comes to burst within her body with the fury of incorporated pistols. Meat began to whimper softly as she sucked and sucked, for his comes were beginning to he painful to him, but he made no move to disengage her from his cock.
And she sucked on, unwilling now that she had started to relinquish the pleasure she was receiving from this act that was so forbidden that in times past both human and animal would be put to death for committing it. And if her mother caught for at it, she might very well be whipped nearly to death. The spice only added to her pleasure, for she knew that her mother couldn't possibly come home that night, for she was shacked up with «Aunt Nina» in Saratoga or Redwood Estates, probably with some well-hung young kid she'd talked into fucking her. Jan knew her mother wouldn't return home until the cock she was fucking either departed or was so absolutely worn out further efforts at fucking would be useless. If Jan had known what her mother was doing at that particular moment, she would instantly have revised her opinion of the old woman.
But Jan didn't really care about her mother right then, for she, was still sucking the long, thick cock of her dog Meat, gripping it tightly in both hands as she did so, and it was only when the dog collapsed heavily atop her that she relinquished his cock and let it slide from her lips, leaving a trail of gism down her chin and across her tits as he rolled away, completely spent. Jan was completely spent also, her body covered with a fine patina of sweat from the exertion of sucking her dog off. Her body was sticky, too, from the vast quantities of gism her dog had spurted over her, and she climbed slowly to her feet and made her way the bathroom to shower. She was well satisfied at the moment, having from had more than her share of glorious comes animal she had seduced.
She ran the shower until the hot water began to flow, then she stepped inside.
The sticky gism, mixed with her sweat, ran from her body as she soaped the lovely, thirteen year old flesh and let the water stream from her, carrying the fatigue and sex-juices down the drain. She closed her eyes and let the water caress her, pretending she had a man holding her tightly in her arms. Right then, she wanted more than anything else to snuggle into the arms of a man and be held tightly, not to fuck, not to do anything at all but rest and be reassured that everything was all right. Fucking was pleasure, true, but as young as she was she knew that fucking was not the end goal of life, that there was much more to it if one had but the ability to find it. With her body completely satiated, she could afford the philosophy that allowed for speculation beyond her fuck-need.
It was completely dark in the house when she left the bathroom and made her way back into the living room. She turned on the Television but left the lights out, stretched out on the couch once again, and tried to interest herself in the program flickering on the electronic screen. Meat walked up and rested his head on her tummy. She scratched his ear.
«You're a good fucker, Meat,» she said warmly, knowing he couldn't, understand the words, but he could appreciate her tone of approval. «You've got a great cock, and I'm going to get to know it better.»
Meat wagged his stubby tail warmly as she continued to pet him, until she fell asleep. The dog curled up next to the couch and in a short time he, too, was asleep.
She was awakened by the early morning chill on her unblanketed body. The television was whistling, and when she got up to get a blanket, Meat opened his eyes and looked at her expectantly. She rubbed his head gently, snapped off the TV and cuddled back down on the couch under a blanket and returned to sleep. She was thoroughly exhausted still, and the sight of the black night and darkened house didn't encourage her to stay up.
Early the next morning, while the sky was still grey from the 'night and morning low clouds and fog, so prevalent in the weather of the San Jose area, she felt Meat's cold nose poke under the blanket and nuzzle against her side.
