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 a boy, she shouldn't do anything with anybody else unless the boy didn't mind. And she didn't see why the lesson her mother had taught her wouldn't hold at an orgy just as well.
«I'll ask him,» Benny stood, smiling and thrusting his hand under her skirt to caress her pussy through the sheer material of her panties. «I don't think he'll mind.»
Benny moved off in the darkness and Jan, familiar now with the routine at the orgies held regularly at Ma Kidder's began undressing, folding her clothes and stacking them nearby on a bar stool, for her mother had taught her to be a neat youngster.
«You're still as lovely as ever said a slender, bearded man who walked up and massaged her left nipple with one hand while guiding her hand to his steel-hard cock. «I hope you're going to let me fuck you tonight.»
«Of course I will, Tim,» Jan said, recognising Tim Bessemer from his steel-hard cock which had given her the most magnificent pleasure during her first orgy here at Ma Kidder's Bar and Infamous Sex Palace. «I'd never let a chance to have your wonderful cock in my body.»
Tim gave her an appreciative tit-squeeze, as Davis returned, took her by the arm and led her to the bar.
«This, little chick, is Garbage Lady,» he said introducing her to a dark-haired, tit-less woman sipping an incredibly tall drink.
«And don't you dare ask why they call me Garbage Lady,» she snarled. She ignored Jan, but looked at Davis. «What are we doing, Davis, robbing the cradle?»
«This little chick fucks better than most,» Davis explained. «She's been here before.»
«That's no recommendation,» Garbage Lady said. «A lot of crumbs have been here before.»
Davis ignored her, shrugged and led Jan away.
«Is she always that nasty?» Jan asked when they were out of earshot.
«Only when she's awake,» Davis said. «I've never heard her complain when she was asleep.»
«Christ it must be tough to live with that much antagonism inside you,» the little girl, wise beyond her years, remarked.
«Garbage Lady is all right,» Davis said. «She just doesn't like to admit she enjoys fucking.»
«Are you going to fuck me first?» Jan asked, looking up at the tall, handsome bartender impishly. «I've had several invitations.»
«I'm sure you have, chick, I'm sure you have,» Davis said. «But don't let the fact that you came in with me hinder you in your search for a good fuck. I'm a little worn out right now, in case you don't remember.»
«I remember,» she said, smiling warmly at him. «I could go to sleep right now without another single fuck all night, and not even miss it.» Then she cocked her head to one side. «But since I'm here, I'm going to make the most of the opportunity.»
«Good,» Davis said, walking away into the darkness. leaving her alone.
It was only then she realised she was the only person in the room who had stripped. For a moment she felt terribly self-conscious, then, with the skill she had always shown when it came to matters of fucking, she walked up to Garbage Lady.
«To get this party under way,» she said. «I'd like to suck your pussy.»
The silence that followed her announcement was astounding. Every eye in the bar was on her and as Garbage Lady slowly turned to face her, Jan had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.
«Or maybe you'd like to suck mine,» she continued in a small, distant voice.
«I'll … be … God … damned!» Garbage Lady said, swinging around on the stool to face her.
«I'm sorry if I said something wrong,» Jan said. «I just thought … well, maybe we ought to do something to get the party going,» she shrugged. «I'll go ask somebody else.»
«Wait a minute, Jan,» Garage Lady said, taking Jan by the arm as the girl started to turn away. «You didn't say anything wrong,»
There was a general air of relief among the assembled fuckers.
«I thought I did.»
«You didn't,» Garbage Lady said. «I don't usually get into the orgy until I'm smashed out of my mind, and nobody, especially none of these dumb fuckers here, has ever had guts enough to walk up and ask me to fuck. I usually have to invite myself into their fucking.
«You shouldn't have to,» Jan said. «You … you're, well …. attractive.»
Garbage Lady smiled.
«Thank you child. And to answer your question, yes, indeed, I would like for you to suck my pussy. I've wanted a chick to suck my pussy at every one of these stupid fuck parties, and not one female in this whole damned town has had courage enough to stick her nose into my crotch.»
She turned and slid from the bar stool. She took Jan by the hand and led her to the bandstand, from which all the musical instruments had been cleared. She helped Jan scramble up on the stage … the same stage where Jan had made her public fucking debut only a short few days before … and as she did Robbie Lester manipulated the lights so that the stage was bathed in a fiery red floodlight, while the rest of the club was plunged into Stygian blackness.
Slowly, deliberately, Garbage Lady undressed, and Jan was impressed with the quality of the woman's body for in spite of her age she was well preserved. Her tits had only the slightest tendency to sag, and her stomach pooched out enough to suggest she had mothered at least one offspring, but otherwise she was smooth-skinned and desirable. Her legs were long and tapering, and her bush thicker than any darling Jan had ever seen. The child wondered for a moment if she'd be able to find her way through the tangled jungle of pubic hair to the delightful flesh beyond.
When Garbage Lady was naked, Davis handed at bar stool up to the stage, where Jan took it and put it in the middle of the splash of red light. Garbage Lady sat on it immediately, spread her legs and indicated that, Jan was to approach her on her knees.
The teenager was eager to do so, but there was inherent in her a talent for showmanship, so instead of nuzzling deep into the forest of lust immediately, she began a slow, tantalising licking of the dark-haired woman's body. She started at her ankles and worked up slowly, teasing, taunting, particularly after she got to Garbage Lady's inner thighs. Here she let her tongue run around and around, slowing her progress infinitely, wanting to show the woman she was a skilled cunt-lapper.
Garbage Lady reached down finally and parted first her thick tangle of bush and then her large pussy lips, revealing the inner flesh bathed in their love-juices and the fiery red light pouring down on them from above. By this time Jan was so hot and bothered herself she wanted a quick come herself, but she knew she'd have go the route with this dark-haired creature before someone would be ready to service her.
So she stopped the teasing motion with her tongue and plunged though the Garbage Lady's pubic hair and sucked her clitoris deeply into her mouth, much as a baby might nurse on a milk-providing nipple. Only the nourishment Jan received from Garbage Lady's little prick in miniature was not milk but lust, for at first touch of her tongue on the woman's pussy-flesh, Jan felt her inner fire blaze, and her pussy was absolutely sopping in seconds.
Jan had no time to concern herself with her own lust, though, for Garbage lady was writhing and twisting on the bar stool as Jan's skilled tongue sought and found the secret, hidden places that were most sensitive on the woman's body. She worried the nipple back and forth, back and forth, sending arcs of fiery passion shooting through Garbage Lady's body, and before long she felt the woman hands on the back of her head, pressing her face tightly into her pussy.
A moment later she came so copiously that her love-juice gushed out of her pussy, wetting Jan's lips and tongue. The child received this homage to her skill gratefully, for her mother had taught her always to try and do her very best at whatever she chose to do.
Before Jan could remove her face from Garbage Lady's crotch, though, she felt her own body being invaded from behind by a steel-hard cock, and she knew Tim Bessemer was on the stage with her. She decided that as long as she was getting fucked anyway, she might as well pass the favour on, so she started sucking Garbage Lady's cunt again.
This time though, it was an even more ecstatic experience for her, for while Jan was a darling cunt-lapper when she wanted to suck on a pussy, when she was sucking a pussy at the same time that she was getting a long, thick and hard cock in her cunt, she was inspired. The three of them writhed and groaned together, until finally Tim's huge cock spouted his love-cream deep into the little girl's cunt, and almost at the same time Garbage lady managed an even more gushing come than before.
Jan collapsed on the stage, her well-fucked pussy spasming and spasming from the force of the sensations coursing through her. She felt Tim 's cock slip from her cunt, and she remembered from her last orgy here that his cock never went down. She was glad he removed it from her right then, for she had come so fiercely she wanted some quiet moments to recover.
When she raised her head after her body quit throbbing, the scene in the club was hardly unique but certainly inspiring. There was fucking going on everywhere. Irish Deirdre, whom Jan hadn't noticed earlier, was getting fucked by Robbie Lester on top of the bar, Benny O'Boyle had a skinny brunette, bent over a bar stool and was fucking her dog fashion, Tall Collie was screwing Santa Cruz Shirley missionary style on the floor, and Weird Stanley was leaning against the wall, flogging his small and useless cock endlessly, tears streaming down his face because he couldn't get a hard on. Davis was getting blown by Fat Broad, and there were other combinations of couples doing the Good Thing together.
Jan was delighted, for there were a lot of cocks there she'd not met at her first orgy there, and that promised to be an exciting evening of fucking. She promised herself she'd get as many of the cocks into her as possible … except for Weird Stanley's … and she would try to get herself blown by every guy there, except for Tall Collie, who was so hung-up on sex he couldn't say «fuck» without getting sick to his stomach, and besides, he had chapped lips.
Right then, though, she had wait for the first round be over, for everybody was busy with their own action, so she went behind the bar and opened herself a coke. She took a couple of swigs, then set the drink on the bar when Benny O'Boyle came up to her and asked her suck him hard again. She obliged, for she was ever an obedient child … her mother had taught her do whatever adults told her, and before long she had Benny's cock as stiff and fat as it could get.
«As long as you've got it hard,» he said in his water-soft voice, «why don't we do something to make it soft again?»
«Like what?» Jan asked impishly.
«Like fucking,» Benny said. «I know that may sound square, at a fuck party like this, but I like straight, old-fashioned fucking better than anything else. That's why Kay and I got a divorce. Once she learned about some of the fancy-fucking things Davis taught her, my fucking was too dull for her.»
Who's Kay?» Jan asked, ever curious.
«She getting fucked in the ass over there in the corner,» Benny said. «For a tiny chick, she can take cock more different ways than anybody I ever saw.»
How would you like fuck?» Jan asked, afraid to pursue Benny's marital difficulties any closer. «I'm game for anything if you are.»
«Let's find a quiet spot on the floor,» he said. «The guys at least have provided us with a thick enough carpet that we can fuck the floor with some comfort.»
She took him by the cock and led him to a corner over behind some tables. They lay side by side, he lifted her upper leg and insinuated his cock into her snatch. He let it soak for a long time before he started screwing, and Jan appreciated the fact that he would fuck her leisurely. Most of the men she had fucked so far had been so horny, so turned on by her nubile teenage body that they fucked quickly, came rapidly … and on some cases, left her hanging with big bunches of unresolved orgasms orbiting within her cunt. But Benny was slow, and more, importantly, he as considerate. When their fucking started to heat up, he gave her a couple of finger-induced comes before he started the deep stroking that brought him off after a few moments.
«Thank you,» he said.
«You thank me for fucking,» Jan said, astonished that he should do so.
«Of course, Jan,» Benny said. «A man should always thank a woman for letting him fuck her.»
«Why?» she asked. «I get as, much out of it as you do.»
«True,» Benny said. «But there will be times when you'll fuck and you don't want to.»
«I will?»
«You sure will. You'll also fuck guys you don't really want to fuck. It may seem now like you'd never want to stop fucking, but the time will come that the novelty will be worn off, and then you'll appreciate a man who says thank you for the fuck.»
«If you say so,» she said, feeling his now flaccid cock slip from her pussy. «But I don't see how I could ever get tired of fucking.»
«Suppose,» he suggested, «that the only person you had to fuck was Weird Stanley.»
«Well, I'd jack off before I'd fuck him, «she replied vehemently
«See what I mean?» Benny asked, hugging her affectionately. «A lot of wives get feeling that way about their husbands, and they're not gutsy enough to go out and get laid some place else. So they wind up not fucking at all, or when they have to, they fuck pretending they're being fucked by somebody else.»
«How awful,» Jan said. «I wouldn't want to fuck that way, ever.»
That was the point where three-balled Robbie Lester came looking for her, and for the next several hours she was busy with one or more cocks in her body all the time, or with a face pressed tightly against her pussy while she sucked one pussy or another among the fine people who were the regulars at Ma Kidder's Bar and Infamous Sex Palace.
It was only with approaching dawn that Jan realised she had to get home. Davis drove her, dropped her a couple of houses away and waited until he saw her slip into her house.
Across the street, Fred, up for his pre-dawn piss, watched the lovely teenager slip into the house, and he wished he'd been out all night with her.
That was the way the orgy had gone, and Jan recalled it with delight as she finished her shower and toweled her lovely body dry. She was worried about Meat, for though she didn't need or want any fucking right then, he'd become particularly attached to her pet, so she dressed and went searching through the neighbourhood for him.
She found a lot of dogs in her walk through the tract where she lived, but no Meat. She turned down two rides, one by a boy she knew from the high school, and one from the father of one of her girl friends. The old man even suggested they go for a drive, and teenage Jan knew he wanted to fuck her, but she wasn't in the mood right then. She did file his name away in her mind as a possible source of cock some night when she couldn't get fucked at Ma Kidder's or anywhere else, but she turned him down now in favour of continuing to search for her Meat.
Not finding the dog, Jan began to worry for sure. Meat never wandered far from home, unless he was chasing doggy pussy … and Jan was pretty sure the dog wasn't up to chasing an y bitch in heat in town. Not after the fucking she'd given him the day before.
Finally, though, she turned and walked slowly back toward her house, a frown creasing her forehead in concern for her pet. She'd never really paid much attention to the pet before now, and it made her feel guilty, thinking back to the number of times she'd failed to fed him, or give him fresh water. Now that he had become the most important cock in her life, she wanted to know where he was every minute of the day. He was too good a fuck just to turn loose and let run the streets.
When she turned the corner and started down toward her house the middle of the block, she saw a car pull to a stop in front. She hurried forward, hoping it was something to do with Meat.
As she approached the car, the man driving got out and walked toward her. She frowned her annoyance when she recognised him.
It was Weird Stanley
«What the fuck are you doing here?» she demanded of the weird one before he got closer to her than ten feet.
«I've got a message for you,» he said. «They tried to phone you, but you didn't answer.»
«So give me the message,» she said.
«Not out here on the street,» Weird Stanley said. «Let's go inside.»
«Fuck you,» she snapped, walking past him.
«That's what I had in mind,» the simple-minded bartender said. «You don't understand me at all.»
«I understand you all too well,» Jan snapped. «I know you've got a tiny cock, weird-tasting come, and you smell bad. I don't want to fuck you … ever.»
«Please, Jan,» Weird Stanley pleaded. «At least, can't we go inside and talk about it.»
She looked at him distastefully for a moment, saw that his tiny cock was as hard and as big as it ever could be … and since she had deep sympathy for horny men, she agreed
She promised herself though, that she wouldn't fuck him.
She didn't rule out the possibility of a hand job, though