«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
Chapter 7
«Oh God!» Nina screamed, looking up to see her postman standing above her, her mail in his hand and a knowing smile on his face. She tried to twist away so the dog's cock would slide from her cunt, but Meat was too eager to fuck, and too experienced now in fucking human females, to let himself be uncunted so easily.
The postman closed the door behind him, put the mail on the dining room table, and turned to watch the scene on the couch. Nina had gotten the dog's cock out of her cunt, but Meat's forepaws, on either side of her body, held her prisoner on the couch.
«Don't stop on my account,» the postman said. «I'd like to join the party, if you don't mind.»
Nina, who fucked her postman regularly so she'd get all the special delivery he could manage, had no objection to being fucked by him, but sharing a fuck with him and the dog was a little much, even for her. She'd been able to go the route with Tom and Richey the Fourth because Tom was already a part of the scene … but to share a dog with one of her regular fucks. She wasn't so sure But Sharon pushed her back on the couch and once more guided Meat's huge dong into her friend's snatch. At the same time she rubbed Nina's clitty, bringing that organ erect … and Sharon was amazed to see that it was almost an inch long, really a prick-in-miniature. Her mouth watered at seeing it, for while she didn't like sucking anything but the cleanest cocks, here was something she would enjoy having within her mouth. The dog, though, was in her way right then, and Meat was humping away eagerly.
Nina had succumbed to the pleasure Meat's fucking was providing her with, and she was vaguely aware of Sharon's clitty-rubbing activity. Her body was on fire, and her pussy felt stretched and terribly filled as the dog's huge cock slid in and out of her flaming cunt. She gripped the couch cushions tightly as her body rose higher and higher toward the peak of passion that was the goal of all life. The dog's cock started spurting sticky gism in her so copiously it ran from her pussy, flowed slowly down the cheeks of her ass and dropped wetly onto the couch, spreading the stain in a dark, ever-widening circle.
The postman, meanwhile, removed his uniform and folded it neatly over a chair. Sharon was only vaguely aware that the man was there to join their fuck party, but she was when he was nude to him go into the bathroom first, other than leap right into the action. But she was aware of the fact that the man obviously knew his way around house, so she was sure Nina ready was familiar with his cock and the many good things it could do.