Barry Lassidy - Her barking stud

Jan's body responded with young ardour, and she came magnificently, taking all the meat the dog had to offer, while Meat was intently fucking away, enjoying his human partner better than he'd ever enjoyed a bitch in heat. At least the this fuck partner didn't growl and try to bite him after their fuck was over.

She nuzzled the dog, wanting to kiss blissful animal that was providing her with such thills. Meat continued to fuck and fuck, and the gism poured from the end of his cock in a never ending stream, giving sweet Jan kind of fuck no man could ever provide. She came again and again, her throbbing body merging finally with the dog's in a way that made them really one, and when they finally fell apart, both totally exhausted, she knew she was going to keep this dog with her forever and fuck him as often as possible, for really he had become something special to her.

She stroked the dog's head lovingly, curling her body around his as they lay on the floor, recovering from the force of their magnificent screw. She cupped her hand around Meat's balls lovingly, tenderly, prizing them as the source of power that made her pet such a good fuck. She snuggled against the dog for a while, then got to her feet. She had to clean herself up, and she knew she had to do what, she could do to eliminate the come stains from the carpet and the couch. Her mother was such a bitch the old woman would be sure Jan had had a whole regiment of men in to fuck her, and there was no way Jan could ever admit fucking a dog.

Jan was sure her mother would stop at dog-fucking, though the old woman would fuck anything else. From the time she had been just a little girl, Jan had been aware of the fact that her mother brought men home and fucked them. She had breakfast with a whole host of «uncles» for years but shed never been fooled, for she tried to stay awake at night and listen, if she couldn't watch, her mother with her boy friends.

The first time Jan had seen any her kind of sexual activity at all she'd watched her mother put a young college student on the couch, open the fly of his pants and remove his cock, which she proceeded to suck. Jan had been disgusted at first, watching her mother take a man's thing in her mouth, but later, thinking about it, she realised her mother had enjoyed it, the young man obviously though it was pretty good, so there must not be anything wrong with it. It wasn't until she had conversations with some more sophisticated girls at school that she learned the significance of sucking a cock.

About the time she reached puberty, Jan discovered her mother's collection of dildoes. The old woman had every size and shape of artificial cock she could find to buy, from simple plastic penis replicas to more sophisticated vibrators … and the recently acquired 'Porterfuck' which provided vaginal and clitoral stimulation at the same time.

Jan had her mother's dildoes to fuck herself with whenever she could do so safely, which was of n enough because dear old Mother was shacked up most nights. And one night while she'd been doing the Good Thing with her favourite hair-brush handle, she'd become aware of the fact that there was a man watching through her window. Not being the least bit reluctant to put on a show for him, she'd really turned on … until he crawled through the window and taught her how to fuck. He'd been the fancy-fucking bartender, Davis, from Ma Kidder's Bar and Infamous Sex Palace, and he introduced her to an orgy at the bar after hours, and for the last week or so her fucking education had expanded rapidly.

Now her day wasn't good until she come two or three times at least, and she didn't know what she was going to do when school started again. Finding time to get fucked or sucked was going to be more difficult when she had to return to junior high school, for while there were more kids there, they didn't know how to fuck as well as she did and the paper boy she had with Irish Deirdre and Santa Cruz Shirley had shown her that boys didn't fuck as well as men.

As she scrubbed on the come stains, Jan wondered if her mother was getting well fucked as she and Meat had managed. Before she'd finished, the telephone ran, and Jan grimaced

She knew it would be her mother, and Jan hoped the old woman would tell her she wouldn't be home for yet another day. If true, Jan hoped cock she'd home bring with the guy who had such a long-lasting cock with her.

Sharon, Jan's mother, told her child she'd be home late that afternoon, and Jan was glad. It was a long distance call, which told the darling child she'd been wrong in presuming her mother and «Aunt Nina» had shacked up in Saratoga or Redwood Estates. Jan shrugged and, dismissed thoughts of her mother from her mind. She'd have other ways to occupy her time, and she wouldn't have to worry about the old hitch walking in on her unexpectedly.

Sharon, meanwhile was happy enough to hear Jan tell her she was all right, for while she didn't really care for the responsibility of a nubile teenager, she didn't want her neighbours criticising her for neglecting her. But when the urge in the pit of her stomach became intense (as it did almost daily), she could ignore her duty to the girl and chase any cock with a man attached she could find.

She and her friend Nina had decided they needed fresh cocks to conquer, so they'd left the San Jose area on a Friday night, not really knowing where they were going, but sure that wherever they went they'd find cock to satisfy the unquenchable lust that roiled through the bodies. They'd convinced themselves they had to get away from the pressures of home and relax, when actually they were both interested only in finding some new cock.

They wound up in Fresno, where they checked into a ubiquitous Holiday Inn, had a quick drink in the bar and found no cock to interest them there, then headed downtown. Nina scored immediately a fact that didn't make Sharon feel any too good-and hurried away with a man at least ten years her junior, leaving Sharon sitting at the bar stating morosely at her reflection.

Before she could really frame her bitter thoughts a face appeared in the mirror next to hers.

«Hello, kitten,» the man, said smoothly. «You look lonely.»

She smiled broadly, because, he was even better looking than Nina's new-found friend.

«I might be,» she said.

«Who's asking?»

«Tom Crowell.»

«And I'm Sharon,» she said. «Some people call me Daisy Chain Sharon.»

«Daisy Chain Sharon what?» he asked without blinking at her unusual name.

«Just Daisy Chain Sharon.»

Tom shrugged and sat down next to her. Drinks were produced, and before they were finished, the assignation was completed. They were to go to his hotel room, not far distant, for «another drink.» Neither knew exactly what kind of fucking would take place there, but both were sure, they would be well fucked. And Sharon was glad, for her body by this time was craving cock, demanding that she do something to ease the torment that roiled deep within her body.

Sharon wasn't as drunk she usually was when she went cock hunting, for she wanted to savouring these stolen moments-moments when she didn't have to feel guilty about not being a woman, about not taking proper care of Jan. Somehow, fucking some guy she'd picked up didn't seem so bad when she, did it out of town. That's why she, travelled a lot.

When they arrived at his hotel, though, Daisy Chain Sharon knew this would not be a normal quickie, the kind she'd had so many times in the past. First of all, Tom bolted the door and affixed a small, highly secure lock to the door, so that no one could get in, nor could she get out.

«Now, my dear,» he said, his voice suddenly oily as he looked at his fingertips, «just what did you want when you agreed to come up here?»