Barry Lassidy - Her barking stud

It was a hot, muggy Sunday, and thirteen-year old Jan felt out of sorts with the world. Her mother had phoned that she would be delayed with Aunt Nina and wouldn't be home until Monday morning-if then. Jan knew her mother was shacked up with me guy in a motel some place, and the fact that Momma was getting fucked and she wasn't added to her lousy mood. Also, Santa Cruz Shirley and Irish Deirdre had gotten up that morning, eaten a big breakfast and left the dishes for her to do, and had left without even a thank-you suck for the orgy they'd had over the weekend, first with the paper boy and then just among the three of them two women and the delightfully sexual teenager.

They'd sucked endlessly, and then fucked each other with every dildo in her mother's collection-all of which needed cleaning before the old woman arrived home-and had done about anything and everything broads can do to broads to make them come. But now, on Sunday morning, Jan wanted something she couldn't name. She didn't want to fuck herself with any of the dildoes, nor did she want to use the hairbrush handle that had been what excited the fancy-fucking Davis the night he'd been peeking in her window. And she sure as hell didn't want to use just her finger. That seemed almost childish, now that she had discovered the real pleasure to be had from a good, stout fuck.

It hardly seemed possible, she thought, that it had been just a little over a week ago when she got her first real fuck from Davis. Then the next night she had been fucked by Robbie Lester, the three-balled banjo player, and she'd gotten screwed or sucked by every male and female at the party at Ma Kidder's Bar, known throughout the village of Los Patos as an infamous sex palace. She'd been fucked in the cunt, in the ass, in the mouth, and had had her pussy sucked, all within the space a very few hours. Then, after a week spent with her finger and her mother's dildos whenever she had a chance, she'd had a wild time with Irish Deirdre and Santa Cruz Shirley.

Now the let-down was upon her. She had no further plans for fucking with the fine crowd of people at Ma Kidder's Bar and Infamous Sex Palace, and she was in that state every youngster of her age and experience is bound to encounter at some early point in their fucking careers-she didn't know where her next screw was coming from.

Shit! she said disgustedly, borrowing Irish Deirdre's favourite word. That's what this whole fucking mess is. Shit!

She flopped on the couch and tried to interest herself in some antiseptic television, but the screen didn't hold her attention for more than a moment. Nor did woman's magazine that pretended cocks and cunts didn't exist, and the highest that a woman could aspire to was a well-waxed kitchen floor.

She rejected the idea of calling Davis, mostly out of fear that he would refuse to fuck her, and the rejection would be more than she could bear. Right then she needed some moral support in the form of a stout cock shoved up her pussy.

She stood up and damned near stumbled over her pet boxer, Meat, who was sleeping on the floor.

Get out of the way, you fucking son of a bitch, she snapped, and after a moment, she grinned. Calling you a son of a bitch isn't an insult, is it, Meat, old friend? You're a son of a bitch, no matter how you cut it.

Meat opened his eyes and regarded her balefully for interrupting his nap. He didn't move or acknowledge her presence in any way.

She went into the kitchen and fixed herself a sandwich. She ate only a couple of bits and put it down on the dining room table.

Shit! she repeated. I'll out of my gourd if don't find something to do pretty soon.

She walked listlessly back into the living room and watched Meat, who had awakened and was busily licking his balls, while the television announcer discussed the evils of flaking dandruff.

Now there's something that would be good, if I could just do it, she said musingly, watching the dog. I could suck myself off, and I wouldn't need Mom's dildoes.

She watched the dog for a moment longer, then decided she would try and emulate him. Every child has, at some point in her life, to learn the limitations of the human backbone, for if humans could suck themselves off, as monkeys can, the race would have ceased to exist eons ago.

Jan stood up and stripped, feeling better just from the fact that she no longer worn clothes.

Meat continued licking his balls with absolute unconcern. The luscious thirteen-year-old sat on the couch and pulled her knees up as high as she could, at the same time bending her head forward as far as possible, but the best she could do was to bring her hips some inches from her tummy, and nowhere near her snatch. She tried several different postures, but none of them worked to do anything more than frustrate her more than she was already. She was able to lick and suck her nipples, but while that felt good, it wasn't really good enough. It just made her hotter without doing anything to ease her torment.

Meat, she said, addressing the dog, you animals have got it over humans. You can lick your cock and balls if you want to, and the only time you go around chasing pussy is when some bitch is in heat. She shook her head. But I wouldn't want to be like a female dog, she mused. I want to fuck whenever I feel like it, not just when I might get knocked up.

Then an idea began to form in her mind, and then she was sure would be the answer to her present problem, if she could just execute it.

Meat, she said speculatively, I wonder if you've got to have a bitch in heat before you can come.

She knew that Meat sometimes got a hard on without having a female dog around, but she didn't know about the rest of the dog-fucking mechanism he possessed. So she crawled down on the floor and began petting her pet, calling him the silly little names she'd given him in the months she'd owned him

How about it, Meaty-Boy, she whispered. Would you like Jan to play with your cock a little, and maybe make you come? How about it boy?

As she spoke, she rubbed the dog's tummy, and as always happened when she petted him this way, he rolled on his back and lay with his hind legs spread wide.

Good dog, she said lovingly, letting her hand explore in a wider circle, at first just barely touching the fleshy covering of the dog's long cock. A surge of thrill shot through her at the contact, for she knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that what she was doing was so forbidden even her mother wouldn't indulge in it and there just wasn't anything else, she knew, her mother wouldn't do, as long as it involved sex.

Then, her stomach tight and scarcely breathing, Jan reached down and covered the dog cock with her hand. She remained motionless for a long moment getting accustomed to the warm, hairy sensation of touching the fleshy container of his juicy red cock.

Then she began gently stroking it, rubbing back and forth, back and forth, watching for any signs of excitement she might be producing in the dog.

And at first she was disappointed, for Meat seemed to have no reaction at all. Meat just lay then obliviously enjoying the attention, but apparently not getting any sexual pleasure out of the hand job Jan was trying to give him.

Shit, she muttered, disappointed. This promised to be fun.

Just as she was about to give up, the pink tip of Meat's dong peeked through the folds of skin that protected it. It glistened wetly as Jan saw it appear for the first time.

I'll be damned! Jan cried in surprise. He does dig masturbation.

Meat stumbled to his feet suddenly, and for a moment Jan thought the animal was rejecting her, but then she realised it was only to answer call of instinct and get into a position so he could hump as though fucking a bitch. By the time she realised that, Meat's cock was eight inches long and dangling lewdly below his belly. The dog had a fat cock, not shaped like a man's, but Jan knew instinctively it would be able to satisfy, her if she could just manage to fuck it.