DOG HUNGRY GIRLS
By John Kellerman


Foreword

The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a
veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female
alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the
girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group
pressure, join the neighborhood wife-swappers.
The girls in this book are two of these outwardly normal people. But within them a love
of perversity and a depth of passion neither dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake,
waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
A fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

"You look pissed off today, Pardoo, something wrong?"
Pardoo pushed coal-black hair out of her eyes and looked coolly at Fat Eddy. Eddy was
the drummer in the band. He'd been trying to fuck Pardoo for a solid month... no, even
longer than that. It was too bad he didn't turn her on. Harley, her old man, wouldn't
have minded. Harley was in charge of setting up the amps and speakers and keeping
the expensive mikes out of harm's way. He also drove the bus, changed tires, hassled
with desk clerks when they did check into a motel. He was pretty important as roadies
go and he let everybody know it. Without his technical genius all those musicians were
as helpless as deaf mutes at an auction. But lately he hadn't been using any of that
genius on Pardoo. She was just plain horny. And the fact that she was hung up on
Russel, the band's lead singer and star didn't help matters much.
Fat Eddy hung an arm around her waist. It didn't feel bad and it didn't feel good.
Pardoo let it hang there. The big man leaned close.
"I'd sure love to eat your panties off, big girl."
"Eddy, damn it..." She wiggled free. The boys were climbing back on the makeshift
bandstand set up in the middle of the street. "You better go beat your fuckin' drum and
cool down." Eddy laughed good-naturedly, pinched her full, curvy ass. She watched the
band pick up their instruments and adjust a mike or two. Then they kicked right into
an up-tempo shitkicker. The milling crowd began to clap out of time.
"Jesus H. Christ," Pardoo said to no one in particular. She was wondering how many
more of these fucking bi-centennial celebrations they were booked for during the
summer. What a drag. But at least there was Russel to look at. She saw two girls
watching him too. Young girls. Very young. One fat, the other slender, unblemished,
obviously drooling over the way Russel was heel dancing as he came off a slick run of
tinkling treble notes and then lit into the chorus... singing now, his lips a half-inch
from the mike. Grinning under his mustache, bent forward as the band wound tight
and hard behind him. God, he was beautiful.
Pardoo held her breath, watched his ass moving teasingly in the faded denims, saw him
smile right down at those two would-be groupies and tip his hat as the song ended. Fat
Eddy wiped sweat from his brow. Joe Bob the fiddler smiled and waved at the crowd.
Larry on bass and Wayne on slide were taking their bow too but most of the clatter was
for Russel. The little blonde in front looked like she was wetting her pants.
Pardoo turned away as the band started up again. She pushed through the crowd
towards the sidewalk, saw that a couple of small-town boys were making way for her as
if she were something too exotic to be taking chances with. Pardoo smiled silkily and
made sure they saw her tits under the spangled cowboy shirt that fit her like skin.
"Where's a place I can get a beer?" she asked. The boys swallowed as if on cue. They
looked too young to be legal.
"Smitty's down the block," the big one said, and pointed. He was adoring Pardoo's
rangy body, her full firm ass under the purple jeans. She flipped a thanking smile and
started in the direction the boy had pointed. Someone touched her arm. It was the
blonde, that slim little cunt that had been panting in front of the bandstand at Russel.
"Pardon me..." The blonde bit her lip then went on. "Do you know... uhhh, that guy
who sings lead?"
"Honey, my old man drives for this motley bunch of shitkickers. Sure I know him."
The girl took a breath. Her fat friend looked as if she wanted to break and run but the
blonde stood her ground. She was wearing dangly earrings and a halter top that showed
off plenty of flat, young stomach. Pardoo thought she was a silly little bitch. She didn't
walk like she'd been properly fucked yet. Fifteen, maybe sixteen years old.
"I was wondering... well, I mean."
Pardoo was tired. They'd done four gigs the past week and she'd been handling the
promo, driving to the next town and talking to jaycees and civic oriented women who it
seemed were out to get the last drop of entertainment for the least amount of bread.
Celebrating the country's birthday in spades. Though she never thought she'd see the
day, Pardoo was actually praying for some good old-fashioned gigs in some funky,
rowdy roadhouse again. Maybe by the end of the month they'd get a booking. But now
she was standing here in the hot street while kids with melting ice-cream cones rubbed
past and paunchy men in undershirts listened to the music with slightly disapproving
expressions. And this little idiot in her sexy jeans and halter was trying to get up the
nerve to ask... what did she really want to ask?
"Russel doesn't fuck strangers," Pardoo blurted, keeping her smile stiff, eyes on the
shocked girl. The pale, freckled face went suddenly red.
"I... I didn't..."
"Like hell you didn't. Everybody wants to fuck with Russel." The fat one had
abandoned her friend, pushed through the crowd toward the distant sidewalk. The little
blonde looked stung, then angry. She pushed out her chin. There was smoke in her
eyes. Pardoo felt inexplicably sorry for what she'd said. "You just wanted to meet him,
right?"
The blonde looked about to cry. "Just forget it. Forget it!" She was lost in the crowd
even as Pardoo reached out a hand.
"Aw fuck all of 'em," she muttered to nobody in particular and strode off toward the
bus. She didn't even want a beer any more now.
The band was still going when Pardoo threaded her way to the bus. It was an old
renovated Greyhound, a bigger bus than the band could really afford. But Russel had
wanted them to travel in style and so they'd put asses on the line, pooled resources and
made a down payment. Pardoo slipped past the bunk area where the band members
slept, back to her own bed in the rear. She and Bessie slept there, sometimes sharing
the big bed with their men. Pardoo had been sleeping alone lately more than the other
way. And with Bessie fucking Joe Bob the fiddle player, it wasn't always easy to get any
shuteye.
Pardoo peeled off her shirt and threw it over the back of a chair. Matty, Russel's big
collie was curled next to a pillow and he put his ears up as Pardoo undid her jeans and
wiggled out of them. Then she tore off her panties and fell across the bed. It was hot.
Even for July. The whir of air through that end of the coach sounded nice even if it
wasn't cool. Thank God Harley had at least plugged them in somewhere or the bus
would've been unbearable.
Matty whined affectionately and nuzzled his long, furry nose against Pardoo's side. She
patted the dog's head. She parted her legs and looked down over the bumps and
hollows of her body. Why hadn't Russel ever noticed how nice she was? Okay, she was
thirty-one years old. No spring chicken maybe, but nice. She knew she had something
that got men excited.
Pardoo had had plenty of passes the last six months, even if Harley seemed to be tiring
of her. She thought of Russel again and how he fucked Bessie when he got horny.
Bessie was Joe Bob's woman. Joe Bob was jealous as hell too... except when Russel
made a motion that he was in need of a little cunt. Then Joe Bob smiled and turned the
other way while Russel took sweet, dumb Bessie's hand and led her to a bedroom.
Maybe Joe Bob dug her himself because the head boy Russel lowered himself
occasionally to fuck her.
Pardoo shut her eyes. It sure was strange all right. Joe Bob went along with it. He
worshiped Russel, was no doubt proud that he actually shared a woman with him on
occasion.
"Matty! What do you think you're doing?"
The dog had begun to slowly lick the soft flesh of her belly. He had inched forward on
his haunches and his tongue felt odd, tickly-hot and rough when he pushed it across
her skin. Pardoo dug fingers into the fine fluff around his ears. Matty was a beautiful
dog, like Russel's guitar, like his boots and hat. She could see him smiling from under
his reddish mustache, could see the thick tangle of his long hair over the collar of his
twenty-five-dollar shirt. Russel was tall and rangy and walked loose and cool everywhere
he went.
Pardoo found herself wondering why he had chosen Bessie to satisfy his occasional
horniness. Maybe because Bessie never talked much, never demanded much? Maybe
because she was just a good quick fuck so Russel could get back to more important
things like his pickin' and harmonizing.
Pardoo widened her thighs more and let a hand drift down over the silk of her pale
yellow panties. She knew what she wanted to do. She ached to do it. Everybody would
be outside for another half-hour until the set ended. Her fingers rested against the
steamy, damp crotch piece that stretched tight across her tingling cunt lips. She felt
swollen down there, ripe. God knew she was ripe. Nobody else seemed to notice it, not
that damned Harley anyway.
Matty whined through his nose and licked at Pardoo's navel. She felt a sudden burn of
passion, of uncertainty at the sensation of the animal's mouth against her skin. This
was something a little strange, something she wasn't quite sure how to deal with. Her
fingers had become wet with her cuntal juices and she drew the hand up along her
belly. Matty gave a small growl and licked hungrily at her slickened, musky fingertips.
"Damn it, Matty, you..." Pardoo stopped. She saw the red spike of his cock under his
belly. That glistening, slender shaft that had slipped out of the furry sheath and bobbed
now as the dog moved his haunches in a rhythmic humping motion. He nibbled at her
knuckles, swathed them with hot spit until all the musky aroma of her cunt had been
washed away.
"You crazy dog, you like that..." Pardoo knew she should feel more shock than she did,
more embarrassment perhaps. But what the hell, everybody knew how horny dogs were
by nature. They were always trying to fuck anything handy.
She could remember something that had happened to her as a child, when they'd lived
in Missouri on a poor-ass farm. Her father had owned a big mutt. Pardoo had been six
or seven and playing in the yard without her panties. It was funny how the memory
had slipped back so clearly, so completely. Dad's mutt had jumped her, tried to fuck her
right in the ass. Dad had damned near killed the dog. Pardoo had been more disturbed
about that than what the animal had tried to do to her. She laughed, petted Matty's
neck. But then she'd been born horny too, just like a dog.
"Hey, cut that out! Enough, old buddy, enough!" But the dog didn't seem to know
what the word meant. He was up on all fours dropped down so he could wet her along
the elastic band of her panties. Pardoo felt very strange. The rough slide of his tongue
was something else! Her belly flesh quivered under the licking as if it were... a man's
tongue instead of...
She closed her eyes and pushed a hand under the silken panties, probed into her damp
cuntal curls and deeper still. She bent her knees and widened her thighs until the
delicate, soaked cunt lips parted. She was wet all right, really wet. Her forefinger sunk
deliciously into the velvety slickness of her cunt. She stayed away from her clit at first,
teasing herself as perhaps a man might do. She traced the tender, thin flaps that were
her inner cunt lips, rimmed the pinched hole that opened when a man's cock pressed
against the muscles there.
Pretending her thumb was a cock, she entered her cunt and pulled out again. In and
out, in and out, feeling the clenched spasms of her pussy yearning for much more. In
the distance the band was playing a lonesome Texas ballad, and she could hear Russel's
breathy harmonizing as he banged steadily on his guitar.
"Russel," she whispered, sliding another ringer into her cunt. The hot juice leaked
down between the cheeks of her ass, dampened the sheet underneath. Matty moved
nervously on the mattress, tilting his head at her as if confused, then starting to lick
again. When his tongue brushed her thigh, Pardoo snapped out of her dreamy reverie
and swallowed hard. "Matty... damn..."
The dog was lapping at her covered cunt lips. As Pardoo stroked a single finger up over
her hooded clit, she considered this little episode with an objectivity that surprised her.
Her nipples burned with excitement. She was already well on her way to getting off and
the jolts of pleasure that made lightning in her legs and belly weren't any the less
because the big collie was nosing eagerly at her crotch. In fact... it was maybe even
better in a weird kind of way.
"Crazy dog!" she laughed, pushing his head away from her cunt. Matty shoved back
again, tried to work his black nose under the silk. Pardoo stiffened, rocked her hips up
to him without thinking. She was gliding along on instinct now. She wasn't thinking
about other people, or what they thought. There were only two living entities on the
face of the earth. Pardoo and Matty. A big horny dog and her.
She didn't know why she began inching her panties down. No, she knew why... she just
didn't understand quite how it was all taking place so easily. Not that she didn't feel a
little guilty. Maybe even a little ashamed. But the friction of Matty's wet tongue through
the silk seemed too much of a tease. She got tangled at her ankles, said to hell with it
and fell back panting as the dog quickly moved around to attack the object of his
craving.
Now Pardoo was really shocked, surprised. With animal fury, the dog burrowed at her
split cunt lips with his nose, roughing her tenderest spots with his tongue. His tongue
had gone wild, ravenously wild. Her hands fell weakly back from her cunt as his
stroking brought grunts from deep in her throat. She jabbed her ass up from the bed
and rolled it in circles as the dog lowered his body to gain stability on the rocking
mattress.
Pardoo tore excitedly at her tangled hair, tried to push it out from in front of her eyes.
Her tits heaved. She was breathless, burning, devoured by the animal who'd sunk to his
haunches between her legs. Matty's hind feet tangled in her already tangled panties,
making her feel as if her ankles were bound together, legs locked on the smooth fur of
the big animal. She hugged her knees against his sides and a shivering whimper of
pleasure hissed from between her teeth. It was crazy! It was mad! Never in her wildest,
sexiest dreams had anything close to this ever dawned on her! A dog. A goddamned
dog! An instant of heavy guilt flashed through her mind but before she could push
Matty off of her, she was floating again. Floating up from the bed as the dog's mouth
teased her nearer and nearer the release she yearned for so badly.
"Matty... uhhhh... ohhhh, Matty!" She felt down to where her cunt lips were peeled
back by the forceful licking. She felt his tongue wet her knuckles as she searched along
the soppy crack. Her clitoris was swollen hugely. A blood-filled lump of bursting nerve
endings and seeping cuntflesh. The muscles around her cunt mouth were convulsing
with even rhythm, wanting to be filled.
Pardoo groaned, tossed her head on the bed. She jabbed a thumb deep into her cunt
and gouged it around with feverish abandon, humping her curvy ass against the fucking
motion. Matty had his front paws planted against the insides of her thighs, pushing
them even wider. The sensation was unbelievably sexy. Pardoo felt as if she were under
his control. This dog, this... animal was taking pleasure from her body... or giving. She
couldn't stop to consider the fine points. Matty was nipping at her outer cunt lips,
sucking noisily along the flooding folds of her pussy with his hot nose.
"Ohh! Ohhhh damn, ohh shit!" Her black hair tangled in her mouth as she tossed from
the shivering lust that was invading every pore of her being. She felt her tits, felt their
heavy, flattened weight on her chest. A nipple raked her palm and she found it and
pinched it until her underarms, her belly, the hollows of her neck were all alive with
tendrils of tickling heat. She was gasping, rocking her pelvis up and down against the
licking motion of Marty's tongue.
Then Pardoo felt something which added to the carnal brush of the dog's tongue. It was
Matty's cock. It rubbed wetly against her leg as he humped himself up and down there.
She felt the brush of the furry sheath, the slick glide of his cock with the barbed tip. He
ground his belly down against her shin and whined with canine lust.
If the thought of him fucking her was in her mind, Pardoo wasn't aware of it. She
urged her cunt up and down against the dog's teeth and tongue, cried out with carnal
half-words as the jagged edge broke finally and she poured like hot honey into another
world. A world where pleasure became something so intense that she had turned into a
wiggling, whimpering mass of flesh lusting for flesh. The flesh of the dog, the flesh of
his tongue as it rolled against her pounding clit. Pardoo drove her heels up and down
against the mattress and in doing so knew she was adding friction against the underside
of the dog's cock. But these were thoughts and she couldn't handle thoughts now. She
moved as she had to move, as her lust ordered her to move. She hugged the dog's head
with both hands and rocked her soppy cunt against him as the hot licks of his cum
made lines up her shins. She didn't care. She was insane, she always was when she
came. Everybody was at that tiny flick of time.
Pardoo stared confusedly at the tilted face of the big collie. It had been only a short
expanse of time, a screaming, sparkling piece out of her life and yet she felt as if she
had crossed some barrier. It was a little scary. A dog! And not just any dog. Russel's
dog. Beautiful Russel.
"Matty, what got into you?" She ruffed his neck fur, combed her fingers through the
silky strands along his strong chest. Her thighs were glistening with the dog's saliva and
when she fingered the slick lines of his jizz on her knee Pardoo caught herself smiling.
It was kind of like... the stuff that came out of a man. Matty had gotten his rocks good.
It amused her in a perverse kind of way. She looked at the panting dog. He seemed out
of breath, exhausted even. He fell back onto his chest and lay against her, lapping idly
at her fingertips which were still tinged with her cuntal aromas.
Out on the street she heard the band wind into a closing stomp. Cool, cool Russel
saying thanks to the crowd. Pardoo could almost see him waving his hat, twinkling his
eyes. He never seemed to get uptight about anything. Cool, cool Russel. She sat on the
edge of the bed and wiped the dog cum from her legs, blotted herself with her panties.
It was funny how easy the whole thing had happened. Matty was breathing hard with
his tongue out now, looking somewhat satisfied. Was she satisfied? In a way. And yet a
splinter of guilt still pricked her conscience.
The door of the bus banged. Pardoo hooked fresh panties from her trunk on the floor
and wiggled them on. She was buttoning her jeans when Bessie came in, curly brown
hair plastered to her forehead.
"Hi, Pardoo," she said in her simple, flat-toned voice. Bessie seemed never to worry
about anything much. If she had a place to lay out her tarot cards and a man to fuck
her every night or so, she tinkled along through her life with a little smile and big,
vacant eyes.
"You seen Harley?" Pardoo snapped her shirt tight over her big tits. Bessie was
watching.
"Yeah. He was talking to some girl in the crowd."
Pardoo didn't know where the tears had come from, but there they were streaming
down her face. Bessie hugged an arm around her waist and started kissing her on the
cheek. Bessie was like that.
"Honey, honey... you know how Harley's always doing that. I didn't even think you
cared or I wouldn't have said it like that..."
"I... I don't know what the hell's wrong with me." Pardoo smeared tears away with her
shirtsleeve, snuffled loudly through her nose. "Maybe I'm in heat or something." She
thought of her words, thought of the dog innocently resting on the bed.
Bessie frowned, soothed Pardoo's shoulders. "I wish... I just wish Harley knew what
he's got."
Pardoo laughed. "Men aren't so smart are they?"
"I don't know..." Bessie looked truly puzzled. "Maybe I'll lay out the cards tonight and
see what's gonna happen to you." She nodded with eager excitement at her own idea.
"Yeah."
Pardoo moved past her and down the hall.
Russel appeared suddenly at the front of the bus, sweating under his hat and carrying
his guitar. He smiled from one side of his mouth at Pardoo and slapped her ass.
"Hey, Pardoo, did you hear that set?"
"Sounded good, really good, Russel." She looked directly into his gray eyes, begged with
her own for him to see what boiled deep inside her. God, how she wanted in his pants.
Russel was looking over her shoulder, gazing into the back bedroom at Bessie. Pardoo
could hear Larry laughing it up with Wayne. They jostled in friendly horseplay at the
door of the bus. Joe Bob came in and put his fiddle into the case. Fat Eddy was getting
cold beers out of the small refrigerator and popping the tops for everybody. Pardoo
dared to put her hand on Russel's arm as he accepted one of the brews. He smiled
again at her, swigged beer. Joe Bob leaned against the wall.
"I was thinking of taking a little nap," Russel said. The words were spoken low, vaguely
in Joe Bob's direction. Russel raised his eyebrows at Joe Bob then. Pardoo could feel the
sensitivity of the scene. Bessie was still Joe Bob's woman and Russel wasn't so much of
a shit to just take her whenever the spirit moved him. He was asking, in a roundabout
kind of way, for Joe Bob's permission. Joe Bob sucked foam from the top of his can.
"Sure, you go ahead and do that Russel." Joe Bob actually smiled.
Pardoo dropped her eyes. She could feel Bessie's presence at the back of the bus. When
she glanced back, the girl sat on the edge of the bed, hands folded calmly in her lap as
she waited for whichever man decided he wanted to fuck her at that moment. Pardoo
was mad enough to spit, ashamed of Bessie's weak, accepting nature.
"I'm going for a walk," Pardoo said, pushing past Russel, shoving through the laughing,
jiving band members who seemed to be talking about cunt in no uncertain terms.
"Hey, Pardoo, you want a beer?" Wayne waved one in the air.
"Stick it up your ass!" She swung down the steps, bumped into Harley. He shrugged,
grinned. His T-shirt was smeared with pink lipstick. Pardoo moved by him and walked
in the heat toward the bar called Smitty's.
"What's eating her?" came from Wayne. She heard laughter as Harley said something
indiscernible. Pardoo looked down at the pointed toes of her boots as she walked. The
words of a Dolly Parton song were running through her head but she knew if she kept
on that way she'd cry again. She jammed her hands in her pockets and walked,
bringing her heels down hard on the sidewalk.


Chapter 2

"You can't do something like that!"
"He invited me, Barbara. And I'm going!" Jenny was breathing hard. She felt like she'd
never felt in her whole life. Her lips still tingled from where that guy, that roadie for
the band had kissed her. It had been a lovely kiss. She'd closed her eyes and dreamed
lovely, hot sex. Sex seemed all she could think about any more. Since her fifteenth
birthday it had gotten steadily worse. Jenny was sixteen now and almost out of her
mind with wondering about how it would be to fuck someone she was crazy about. She
wasn't really crazy about that guy named... what was his name? Harley! Yes, Harley.
Big, muscles under his T-shirt. He was a part of that band, the Dry Creek Stompers. A
real country band! She was dizzy with the idea, the daring of her plan.
"What's your old man going to say?"
"Oh shit, I go off every summer to visit my aunt. What's the difference? I'll write him a
note, tell him I'll call him. He'll be drinking till late anyhow..."
"Oh Jenny, you drive me crazy." Barbara rubbed her plump belly. She was sweating
from the heavy summer day. "It just doesn't seem... right. You don't even know these
guys."
Jenny looked dreamily out the window. She knew one, or thought she did. Russel. The
lead singer, the guitar player. He was absolutely the most beautiful male she'd ever seen
in her life! He was so far above any males she'd come into contact with that it was like
thinking of God when she thought of him. No, she hadn't met him yet, but she knew
him through his eyes. They were full of love. He'd winked at her in the crowd. But then
when the music was over, she hadn't had the nerve to approach. Especially after that
awful girl who was with them had been so rude. But Harley had been different. She
hadn't mentioned Russel to him at all, letting Harley come on in his own way. She'd
liked it of course. liked his hand on the ass of her jeans, even though it scared her half
to death. And then that kiss. She gave her everything on that, trying to make an
impression, hoping he would see how hip she was. He didn't have to know she was still
a virgin.
"Look, I'm going home," Barbara said, "I don't want anything to do with this."
"Don't tell anybody anything!" Jenny whispered, squeezing her plump friend's hand.
"I'll write you and tell you how it is."
Barbara frowned.
"I'm scared stiff, Jenny. You don't know... what might happen. These bands are so
weird. I mean, they probably smoke dope and everything."
"I'm not going to rot away the rest of the summer in Greerton. I'm just not! I'm sick to
death of this dumb town and the dumb guys and nothing ever happens!"
Barbara hugged her, started to the door, then turned and waved.
As soon as she was alone, Jenny began stripping off her halter, unzipped her jeans. The
little bungalow her dad owned was quiet except for the humming of the refrigerator in
the kitchen and her own hot breathing. Jenny glimpsed her reflection in the mirror over
her dresser. She was naked except for her sandals and powder-blue underwear, and
though she was burning to touch herself, to play with her soft body, she paused before
the reflected image of herself.
"I think I love him," she said to her reflection, reddening at the words immediately. But
it was true. Love at first sight. Jenny let her fingers slip under the elastic waistband of
her panties. She felt the blonde curls that had grown a little thicker the last year, felt the
damp beginning of her cuntal slit. She moved further, arching her slim back, teasing
her clit away from her own finger as if she were taking the part of two people. She did
that often, pretending she was a boy feeling herself up.
"Nooo... please don't," she breathed, closing her eyes.
Her knees shook as the finger rubbed against her clit and she sucked in her stomach
until her rib cage jutted sharply out. She turned sideways, looked at the mirror again.
"Ohhhhh Russel, I love you Russel," and the finger rode slickly down the velvety folds
of her cunt. She sucked her belly in further, rose on her tiptoes. The long muscles at
the backs of her legs stood out in relief. She swallowed, out of breath and shaking more
than ever.
Jenny fell backward on the bed, legs divided. Her hand worked deeper in the slick, hot
crevice that was beginning to flood with juice. She touched the barrier of her cherry,
pushed in there until she could feel the strain of the thin membrane, could feel it
pressed an inch into the tight hole which extended up into her body. She curled her lips
away from her teeth, licked them. She was panting excitedly, thinking now of the shape
of a man's cock and how it would fit inside her cunt. She had seen her father once by
accident. His cock had been dangling limply between his legs as he stepped from the
bath. The tip was of a different color and larger than the shaft. She'd seen his balls too.
Hanging in a loose sac underneath. Jenny remembered the mysterious excitement of
that moment, the naughtiness surrounding such an intimate peek. Even if it had been
her own father.
Her cunt lips were swollen fully now, peeled open to expose the pink, slippery juiciness
of her tenderest parts. She could even feel her clit pushing out from its warm
protection, out from the odd little hood. Yes, she'd gladly fuck with Russel. She'd wait
for him to ask her, she'd act cool about the whole thing. And he would ask her. She
was certain of that. She accompanied this thought with a rapid back-and-forth
movement of her fingertip over her tumid clitoris. The effect was instantaneous. She
bucked her hips on the bed, spread her toes in ecstasy. Ravishing fingers of heat
scorched up and down her body. The nape of her neck prickled and burned.
She bent her knees then let them flop straight again, whimpering, tossing her head
until blonde hair splashed in fine, soft tangles around her neck. She petted herself,
pretending the hands were those of a male. Russel of course. Jenny spread her thighs
until her pelvis bones cricked from the pressure. Her cunt was open in complete
surrender to her dancing, trembling fingers. She added the other hand, gouged wildly at
the seething heat of her pussy as if nursing as much juice from her as she could. The
slippery trickles coursed down her ass-cheeks, dampened her taut, dry ass-hole.
She rocked her hips, then made pumping motions against her clawing fingers. She
could feel the moisture on her ass-hole, could smell the pungent aroma of her cunt. She
was really enjoying it now, as the big muscles along the insides of her thighs bulged out
from the tension, added new heat to her soppy, throbbing pussy. Jenny loved her soft,
hot cunt. It was a special part of her, a part she still didn't understand. A tit was easier
to know somehow, easier to figure out. But that yearning hole which had never been
fucked... so much mystery remained... so much!
The sudden scratching on the door of her bedroom made Jenny jump in the bed. She
knew it must be Rorry, her father's big shepherd. He would be lonesome for a little
affection after a day by himself. Jenny lay back again and tried to close her mind to the
whining, whimpering animal outside in the hall. She even rolled onto her stomach and
pumped her slim ass up and down, letting her slick cunt lips part again and again
around her rigid fingers. But the dog's crying inched under the edge of her
concentration. She couldn't think those dizzy thoughts about Russel feeling her body,
kissing her; she couldn't focus on anything with that damned dog carrying on!
"Rorry, shut up!" She padded naked to the door and cracked it an inch. "Vic'll be home
in an hour or so." The dog sat back on his haunches and tilted his head up at her,
tongue dangling wetly out. Jenny pushed the door closed and crossed the room to the
bed. She had no more than sat on the edge of the mattress when Rorry scratched again,
pushing the door open. She hadn't shut it hard enough.
"Rorry... down!" But the dog had vaulted onto the middle of the bed, bouncing Jenny
around as he struggled for a firm footing on the springs. She fell half onto her side and
Rorry nuzzled close. His cold nose pushed against her tit, sunk into the white softness
of her belly.
She was on her stomach quickly, trying to swat the eager, friendly dog away. He was
licking her now, licking the soft places behind her knees, licking the rigid slim swells of
her calves and the fine bones around her young ankles. The sensation was very strange.
Jenny had never had anyone ever touch her like that... with their tongue! And yet the
idea of Rorry, a dog, doing it made her tremble with guilt. Guilt because the dog's licks
were having an effect on her that went far beyond simple affection from an animal to a
human being. Sparkling jolts of pleasure scorched her ass-cheeks, rippled up her
slender, white back. She moaned and tried to kick at the panting dog. He yipped
playfully and ducked easily under her attack to wiggle his long nose between her
slightly parted thighs.
"Nooooo! Oh goddamn it, Rorry, get away!" She tried to clamp her legs shut, but the
dog had taken a firm stance between them, tilting his head low so that he could sniff
out more of the lovely fragrance he'd suddenly discovered. The sudden penetration of
the big shepherd's nose into the crack of her ass made her squeal and fumble a hand
back to cover the tender spot that had come under attack.
For the first time, Rorry growled. Jenny trembled as his teeth cut into her hand. He
wasn't bringing blood, just squeezing her knuckles between his fangs to let her know he
didn't want her hand there. Jenny was afraid to say anything, afraid even to breathe.
Gingerly she pulled her hand out of Rorry's hot, wet mouth. He let her. Then she felt
him nuzzle between her ass-cheeks again. A rough, hot tongue drenched her taut asshole 
and the caress brought her body into a trembling arch so that only her tummy was
in full contact with the bed.
She felt suddenly weakened. The dog was firmly set between her thighs now, licking
steadily between the cushions of her white ass. She felt each cheek thoroughly wetted
with the dog's saliva. Some of it was dripping down into the still-throbbing cleft of her
cunt. Jenny was breathless with panic and fear. She knew the dog could be mean.
Maybe if she rolled onto her back, she could kick at him with her feet. Maybe one good
kick would bring Rorry back, would discourage him from what he was doing.
"Get away, Rorry! Get..." Her first kick missed. The second, Rorry caught in his
powerful jaws and the pain caused Jenny to writhe on her back against the mattress. He
was growling again, letting the long, ivory fangs cut a little. When she managed to
focus on his mouth she saw a tiny line of blood circling her ankle. Jenny was so scared
she didn't know what to do. Struggling only seemed to make Rorry angrier.
Shivering, she closed her eyes and held her breath, trying to relax her fear-locked
muscles. Slowly the big dog's bite lessened. She was afraid to try and look at her ankle
when at last Rorry let it fall to the bed. She was afraid to do anything but breathe softly
through her flared nostrils, praying that he wouldn't tear her belly open.
The next thing she felt was something very, very hot pressed against her swollen cunt
and then pulled upward. The swelled cunt lips parted easily in their juice and let the
dog's tongue into the deepest part of her cunt. When the friction grazed the tiny bulb
of her clit, Jenny gave a long, shivery cry of helplessness. Rorry pressed his paws against
her thighs, and as his claws dug into the tender flesh, Jenny opened for him. He was
moving his head in a steady up-and-down motion, lapping, licking, nipping at the
flooded, musky membranes of her virgin cunt.
"Ohhhhhh please, Rorry, noooooo!"
The dog gave a gruff rattle in his throat and tilted his head to push her outer cunt lips
even wider apart. He was ravishing the jelly-soft flesh that surrounded her hole now.
Jenny wriggled her hips, tried to inch higher on the bed. The dog inched too. Now he
was giving her clit friction again. It was so rough! Jenny bit her lip and dared to think
what was happening to her. She grew dizzy and half-sick. It was awful! An animal... her
goddamn father's goddamn dog! She had never really hated Vic, just felt empty about
him. Now she did hate him! Hated him because of a lot of things, and because of Rorry
too.
"No! Ohhhhh God noooooo!"
Jenny knew why she was becoming increasingly afraid. It was because the dog's steady,
wet licking of her parted cunt was doing something to her she didn't want to happen.
The insides of her thighs were tingling with a strange kind of burn. It was something
she had never felt before. Even when feeling herself up, or fingering her clitoris did this
sensation appear. And as she again tried to squirm her hips away from the hungry dog,
her movements only seemed to add to the tickle. The stunning excitement of that
licking friction made her quiver, made her nipples push outward like they had when
she'd touched them with her palm. She whimpered, fighting off the increasing fever and
at the same time succumbing to it. Why did it feel so good to succumb? To give in to
the panting, furry animal that had now wiggled his black nose hard against her cherry
seemed almost delicious when she didn't try to remember what was going on. Yes, like
a dream it didn't seem to matter any more than when she made up sexy little picture
shows in her mind while she masturbated. But this was real! Terribly, awfully real! "No!
Back, Rorry, back!"
She had pushed herself up on elbows, glaring at the big, burly shepherd. The dog bared
his fangs, growled. Jenny slumped back on the bed. She held her breath again, afraid
that at any moment she might feel the animal's mouth tearing her flesh from the bone.
But instead came only the frenzied, soft-wet stroke of his maddening tongue.
Jenny began to whimper softly as tears skidded down her cheeks. But even as she cried,
she felt the dog's tongue press again on her cherry. Thank God it was too soft to jab
her there, too dull on the end. Dogs couldn't sharpen their tongues like humans could,
or at least she'd never seen a dog that could. But just the touch of him against that
sensitive, dainty hole made her wiggle crazily on the bed.
Her tears were already drying. Hot thrills racked the muscles in her thighs and back.
Now Rorry had closed his small front teeth over one plump lip of her cunt. He made a
whistle-like sound through his nose and tugged at the delicate meat. Besides the
exquisite sensation of the flesh being stretched outward from her soft body, Jenny was
intensely aware of the situation, of the dog actually holding her cunt lips between his
teeth. For a reason she couldn't begin to understand, this reality thrilled her. She was
panting openly, full lips slack and shiny with her dripping saliva. Her eyes felt heavy
and had rolled halfway into her head. She let her hands slide down her belly, fearless
now of the dog's anger. She inched slender fingers into the curls of her cunt, let the
dog's tongue wet each knuckle in turn.
"Shit... oh help me, somebody... help!" But her whining cry was weak and without
certainty.
Rorry had soaked the skin of her thighs, her ass-hole, her pussy. The blonde curls of
her .cunt were drenched spirals clinging together. Juice from her body flooded out for
the dog to drink, wetted the bed under her ass. Jenny bit her bottom lip in
concentration as she tilted her pelvis up until the small of her back was flat on the
mattress and then down again until she was arched sharply. Even the rub of her ass
cheeks against the rough spread added fire to the frenzied storm. She was moving faster
now, humping her trim, strong body, not trying to escape the soppy friction of the
dog's mouth any longer.
"God... God oh God oh Goddamn...! " She was hurtling, falling, crashing through the
consuming energies that seemed to burst from the core of her belly with aching throbs
of glory. She clawed both fists full of bedspread and twisted like a snake under the
hungry dog. The hackles of fur around his neck stood up as if he were fighting and his
claws dug again and again at the inner flesh of her thighs.
Jenny cried out. She bucked her ass violently on the bed, feeling the pain of Rorry's
claws, not caring. She was a writhing, spasming nymph... alive and inflamed. She could
feel herself like that, feel the shape of her small body because of the way the bed rubbed
her back as she moved. She could feel her legs squeezed frighteningly against the husky,
strong sides of the big shepherd. She could feel her toes fanned against the mattress,
could feel the burning itch at the soles of her feet. And then she was mumbling those
words she always said when she came.
"Fuck! Oh fuck fuck fuck...! " Jenny twitched, drove her heels down hard against the
bed. She spasmed from head to toe, twisted her ass around in fast, hot circles as the dog
struggled to keep his lapping tongue against the sweet-smelling meat of her cunt. Jenny
came with a fury that she'd never experienced before. She came with her whole body, or
at least more of it than she'd used before. Not having to rub herself, having something
outside her being do it was the difference. She could feel something deep inside her
belly convulsing too. So powerful, so mysterious... it convulsed as if tightening in upon
itself, squeezing for something that was missing.
Rorry growled and jumped around between her flailing, white legs. He had for the
moment lost his concentration, seemed dazed with the excitement she felt. Jenny cried
out and thrust her fingers into the sloppy, hot mess of her cunt to keep the high,
feverish edge of her orgasm flowing. She pawed, sobbing, at the button of her clit. Its
swollen size surprised her when she squeezed it between thumb and finger, twisted it to
bring new turbulence from her exhausted muscles. Rorry was flopping around in a
strange way but she couldn't stop to see what was happening. She felt his lower body
graze her knee, felt something else she wasn't sure of.
"Uhhh, ohhh..." Jenny had twisted onto her stomach and was pumping her trim ass
rapidly up and down over her extended fingers. The fit was over, the ecstasy slipping
quickly away from her now. But a warm honey-glow was replacing it. She didn't want
to think about the details. About what a big dog had done to her cunt. She was happy,
she was content. She felt like sleeping. Then the hot licks exploded against her back.
She realized that Rorry was standing over her, rubbing his cock against one soft cheek
of her ass. And as he rubbed it, he came.
"You awful dog! Ohhhhhh Jesus...! " With her foot she pushed him off the bed. Then
she was up, finding a book to throw. Rorry seemed suddenly not so sure of himself. He
stumbled into the wall and Jenny saw that he was still working his broad haunches as
whitish strings of cum dripped to the floor.
"Get out! Get away!" The book struck one of the animal's legs and he yelped with
surprise more than pain. Jenny heard him scampering down the hall and into Vic's
room. She sat shaking on the edge of the bed, once more jolted into reality by what the
dog had done. She was afraid to touch the slimy globs on her skin and went instead to
the bathroom where she dabbed the cum off with a warm washrag. She was still
shaking, afraid to start crying and not really knowing if she wanted to. Vic would be
home soon. She had to dress and get something started on the stove or he would raise
holy hell.
Jenny slipped into her jeans, pulled on a shrunken T-shirt and padded on bare feet to
the kitchen. This would be the last meal she'd cook for her old man. He could starve
after that, for all she cared. A flood of realization came to her, the details of what had
just taken place on her bed. The dog bending over her naked body. Jenny couldn't deal
with it, couldn't handle something so foreign, something she still didn't understand. To
keep the thoughts away, she tried to imagine her new life. Her new life traveling with a
country band.


Chapter 3

Eddy the drummer was sitting with his feet up on the table, a beer cradled in his thick
hand. Pardoo sat across from him brooding. She liked Eddy, though today he was
getting on her nerves. She was always a little nervous when they were moving, when
they were heading for a new gig with new hassles and hang-ups. Especially since they'd
picked up a brand-new hang-up in the last town. A little blonde named Jenny who at
that moment was sitting in the front talking to Harley as he drove. Pardoo had been so
pissed off when first discovering the intruder that she'd locked herself in the bathroom
for an hour, ignoring pleas from the others until at last they'd wandered out to find a
bar or filling station.
"Looks like old Harley's pickin' peaches before the season even begun," Eddy grinned,
slopping beer over his sweatshirt.
"You can sure as hell shut the fuck up," Pardoo said.
"Just funnin' with you, Pardoo." Eddy popped a new beer and studied the ball of foam
that formed at the top of the can. "I know one guy on this bus who wouldn't mess
around like that if he had a chick like you."
Pardoo closed her eyes, took a breath. "Now who would that be, Fat Eddy?"
Eddy put a hand on her knee. "Why Fat Eddy hisself." He laughed, rubbed her gently
through a layer of denim.
"You're sweet as a cupcake, Eddy." Pardoo stared out the window at the passing wires
and telephone poles.
"What made Russel agree to let Harley drag her along anyway?"
"Huh?" Eddy squinted at her. "Oh, the blonde. She is under your skin, ain't she?"
"If somebody didn't look after all you pussy fools, this band would be in jail by now."
"Aw shit, Pardoo, it's nice to have a new piece of ass around. You're just getting nitpicky."
"She couldn't be more than sixteen." Pardoo stuck her bottom lip out and put her chin
on her hands. Jenny had moved into the open area of the bus and touched Russel on
the shoulder, let her hand linger there a moment. Russel had stopped stringing his
guitar. He was laughing at something the blonde had said. "If she's a runaway, and I'll
bet you she is, we could get in some big trouble when we cross that state line."
Eddy chuckled, tilted the beer up for a huge swallow. "Well, we due to cross it any time
now. You better get up there and kick her little ass out." He laughed again, touched
Pardoo's knee.
She got up and wandered to the front of the bus. Russel was sitting back, hands behind
his head as Jenny fluttered her long lashes and jabbered. Pardoo wished she could slap
her face. If it hadn't been for Harley wanting a piece of new cunt... But he probably
hadn't gotten any yet. She could tell when he was still on the make, when he was still
short of getting fucked. Even now he glanced in the rearview mirror to see what the hell
his piece of blonde pussy was doing with the star of the show. Pardoo sat down close
enough to hear them.
"I just knew you'd be nice. I told my girlfriend you would be." Jenny licked her full
bottom lip and smiled.
Pardoo glared. It was about then she noticed that Russel had a hard-on. There it was
plain as day, bulging big and tight and hot along his upper thigh. The blonde seemed
to notice it too though she never looked in that direction. Pardoo held her breath in
anger as Jenny put a hand on that very thigh and then quickly teased it away. Damn
her.
She got up, neither Russel nor the blonde noticing her presence. Though Pardoo didn't
feel in the mood for anything like sex, she was horny too. One half of her hated all
men, the other half was burning, moist, tingly. She was a mess and she knew it.
The door to her and Bessie's bedroom was closed, but she opened it quietly and slipped
in. She had to rest, had to get her mind straight. At least she wouldn't sit in there and
watch that little cunt work on Russel. Sure, she'd probably end up fucking him. It made
Pardoo so mad she could spit. She'd wanted Russel so long so bad that she figured she
was a little crazy because of it.
The bedroom was darkened, curtains drawn over all the windows. The sound of soft
snoring came from the bed, Bessie's snoring. And Pardoo recognized a deeper, huskier
sound. Joe Bob. She went to the bed and looked down at the dark, sleeping shapes.
Bessie was stretched out naked. Nestled with his head between her spread thighs was
Joe Bob, his lips still glossy from the small girl's cuntal juices. Bessie had a contented
look on her face. There were faint hicky marks on her tits and belly.
Pardoo shook her head. It was so simple for a simple girl. Why couldn't she be as
simple as curly-headed Bessie who was happy as long as she got a little cock, got a little
head and had time to play with her tarot cards. She never seemed to worry about a
thing. Pardoo almost snorted out loud. Why should Bessie worry! She was getting
fucked by Russel whether he loved her or not. At least she was getting that much from
him. It was a damn sight more than Pardoo had ever gotten.
Pardoo felt suddenly very weary. She inched around the bed in the dark and found a
small part where she could lie down. Gingerly she lowered herself and slipped off her
boots and jeans and lay back with just her cowboy shirt and panties on. It was cool in
that part of the bus and the gentle swaying motion made her close her eyes. She
thought of Russel's big collie and what had happened the day before. She was so horny
that she couldn't get the episode out of her mind and as she imagined the long, soft
tongue wetting her spread cunt, she began to grow increasingly passionate. Joe Bob
awakened slightly and crawled up so that he was between Bessie and Pardoo. He
opened his heavy eyes for a moment and smiled.
"Oh, hi, Pardoo, sorry I'm taking up all this room."
"It's okay, Joe Bob, I'm just wiped out today and thought I'd crash for a while."
She watched his muscled back as he buried his head in the pillow and rested a hand on
Bessie's belly. The girl's sleeping purr continued undisturbed. Pardoo was getting ideas.
She tried to keep from looking at the pretty curve of Joe Bob's ass-cheeks, the smooth
lines of his back. She couldn't keep from it, just couldn't. And yet any idea of doing
something with Joe Bob put her off. Not that there was anything wrong with Joe Bob.
It was just that she held herself above fooling with a friend's old man, and Joe Bob was
Bessie's old man, even though he loaned her out to Russel.
Things were always pretty loose on the bus. People tried to stay out of everybody else's
hair, but in such close quarters rules had to be broadly interpreted. A little fooling
around didn't usually piss anybody off. But Joe Bob was Bessie's. Pardoo just couldn't
bring herself to pick up on him just because she happened to be horny. And there she
was looking at his ass again.
Pardoo closed her eyes and slipped a hand down her belly. She probably shouldn't have
lain down in the first place, it only made her think of all the good fucking she wasn't
getting. She repositioned a leg just as Joe Bob was moving a little too and their thighs
brushed, stayed touching. Pardoo knew it was up to her to break the subtle, delicious
contact but she didn't. She let the skin cling, even grow a little moist.
Joe Bob wasn't sleeping any more. His breathing was deep, strained. Pardoo swallowed.
Her throat was dry. God, she was horny! It was so hard to think straight when she was
like that. like letting Matty lick her cunt. A damned dog! It still blew her mind
remembering, but then Pardoo had blown her mind lots of times in the past. She felt
Joe Bob's little finger push up against her arm. He had his hands flat on the bed beside
his shoulders, face turned away. But that little finger was reaching. Her mouth was only
a few inches away from his hand. She was panting now, there was no way to hide the
sound in the room. She looked at Joe Bob's little finger as it began to caress the edge of
her own hand. Their thighs were moving too, rubbing stickily in the damp cool of the
dark room.
Pardoo took Joe Bob's hand in hers and sucked his little finger between her teeth. He
grunted and rolled over, holding her head with his other hand, thrusting his loins
against her belly. She felt the sudden jut of his cock, a nice thick hot cock. She wiggled
her belly against it as they hugged on their sides.
"We can't do anything," she whispered. "Bessie..."
"She's asleep," Joe Bob breathed into her ear.
"She'd wake up."
"Bessie wouldn't mind anyway."
Pardoo kissed his hot palm. "She'd mind." She tilted her head to him. "Just kiss me
please... oh, God yes, kiss me!"
"Pardoo..." His lips surrounded hers, wet her chin and cheeks. Pardoo moved her ass
against his movements, slipped a trembling hand down his belly to circle the hard prick
that melded with her soft belly. Slowly she jacked the loose skin. Joe Bob grunted, dug
awkwardly between her legs. She pushed her cunt out for him, felt the blood-filled lips
being gouged open.
"Uuuhhh!" she gasped. Joe Bob circled her clitoris with a fingertip until the surging
juice clicked with a wet, sexy sound. The bus swayed on a corner and there was a small
sleeping sound from Bessie. Pardoo froze, held her breath.
"We can't. Joe Bob, you gotta quit now and I'm going to get dressed and get the hell
out of here."
"No, baby." He kissed her neck, twisted his fingers in her hair and pulled her chin up
so that he could wash it with his tongue.
Pardoo let her eyes flutter closed. She was fondling his balls now, gingerly massaging
the slick eggs, jacking his cock at the same time. Joe Bob inched downward on the bed.
It was so tempting! She knew how bad he wanted to shove that hard, hot cock into her
slick and flooding cunt. And she wanted it too! It was killing her she wanted it so bad.
But Bessie was right there! Pardoo didn't think she was cool enough to face her friend
there on the same mattress if she should awaken and find Joe Bob actually fucking...
"Joe Bob... please. I want you bad, I really do. But we just can't!"
"I've been wanting you for a long time, Pardoo. You're so fine. Your hair is so long and
soft and black." He thrust a finger deep into her cunt and wiggled it around. Pardoo bit
her lip and tried to think. The finger was sliding in and out now. It wasn't very big of
course, not as big as a cock, but it simulated the feeling of fucking and the gentle
friction past the circle of powerful muscles at her cunt's entrance made her tremble like
a young virgin who'd just been popped.
"Joe Bob... ohhhhhh please... what are we going to do?"
"We're going to fuck, sweet woman. You sweet, big woman."
"I guess I shouldn't have come in here at all, shouldn't have-" Joe Bob's tongue rammed
between her lips to stifle her words. She sucked it deep, letting him fuck her mouth
with it, probing, licking, teasing. Pardoo had begun to move her own body now. She
couldn't keep her hips from gently fucking up and down as Joe Bob tickled the velvet
soaked membranes that lined the deep cleft of her cunt. Yes, he was getting lower,
trying to press the bulging tip of his cock closer to her furry split. Pardoo felt the 
bloodfilled cockhead, let her circled fingers bump up against the underside as she 
jacked him off. Joe Bob groaned way back in his throat and thrust his hips back and 
forth. She was afraid that he would wake Bessie any time now. Pardoo felt like she 
had to grab her pants and bolt from the room. Before it was too late.
"Pardoo... I want to fuck you..."
"Shhhhhhh." She held a finger over his mouth but Joe Bob sucked it in and ran his
teeth along the knuckles. Pardoo gasped, held her breath. His cockhead was sliding
against the very beginning of her slit, rubbed wetly over her clit and sunk deeper along
the steamy V. She held his cock tightly near the crown. She wouldn't let him go
inside... or not very far anyway. She was burning up, but there had to be a stopping
point. If he actually got into her cunt, she'd be lost. They wouldn't be able to hold still
and then Bessie would wake up for sure.
Pardoo struggled to look over Joe Bob's body at the quietly sleeping girl. That same
simple smile was still on her lips, almost as if painted there forever. Bessie's orange
sized tits rose and fell, rose and fell. She looked so happy, so peaceful. And there was
her old man trying to fuck her best friend in the same bed.
Joe Bob had pressed the tip of his prick against the tightened hole of Pardoo's cunt. She
clenched it tight, trying to shut him out. But she didn't have the muscles of a virgin, or
even a near-virgin. Joe Bob pumped with his hips and managed to bury the cockhead
into mushy-slick cunt lips. Pardoo held tightly to his cock behind the ridged crown,
shaking her head as he tried to kiss her again.
"Nooooooo. We can't. Stop now, Joe Bob!" Even her whispers sounded loud in the
room, and yet the hum of the big tires on the pavement, the whooshing wind, covered
most of their sounds. Oh how she wished that she'd found Joe Bob alone. Not that
everyone else wouldn't have guessed the truth. As they were probably talking now
about something going on between all three of them.
"You'll move around too much, you'll shake the bed..."
"Noooo, honey. I promise ...just let me get it in... goddamn, Pardoo, doesn't it feel
fantastic?"
He was pushing so hard. Her grip had weakened, slick from her own juices. She let
some of his shaft slide through her circled fingers, felt the insides of her dark, hot tube
widening out before the smooth, swollen cockhead. Oh God yes, it did feel good! She
knew it would but hadn't guessed how badly she wanted it. The bed jiggled wildly as
Joe Bob moved his body over her at last, wiggled down between her thighs.
"You're shaking everything... be still!" Pardoo caught her breath as Joe Bob took one of
her ears inside his mouth and began to worm his tongue deep into the canal. She
choked, panted, thrust her hips upward as he lunged suddenly forward and skewered
her with his thick cock. Sooooo deep, so big! She fought off the impulse to fuck him
good and proper, to roll and pitch and cry out loud like she loved to do when fucking a
man. Her cunt ached with pent-up tension.
"Slow down. Joe Bob, quit that now... you're making everything bounce." In a panic,
Pardoo looked over at Bessie. No, she was still sleeping. Someone like Bessie was
incapable of playing possum. Joe Bob trembled as he humped his back to get every last
inch of his cock into her cunt. She felt him deep, deep, deep. She felt the pulsing veins
feeding the swollen glans that probed for her womb. Pardoo licked her dry lips and
found Joe Bob's mouth. She licked at his teeth, then gave him her tongue to suck. He
began to fuck her slowly and fully, pulling his cock almost completely out every time.
They had only been joined for a few minutes and already she sensed that he was going
to come before very long. If only she could get him to kiss her tit. That always speeded
her climax, intensified it.
"Joe Bob... honey, would you..."
"Ohhhhh Pardoo... you're so damned soft inside... so wet and soft and hot..."
"Please... oh please kiss my..." Joe Bob kissed her neck instead, her shoulder. "... my
tits..." His mouth found one turgid nipple and he sucked it in. Pardoo pressed the back
of his head with both hands, making him bite her a little, squirming her chest upward
against the hot wet of his licking. She dug her nails at the nape of his neck, his back.
She was trying to keep herself from really letting go, trying to keep from fucking like
she usually did. She couldn't do that. It would throw Bessie off the bed and she'd be
sure to wake up. Pardoo felt that her climax was dangling before her on a thread and
she couldn't quite seem to reach it. Joe Bob had begun to groan in a rhythmic, final
way. He was moving faster inside her and the steady friction of his body as it brushed
her clit was good. If only he could last for a little while longer, if only Bessie didn't
wake up... it was all such a terrible tangle.
"Pardooo... ohhhhh babyyy...!"
She felt Joe Bob's body stiffen in her arms. His kissing of her tit grew slack, slobbery.
His face fell into the hollow of her neck as he ground his pelvis down against her
softness. He was going for depth, giving her short, sharp jabs as instinctively he obeyed
the need to plant his jizz deep against the convulsing mouth of her womb. She groped
for the place where his cock came out of his body, circled strong fingers around the
shaft to hold him off. But as she squeezed, she felt the bolts of hot jizz rushing through
the small tube.
Frantic with frustrated passion, Pardoo reached further, squeezed one of Joe Bob's balls
and felt the savage spasms of the gland hidden in his body that was exploding spurt
after spurt of hot cum into her cunt. It was too late. Already Joe Bob was slowing his
movements. Pardoo whimpered, squirmed her cunt away from the still-rigid prick.
With shaking fingers she guided the glossy dome of the cockhead through her slit and
over the swell of her clit. As she rubbed the tiny nubbin with the head of Joe Bob's cock
she felt another fountain of frothy cum... her fingers were pressing again where the twin
eggs were connected into his body and she felt the steady jump of his prostate as it
unloaded its last droplets of jizz. She could smell the sharp aroma of it; she was getting
closer to the razor edge of ecstasy.
"Hunhhh... hunhhh," she breathed against Joe Bob's ear, squirming her ass in circles on
the bed, still afraid that Bessie would awaken at any moment. But Joe Bob pulled
suddenly away, leaned back on his haunches. He was wiping the cum from his cock
with the sheet, yawning. Pardoo looked at her hands. They were trembling like she had
a bad case of palsy. Bessie still snored softly, her head deep in the large pillow. She
looked like a small, pretty doll. Pardoo began to sob quietly but Joe Bob didn't seem to
notice. He was pulling on his pants.
Pardoo cried for a good five minutes after Joe Bob had left the bedroom. The bus
swayed and bounced along on its way toward Oklahoma. Bessie slept. Finally, Pardoo
dried her eyes and tried to understand what was happening inside her head. Bessie
scratched in her sleep, opened an eye.
"Hi, Pardoo. Where's Joe Bob?"
"He's up and around," she said, hiding her red eyes.
"I had the wildest dream." Pretty Bessie was smiling. She was so damned happylooking. 
No one deserved to be so happy. Pardoo chewed a nail.
Bessie was sitting up, examining one of her small tits as if it were some precious jewel
she'd just discovered. "I dreamed that Joe Bob and Russel both were making love to
me." She giggled. "Both at the same time."
"Far out." Pardoo felt like she needed a drink. It wasn't very often that she drank
because she was blue. But now she needed that drink. A drink and a sad country song.
"It was so weird. But fun." Bessie giggled again, rubbed a tiny hand down her belly.
Pardoo decided that it wasn't fair to be irritated with Bessie. That would be like getting
angry at a puppy for wagging its tail. She smiled at the young girl. She really liked
Bessie for that special innocence, for her carefree existence. Maybe some of the girl's
luck would rub off on her someday. Bessie bounced up and wiggled into a pair of jeans.
"What do you think about that new chick, Pardoo?"
"I don't think much of her if you want the truth."
"Me neither. Seems like things are tight enough without taking on more passengers.
Are you pissed at Harley for going after her?"
"Harley can go fuck himself for all I care." Pardoo was tickled at the up front way
Bessie talked about things. "Anyway, it looks like Harley won't have much of a chance.
I think that little blonde has already got Russel's tongue hard."
Bessie zipped her pants, frowned in the mirror. "Yeah. I'm hip to that." She shrugged.
"I'll lay out my cards tonight and see what's up." She pulled on a top and bounced from
the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. Pardoo was about to get up to shut it when
Russel's big collie pushed his nose through, saw her in the bed and came into the room
all tail-wagging and happy pants. Pardoo closed the door then. Before she'd even
turned, the handsome dog was pressing his long nose up between her thighs from
behind, snuffling and licking her cummy, swollen cunt.
She stood there in the middle of the room and let him go, spreading her legs to give
him more succulent flesh to work on. So she'd gone to the dogs. A dog was a girl's best
friend. The dog days of summer had arrived. Pardoo smiled, closed her eyes to the
soothing, gentle wash of Matty's tongue along her inflamed membranes. Her knees had
grown weak. She managed to wobble to the bed and fall backward on it. Matty was on
her like a flash, growling low with excitement. In the darkness, in the muddled
frustration of her own mind, she began to tussle with him, rolling him onto his back,
smoothing her long fingers down over his belly.
The dog panted happily, licking at her hands, arms, face. Pardoo knew what she was
going to let happen. She had to get her rocks off, just had to. It didn't seem to matter
just how she went about it. Nobody in the bus seemed to be taking care of her business.
Outside of Fat Eddy, no one seemed to give a shit. But Matty liked her. And he was a
sweet dog. She gave rein to this momentary fairy tale, even pretending that Matty was a
prince who'd been transformed by the Wicked Witch of the East. If only some beautiful
girl would allow him to... to fuck her, Matty would immediately flash back to his
former self.
Pardoo laughed as the dog's tongue washed her face. She hadn't let herself think about
what her hand was doing under his belly. She was in a dark room with her eyes closed
and her mind roaming in its hunger. She felt the hard welt of his cock sheath, ran her
nails along it until the slick, red cock jabbed suddenly out from the animal's belly. She
worked the sheath steadily, feeling his cock grow and gain thickness. Matty was a big
dog and yet the size of his prick surprised her.
"You're a good boy, aren't you, Matty... good boy... good boy..." Steadily she jacked the
furry sheath. Matty began to whimper and twist his body as if he wanted to wag and
fuck and turn himself inside out. Pardoo opened her neck to his licking. She was on her
back and now the dog's cock had grown long enough to drag wetly across her body as
he humped his narrow, strong haunches.
Pardoo had started to massage herself as she worked the dog into a frenzy. Her clit
bulged out hugely from the tiny hood. Her small cunt lips had grown mushy and thick
and were actually hanging out from between the plump outer swells of her cunt. It was
too bad that dogs didn't fit human girls so good. Pardoo caught her breath short at this
thought was a little shocked that she'd actually considered the possibility. But she had.
That was all there was to it. Matty was licking one of her tits now and she twisted to
prolong this happy accident. She was damp from his hot spit and the feel of his
compact balls, of his throbbing, cock-filled sheath was a lot more exciting than she'd
first imagined.
Pardoo turned, got up on her hands and knees. She was blushing at herself and yet not
ashamed either. Pardoo shut out what she might feel like when it was over. She closed
the door on tomorrow or even the next hour. It was now. She was hornier than a bitch
in heat and a horny, affectionate collie was trying his best to figure out how to pull off a
trick. She ruffled Matty's thick neck fur and cooed to him. The dog jumped up on her
back, thrusting his red cock against one of her thighs. Pardoo felt the weight of him,
steadied her dog-like stance to support his thrashing. With one hand she reached
beneath her belly and dragged a curved finger along her slick, spread cunt. A shudder
of excitement brought a groan to her throat.
Matty slipped from her back, his claws scratching her sharply. Even that felt good. She
was in a bad way. She humped her back, wiggled her ass at the panting animal. He
whined again, mounted. Pardoo worked her fingertip deep into the mushy heat around
her clit. Oh God, why was it so hard to get someone to satisfy her. Poor Matty didn't
seem to be able to figure it out, much as he wanted to and she was so strung out with
frustration that she wondered if she would be able to reach a climax at all. And then the
accident happened.
Matty had been clawing and slipping and humping his underbelly against her broad,
soft ass-cheeks. For no special reason, Pardoo widened her knees, bringing her ass lower
and allowing Matty's hind paws to dig into the tangled covers. She heard the sheet rip
as he dug forward and the hot, raw barb of his cock slipped against one puffy cunt lip
and miraculously sunk deep into her pussy. Pardoo choked with a cry as the dog yipped
and fought to keep the advantage. He was feverish with dog excitement, plunging his
narrow ass faster than would ever be possible for a human male. It was a rapid, jabbing
in and out, the cock growing deep inside her as the dog worked it in.
"Ohhh... Ohhh goddamn... Matty... good Matty, good dog..."
It had happened so fast. The change from teasing, maddening touches to savage
penetration. Her insides rolled with newborn spasms, rolled around the invading cock
of the dog. She felt her cunt close down around the bright-red prick. Her body seemed
to have focus now, she was pulsing steadily toward orgasm. The quickness of her
response was almost unbelievable. She had never been excited so quickly, even though
she had been well primed by Joe Bob. Matty's furry body rubbed her and Pardoo
thought it sexy. Very sexy. She was under the weight of the fucking animal, feeling with
every fiber his instinctive yearning hunger to impregnate her.
She let her head fall between her braced arms, shook black hair down to curtain her
drooling mouth. Matty fucked her with confidence now, with strength. She felt the edge
of his furred sheath rub up between the soft cheeks of her ass as he fucked her. The dog
growled again and caught a pinch of flesh near her shoulder, biting it hard enough to
hurt, holding her so that she wouldn't escape. This primal carnality made Pardoo
almost faint with passion. In seconds, she felt her orgasm begin. She babbled as spit
dripped from the corners of her mouth and wet the sheet below. Matty had his back
feet planted well apart now and had slowed slightly with his attack. His cock seemed
huge inside her, too big for a dog's cock. And yet she felt it so good! Its shape, its slick
heat! The way it gouged at the sides of her cunt when the dog lurched for a better
angle.
"Ohhhhh... oh Jesus Christ..." Her arms collapsed and she fell with her face against the
sheet, ass high for Matty to fuck. He scrabbled his claws across her back, worked his
hind feet closer to give his plunging cock even more depth. Pardoo felt the angry barb
jab against the mouth of her womb. He was deep! As deep as she'd ever been fucked by
a man! And her convulsing, quivering cunt milked the steely prick, urging it to flood
her with dog jizz. She cried into the bed and pranced her ass excitedly, pinching the
circle of muscles at her cunt mouth tight around the dog's cock.
The dog twisted his head to the side and she felt his hot-breathed mouth close down on
her neck. He was holding her! He had her helpless, pinned, submissive to his final
penetration. Pardoo sobbed with the blasting tension of her spasming body. Matty held
his cock very, very deep and again fucked his haunches in rapid little jabs. She felt very
clearly the quick flood of something hot inside her. Almost immediately it was leaking
down one thigh, puddling slickly around her knee. She came with a jerking, wiggling
grunt of animal lust. Her neck was locked firmly in the dog's mouth. She wasn't being
hurt and yet it hurt. She loved the hurt, made her ass move in feverish, raging circles as
the big dog held his red cock against her womb and gave shivering jerks as the sticky
cum spurted now from the edges of her pussy.
It was unbelievably beautiful. Pardoo cried with happiness and release. She was
laughing now, collapsing under the excited, lusty dog as he still clung with his fangs to
her slender neck. Pardoo fell finally in giggling, sobbing shivers of joy and she heard
the suction as Matty's cock slipped from her raw, hot cunt. A last spurt of the animal's
cum spit upward across her back and dribbled down onto the side of one tit. His mouth
relaxed on her neck and suddenly he was licking the dents his fangs had made, wetting
the hair at the nape of her neck.
Pardoo felt as if a wild lover had fucked her and now was caressing her gently. Why
not? It was true, wasn't it? She smiled at her tumbling, crazed thoughts, content now to
be content. Happy to be happy. To hell with the rest of it. Pardoo slept. When she
awoke, Bessie was tapping lightly on the bedroom door. The bus was stopped.
Pardoo pushed herself up, looked at the drying mess on her body, the slick seep of her
cunt. She rubbed her eyes, saw Matty curled peacefully in one corner of the room.
"We're in El Reno," Bessie called. "Everybody's going in this bar to have a drink,
Pardoo." Pardoo heard the girl's soft footsteps fading away. She got up, mopped the
dog cum from her swollen cunt, took a deep breath. A crack of sunshine leaked
through one window. The air was muggy, hot. When she pulled on a fresh pair of
panties, Matty eyed her with his usual detached dog's curiosity. She knelt and rubbed
his head until he closed his eyes with pleasure.
"What am I going to do with you, Matty?" She leaned down to kiss his long muzzle.
Then she knew she had to have that drink. She had to have it quick before she started
thinking twisted, before she freaked. Pardoo pulled on a peasant blouse and hurried
down the narrow hallway of the bus.


Chapter 4

Jenny squirmed on the big sofa that stretched along one side of the bus' big living area.
She folded her small, thin hands on her lap, sat on them, then tucked them under her
armpits. She was very uncomfortable. The whole band, even Bessie and Pardoo, had
gone into the bar for a drink. Russel had stopped her at the door and asked her to stay
in the bus with him. Now he was sitting across from her, smiling, plunking idly on his
guitar. She had spoken to him before but now she was lost for anything to say. Maybe
because of the way he was looking at her. In high school the girls called it getting
undressed by a guy's eyes.
"I think I got a song about you," Russel drawled. His gray eyes twinkled with
amusement. "I was playing around with the words all morning, diggin' how you kinda
invaded us."
"I didn't mean to invade..."
Russel waved a hand. "Oh that's cool. I wouldn't have let you come along unless I'd
liked you."
Jenny felt her face go hot. She licked her lips, tried to make her lashes flutter sexily like
she'd seen a starlet do in a movie.
"You like me?"
"Uh-huh." The guitar tinkled, droned a country melody. "You're pretty, you know?"
"Thanks." Jenny bit her tongue. "I like your looks too." She dropped her eyes.
Russel put his guitar down, walked across the bus. Jenny held her breath as he sat down
and wrapped an arm around her narrow shoulders.
"How come you're trembling, honey?"
Jenny shrugged. "Don't know. It's because of you I guess."
Russel laughed and pulled her harder against him. She felt his mouth in her hair and
closed her eyes. Then he was smoothing a hand between her shoulder blades. Up and
down, up and down. It was so warm. It made her feel so glowy and hot and dry in the
mouth. She opened her eyes again. She was panting slightly and forced herself to
breathe through the nose so Russel wouldn't know.
"You are one sweet little piece, you know that?"
Jenny shook her head. She was trying not to let Russel's way of talking freak her out.
She told herself that musicians were pretty loose. They lived a crazier, wilder life. They
just talked like that sometimes. Russel put a hand on her thigh and Jenny quickly
covered it with her own, tried to intertwine his fingers in hers. Russel took her hand to
his mouth and pressed the palm against his lips. When she felt his tongue tip tracing
out the sensitive places between each finger, Jenny couldn't help but make a soft sound
deep in her throat. There was a sudden flood of moisture between her thighs and she
felt the silk crotclipiece of her panties go damp.
"How old are you, baby?"
"S-s-sixteen." Jenny tried to look at him, but Russel had taken her little finger between
his teeth now and was chewing it in a terribly sexy way. She gasped to get her breath.
His hot tongue licked her knuckles, curved around her finger until she could feel the
strong suction.
"You know what I want to do?"
Jenny let out a lungful of air, fought to steady her voice. "What?"
"I want to take you in my bedroom over there and whisper pretty things in those pretty
li'l ears of yours and then when we both feel real relaxed and mellowed out I'm gonna
eat your pussy..."
Jenny got up and walked quickly to the opposite side of the bus. She couldn't turn,
couldn't look at him. She worked her small toes back and forth against the soles of her
sandals. She was freaked, trembling all over. She thought she might faint. Russel was
behind her then, strong arms surrounding her coltish form. His long fingers smoothed
down her belly where it was bare under her short top. Then those fingers moved
further, rubbed hard against the crotch of her jeans. She felt weak, panting and weak.
He started kissing through her hair then, kissing her ear, nibbling the lobe until she
groaned with pleasure and stark fear for what he would do next.
"Please... I... I..."
Russel had turned her slightly, had started to wet the sides of her face. She tried to
move away but he held her head firmly and then it was too late to move at all. Their
lips brushed and Russel licked her dry ones wet again. She let them cling to his as he
worked the tip of his tongue between her teeth. He did it gently, easily until before she
could stop him she was actually doing what he obviously wanted her to do. She was
gingerly sucking on it, sucking his tongue!
"Nooooo!" She twisted to free herself. Russel circled his hands around her small waist
and brought her ass back hard against the front of his jeans. There was no mistaking
the hard lump she felt pressing between the firm cheeks of her ass.
"I wanna eat your pussy, Jenny. I wanna eat it until you're climbing all over that
damned bed..."
"Oh God... oh noooo. I'm really sorry to be acting so strange and all, Russel," she
babbled, "but I feel awful nervous today and I just really don't think I could even think
of..." Her words dribbled off into nothing. She was panting loudly. Her mind tumbled
in wild confusion.
Russel was moving her toward the door of his room. They were inside. Everything
seemed blurred, unsteady. She felt herself falling and realized that Russel was falling
too, carrying her with him onto the big bed. They bounced wildly on the mattress and
Russel chuckled, pushed his open mouth down over her throat. The sensation was
unbelievable. No boy had ever kissed her like that. His tongue was ravishing every pore
of the white neck flesh, soaking her with spit. She turned her face to the side and felt
his licking tickle up under her ear. Then he sucked the whole thing between his teeth.
Below his hands were busy at the front of her jeans. She heard the zipper, felt the
release of the tight pressure of her pants. He smoothed a palm over the pert swell of
one ass-cheek. Instinctively she pinched the cheeks together. Russel laughed.
"Hey, you like that, don't you?" He laughed again. "You're a hot little filly that just
ain't been broke yet." Jenny felt her shortie top being pushed up. One of her tits jiggled
as the elastic caught on a nipple for a moment and then snapped away. Russel was
looking at the smallish tit, licking his lips. Jenny tried to get a hand free to pull her top
back down but he had her wrists pinned over her head, holding both of them in one
huge hand. The sexy tickle of his mustache made her close her eyes as Russel covered
her tit with his mouth and sucked it deep. There was nothing left. He had it all. Had it
between his teeth. And when his tongue raked the small, pink nipple, Jenny gave a
shuddering, helpless cry.
"Oh yeah! Now ain't that nice?" He put his mouth on her tit again and dug circles
around the dainty areola that bordered the nipple. Jenny bucked in his strong grasp, bit
her lip as the unfamiliar tingles sped across her skin. Her soft little cunt throbbed now
and she knew that she'd soaked her panties all the way through. It was too much, too
unexpected. She'd imagined that Russel would have kissed her one day and held hands
and maybe they would take in a movie in some town and he'd buy her something nice
and take her to eat... 
"Damn, you're fine..." Russel had her jeans down around her knees. She tried to tangle
her ankles up but he only laughed and used both hands while she grasped frantically at
his shoulders and tried to jerk him away from undressing her. A sandal came undone
and joined her Levis' on the floor by the bed. Shaking, staring at him wildly, Jenny held
the elastic of her panties, pulling so hard that she felt the narrow band of silk at her
crotch slide wetly into her cuntal slit.
"Look, honey, I thought you liked me."
Jenny opened her mouth, closed it again. Russel had such a funny look in his eyes. His
fingers opened and closed as he looked at her clamped thighs and shivering tummy.
Then he fell across the bed and began to kiss the damp silk around her cuntal mound.
She couldn't keep him from forcing her knees apart and then his tongue was pressing
into her slit too, pushing the pantycrotch even deeper. Jenny felt dizzy and scared. The
lovely sensations around her pussy threatened to swamp her common sense. Everything
was going too fast. She felt like she was on a rollercoaster with no seat belts.
She gasped as Russel stretched the silk far enough to one side to touch his tongue
against a swollen cunt lip. She'd heard of men doing this to girls, eating them out. It
had always sounded so... dirty. When younger she'd never really believed it actually
happened, thought instead that her girlfriends made it up to scare or impress her. But
Russel had come right out and said it... eat her pussy. And he was trying. He was really
trying.
She grabbed his head with both hands and tried to push him back. Jenny was sitting
up, her small tits jiggling softly on her chest as she shoved. Russel only laughed and
kept kissing the slick juice from the sparsely furred cunt lip he'd exposed. The tingling
tickle made her breath catch. She felt her arms weakening, felt a glowing warmth that
spread through her loins and belly. She didn't know how Russel had gotten his jeans off
so quick. She'd fallen back on the pillow again, clamped both hands over her throbbing
crotch... and then there he was, hovering over her on his hands and knees, his cock
bobbing heavily from under his belly.
Jenny shuddered. It was the biggest cock she'd ever seen, but then she'd only looked at
her father's prick, and that only a glance. Of course there were the stories she'd picked
up from friends at school. Russel's cock looked too big to get inside a girl's body.
He caught her hand, made her touch the shaft near where it jutted out from his body.
She jerked back, horrified at the leering look on his face. But he caught her hand again
and forced her thin fingers around the heavy thing. Then he was making her move the
skin up and down on his cock.
Jenny closed her eyes, opened them again. She felt out of breath and faint. But the feel
of the cock against her palm, the smooth slide of the skin up and down brought thrills
to her body. She didn't know why, couldn't understand exactly what was happening.
Then she saw that Russel's cock was actually increasing in size! The thing had gotten
thicker, heavier in her hand. And the tip had swollen so large that it was forcing the
foreskin back. The bluish, slickly coated head was half exposed and as Russel forced her
hand down hard, she pulled the skin tight along his cock and she saw the gracefully
curved crown completely stripped of its protective covering. A small droplet dangled
from the orifice at the very tip.
Russel grunted with pleasure and worked her hand up and down, up and down. When
she was holding way back on the hard, hot shaft, his balls brushed her little finger.
They felt squiggly and loose, and Jenny realized she was panting hard.
"Russel, I don't want to do this... I want to be alone..."
Russel plunged his mouth against one of her tits, flopping the helpless pink nipple
around wildly with his tongue. Jenny arched her back, squirmed wildly to free herself
from the delightfully sharp teeth, the ravishing licks. She wanted so bad to let herself
go, to enjoy this scary, wonderful thing that was happening to her. But another part of
her was frozen with fear. She hadn't realized she would be so afraid with a man. But
she'd only been with boys. A kiss or two, a clumsy feel of her tit through two layers of
clothing...
"Nooooo... Russell"
Russel had grasped her wrists in one strong hand as he lowered his stomach down over
her heaving belly. He was holding his cock now, pushing it down between her spread
thighs. She felt the heat of the tip against one naked thigh. She strained hard against
his strength, felt the big muscles in her legs cord out from the tension. Then her
pantycrotch had been shoved to the side again and she felt for the very first time in her
life a man's cock slipping slickly between her plump outer cunt lips. Heat on heat. It
was breathtaking and scary and... and dangerous!
"Russel... I've never done it with a guy... never! I can't let you do this! I'll get knocked
up! I'll ...I'll die!"
Russel had been kissing her. He stopped and looked into her blue eyes with his steel
gray ones. She felt him feeling around with the head of his cock, sliding it up and down
the juicy, hot crevice. He paused at the place where she knew the flesh was squeezed
together, where her cherry guarded the tender place no man had ever so much as
slipped a finger into. Jenny squirmed herself backward on the bed, whimpering as
Russel pressed against the mouth of her cunt with his cock.
"Damn!" He looked at her again. "You sure are a virgin, ain't ya?"
"Oh Russel, please let me up, please!" Jenny's mind swirled with a falling, wild fear. He
was shoving his hips forward, stretching her cherry into her body. She flailed the bed
with her heels, tried to kick him. Russel kissed her neck, her chest, still holding her
hands above her head with one hand while he dug fingers into her ass with the other.
Then just as a tiny shot of pain rocketed through her crotch she screamed. Russel
pulled back, pushed her away from him.
"For the love of Christ... ! " he said. Russel looked at her like she was just a sissy, just a
freaky young chick who didn't know a damned thing about what life was all about.
Jenny sat trembling, her hands once again clamped over her cunt. She watched Russel
pull on his clothes. She wished she could say something. She didn't want him to give
up on her just because she hadn't been able to let go. She did want to let go. But she
wanted it to be right, wanted it to be romantic and... She sucked her bottom lip. Or was
she really afraid? Really deep-down and freaked-out afraid.
"Guess I'll go get me a drink," Russel drawled, waving back at her from the door. Jenny
gave him a small smile, her eyes pleading for a gentle look from him before he
disappeared. Russel studied her, swept his gaze over her coltish, thin legs, her naked,
flat belly. Then he smiled and was gone.
When Jenny looked at the hand that had been pressed to her swollen cunt lips, it had a
tiny smear of blood. She knew that he had ruptured her slightly with his cock. She
knew she wasn't completely a virgin any more. But when she spread her knees and felt
around gingerly with a spit-wet finger, she couldn't find a breach. So really she was still
a virgin. Her emotions were tangled. What did it matter?
And yet it had mattered, it had mattered a lot at the moment she thought she was going
to be fucked. Jenny felt as if some terrible and frightening dregs of her mind had been
stirred up. She was learning things about herself she hadn't guessed before. About men,
about making love, about her own responses. It wasn't as simple as she'd first imagined.
It wasn't just a sweet little story out of a love and romance comic book. It was all
muddled and confused.
Jenny dabbed at her throbbing cunt with a finger and looked again. She'd stopped
bleeding. Russel hadn't really broken through at all, just torn her a little. Her heart was
beating fast and she still felt weak. She knew what she wanted to do. She'd been worked
up despite her efforts against Russel. She was scalding, steamy hot between the legs.
Her cuntal juices were still flowing freely, wetting the sheer material of her panties.
Jenny squirmed them off before she even thought of whose room she was in. Russel
might come back. And if he found her stretched naked across his bed, she wouldn't get
another chance. Grabbing her panties, jeans and top, she worked her foot into her
fallen sandal and opened the door a crack. The bus was still empty. Quickly she padded
down the hall toward the small room where Harley had told her she could stay. It was
barely big enough for a tiny cot and a small table, but it was hers.
Before she could close the door behind her, Jenny heard the tic-tic of a dog's paws
coming down the hall. It was Matty, curving his body around her door now, jumping to
put his feet against her chest. As Jenny ruffled his neck fur she remembered what Vic's
dog Rorry had done back in her bedroom at home. It was funny how completely she'd
pushed that episode into the back of her mind. And even as she remembered, Matty
was down again, nuzzling her naked thighs, pressing his nose up between...
"God..." The tongue had flashed so quickly between the soppy, hot folds of her cunt
that Jenny had to reach out in the little room and steady herself against the wall. Matty
had tasted her now and he worked his muzzle around wildly, slapping the roughness of
his tongue deep under her cunt lips, dragging it back with surprising force. Again the
lips parted and the tongue slithered along the deepest part of her cleft, brushing finally
her clit in its little hood.
"Uuhhhhhh!" she gasped, slipping down the wall until she was sitting on the edge of
the bed.
Jenny knew she should stop what was happening. She was watching the dog, his feet
scratching eagerly on the floor, wiggle his nose hard against her cunt lips and push the
black snout in. He rubbed her clit as he nuzzled and when that tongue stroked her,
Jenny thought she would faint with the feeling. His head was even with her cunt as she
sat there at the edge of the bed. Yes, she should stop it... stop it now. But at the same
time she was so close! So close to coming from the subtle teasing of the dog's tongue.
Jenny slumped back, let her knees fall apart. Matty was on her before she could even
scream and she felt something pointed and hard smear slickly up the inside of her
thigh. The way her shoulders were cramped against the wall of the tiny room, her angle
on the bed... she was trapped, thighs spread around the big collie who'd leaped half
onto her. His paws pinned her shoulders and Jenny was surprised at the animal's
weight.
Almost at the same instant, her outer cunt lips were forced apart by something...
Jenny's mind almost refused to accept what was taking place. The collie yipped with
excitement and lunged powerfully with his haunches. Jenny knew as soon as the streak
of fire shot through her cunt that Matty's aim had been accidentally perfect. And even
though the pain made her toss her head, she could feel the slick knob of the dog's cock
pushing into the virgin well of her cunt.
"Oh Jesus God... oh nooo! No, no, nooooo!" Her hips tucked and wallowed but she was
trapped there in the closet-like room, her shoulders and head wedged against the wall,
her knees parted around the dog's powerful body as he pinned her. He humped his
back again and Jenny gave a babbling scream as the cock sunk ever deeper. The pain
was just a sting now, but her mind was a mess.
A dog was fucking her. A dog had penetrated her cherry with his red, ugly prick and he
was jabbing and fucking with crazed lust. And it was her fault! Even letting her father's
dog do it had been a mistake. What was wrong with her... why couldn't she push the
collie away or squirm from underneath him?
"Ohhhhhhh... oh God it feels so weird..." The furry hilt of the animal's cock had been
pushed against her clit. As he rocked himself another inch into her cunt, Jenny felt
herself scooting down on the mattress, widening her legs around the dog, working her
hips now.
"I'm losing my mind... I know it. I'm wicked, I'm wicked, wicked, wicked!" And she
had worked her hips out so that the collie could fuck her as much as he wanted. Now
that his slick cock was grooving the fresh, pink walls of her cunt, Jenny didn't think she
could get enough of it. It was the sensation of having some strange, long, hot thing
inside her belly. It was the knowing that there was a cock jammed deep into her
throbbing pussy. The sensation was unbelievably hypnotizing, fantastically hard to end.
So this was what fucking was all about!
Jenny blocked the constant crash of her conscience, the shameful knowledge that it was
an animal who'd broken her cherry. What she had to do was concentrate on the
fucking itself... and that wasn't so hard to do. The fucking was glorious! It stretched
parts of her deep inside that had never been touched before. It rubbed and tickled and
burned her with shivering spasms of joy. She panted and moaned as the dog licked her
pink nipples up out of the softness of her areolas.
She managed to go so far as to grab the collie by the neck and start pulling him back,
but in frantic need to stay inside her, he broke into a flurry of rapid, rabbity fucking.
Jenny felt the drool pour from one corner of her mouth as she slumped back on the bed
and tilted her cunt up for him to fuck.
And then the crashing realization reeled into focus in Jenny's mind. She bucked with a
sickening spasm of disgust and managed somehow to twist away from the collie's heavy
paws. She felt the slick knob of his cock slip from her cunt, knead him backward at the
same time. The dog barked and pranced wildly around the small room. Jenny clapped a
hand over her cunt and staggered against the table, falling onto her knees. Matty
hunched his body against her thigh, her back. He was making a lot of noise. What if
someone was to come into the bus? They would know she had the dog in her room.
Jenny was frantic with guilt.
"Quiet, boy... quiet, Matty!" She tried to crawl to the door to let him out but the dog
bumped her back, thrust his extended, slick cock against her hand. Yes, she could quiet
him that way. She could hardly stand to touch that... that thing, but she had to. It was
far weirder than touching Russel's cock. It was furry at the sheath and the part that had
been inside her body smelled of her own adolescent cunt and the dog's heat.
Jenny grasped the cock where the sheath was covering it and began to work the skin up
and down as fast as she could. Despite her disgust, she found herself watching the
change that her caresses caused. The collie fell to his side on the floor, floundering with
wild spasms. He had stopped barking and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. But it was
his cock that was the most fascinating. Yes, she was fascinated, despite her fear of
discovery, her shame for having let things go as far as they had.
Matty's cock was extended six inches beyond the sheath and it seemed to be growing
even longer. Jenny could hardly believe that something so potent-looking had been
pushed into her soft, slender body. It made her shiver with an unfamiliar emotion, an
emotion that wasn't unpleasant. And yet she felt the guilt too, hanging on her mind
like a leech.
"Good dog," she cooed, soothing him. It would just blow her mind completely if
somebody from the band caught her with the dog, doing what she was doing. Jenny
thought she would die from embarrassment. The dog's cock pulsed powerfully and she
could see the barbed ridge at the tip swelling suddenly larger. She couldn't help but
imagine that thing being inside her cunt. She'd felt it there! And the heat against her
hand reminded her of the heat against her deep, velvety folds.
"Oh damn," she whispered. The animal's cock had gotten so rigid that it was like
holding a piece of red iron. And accidentally her hand had slipped up the shaft to
where it was slick with the dog's juices and hers. Matty growled oddly and hunched his
rear end crazily. A froth of whitish bubbles appeared at the tip of his cock and then a
powerful jet of cum arced across the floor.
Jenny knelt forward, milking the ecstatic animal with her small fingers, feeling the veins
and the bursting canal that carried the hot jizz up. She felt a strange sense of power, a
feeling that she had control of a male for the first time in her young life. Just a dog, 
but a male. Even that could teach her something about things. Men had cocks too, and
balls. And they came. Matty was sure coming.
The cum was on her knuckles now, leaking down in stringy globs and Jenny was too
interested in the dog's convulsions to bother wiping it off just yet. Her long blonde hair
tickled the tops of her shoulders as she bent forward over the dog's loins and worked
the stiff spurting cock.
She felt about to come herself, moved her ass so one of her heels poked against the
soppy heat of her cunt. But the dog was calming down now and after one last fountain
of jizz bubbled out and oozed down over her fingers, it was over, Jenny knew.
She was dressed and in the bathroom washing her face when she heard someone in the
bus. It was Bessie and Russel, laughing together about some private joke. Jenny poked
her head out after they'd passed and saw the door to Russel's bedroom closing. More
giggles, the thump of Russel's boot hitting the floor and then the other one.
Jenny clenched her fists. She felt like a little fool. Especially since her body was still
wired, strung out on getting excited and then not coming at all. Now when she thought
of the things Russel had done to her in his bedroom, she almost wished she could have
that little part of her life to do over again.
"Damn!" She hit a fist on the edge of the sink. There was more laughter in Russel's
bedroom. She could hear silky giggles from Bessie and then... silence. A tremor of
frustration ran down Jenny's back. She took a look at herself in the mirror, pursed her
lips. Then she marched down the hall, down the steps of the big bus and over to the
bar. There was a gangly, tall man with a cowboy hat on the back of his head sitting on
a stool just inside the door.
"Hey, little schoolgirl, where you heading?"
"I... I've got some friends..." Already the man had put his hands on her shoulders and
turned her gently around.
"You be good and Big Tom might bring you a soda pop outside." The man giggled at
this little bit of humor.
"I'm old enough!" Jenny snapped, looking with sulky-mad eyes at the grinning cowboy.
He put his scarred hands on his hips and sucked a tooth.
"Well just how old might you be?"
"I'm... old enough..." Jenny was trying too hard to carry the banter, to say something
which might make the doorman let her inside with the others. He was staring blatantly
at her jeaned legs, the inward curve of her waist.
"Old enough for what?" The doorman put a match in his mouth and rolled it back and
forth with his teeth. It was his expression that made her blush. There was no doubt
what he had in his head. He put a hand out and brushed some of her hair back from
her face. Jenny let him. The brush of a callused finger made her tremble.
"Can't I go in. Please?"
The cowboy let his hand rest on her shoulder. "Maybe if you let me eat your pussy," he
whispered, eyes full of mischief.
"Go straight to hell!" Jenny snapped, turning back toward the bus. She kicked up
clouds of dust in the gravel parking lot as she stalked away, the man's laughter ringing
in her ears. Why did they all want to eat her... her pussy? What kind of perverts and
weirdos had she been running into anyway? They seemed to be everywhere, drooling at
her, wanting to eat...
"Dirty son of a bitch," she muttered under her breath, then turned at the bus steps and
screamed back at the doorman, "Dirty son of a bitch!"
The cowboy laughed all the harder, wiggled his tongue at her. As Jenny went into the
big front room of the bus she could hear Bessie moaning from Russel's bedroom. Jenny
sat in a chair and clenched her fists until the tears came. It sounded like they were
tearing the bed apart. To hell with Russel. To hell with all of them.


Chapter 5

"Hey, Wayne, look here at Pardoo's back," crowed Fat Eddy, "I know she's been gettin'
some good lovin', I just don't know who."
Pardoo slapped Fat Eddy away and rolled onto her back. Beer spilled out of her glass
onto her belly. Larry started licking it out of her navel. They were in a Holiday Inn in
Oklahoma City and the evening was getting pretty loose. Russel had checked them into
the motel when they found out that their manager had lined them up with some goodpaying 
gigs in a roadhouse on the outskirts of the city. It was a solid week of work and
the bar owner had really gone for their audition. And so when Fat Eddy and Wayne
and Larry had tempted Pardoo into their room with a quart of tequila and a lid of grass,
she'd taken the bait.
Now she was on the bed wearing only a pair of bikini panties. The boys were in various
stages of undress too, and when Wayne came over with a smoldering joint, she saw that
he had a hard-on. Pardoo took the joint and toked deep. After the incident with Joe
Bob and then Russel's collie, she was ready for a little old-fashioned motel hi-jinx. She
was horny and it was a long night ahead. She knew the boys were out for some cunt
and with the mood she was in, Pardoo thought that might be fun.
"Come on, Pardoo, tell us who scratched up your back like that." Eddy held the beer
can a foot over his mouth and poured in a stream.
"Maybe it was Bessie!" Wayne said.
"Bessie ain't got no long nails," giggled Larry, and the boys laughed.
Pardoo could take their jiving. She held the smoke in her lungs until tendrils of a
spreading high worked into her blood, made the room open upward and out. She saw
Wayne looking at her panties, tracking the full swell of her ass when she turned on one
side and propped her head on her hand. Fat Eddy leered at one of her large tits.
"God, you is one sweet girl, Pardoo." He crimped the beer can in one hand, turned it in
his palm and demolished it completely.
"Hey, turn up that cassette," Pardoo hollered, "I love this song..." It was Dolly Parton,
singing about how things had been when she was a little girl back in Tennessee. Pardoo
closed her eyes and bobbed her head to the rhythm, shouting again when the steel
came in sharp and quick and cutting. When the bed bounced, she looked over to see
Wayne stretched out beside her. He had a slightly drunk smile on his face and his
underwear was pushed all out of shape by what Pardoo guessed was at least two pounds
of hard, male cock. She stifled a murmur of excitement, studied Wayne coolly. He was
one of the biggest guys in the band, with broad shoulders and a muscled, hairy chest.
She'd never done anything with Wayne, but always liked his hair, long on his
shoulders, his easy-going manner, his broad, pretty mouth. She guessed he would know
how to kiss pretty good.
"Pardoo?" Wayne whispered.
"Yeah."
"Let's get married and run off to Mexico!"
She laughed, pushed her cold beer can against his belly. He didn't jump but circled her
wrist with strong fingers and squeezed. The other guys were jumping around in the
room. Larry was trying to pour beer on Fat Eddy's belly but succeeded instead in
pouring it down the back of his shorts.
Wayne smiled. "How come you and I never got together? I musta been blind not to get
you in a dark corner and eat your panties off with my teeth."
Pardoo laughed again. It was nice to be getting a little attention. She'd always had the
feeling that she was just another roadie before, just some more help. The band had been
scheduled so tight that maybe the guys hadn't had time to take a sniff or see a tit.
Larry staggered near the bed. His jeans were unbuttoned and beer-wet. He leered down
at the two of them. "Wayne's got this terrific hard-on, Pardoo. I just thought I'd better
tell you 'cause he can't hardly keep it in his pants sometimes."
Wayne made a swing at the bass player with his arm but Larry jumped away laughing.
Pardoo looked at Wayne's underwear. She could almost trace the shape of his cock
inside.
"How we gonna get rid of these dumb fuckers?" Wayne said, taking Pardoo's beer and
finishing it.
"Why you want to get rid of them?" cooed Pardoo. She enjoyed teasing Wayne now
that she had him in the palm of her hand.
"I wanna do some things to you that'll make you climb the wall..." drawled Wayne. His
words made Pardoo's belly thrill. She knew she was going to get fucked. Thoroughly
fucked. It was about time somebody was taking care of her. God knew she'd made it
plain she was available. Musicians were flaky bastards, but she loved 'em.
Larry and Eddy were already grabbing an extra can of beer for themselves, heading for
the door. "We're gonna go find some action," Eddy growled, licking his lips crazily.
"Maybe that little blonde Jenny."
"Yeah!" grunted Larry, barking like a dog. "She's been sulking around like she needs a
little something from us fellers..."
The room cleared out and Wayne got up to lock the door and pull the curtain shut. It
was cool with the air-conditioner whirring, and darkish too. They shared another joint,
Wayne sitting on the bed watching her. Before it was halfway gone, Pardoo laid it in
the ashtray and put her arms around Wayne. She kissed him on the shoulder and the
neck, using her tongue to make it good and wet. His underwear was really stretched out
of shape now and it tickled her to watch him squirm from her touches. She had long
nails, long and sharp, and she knew how to use them. In high school the boys had
always talked about her nails. High school. It seemed like another life away. She was
starting to feel older, a little too. feverish sometimes in her need for a good, steady man.
Someone who would take care of her when she had to have it.
"Damn..." Wayne had his mouth against her ear, breathing hard as she slipped her
hand under the elastic of his shorts and began to trace the hard, pulsing length of his
cock. He was circumcised, neat and dry and hard down there. She tickled back along
the underside of the heavy cock and scratched his balls deeply. Wayne grunted and
lowered his mouth to one of her tits. She felt the nipple slide between his teeth all slick
and tingly with spit. Wayne tongued it. He wasn't too bad. But she couldn't help
wondering how Russel would handle the same scene. She cursed herself for not being
satisfied with what she had.
Wayne's shorts were stretched open now and she looked at the cockhead her fingers
encircled. Wayne was kissing the back of her neck, gently and cleverly urging her head
down toward his cock. Tricky bastard. After all that talk about eating her cunt, what he
really wanted was a little head himself. Pardoo didn't mind. She liked sucking a man's
cock, even liked to feel the hot, slick jizz rush out onto her tongue. It wasn't any big
thing. But she knew lots of women who couldn't handle it and a lot of others who only
pretended they could. So here she was helping get Wayne's underwear off as he
slumped backward on the bed and she didn't even have her panties off yet.
"Baby," he moaned, pushing fingers through her hair. "Oh Pardoo..."
She smiled, scooted forward on her knees as he opened his thighs for her. She took his
cock in both hands and gently worked the skin up and down until more blood pumped
into the tip. It was ridged hugely, flared out from the rest of his cock. Pardoo thought
of Russel's collie. She didn't know why. Matty's cock wasn't really like Wayne's much
except that they were both males and she could see certain obvious resemblances. She
dropped her mouth and held it away from the throbbing cockhead, just let him feel the
circling heat, feel her breath. Wayne was coming unglued. He tried to push her down
on him but she giggled and wrenched her head back.
"Jesus, Pardoo... what the hell are you doing to me?"
She licked his cock then, one long, slow lick along the bottom of his shaft, only teasing
the tip. Then she jacked him furiously with her hand and felt the slick eggs in his sac
jump high against the canal where his cum would flow.
When she lowered her mouth around his prick at last, she took the bulb of his
cockhead all the way to the back of her throat and then swallowed. Wayne stopped
breathing, arched his back. It was a trick Pardoo had learned, maybe made up all by
herself. The swallowing made the back of her throat tighten and twist around a man's
cockhead in an excruciatingly delicate way. She'd never given a guy head who didn't
like it.
She was sucking the entire length of Wayne's prick now, letting her tongue wallow
back and forth along the underside as she swallowed and swallowed again. It sounded
like he might not be able to get his breath if she didn't stop, but Pardoo enjoyed this
sense of power, this refined method of bringing pleasure so intense that it made a man
a trembling, helpless child.
Wayne bucked his hips and the cockhead in her throat threatened to gag her. Pardoo
sucked voraciously back along the entire length until only the crown was inside her
lips. Then she pointed the tip of her tongue, and did a crazy dance just beneath the
slitted orifice. It was that special spot where the two lobes of a man's cockhead joined at
the bottom. It was a very sensitive spot. Pardoo had learned all about this her senior
year in high school from the man who taught history. She made straight A's in history
that year.
"Pardoo... you killing me, honey!"
"I love to kill you, Wayne, I really truly do." She licked her lips and looked down at his
raw, glossy cock again. It beat in time to his heart. She squeezed it with strong fingers
and watched the blood dam where she had him cinched. Playfully she rolled his slick
balls, squeezed them in the palm of her hand. Damn it, but she was thinking of that
collie again. It was a crazy thing at a time like this.
She could see the dog on its back, could see the animal prick bobbing as she lowered
her mouth.
"Christ, I think I smoked too much grass." She wiped a hand over her eyes, looked
down to refocus on Wayne's cock.
"Suck it, Pardoo... for Christ sake, suck it!"
Pardoo curved her pretty mouth around the purplish tip of his cock. Again Wayne
squirmed like he was getting branded. She took his cock deep, took it so suddenly that
she felt the powerful spasms under his balls begin. She swallowed over and over, feeling
the soft membranes of her throat entwine around the invading cock. Wet, sucking
noises came from her nose and Wayne rolled his hips and tried to get air. He had made
fists to pound weakly on the bed. His chest heaved up and down in time to Pardoo's
sucking.
She had his cock so deep that she could almost get to the wrinkled skin of his sac with
her bottom lip. It was hard and the effort made her guts buck with a gag, but she liked
to do things that made her special in a man's eyes. She knew that Wayne could feel his
entire cock surrounded by velvety, dripping mouth. It would feel hot and tickly and
good. She bobbed her head up and down now, her black hair making a curtain around
the tumid staff of his cock. Pardoo grinned, the corners of her mouth drooling spit as
they pulled back from the steely rod that filled her mouth.
"Harder... damn it, Pardoo ...harder...!"
Pardoo bit him. She bit him lightly around the soft sponginess that seemed about to
explode. He was fucking her mouth now, sliding in and out as he grunted. She knew he
couldn't help it. It was past a man's will power to hold still while a woman slowly
nursed the cum from his balls. And yet Pardoo wished she could have a man in that
position someday. Have him tied, completely unable to move in any way. Then she
could really make him suffer sweet agony. Pardoo smiled again at this little kink she'd
discovered in herself. Wayne grabbed her head and thrust his cock to the very back of
her throat.
It was so sudden, so full of furious lust that Pardoo threw out her hands and tried to
jerk away. But Wayne had her hair twisted around his fingers and as he pumped, he
rolled her onto her side. She gagged. Her stomach bucked wildly as the swollen
cockhead slipped part way down her throat. Now she was swallowing just to keep from
puking. And as Wayne ground his prick even deeper, she felt the first hot lick of his
jizz.
Her hands were on his cock, squeezing the base of it, trying to make him pull back out.
She felt the jumping prostate in his loins, felt his balls tight and high. She flailed at
Wayne's belly with her fists and tried frantically to jerk her mouth away from his
spurting prick. But he quickly rolled on top of her. She was on her back, pressed down
against the bed as Wayne fucked her mouth with violent lunges of his hips. She felt the
swollen cockhead rake her gums and cheeks and slide cummy-slick into her spasming
throat again. Pardoo knew she was caught. She forced herself to relax, to resist the
temptation to gag. Yes, that made it easier. She'd never in her life taken a man's cock so
deep into her mouth... her throat. But she had Wayne's rhythm now, was swallowing
each thick jolt of cum as it jetted against the ravaged membranes which usually
swallowed only food.
When Wayne rolled off her, Pardoo lay there a long time looking at the ceiling, feeling
a string of cum drying on her chin. She was panting too, like she had caught Wayne's
excitement. He'd been too damned rough, but she wanted to make love, wanted back
some of the tenderness she'd just given. She put her head on his belly, nuzzled. He
groaned, touched her hair. Pardoo closed her eyes. Her mind spun. Don't let him fall
asleep... don't. But Wayne had already begun to breathe deeply, restfully. And in a few
more seconds, he was snoring.
Pardoo got up and stood before the big mirror over the dresser. She wasn't doing too
bad for over thirty. She smiled thinly, pretending she was a man admiring herself. The
full, round body. She wasn't a skinny little piece like Jenny. She was a woman all the
way. She had meat shaking on her bones. Not fat, just plenty of good, hot meat. A tear
sprang to her eye and she wiped it away with a knuckle. She felt like a little girl, a 
little girl lost. She remembered the time she'd gotten lost at the carnival and her mother
hadn't found her for more than an hour. It was starting to get a little dark outside. She
heard giggles from somewhere. Someone beat frantically on the door.
Pardoo opened it only enough to see Jenny, bright blue eyes pleading.
"They're after me! Let me in, please, Pardoo... please...! " The girl was wearing a yellow
bikini and her hair was wet. She'd obviously been in the motel pool and the boys had
searched her out. Then Pardoo saw why the girl was holding one hand behind her back.
She was holding the ties of her bikini top together. Matty stood a few paces behind,
smiling with his long, collie face at Pardoo. She opened the door and let the girl and the
dog into the room.
When Jenny saw the naked form of Wayne on the bed, she blushed and bit her Up.
Pardoo made her stand in front of the mirror while she tied her bikini top together
again. Jenny snuck glances at Wayne's reflection. His cock lay up along his belly and a
last ooze of jizz made a whitish string that clung to his stomach hair. Jenny took all this
in with wide eyes. Pardoo finished tying the bikini and went to pour herself a drink.
The grass had gotten her out of sync, or maybe Wayne had. Anyway she needed a
drink.
"I didn't mean to interrupt you or anything..." Jenny mumbled. She was rubbing one
small hand in nervous circles over her flat, child's belly. Pardoo looked over the top of
her drink.
"You didn't interrupt a thing, honey. Not one damned thing." She watched Jenny
watching Wayne. The girl's eyes met hers and she watched the white skin redden.
Dumb little bitch. No, Pardoo knew she didn't feel quite that uptight about Jenny. She
was dumb all right. Everybody had a right to be dumb when they were that young. She
smiled thinking of Fat Eddy running after this winsome little doe. The girl's long, lean
legs looked strong, looked good. How could she blame anyone for trying to get her in
the sack.
"What are you laughing at?" Jenny asked.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." Pardoo drank. "You want me to fix you something?"
"I... I don't know how to drink too good." Jenny wrinkled her nose. "It tastes funny to
me."
Pardoo turned, poured a water glass half full of tequila and ,added some orange juice
from the bottle she'd brought with her to the room. The ice cubes were melting in the
pitcher, but she scooped enough out to cool the drink off. Jenny took it with a tentative
look. She smiled after the first sip.
"That's kinda good." She drank more, licked her lips. "Thanks, Pardoo."
They sat on the other bed. Jenny kept looking over at Wayne's naked body, especially
his cock. Then she would stare at Pardoo's tits. Both of Jenny's small swells would
hardly make one of
Pardoo's full tits. She was really just a child.
"I wish I knew how to... to get along with Russel." Jenny looked sadly into her glass. It
was already more than half gone.
"You like Russel?" Pardoo knew why Jenny had come along. She knew the girl didn't
give a damn about Harley. Pardoo didn't either any more.
"I'm just crazy about him." She tilted her head, smiled sadly again. "We were together
for a while the other day. While everybody was in the bar. But I got freaked. I don't
know what's wrong with me. I've been dreaming about..." Jenny blushed. "... well, you
know. About going to bed with him." She finished her drink in a gulp. Pardoo took the
glass from her.
"Let me fix you another one." While she poured the tequila, Jenny looked again at
Wayne, took a deep breath and shook her head. She took the glass from Pardoo with
that same delicate smile that always seemed about to turn into shy fear. Pardoo could
understand all too easily why the men could act like fools over someone like that. Fat
Eddy would probably have a heart attack if he ever got Jenny under his big belly.
"Men are weird," Pardoo offered, sipping her own drink. Jenny guzzled hers.
"Men sure are... they're just weird!" Her eyes looked suddenly heavy. Jenny got up from
the bed and walked sexily across the room, admiring herself with obvious delight in the
mirror. She did an amateurish bump and grind, twirled and almost fell flat. "Oh
wheeeee!"
"Don't spill your drink, honey."
"Don't spill my drink... don't spill my drink..." Jenny sucked an ice cube into her
mouth and tried to dance. Her adolescent tits jiggled behind the narrow cups of her
top. Pardoo saw one tight, blonde curl at the edge of the skimpy bikini bottom. A true
blonde. Sexy, blue-eyed and dumber than fuck. She watched Jenny point a toe, tuck the
foot up against her knee and spin again. The drink sloshed.
Russel's collie had been curled in the corner but rose now and pranced between Jenny's
legs, nosing at her with interest. Jenny petted him with idle disinterest and spun on,
humming to herself. Pardoo felt her breath quicken, felt the heat between her thighs.
Soon she knew her panty-crotch would be wetter than it had been while she'd sucked
Wayne's cock. And why? That damned dog mooning after the little blonde? God yes!
That was exactly it! She sucked in a tight breath and gulped tequila. If only Jenny knew
what the dog had in mind. But she had to be too innocent. Matty was pressing his nose
insistently into the yellow silkiness of Jenny's bikini crotch. She hit at him.
"Bad dog... get away!"
"He's not a bad dog," Pardoo put in, her voice far too serious. She softened it
somewhat. "He doesn't mean any harm."
Jenny wrinkled her short, cute nose. "Dogs are nasty. They embarrass me."
Pardoo was remembering how Matty had slipped his red, slick cock inside her cunt. It
had been the only fucking she'd had for a month. How could she say the dog was nasty
even though she fully realized that her behavior would be classed perverse. The dog
pushed once more at Jenny's cunt and for an instant Pardoo thought she saw
something in the girl's expression which hinted of greater experience than she admitted.
Their eyes met briefly and Jenny bit her lip and shoved the collie roughly away, a little
too roughly. But the innocence came back almost immediately. That tinkly, little girl's
laugh, those fathomless eyes.
"Maybe you're right," Jenny said. "I guess he doesn't mean anything."
"At least dogs show you they're horny when they are." Pardoo went to pour herself
some more tequila. "That's more than I can say for some of the men I've had the
misfortune to meet lately."
"Fat Eddy's kinda funny," Jenny tinkled. She had finished her tequila and was sucking
another cube. "He told me he'd teach me how to play drums if I'd go to his room with
him."
"Even Fat Eddy's starting to look pretty good to me." Pardoo met the girl's disbelieving
eyes.
Jenny laughed through her drunkenness. "He sure doesn't to me!" She plumped down
on the bed again and stared blatantly at Wayne's cock. "He must weigh three hundred
pounds. He'd smash me flatter than a pancake."
"Maybe Fat Eddy would let you ride on top." Pardoo was amused at Jenny's obvious
shock. She could see the girl's mind working, taking that ride atop Eddy's belly.
"Wouldn't that be nice and soft?" Pardoo continued, keeping the images flowing. "You
could just bounce and roll and wiggle while his cock slipped in and out real slow..."
"Wow..." Jenny rubbed her face with a hand, put the empty glass down on the night
table. "That sounds pretty weird to me." The big collie had come over to wedge his long
nose between the girl's thighs. She was thinking about something else though and
didn't seem to notice until he nuzzled some of the sheer material up between the lips of
her cunt. Pardoo had watched it happen. She was enjoying Jenny's ignorance, her
innocence. She was drunk enough to keep on shocking her.
"Ohhhh get away!" Jenny snapped, hitting Matty on the nose.
Pardoo swung her legs off the bed and widened her thighs. Matty pushed between them
without hesitation as Jenny watched wide eyed.
"What's so bad?" Pardoo whispered, petting the dog's smooth fur. He was licking the
crotch of her panties with hot eagerness. Already Pardoo could see the wet spitcurls just
under the nylon. She wanted more than anything to strip her panties and let the dog
have at it. Right there in front of Jenny. With Wayne snoring on the bed. But she
wasn't sure she was quite drunk enough for that. Jenny still hadn't found any words.
She opened her mouth slowly, closed it just as slow. And her eyes hadn't left the dog's
tongue. Again Pardoo thought she sensed something, something in Jenny's experience
that she was keeping to herself. There wasn't quite the surprise she'd expected for a
sixteen-year-old who was as innocent as she acted. But who could say?
"You... you let him do that?" Jenny finally managed.
"He-likes it." Pardoo swallowed as the collie's tongue pressed silk against her clit. "And
I like it." There, she'd said it. It wasn't so bad. She was old enough not to give a damn
about stuff like that... at least she hoped she was.
Jenny squirmed her hips on the bed. "What if Wayne woke up?" The girl looked
horrified.
Pardoo shrugged. "I don't really know. Maybe I'd laugh in his face and then take my
panties off and let old Matty really go to town." She was feeling drunker by the minute
and the grass was still with her, making the moment strange and spacy and shimmering
like a half-dream.
Matty's cock had slipped from its sheath and as he licked at Pardoo's pantycrotch, it
bobbed heavily, dripping lubrication onto the rug. Jenny saw it too. She closed her
knees and wove her fingers together. Pardoo had opened her own legs wide enough so
that Matty was getting the edge of his tongue in under the silk now, wetting her clit
thoroughly. She let a long breath out and let her head loll back. She didn't give a shit
what Jenny thought.
"Maybe I need to have a little more of that stuff you fixed me..." Jenny got up and went
to the bottle. She was acting awful funny and as she poured some tequila into her glass,
added orange juice and lifted it to sip, Pardoo saw her sneak a hand down her flat belly,
sneak fingers under her bikini bottom and sure enough hook a finger into her slit. The
little cunt didn't think she was being watched. Pardoo giggled quietly.
Matty had taken her panties in his teeth and was trying to stretch the silky material
back from her pussy. She ruffled his neck fur, got up to stretch. She wanted more, lots
more. But she was tired of the company too. Jenny turned as she started into the
bathroom.
"Where ya going?"
"Matty and I are going to find a little privacy." Pardoo petted the dog prancing eagerly
beside her. Then she shut the door behind and spread a couple of towels on the cold
linoleum of the bathroom floor. Matty wagged and twisted his body. His cock was hot
looking and a sudden jab of daring filled Pardoo's chest. Her hand was already reaching
out, taking the slick, red cock and moving it for the dog's pleasure. She liked to see him
respond to her touches. And now she was wondering, actually considering... But no!
That would be too much. Pardoo wasn't really sure she could let herself put her
mouth...
Matty pulled again at her panties with his teeth and she let him skin them down. It
wasn't easy for a dog. He had to work on one side until the other got bound up around
her full thigh, then switch to inch that leg down. But the sensation of the slow
undressing, and the knowledge that a dog was doing it, thrilled Pardoo. She was
panting hard again, working a finger into her damp cunt.
Matty had her panties low enough to get to her again, so she had to flip them off over
her ankle and then lay back with her knees spread. When Matty had thoroughly wetted
his muzzle in her seeping pussy, Pardoo knew she was ready for more action. She
couldn't get her mind off what had happened with the dog before. That he'd actually
fucked her like a bitch in heat. She wasn't ashamed to admit that she wanted that again,
really wanted it. It would be easy to get fucked up about it, to get freaked. But she
wouldn't let that happen now. First and foremost she was horny. And a horny collie
dog was prancing and darting his tongue into her parted, slick cunt lips. Now she
wanted his cock in there too.
"Good dog... up, Matty, up!"
She hunkered on hands and knees, wiggling her ass slowly back and forth. Matty
sniffed between the cheeks of her ass, put a big paw on her back but then jumped back
down again. He seemed confused, maybe by the strange bathroom. Pardoo moved her
ass again, pushed a hand under her belly and between her thighs to hold her puffy cunt
lips apart for him.
The dog sucked at her fingers, nipping them gently with sharp teeth. Then he ran his
tongue under her cunt and dragged it back. He was lapping like crazy, but nothing else.
Pardoo whimpered with frustration. Her pussy seemed to convulse around empty air,
wanting substance. Feverish now, she turned and crawled around on the floor, wiggling
finally onto her back. She knew she was drunk and a little fucked up on grass and
needing a good fucking, dog, bull... anything would do. She giggled. No, not just any
old animal. Pardoo had a little class.
"Come here, Matty... good dog."
The dog seemed confused. He hadn't jumped her and shoved her full of hot red cock
like he had that first time. She pulled him on top of her and made him crouch down.
There was no way he would fit her that way, but it felt good to feel his hot belly, his
furry legs and his chest against her tits. He lapped her face happily, licked between 
her lips. Pardoo opened her mouth and sucked his pink tongue deep. Matty's breath was
clean, tinged slightly with the hamburger Russel had fed him earlier. Pardoo felt her
excitement growing again. She held the handsome dog's head and let him lick deep into
her mouth, licking back when she could fight past his insistent tongue. He was
pumping his cock up and down against her soft belly. And Pardoo knew what she
could do. It would be better than nothing.
She reached the skin lotion down from the edge of the tub behind her head. She'd put
it there earlier after using it fresh from her bath and it would do nicely now. Pushing
the tube down between her body and the dog's, she squeezed hard on the tube. A cool
flood of slick cream oozed between Matty's cock and her belly, easing the rough friction
immediately. Now she could feel the solid shaft sliding easily up and down. She could
feel the swelled knob slip into her deep belly button and out the other side as the collie
increased his fucking movements, whimpering in his throat from the new sensation.
"Ohhhhh... you crazy dog..." Pardoo squeezed the tube again, this time at the beginning
of her throbbing slit. Then the lotion container slipped from her hand as she plunged
three fingers into her cunt and began to gouge it with wild, jerky movements. Matty
was still licking her neck and ears and she turned her face around to let him get to as
much of her as he could. His tongue was rough but strangely soft too. It curved around
the contours of her chin so completely when he lapped there, and then as he wet her
neck, she felt as if she had a choker on.
The dog's saliva dribbled down over her earlobes and puddled hotly in the hollows of
her chest. Then he was licking a tit. The jolt of keen pleasure made Pardoo arch her
back and press her belly hard against the pumping, slippery cock of the dog. Her nipple
emerged hard and pulsing from the areola. The collie didn't seem to understand what
exactly was going on, but he worked his small, sharp teeth around the tender bud of
flesh like he wanted to find out.
Pardoo groaned wildly and urged him on with pets. She had her other hand deep inside
her cunt now, working the three closed fingers around to make friction against the
circle of muscles at her cunt's opening. The muscles cinched down on her knuckles,
relaxed, cinched again. Matty plunged his knobbed cock rapidly along the lotioned skin
of her stomach. Somehow, someway, the dog had moved higher on her body. His cock
was rippling over her rib cage now, touched a tit.
Pardoo was weak from passion. It was surprising how feeling the dog's cock on her had
added to the building tension in her cunt. And she was helping it all along too, pushing
down her pink clit with her thumb and rubbing slick circles there. Matty lunged higher
and she felt his cock slide between the twin mounds of her tits. She tilted her face
down, saw the swollen tip. Such a strange shape a dog's cock took. Big and long and
red with blood. It was so close to her mouth. Soooo close. Pardoo licked her lips.
The dog yelped in his heat, lunged as if trying to find a hole now for his cock. But she
was coming. It was too late to roll over and hope that he might bury that lovely, scary
thing into her cunt. She was panting and wiggling as her nerves came unglued. Matty
was shoving the steamy cockhead against the underside of her chin now. Pardoo
whimpered, opened her mouth. The room spun. Her high was as high as it ever got.
She could feel the tequila letting her roll wide and free and the grass made it ail seem
funny. This crazy, horny dog, his long cock jutting against one cheek now, flopping
past her lips.
"Ohhhh," she groaned, and stabbed her tongue out. She tasted his cock, the hot raw
dog meat that grew like iron from under his belly. Pardoo cried something
unintelligible and shook her head. "Nooooo, what am I doing!"
She was coming. Her hand worked her cuntal juices into a feverish froth. Her ass
plunged in circles, up and down, tucking and bucking and fucking nothing at all but a
thumb and three fingers. But it was good. And as the second blast of raging lust burst
inside her loins, she felt hot cum spit against her neck, dribble into one ear. Babbling in
the rolling, consuming passion of her joy, Pardoo didn't pull away as the bulging tip of
the collie's cock slipped by her mouth again, leaking hot jizz all the way. She let the tip
of her tongue slide sideways over her upper lip. Creamy hot. Dog cum. Was it the end
of the world?
"Uhhhh... ohhhh!" She crashed her full hips down on the linoleum floor, lifted them
again as she forced fingers in and out of her cunt in an exaggerated movement of a
fucking prick. Matty's cock tangled in her long black hair and she felt another jolt of
cum wet her scalp. It was warm, very warm. The dog lunged back, jabbed at thin air.
His cock was there above her face, heavy and hot and swollen as the hot jizz seeped in
strings from the tiny orifice.
A crazed oath came from her mouth... something she'd dreamed once... no word at all.
With a trembling hand Pardoo grabbed the hot cock and brought her open mouth
quickly forward. It was like everything happened in slow motion. She could see the red
shaft swell each time a tiny droplet of jizz swelled at the organ's tip. She could feel the
hot, naked dog cock in her palm. And she felt the glossy, cum-wet glans as it parted her
lips and sunk an inch into her mouth.
Then Pardoo screamed and twisted her body from beneath the dog. She fell backward,
banged her head on the door. She was shaking wildly, half with her still throbbing
passion and half with the fear of what she'd almost done. She stumbled to the basin and
sucked water into her mouth, working it back and forth between her teeth and spitting
it out again. Matty was humping the edge of the bathtub now, whimpering as the dying
throes of his orgasm slipped away.
Pardoo looked at herself in the mirror. Her face seemed no more depraved, no more
wicked than it had an hour before. But there was a glimmer of knowing in her eyes. It
was a cast that hadn't been there before. A knowing maybe, a realization of something
too taboo to even think about.
Pardoo petted the confused collie and then pushed him gently out the door. When
she'd locked it again, she turned on the shower and stood in the tingling spray until she
wasn't thinking about anything anymore. Just the tequila and the grass and the lazy day
that had passed. There was a show that night, a nine-o'clock set and another at eleven.
She had to get some posters down to the club they were booked in to and talk to the
manager about lights and hookups. Pardoo closed her eyes and let the water bring new
energy to her body. Goddamn flaky musicians. If it wasn't for her, they'd all be on the
street asking for handouts.


Chapter 6

Jenny had felt very nervous when Pardoo had taken the collie into the bathroom. Of
course she couldn't even stand to think of what was happening. Seeing Pardoo mess
around with Matty on the bed had reminded her too vividly of how the dog had fucked
her. Actually fucked her that time she'd gone to her room to finger-fuck. It was just too
much to try and figure out. She knew that something was very wrong with Pardoo. And
yet the black-haired beauty seemed to be on top of it all, seemed so cool and hip. Jenny
wished she knew Pardoo better. If she knew a little more about men, maybe she could
get somewhere with Russel without having him jump on her just like a... well, like a
dog.
Jenny frowned and looked at the still-sleeping Wayne, still snoring lightly. The shower
was running now. Jenny didn't want Wayne to wake up and find her there. But she
could hear the guys cutting up on the second level of the motel. They were probably
just waiting for her. After Pardoo had kidded about Fat Eddy, Jenny found herself more
afraid than ever of the heavy drummer. Maybe his cock was as big as the rest of him. If
that were true, a girl her size wouldn't have a chance. She wasn't sure just how deep her
little cunt reached inside her body, but it scared her to imagine something really big
forcing deep into that hot, dainty tunnel. It had been weird enough when Matty had...
No! She couldn't bear to think of it any more. She'd been afraid that Pardoo would see
the guilt in her face earlier when the collie was fooling around with her bikini. But
she'd tried to make it very plain to Pardoo that she wouldn't even consider letting a dog
get friendly. Not friendly like that!
Wayne rolled onto his side and Jenny could see his eyes darting around under the
closed lids. He was dreaming. She'd read about eye movements before, about dreaming.
And as the muscled, rangy male dreamed she noticed too that his cock was thickening.
Only a second before it had been resting soft and shrunken on one thigh. Now it was
pulsing. And each time it pulsed, it lengthened, broadened out across the flared tip.
Jenny got up and paced the room. Even the rug on the soles of her bare feet was
disturbing. Maybe she should never have come with these crazy people. Maybe even
staying back in Greerton with her fucked-up father was better than this. She felt like a
fish out of water. She didn't know how to act or how to react to the things these
musicians said and did. She realized she'd been scared for three days. Not completely
freaked out, but always fearful that something would happen she couldn't handle. like
that damned dog jumping her when she was so hot. And the way Russel had come on
without even holding her hand first.
When she looked back at Wayne's naked body, she saw that his cock was fully erect
now. It was bigger than the collie's red, raw knob. It was bigger than any cock she'd
ever seen. But then she had been too scared to remember how Russel was put together.
He was pretty big too, she thought. She shuddered, hugged her shoulders. All cocks
looked so long and thick and barbed at the end. And inside their body they kept hot
cum ready to squirt into a girl just when she was too excited to do anything about it.
Jenny felt an emotion that was confusing. She was drawn toward men as surely as
magnets drew iron. But she wished she could run from them too and keep on running.
She felt so mixed up. She felt like crying.
Wayne groaned and worked his hips as the dream became more vivid. Jenny bit her
bottom lip as she watched his balls pull up high against the underside of his shaft. His
cock worked up and down as his heart beat. God, it was big! Even bigger than before.
She'd heard that some women took cocks into their ass-holes. And of course she
couldn't get out of her mind the stories she'd heard about blow jobs. She had doubted
them. But after seeing the way these wild musicians carried on, she wasn't so sure of
anything any more.
She went to the window and peeked through the curtain. The pool was empty except
for a woman with a couple of children. Wayne grunted and rolled over onto his back
again. His cock pawed the air and his balls rested between his closed thighs.
The bathroom door opened suddenly, but only wide enough for Matty's furry body to
squeeze through. Then it was closed and locked again. Jenny heard the sound of the
shower. What had happened? She watched the dog suspiciously, afraid he might make
another move toward her crotch. She would just die if anybody knew what had
happened to her that afternoon in the bus. She could still remember how that thing had
felt all slick and hot sliding between her virgin cunt lips. Awful! And even as she let the
word into her mind, a sharp, tingly thrill filled her small cunt. In less than a minute it
had grown damp and warm against the thin crotchpiece of her bikini. Wayne's cock
bobbed up and down over his belly.
"Ohhh, I've got to get out of here!" she breathed to herself. She shooed the collie back
when he tried to follow, sneaked out the door to the balcony which ran all around the
motel. She went quickly, padding softly on bare feet to the room she shared with Bessie
and Pardoo. Thank God it was empty. Jenny put on a fresh pair of jeans, a top, and
slipped into her sandals. Then she stood before the mirror and ran a brush through her
long, straight hair. She thought that if she were Russel, she would fall in love with such
a pretty little creature as herself. She was a little in love with her own image as it was
and didn't feel guilty about it.
"You can't love anybody unless you love yourself first," she said aloud, turning to
examine the pert upsweep of her short nose. Then she pouted and made her face
stormy. Tonight she'd see Russel at the show. He promised her he'd get her in at a
front table. At least he wasn't pissed off about what had happened. But when he tried to
fuck her the next time, Jenny was still not certain how she would handle it. She still felt
a little funny from the tequila she'd had and realized that she was actually drunk. But
her head was starting to ache a little and she felt queasy. She was feeling sorry for
herself when Bessie came into the room and shut the door.
"Hey, Jenny, come help me, would ya?" The small, curly-headed girl headed for the
bathroom and began yanking up her dress before Jenny could close the door behind
her. There were droplets of something milky hanging in the tight curls of her cunt hair
and more of the same stuff was drying on her thighs. Jenny knew it was cum.
"Usually I get a chance to put something in," Bessie said, smiling sadly. "But I was
stoned and
Russel was stoned and he gets so damned sweet and lovin' sometimes." She shrugged.
"I just didn't want to run down here and get my diaphragm and all that junk..."
"What are you going to do!" Jenny realized she was a lot more shook up about it than
Bessie was. She could imagine Russel's potent cum working its way up into the young
girl's womb. Bessie would get pregnant for sure.
"Go get one of those bottles of pop out there... hurry."
Jenny came back with the hot Pepsi. Her hands were shaking as she got the cap off and
held it out to Bessie.
"No, you do it," Bessie said, working her feet apart so that her cunt peeled back and
opened finally to let a clinging string of jizz seep onto the linoleum. "Just shake hell out
of it with your thumb on the top. Then squirt it up inside me. Make sure it goes deep...
come on, don't just stand there gaping!"
Jenny wished she could put down the Pepsi and run. She felt like someone who had to
do a dangerous operation with a dull knife. She didn't know anything about a woman's
anatomy really, didn't want to put the bottle up to Bessie's cunt. But Bessie gave her an
angry look and she shook the bottle for all she was worth.
"Don't take your thumb off yet," Bessie warned, "push it up inside me... that's it... a
little more. Now squirt it. You know. Make it flush all this stuff out. The acid will kill
the sperm..."
Jenny gritted her teeth and made the hot, sweet liquid squirt deep into the girl's cunt.
Bessie winced.
"Oh God, I'm sorry..."
Bessie bit her lip. "It's okay. Keep it going!" Pepsi mixed with stringy cum leaked out of
Bessie's swollen cunt and puddled on the floor between her feet. She worked her hips
up and down so that the strong jet of the warm pop would reach to every crevice of her
cunt.
"Didn't Russel... care about what might happen?" Jenny asked finally. She put the half
empty bottle in the sink for the rest of the fizz to boil over.
"Russel?" Bessie smiled, dabbed a towel at her ravaged pussy. "Oh guys don't care. It's
not part of a dude's head to worry about getting a girl knocked up. A man is just to
fuck..."
"But if he loves you, he wouldn't want you to get pregnant unless you both wanted..."
"Who says he loves me?" Bessie looked at her cunt, wet the comer of the towel at the
sink faucet.
"You don't care?"
Bessie looked dreamy. "Oh I guess I wouldn't mind it. But it's less hassle this way. You
know what with me and Joe Bob making it together..."
Jenny felt her hangover clearly now. She washed her hands of the sticky Pepsi and went
into the other room. Bessie came out in a little bit and looked at her curiously.
"You look kinda sick, Jenny."
"I think I drank too much."
Bessie was digging something out of her suitcase. "Come here, I'll fix you up." She
dropped a tiny chunk of something brown into a small brass pipe. "This hash is the
best thing I know for hangovers..."
"Hash...! " Jenny put a hand to her mouth. She hadn't even tried any grass yet and
Bessie was about to give her some hashish. A pungent odor wafted to her as the pretty
girl held a match to the pipe and drew in smoke. She held it out to Jenny.
"I don't know..."
"Come on!"
Jenny toked. The smoke went deep, and almost immediately she sensed a dizziness that
wasn't really dizzy. The room had changed right out from under her. She looked at
Bessie watching her and for some reason thought it was very, very funny. Bessie let out
her smoke and handed Jenny the pipe again.
"We'd better get downstairs. They'll be leaving for the club we have a gig at tonight and
I'm supposed to help Harley with some stuff..."
Jenny tried to reply but could only laugh. She fell on the bed laughing. Bessie came
over and smiled down at her.
"Jesus, you're really wiped out."
"I feel funny... like I'm sailing." Jenny giggled till she lost her breath. "I'm sailing,
sailing, sailing away..."
"Come on," Bessie said, putting the pipe away in her pocket, "we can sail right
downstairs and see if the cab's here yet." Jenny followed her out of the room and down
the stairs. She felt like she didn't have a worry in the world. But she did have some,
didn't she? Where was Russel? She was going to grab Russel when she saw him and
give him a kiss right on the mouth. Wouldn't he like that? She remembered what
Pardoo had been doing in the room with Russel's collie.
"Don't you think Pardoo is kind of strange?" she asked Bessie.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh nothing I guess." And Jenny started to laugh again. t t t
Jenny was riding high. The club had become packed early and since she wasn't needed
too much while Harley and Bessie and Pardoo set things up, she mingled in the crowd.
There were cowboys and longhairs and just plain people all standing as close to the bar
as they could get and drinking and talking. Everybody seemed pretty loose. One tall
guy with a scar across his forehead put an arm around her and worked her back into a
corner. She was so stoned on the hash that she didn't realize what he meant to do. Not
until she felt his fingers trying to slip down the back of her low-cut jeans. She let him
kiss her and the kiss sent spiraling sparks through her damp little cunt. Then she spun
away from the cowboy and wormed her way back to the bar.
Two guys grabbed her ass at the same time, looked at each other and laughed it off. The
lights went down suddenly and she turned to see Russel jumping out onto the stage, a
crazy grin on his face. His eyes looked different than usual. Jenny knew he was high on
something. The band ripped into a boot-stomper right off and everybody started to
whoop and spill beer. One cowboy started dancing, caught a heel on somebody's chair
and went down in a heap. Jenny saw that the way he landed was the way she'd seen
fellows fall off horses in a rodeo.
A guy she'd never seen before handed her a beer, curled fingers around her small waist.
She shrugged and sipped the foam off the top. The guy was looking down the front of
her top. She felt kind of wild, not afraid like she usually was of men pushing her into a
comer.
"You won't see much," Jenny said, meeting his eyes.
"They big enough for me!" the man laughed, really looking now. Then he was sliding
his hand up the front of her blouse, cupping one tender tit. Jenny caught her breath. It
did feel good and nobody seemed to give a damn what was going on. Russel finished
the verse of the song and turned half around as the band started coming down hard on
the beat, bass thumping, fiddle whining and Fat Eddy beating holy shit out of his
drums. Another cowboy went down on the dance floor and took two girls with him.
Jenny heard a beer glass tinkle in the crowd close by, heard the heel of a boot grinding
it into the wood floor. It was wild! Jenny had never seen anything like it in her life.
Another glass crashed. Sharp heels gnashed dangerously close to her small, sandaled
feet.
"Motherfucker!" somebody bellowed from close by. The man who was feeling her titty
forgot all about it. He was staring goggle-eyed at Joe Bob who was leaning into the
mike with his fiddle and bringing the crowd to a screaming, pulsating fit of ecstasy.
Jenny thought the song was ending but Russel whopped his big guitar and took the
band into the first chorus of another. A girl got up from a table and started shaking her
tits. Jenny swallowed and watched. They looked like they were about to shake right out
of her halter and then... they did! The girl whooped and got up on a table. A cowboy
made a grab at her, fell and cracked his chin on the floor. Somebody else stepped in the
middle of his back as the tall, bare-titted girl began to dance, her top hanging around
her waist now.
Jenny was a little scared but everybody seemed to be having a good time. Her left tit
was tingling where the man had touched it. She was panting a little too, partly from
being sexy, part from the wild people around her. Russel was winding the band down,
ending the song. He swaggered to the microphone and tipped his hat back.
"That's just the first number, folks!" Everybody whooped. The girl on the table shook
her tits at him. "We gonna do a ballad now and calm all you cowboys down!" More
whoops. The cowboy who had been stretched out on the dance floor got to his feet. He
was smiling, and blood trickled from his nose. Jenny saw that his shirt was torn half off.
The cowboy who had first taken her off and felt her up against the wall appeared at her
side and pinched her ass. Jenny smiled up at him.
"The cowboys start celebrating early when it's rodeo..." he drawled. "I got second place
roping this afternoon, so I'm feeling pretty good myself." He winked. "My name's
Randy, what's yours?"
Jenny told him and told him too that she was with the band. The cowboy seemed
impressed. He had a beautiful broken nose and big raw hands. Russel was singing
again. It was a slow, droning love song and the crowd had quieted to listen. Couples
took the small dance floor.
"Come on," Randy said, pulling her along by the elbow. She hadn't had time to refuse,
felt herself spun onto the hardwood floor. Randy held her small body tight against him.
Jenny could feel his cock pushed out against her tummy. She could feel the big muscles
in his thighs too and his belt buckle and his fingers pushing in the flesh just below the
small of her back. The hash she'd smoked only intensified everything. She curved her
body to fit it even closer to the big cowboy. She was excited, very excited. And he spun
her around so easily that her sandals hardly touched the floor.
The evening drifted along. There was a lot of wild music and Randy's body always tight
against hers whether they were dancing or not. Jenny let him kiss her in the darkness
near the back of the club. He kissed her a long, long time and she didn't care if people
were watching them. When he took his mouth away, her lips felt swollen and still
hungry. After a while, she sneaked an arm around his waist too and wherever they
went, they went together. Randy had a pint of whiskey in his jeans and kept handing it
to Jenny to pour in her beer. She couldn't take too much, but she knew she was getting
really high. His fingers petted the flat curves of her belly and hips.
"I wanta love you, baby," he kept whispering in her ear. The words scared her a little,
but she wanted Randy to want her. He was almost as good-looking as Russel and when
Russel was singing, she could almost pretend that the two men were one and the same.
Then things got strange.
It was near the end of the last set. Randy was kissing her again and then they were out
the door. He was pulling her up into a big pickup truck. She couldn't seem to get out
that she should stay with the band. Or did she really have to? The booze, the hash...
everything spun and flowed around her.
Randy drove down a brightly neoned avenue and turned into a big motel. Jenny
guessed it wasn't too far away from the place they were staying. She knew what would
be expected of her if she went into the room Randy was unlocking. But her mind
couldn't come up with any clear-cut decision on anything. When Randy hooked his
arm around her and pulled her along, she went.
Randy started whooping, yanked off his shirt. Then he was dragging her toward the
bathroom and the two of them were under the stinging spray of the shower, clothes and
all. Randy's fingers started undoing her jeans. Jenny grabbed his wrists. Her hands were
shaking.
"Randy..."
"Come on, honey, I'm gonna show you a good time now..."
He was too strong. She let him slide her jeans down and stepped out of them
obediently, her head cast down. He kissed the nape of her neck and then down until
she felt his mouth on one of her tits. Her thin top was plastered wetly to her skin.
Randy started unbuttoning that too.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned as his teeth scraped over one naked nipple. She didn't know
that it would feel so good to be undressed. But she felt too like she was falling and there
was no net at the bottom to catch her. Besides not knowing the first thing about
fucking, she was afraid that what Bessie had told her about men was true. They didn't
give a damn whether or not a girl got pregnant. Randy wouldn't care either.
But her clothes were being slid down her drenched body. Randy was naked now and
pulling the last twisted tangle of clothing from her slender form. She stepped out of the
silk panties and watched them float toward the drain as the water washed over her
shoulders and tits. Randy soaped his hands and began to rub the small of her back.
Jenny sighed and pressed her head against his chest. His hands snuck lower. She was so
drunk, so dizzy and excited and confused. A strong male finger went slickly down the
crack of her ass and began to rub the tight whorl of her ass-hole.
"Noooooo! Oh Randy, please don't do that..."
"Why not?"
"It's... not right."
The finger made tantalizing circles against the taut muscles of her ass-hole. The soap
dripped from his hot fingers. She was panting, trying to clench her ass-cheeks tighter.
But Randy seemed intent on teasing that small hole. Why did it feel so good? It was not
a comfortable sensation, but strangely good.
"Godddd... ohhhhhhhhh Jesus!" she gasped.
Randy had widened his touch, slipped his thumb into her slit. He was ringing the
opening of her cunt, working an inch deep now, tickling the sensitive membranes there.
And then his finger went inside her ass-hole with a slick little pop. Jenny's ass quivered
like a gaffed fish. She felt her knees almost buckle and clung with her fingers to the
broad shoulders of the man whose hands were driving her up the wall. He had her like
a bowling ball and gave a little jerk back and forth to show her how helpless she was in
his grasp.
The movement pulled the skin tight around Jenny's clit and she felt the tiny bulb swell
out from its hood. She was seeping juice onto Randy's knuckles. She knew she was hot
down there and that he knew it now. The finger in her ass-hole went deeper and she bit
a piece of his flesh between her teeth and hung on for dear life. With his free hand he
pulled her hair, forced her head way back... as far back as it would go. Then he kissed
her open mouth, jamming his tongue so deep that she thought she might strangle on it.
She was being carried out of the shower... she could hear it still running as Randy
stepped into the bedroom and tossed her flopping on the bed. Until that moment Jenny
hadn't seen his cock. But she saw it now and she screamed.
"I can't... I couldn't ever..." She scrambled on hands and knees to get away, to roll off
the bed...
But Randy was on her like a bull in heat. She felt the huge cock slap wetly against her
thigh as he rolled her onto her back and fell over her. It had to be at least eight inches
long. Randy was laughing, forcing her legs apart. Jenny felt her inner cunt lips part
with a snick. She felt so vulnerable, so completely exposed to this stranger! She should
never have left the bar... she should have stayed close to Russel!
Randy dug his thumbs into the white flesh of her inner thighs and held them spread.
He was looking directly into her seeping, steamy cunt, licking his lips. His eyes rolled
crazily. Then his tongue made a hard spear and he drove forward and against the
mushy softness of her cunt. Jenny gurgled and strained her body up from the bed as
she felt the tongue-spear slide into her body. She couldn't believe that Randy could
make it go so deep. It was just a tongue. But it felt like a cock. like the only cock she
knew anything about. like a dog's cock!
"You got the finest little pussy I ever did see!" Randy gasped, licking the edges of her
hole, sucking at the tender folds that protected her clitoris. Then he was working on
her tumid bud, lapping it like that damned dog had lapped it. Jenny's mind swam with
images of the collie. He was half-man, half-collie now, with balls that hung down like
Randy's did. She was still struggling, but her efforts to escape had become muddled
with the instinctive movements of her ass. They were fucking motions. She was rubbing
her spread cunt hard against the cowboy's sucking mouth. And he was fucking her with
his tongue. Sliding easily into her cunt and then thickening his tongue somehow before
dragging it out again. Jenny gave a whimper of uncertainty, tossed her head on the
pillow.
Randy pulled her into a sitting position, knelt before her face. Jenny stared at the heavy
cock that dangled an inch from her lips. Her legs were together and straight out under
the arch made by Randy's spread thighs. Her face was level with his groin, back against
the wall. There was no place to go and as he inched his knees forward on the mattress,
the swinging, hot prick brushed her cheek. Yes, it had to be eight inches and so thick!
The monster had been circumcised, but as he grabbed the sides of her head and made
her lips touch it, Jenny caught a faint aroma of pussy on the blue, swollen tip. How
many girls had Randy rammed that thing into? She could see it fucking a wiggling girl,
could see the hot cum bolting into a chick's womb, could see the baby growing almost
overnight.
"Please, Randy, I gotta get back to the band... I gotta help them..."
"You were hot as chile back at the bar," he said, looking down at her. "You better get
that thing wet or it'll never fit inside your little pussy, baby."
"Nooo, please don't make me do this..." Jenny felt a sob catch in her throat.
"I'm gonna get you on the end of that thing and twirl you like a rope," Randy laughed,
digging his big fingers deep into her hair. Then he pulled her forcefully against the
pulsing, dark cockhead. Jenny cried when her lips touched it, tried to twist her face to
the side. But the strong cowboy forced her back in line, hunched his hips forward. The
tip flattened slightly against her clenched teeth. The small lobes at the bottom of his
cockhead rested heavily on her full bottom Up and the aroma of cunt was stronger now
as the cock grew damp from her saliva.
"Suck it, you blonde bitch!"
"Ohhhhh," she babbled, and the tip slid between her teeth. It was filling her mouth too
quickly, too completely. It rode slickly along her quivering tongue, rode to the
beginning of her throat and then just as she was about to gag, Randy withdrew it a
little, grunting with pleasure.
"That's the wettest, softest mouth I think I ever felt," he gasped, fucking deeper again.
This time the barbed, swollen head gouged at her throat enough to make her guts buck
violently with the instinctive spasm of puking. Jenny grasped the 'thick shaft with both
hands to keep it from going any deeper.
"Yeah," moaned Randy, "grab my balls!"
Jenny obeyed. They were big and heavy and hot. She didn't know what to do with them
so she just gave them gentle squeezes and hoped Randy wouldn't get mad. He seemed
strangely angry. Fired up with some basic, hungry drive. He wasn't the same nice guy
she'd first met back at the bar.
"That oughta be wet enough," he breathed, eyes pinched close, "why don't we do a little
fuckin' now..."
"Wait, honey," Jenny cried, trying to get the swollen tip back into her mouth again, "I
like to do this..." It was a lie, but she was scared to death of letting him put that thing
inside her pussy. She knew it would tear her apart and then impregnate her to top
things off. Maybe if she sucked his cock a little longer, he'd get tired and fall asleep.
Then she could get her wet clothes and sneak back to the other motel.
"So you like it now..." He was laughing, letting his hips come forward again so that
Jenny could put her trembling lips around his cock once again. He held her head still
and fucked her mouth slowly, deeply. She fought off the urge to gag, let him slide as
deep into her throat as she could possibly stand before holding his shaft back with her
hands.
"Use your damned tongue... use it!"
Jenny felt about to cry, but she curved her tongue gingerly around the spongy cockhead
and fluttered it wildly. Randy grunted like a pig and slumped to one side. His grip on
her head loosened so Jenny sucked hard on that pulsing, bursting glans until she felt
his hands fall to his sides. She had him! Now she could get him so weak that he
wouldn't be able to stop her when she tried to escape. She began to jack the skin of his
cock back and forth as she rolled her tongue in hot circles around the barbed meat.
Randy fell onto his side on the bed and Jenny followed him down, keeping her tongue
going hard all the time. The spit leaked from the corners of her mouth as she suckled
the staff that grew from his groin. She pulled at his sac with both hands, kneading the
slippery egg-shaped things inside. Randy jabbed with his hips, but with her head free,
Jenny could dodge back from the rigid cock that threatened to gag her. She formed her
tongue into a long trough and sanded the veined, slick underside of his prick.
She did it slower and slower until she saw every muscle in the cowboy's body stand out
in tense relief. He looked hard as a steel shovel and a funny sound growled from his
lips. He sounded like he was choking on something. His breathing was labored and
tight. The cock in her mouth swelled suddenly. It was growing against her tongue and
it had gotten lots hotter, the thin membrane that covered the glans a lot tauter. She
tasted something, a tiny droplet that oozed from the orifice at the very tip. Salty and
sour too and milky slick. But she had only been sucking him for a minute or two. It
was too early for...
"Uuuhhhhhh!" she gasped, snatching her face sideways as a powerful lick of cum hit
her cheek. Randy was on her like a mad bear.
"Goddamn..." His hands held her face still as he rammed his spurting cock between her
lips, teeth, gouged deep into her throat. The next fountain of steamy jizz bubbled into
her nose and when she coughed, a trickle of white oozed from one nostril. Then she felt
her molars being coated with the slimy fluid. She felt it rolling thickly from the
cockhead onto the back of her tongue. She swallowed to keep from choking. But the
stuff was coming so fast! Randy was on her side, holding her head still as he fucked in
and out. The slick slide of the shaft between her lips, the pop of cum as it dribbled from
her nostrils and the corners of her mouth... it was like a nightmare. Too awful for her to
cry. She groaned and twisted in weak attempts to escape. And moving like that
reminded her that her cunt was swollen from the perverse excitement she'd brought to
the big cowboy. She was seeping with slick juice almost as if it were her cunt that was
getting fucked instead of her mouth.
She pushed her small hands against the man's powerful belly, tried to twist her mouth
away again. But he was jabbing hard now, hard and deep. His cock hair brushed her
lips and she gagged violently, her tiny, adolescent body jerking as the convulsions
racked her. That huge barbed tip was stuck in her throat, still spraying strings of hot
cum. She felt choked on it, dirtied. Was it dirty? If it made a baby in a girl's belly how
could it be dirty? She was half sick from trying to figure things out... so tired and
scared...
Jenny knew she shouldn't have hit him. Her fist caught the strong cowboy exactly in
the solar plexus and he caved in around it like a bronc had kicked him. She hadn't
meant to strike out so hard, hadn't meant to do anything half so foolish. But when his
spurting cock sucked from her mouth, she knew the deed was done. She was rolling off
the edge, crawling on hands and knees toward the bathroom as Randy held his gut and
moaned. He was still cursing her as she pulled on her soaked clothes and opened the
bathroom door. She was almost to the door when he lunged, an ugly expression
blotching his face. The lunge was off-balance and completely open. Instinctively Jenny
raised her knee. It came up quick and solid between Randy's thighs and he went down
on his face, babbling drunkenly about how he was going to string her up and cut out
her cunt with a razor blade.
Jenny was still shaking as she made the sidewalk and headed toward the Holiday Inn
where the band was staying. She was thinking of how easy it would have been for
Randy to just strangle her after that dumb trick she'd pulled. Hitting him was like
shooting beebees at a bull. She'd been lucky, that's all. Just damned lucky to get away.
She read about girls found dead all the time after taking off from some bar with a
stranger. She knew better. And yet Randy had seemed so nice at first.
She climbed the stairs to the second level of the motel and got as far as the door to the
room when she realized that Pardoo had the key. She sat on the balcony for a while,
sobbing quietly, feeling her tears dampen her already wet top. Then she remembered
the bus and went around back to the big lot where Harley had put it while the band
would be working in the city. As she closed the door behind her, Russel's big collie
bounced out of one of the bedrooms and whined with happiness. They left the dog in
the bus during the night and he seemed glad for someone to play with.
"Down, Matty... easy boy..." She went to the back of the bus, to her small bedroom.
When Matty tried to squeeze in with her, she remembered that time with him. The
time everyone else had gone in a bar and she and Russel hadn't made it so' hot
together. Hadn't made it at all. Matty swarmed around her legs, put his nose up to be
petted.
As Jenny began taking off her wet clothes she felt strange. like there were two parts of
her arguing about something. All she had to do was open the door and run the dog
outside into the hallway. But the excitement she'd felt when Randy had felt her up and
kissed her and finally made her suck his cock... that excitement was like a hot brand
between her thighs. And the walk back to the motel with clinging damp clothes, with
her pantycrotch rubbing against her swollen cunt lips... that sure hadn't helped. Her
skin felt raw as she peeled down the wet denims and tossed them in the corner with her
top. Matty sat on his haunches, tongue dangling out, watching her with affection. She
wondered if dogs remembered. There was a funny taste in her mouth from Randy's
cum. Jenny padded down the hall to the refrigerator wearing only a pair of wet panties.
The collie came close behind, touching her on one ass-cheek as she bent to pull out a
beer.
Jenny didn't scold or slap him. It was that other part of her again. That part that
wanted something the other part was afraid of. She'd let that wild part take her out of
the bar with Randy. And now as she turned and the wagging collie tapped his muzzle
between her thighs, the wild part burst up through her belly like fireworks.
"You like me, Matty?" She sipped the beer, ruffled the soft thick fur behind the dog's
ears. He was licking the insides of her thighs now, trying to get in under the edge of a
pantyleg. Jenny realized now just how hot she'd become during the evening. All that
carousing at the bar, the different guys copping feels and rubbing against her. And
Russel! Beautiful Russel working the crowd to such a pitch that one girl had tossed off
her halter. God, he was sexy!'
Matty whimpered and tilted his long nose so that the black, damp part stretched back
the elastic of a leg hole. Feeling a tiny glint of shame, Jenny cocked a hip and raised one
leg on tiptoes so that her knee was bent slightly. The dog licked hotly into the gap
between the taut silk and an exposed lip of her cunt. His tongue went across the matted
curls, wetly roughed the aching swells of her cunt lips. Jenny closed her eyes and
stopped breathing. Her balance was precarious so she leaned back against the wall and
sipped more of the beer and let the dog work between her thighs until he was
whimpering and scratching around in frustration. As she started back toward her room,
she saw that his cock had pushed out from the furry sheath and swung beneath his
belly as he followed.
With the door closed, Jenny stripped off her panties and stretched out on her back on
the bed. That way he wouldn't be able to get at her cunt with his cock. She wasn't even
sure he remembered how to do that. It had been an accident before, an accident of her
position and the dog's being just right. It wasn't like she'd planned it. God, she never
planned for a dog and her to be together. Not until now. She bit her lip again, aware of
the contradiction of the moment. She had let Matty in this time and she was coaxing
him even now to jump up on the bed and lick her body. For some reason he seemed
more interested in her feet now.
"Uhhhhhh..." She twisted with the tickling rub of his hot tongue between her toes.
"Ohh Matty, that tickles..." She cried out again as he wet the bottom of one foot, the
dainty instep. Then his sharp teeth nipped at her tiny pink toes and she spread them
excitedly inside his hot, damp mouth. A flood of honey seeped from her cunt. She
pushed a finger down to plow between the puffy lips and the wet sound of the dainty
membranes coming open made Matty's ears perk up. He was over her in an instant, his
mouth open, tongue lolling over the sparse blonde curls of her cunt. She held the outer
lips open with both hands to expose the hot bead of her clit. She didn't think she could
stand much teasing... she wanted Matty to lick her to a quick, burning orgasm. Then
she could sleep and dream of Russel and pretend that it was him instead of the collie.
"No, Matty... don't get up on me like that!" He was wild with the smell of her pussy,
she knew he must be. But there was no way he could get his cock into her with her on
her back on the small bed. All she could feel was the slick welt scraping her lower belly
as the poor animal twisted into a awkward position as he tried to sink the hot knob of
his cock between her thighs. Yes, he did remember. Jenny turned her face away from
his hot tongue, tried to push his body back down so that she would once again feel his
tongue against her clitoris.
But the collie's movements were unmistakable. He knew that a human female was
fuckable and he was striving to do that very thing. It occurred to her that Pardoo had
gone further than just letting him lick. Pardoo was something else. She didn't seem to
give a damn whether anyone knew about what Matty did. Jenny blushed just thinking
about the possibility of being discovered.
"Get down, Matty... down!" She sat up and wrestled the big animal over on one side.
His cock jutted out from his underbelly like a strange weapon of lust. Jenny found that
her breath was tight in her throat as she gazed at the thing in the dim light from the
lamp on her table.
"Look, Matty! Look!" She was on her back, knees bent and apart, fingers at the raw
edges of her cunt holding it wide so that the dog could see the velvety pink membranes,
the darker red of her swollen inner lips and the pulsing, glossy nubbin of her hooded
clitoris. She tilted her hips up for him and clucked her tongue.
The dog whimpered and hunched his hindquarters hard enough to make the red cock
slap his belly. He licked with only a little interest at the soppy V of her pussy and then
tried to mount again. Jenny whined with frustration and knead the big dog onto the
floor.
"Damn... goddamn everything!"
She was breathing fast, angry and tense and dying to feel that damned animal's tongue
pressing deep into her cunt. She stood in the middle of the small room with her legs
spread and grabbed Matty roughly by the ears. Then she pulled his sharp muzzle
upward until her slick outer cunt lips closed around the heat of the collie's nose.
"Lick, Matty... lick!"
The door burst open with a crash and she staggered back onto the bed with a cry. It
was Fat Eddy! He was standing there with a crazy grin on his face and a bottle of
whiskey dangling from the fingers of one hand.
"Well looka what Eddy found!" he laughed, squeezing into the room, shutting the door
behind him. Jenny was too devastated with embarrassment and fear to say anything.
Her mouth worked soundlessly as she backed against the far wall. Matty whined and
licked at his swollen cock.
"Noooo!" Jenny managed to get out. Eddy came forward, tossed the bottle on the bed.
Then his hands closed on her arms. She could smell his boozy breath and see the look
in his eye. Jenny felt like she'd stepped into a deep, deep well and was falling. She shut
her eyes and fell.


Chapter 7

Pardoo got herself another weak drink and went back to the moonlit patio. The guy
had a really nice place. She could see Russel over in the corner by the hi-fi working on
the man's pretty wife. And where was the bar owner? she wondered. He'd invited
everyone over to his house after the show had ended and he'd closed down the club.
There were at least twenty people circulating, drinking, telling crazy stories and getting
high in the yard. But the mustached dark man named Malcolm who'd invited them all
had disappeared.
She wished she could drift over to where Russel was talking to Malcolm's wife. She was
tall, thin and very red-headed. Her low-hanging Western pants showed a taut expanse
of belly flesh and an unbelievable navel. Pardoo had to admit the chick was something
else. Over her hard little tits the woman had on what looked like the top to a bikini.
Russel looked like he wanted to lick the damn thing off and swallow it whole.
Pardoo sipped on the watered-down Scotch and looked around the darkened patio for
Bessie. Bessie had some hash and Pardoo wanted to get stoned. She'd become more
philosophical about Russel the past few days. She was tired of carrying a torch. It wasn't
a hell of a lot of fun to hang around like a sad bitch waiting for crumbs. And no these
fucked-up musicians weren't really worth the fuss. But that bar owner had interested
her. As soon as she found Bessie and got high, she'd look for him a little harder than
she had been. Maybe he was in a bedroom waiting for her.
Pardoo laughed at her silliness, waved at Bessie who was sitting cross-legged under a
big willow tree. A young boy sat cross-legged beside her. It was the bar owner's son,
about fourteen and obviously stuck on curly-headed Bessie, a real live country band
roadie.
"Want a toke?" Bessie said as Pardoo sat. She took the little brass pipe and sucked
smoke as the young boy watched. Bessie touched his hand. "This is Terry. He's stoned
and says he's in love with me." She giggled and rubbed her curls. The boy leaned
toward her slowly and then she hugged him suddenly against her, let him kiss her
lingeringly on the lips.
"Far out party," Pardoo observed. She could hear Harley and Joe Bob and some of the
other guys holding down a group of people with dumb stories and sundry bullshit of
the road. The people laughed as Harley told about the club they played where
somebody lit a table on fire while the show was on.
"Terry wants to take me to bed." Bessie had her hand around the slim boy's neck,
tickling his skin with her sharp nails. It made Pardoo horny just to watch. The boy
looked too wiped out to be embarrassed by Bessie's observation.
Pardoo studied the boy with interest. "Where's your dad?"
"I don't know." His brown shoulder-length hair looked soft and clean. Pardoo took
another turn at the hash pipe. She was feeling loose and vaguely happy. Except when
she thought about Russel talking to the red-headed wife of the bar owner.
Ah... so she wasn't quite so philosophical about things as she'd thought. Would she still
accept a few crumbs if Russel offered? "Fuck the bastard."
Bessie looked over. "Huh?" The boy was watching her too.
"Russel," Pardoo snapped. "The son-of-a-bitch."
Bessie shrugged and put her arm around Terry's waist. He began to kiss the side of her
face. He had a terrific little hard-on showing through his jeans. Bessie was looking
straight at it, smiling with a secret glint in her eyes. Pardoo knew that Joe Bob wouldn't
go for any of this bullshit if he knew. Bessie was his woman and he lent her to Russel
only because it was a special circumstance. Because he worshiped Russel himself. But a
fourteen-year-old kid? Never. Joe Bob would beat somebody to death with his fiddle,
probably Bessie. Pardoo know too that Bessie would shit if she knew what had
happened that time Joe Bob had fucked her while his woman slept. Bessie was not the
jealous type... not until her old man started fucking around.
A big dog loped suddenly into the patio and turned looking at the talking people with
his ears up. He was monstrous in size, a Great Dane, Pardoo thought.
"Dad's here," said Terry. "That dog goes everywhere with him." Sure enough, the dark
mustached man stepped down the brick steps and waved at the people listening to
Harley and Joe Bob. He had on a suede, Western-style jacket and blue jeans. His hair
was medium long and shiny black like Pardoo's. She smiled. Wouldn't they look nice in
bed together, just her and him? Cramming Russel into the back of her mind as best she
could, Pardoo got up and swayed over to the broad-shouldered man.
"I want to thank you for having us all over." She clinked her melting ice cube around in
her glass. "It gets pretty old being on the road all the time, and trying to get off in
motel rooms."
"You need another drink," Malcolm said, looking at her glass. She followed him
willingly into the other room. He paid no attention to Russel talking to his wife,
seemed only intent on making Pardoo comfortable. She soaked up this attention like a
dusty road. Already she could see something in the man's eyes that said he would like
to know her a whole lot better than he did now. It was funny how men could tell you
that with their eyes. She returned his looks with equally hot ones. They drifted into
another part of the house.
"Glad your wife doesn't mind me hogging you like this." Pardoo let her hand touch
Malcolm's wrist.
"I think she's more interested in getting into your lead singer's pants tonight than what
I might be doing."
Pardoo was only a little surprised at his answer. He sneaked an arm around her waist
and she let her full-fleshed body rub against him as they walked. He showed her the
basement billiard room. Upstairs they could hear the music from the hi-fi. There was
the sound of claws on the stairs and the big Great Dane came padding over to them.
Pardoo let the big animal lick her fingers. She hid the thrill in her eyes as the hot
tongue sanded the inside of her wrist. How big a cock did Great Danes have? She
swallowed, raised her glass quickly to her lips. What the hell was wrong with her
anyway? Standing there with an absolutely lovely man and thinking about a dog. She
had to be stoned out of her gourd.
"Would you consider spending the night with me?" Malcolm asked, lifting one black
eyebrow at her.
"I might."
"There's a bedroom down here. We wouldn't have to trouble the other guests." He
smiled. "I'm not much in the mood for large groups tonight anyway after meeting you."
Pardoo accepted his compliment happily.
"I'm not either."
They went into a bedroom. The big dog started to follow but Malcolm turned it back
with one sharp word. He closed the door.
"Percy is sometimes too curious for his own good."
"He's certainly a nice-looking dog." Pardoo bit her lip. Even an innocent comment like
that bounced around in her mind something awful. Malcolm didn't seem to notice her
self-consciousness.
"Malcolm... I never knew anyone named Malcolm."
He took off his shirt slowly, letting her see his big chest muscles in the light from a
connecting bathroom. She stood there, feigning shyness. She felt like having a man
make the moves tonight. She wished she was as innocent-looking, as dainty as Jenny
was... that damned little blonde. But no, that wasn't her style. She was all tits, ass and
hungry mouth. She knew what she liked and didn't give a damn for the rest.
"Let me look at you," the dark-haired man said. He pulled her top off slowly over her
head, kissing one large tit as it bounced free. Pardoo caressed the nape of his neck as he
worked the nipple out from the areola and teased it with his teeth.
"Ohhhh, this is going to feel good..." She got his belt loose, worked a hand down the
front of his skivvies. His cock was curved into a pulsing, hot snake and she freed it
upward and caressed the glans gingerly until she heard the sounds in his throat that
said it was getting to him.
"Baby, your ass is beautiful." Malcolm was feeling each cheek like it was made of gold.
He kneaded the softness, dug his fingers deep. Then he was turning her so they were
back to stomach. Her pants were puddled around her ankles. Malcolm's fingers slid
down her cunt and searched the crack until he found the wettest spot, the place where
her hole leaked hot juice. She pushed her head back into the cradle of his shoulder as
he worked three fingers into her. Her musky scent filled the air around them. She felt
his rigid cock resting in between the cheeks of her ass. It was good... it was all good.
A loud bark from outside the door made her stiffen. Malcolm felt her change, kissed
her neck softly as he sighed with disgust at his spoiled pet.
"That animal just doesn't understand sometimes," he said. "He's with me constantly,
even sleeps at the foot of my bed. Perhaps if I let him in, he won't bring the house
down on us. Would you mind?"
"No..." Pardoo swallowed hard, hoping she hadn't put anything in her reply that would
give her away. The idea of a dog in the room with them while they fucked was
strangely appealing. No, it was more than appealing. It was perversely exciting. That
damned dog was so much bigger than Russel's collie. Even as Malcolm let the dog into
the room, Pardoo stepped back. Her legs hit the edge of the bed and she fell onto the
mattress. The Great Dane named Percy trotted over and began to lick her thighs.
"Down, Percy... down!" Malcolm slapped the animal lightly on the side and watched
him curl up in the comer. "I'm afraid he's picked up some bad habits..."
Pardoo felt the hash she'd smoked stronger than ever. She imagined Russel competing
for her against the two dogs... Matty and Percy. Russel was begging her to make love to
him but she was on a huge dais, holding the dogs in her arms as they licked her tits.
"Something wrong?" Malcolm asked, bending close. "You have a strange look on your
face."
"No... everything's fine! Just fine!" She pulled his face down to hers and tilted her wide
mouth. His mustache reminded her of fur. He licked her teeth, sucked at her tongue
hungrily and yet with gentlemanly coolness. Pardoo opened her thighs to his fingers
again and he probed gingerly for her clitoris. The sucking, flooding juices crackled as he
pushed through the clinging folds of her cunt. "Ohhhhhhh, you touch me so nicely...."
"Touch my cock!" he whispered excitedly. His hand guided her down. She jacked the
foreskin back away from the cockhead, felt its moisture on her wrist. He was hung
pretty good. Pardoo was glad she'd remembered to take her pill that morning.
They were on the bed now, touching, kissing. Malcolm seemed to want to be on the
bottom and Pardoo cooperated. It didn't matter to her how she got it... she just wanted
it. Wanted it bad. And Malcolm's cock seemed to be perfectly capable of taking care of
her tonight. She closed her eyes and kissed his face, leaning down, her hair making a
curtain. It was fun being on top. She pulled her knees up beside his body, easing herself
down until she felt the rigid head of his cock forcing her outer cunt lips wider. Malcolm
guided it with his hand, rubbing deeply through the V until her clit was being inflamed
by the spongy friction.
"Ohhhhhhhh... God... you're really big!"
"And you smell wonderful." His eyes twinkled in the dim glow from the table lamp. He
circled his hands up around her waist and guided her back. She was holding his prick
steady now, easing it into the soft vortex of her cunt. The muscles were tense from
excitement but as the domed, glossy cockhead began to enter, the ring dilated around it.
When just the tip was inside her heated folds, Pardoo cinched them tight.
"Ahhh, you beautiful wench," Malcolm breathed, grabbing handfuls of hair to bring her
mouth down over his. Pardoo felt wicked, in control. She was riding her horse and as
she relaxed her legs again and let her soft body sink, the penetration deepened.
Malcolm's cock was four inches deep. She could feel the veined strength pulsing, still
growing. She licked his manly nipples, scratched the fur on his chest, moaning through
her nose as she fucked him. Malcolm began to revolve his ass slowly and the digging,
stretching sensation on the inside of her velvety cunt made Pardoo give a singing, low
hum of pleasure. Then she nipped at the handsome man's ear with her teeth.
"Baby... I'm glad I found you tonight..."
Pardoo let herself all the way down now, wiggled her ass wildly against the man's body.
She felt the tickling itch of his cock hair against her inner cunt lips. Her pussy felt
peeled open and dripping hot. His prick was a rigid, throbbing snake inside her. She
moaned and licked like a dog at his mouth. He opened it and she once again felt his
mustache as she squirmed her lips hard against him.
He was fucking her from the bottom. His hips eased up from the bed in a slow, sexy
rhythm. Pardoo timed her own smaller movements to make it good. With her knees
forward, ass back over his loins, it made her cunt stretch tight. And as they fucked, the
slick, erotic kiss of their organs crackled in the room. It was a beautiful sound, Pardoo
thought. The sound of a hard cock as it was sucked by her soft cunt. Each time her
pussy rode high from the staff of hot meat, she heard its puffy lips letting go. Then
Malcolm would strain upward again. As his swollen cock pushed deep, her juices
flooded out, drenching his balls and her own outer cunt lips. She felt the slickness
trickling down her ass. She heard... what was it she heard now? Something else. The
dog! He was on the bed now and she caught her breath as the mattress bounced with
the large animal's weight.
"Don't mind Percy," Malcolm soothed, "he just-likes to watch."
The man was fucking her faster as if to cover the dog's intrusion. He held her ass with
both hands and thrust his hips up powerfully. The dog was very close. Pardoo could
feel his breath on her ass. But the fucking! The lovely fucking was pulling her mind
back into a warm, swirling fire. Her nipples stood out from her tits, tingling with the
mere touch of the air. She worked her ass in circles over the invading prick that fucked
her so wonderfully. She humped it up and down until Malcolm licked his lips, eyes
closed. He was grunting with the friction her cunt walls were making over his
cockhead. The dog's breath again! It was closer than ever...
"Ohhh!"
Malcolm caught her head in his hands and smiled understandingly. "If it bothers you
I'll make him stop." The dog had licked them... licked them both. Pardoo worked her
mouth but couldn't think of what to say. This guy was so cool. And she knew why the
dog had wanted into the bedroom. He was used to getting in on the action. With
Malcolm and his depraved-looking red-headed wife. But wasn't it all the same? Pardoo
knew she couldn't stop now, even to make it look like she was shocked. She wasn't
shocked, just startled.
"I... I... it feels so weird."
The dog was wetting Malcolm's cock when it slid out of her pussy, and his tongue
overlapped, flattened one of her outer cunt lips, swept hotly into her cleft to rub against
the burning bead of her clit. She wiggled her ass wildly to make Malcolm's prick gouge
her cunt walls. The dog panted harder than ever, his tongue wrapping around their
aching parts. He wet her ass-cheeks and the deep crack between. Her ass-hole was
soaked with his saliva. She rose and fell over the man under her.
"Can you get up on your knees now? All the way up?" he asked.
Pardoo felt she knew what Malcolm wanted and it scared her. Okay, she'd fooled
around with a collie. Even let him fuck her. That was weird enough. Too weird for most
chicks to handle. But a Great Dane! And with the dog's owner underneath feeling and
watching. Her mind bucked at the idea. But Malcolm was gently urging her to bring
her ass upward, to let his cock slip out of her seeping, clinging cunt. And she obeyed.
Her mind reeled at what she was doing, or what she was letting be done to her. This
mother-fucker really had a kink! And he wanted to make her part of it.
"No. I... I don't think I can..."
Malcolm kissed her, hands, steadily pushing her off him. She gasped as his tongue
entered her mouth and then gave a soft cry as he sucked her own tongue down between
his teeth. Her mouth flooded with saliva and Malcolm drank it eagerly. She was almost
in the position he wanted. On her hands and knees. Completely vulnerable to that...
that monster of a dog. The dog's nose was examining her now. She felt the hot sniffs
against her peeled cunt. The tongue dragged up through the V and the bed bounced
again as the big dog positioned itself behind her. And yet it wouldn't mount her yet.
She was panting wildly with anticipation. She felt almost like jumping from the bed and
running.
"Say it's okay," Malcolm whispered, smiling. He had such kind, understanding eyes. A
string of drool leaked from Pardoo's mouth. She tossed her head, feeling her hair splash
wildly. Malcolm smoothed her cheek with the side of his finger. "I won't let him unless
you say it's all right."
Pardoo felt like she was being forced to admit something by saying yes. How could
Malcolm know that she'd fucked a dog before. She was breathing so rapidly that she
began to feel faint. Malcolm's eyes pleaded gently with her. His hands smoothed her
heaving sides, eased back to find her outer cunt lips and peel them gently back to
expose her leaking, throbbing hole. The dog bounced the bed again. She closed her eyes
and nodded, biting her lip hard as she did.
"Percy!" Malcolm snapped. "Up!"
The first thing Pardoo felt was the dog's heavy paws. His weight surprised her. She had
to stiffen her arms to keep herself from folding up against Malcolm's chest. Then his
cock. It slopped wetly against her crotch, missing her cunt. Malcolm kept his fingers
against her cunt lips, spreading them as wide as he could. The dog lunged with its
powerful hips. Pardoo was whimpering, dying. She was glad she hadn't seen that cock
that hung from his belly. It hit her again and she knew the knobbed swelling on the
end was larger than any man she'd ever fucked. It slipped sideways, dug down her slit
and settled finally into the pinched, quivering muscles at the mouth of her cunt.
"Good dog... easy Percy..." Malcolm petted the animal's back, calming it. Pardoo didn't
know it was possible to control a dog in rut. And yet the huge animal was moving only
a little. She could feel his pent-up desire, could feel the tiny in and out of his cockhead
at her cunt. His paws were so heavy on her back. His tongue dripped hot saliva on her
skin. Then Malcolm was touching the dog, touching him under the belly, feeling his
huge prick against her. The dog humped its back suddenly and the largest cock Pardoo
had ever felt shoved deep into her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" She tossed her head, and her arms trembled with the force of the
animal's fucking. And he was fucking now. His huge haunches drove harder than the
collie had, his cock was longer and bigger and hotter. She felt the knob stretching her
cunt deeply.
"You're a big woman," Malcolm whispered, lifting himself enough to kiss her neck, her
heavy, swinging tits. So that was why he wanted her to come with him. Because she was
big enough to fuck his dog! But by the way he loved her with his mouth and hands,
Pardoo knew there was more to it than that.
"Uhhh... I..." She couldn't talk. She could hardly breathe. As the Great Dane pumped
wildly at her soft ass, she felt his hot belly skin, felt the hilt of his cock brush its fur
against her outer cunt lips. She began to move too. Slowly at first, testing how it felt
and how much room was left inside her cunt when the dog shoved hard. She found she
could take him all right. And the thickness, the heavy length was stretching her in a
way that was very exciting. She felt the itch of acute pleasure as her clit was stretched
too. The hood which surrounded it was pulled flat, letting the throbbing head stick out
from the soppy, steamy meat. Pardoo tilted her pelvis so that the dog's body might rub
it, but he was fucking her from behind and her clit dangled untouched. She whined
with lust. She wanted to be touched.
"My clit... please... do something..."
Malcolm hurried a hand across her soft belly, plunged between her cunt lips. She
tightened herself around the dog's cock as if it were Malcolm. Malcolm found the hot
bead and fingered it gently, bringing it up out of the delicate tissues even further. With
his other fingers, he was feeling the steady in-and-out slide of the dog's cock. The
animal was fucking fast and hard. Each lunge jolted Pardoo's ass, knocked her forward.
She had her hands braced well apart on the mattress, head drooping between her arms.
The dog's hind paw scratched for purchase, cut into her calf. She didn't care about
anything... even that felt good. She was being loved. Malcolm's fingers pinched her
teasingly, rolled the hot nubbin of nerve-loaded flesh between thumb and forefinger.
Pardoo rolled her ass with increasing excitement.
The dog quickened his fucking suddenly. She couldn't understand how anything in the
world could move that fast. He humped her with a machine-gun excitement and she
felt herself rising quickly toward that fiery, shivering point of light. It was coming into
focus in the lower part of her belly, inside where the huge dog's cockhead pounded
against the knot of her womb. Then her clit was part of it as Malcolm made circles
around the place where it grew from her cleft.
The Great Dane came with a yipping, whining noise. She knew he was coming just as if
she'd seen the cum jet from his cock. And in a second, strings of hot dog jizz slipped in
milky globs from around her cunt. Her thighs were smeared with it. She heard it
puddling on the bed between her legs. And all this brought Pardoo another second
closer to her own release. If only she could catch that tantalizing, teasing itch and
scratch it good. Why was it so hard for her to get her rocks?
But now she was thinking again. She couldn't think! She could only let herself flow
with the devastating and savage hunger. The big dog slipped sideways off her back,
scratching her as he fell to the bed. His cock slipped out with a slimy pop and then
Malcolm was sliding out from under her, lifting a knee so he could get up on his hands
and knees too...
"What... ohhh God..."
He was climbing her like the dog had. She felt his hot stomach against her ass-cheeks,
then her back. His cock came up hard against her cummy, steaming folds and he drove
into her cunt with one, quick movement of his ass. Pardoo began to come. She came
hard, cursing loudly in the dim room. She snapped her teeth together as Malcolm
fucked her completely, fully inside now, working his hips against her soft ass-cheeks.
His hand dug wildly at her clit, making wet sexy noises. The room smelled strongly of
dog cum and female musk. Then she smelled something else. It was the unmistakable
sharp pungency of a man's cum. And yet even as that too began to leak from her pussy,
Malcolm kept his lunging fucks going.
She let her arms fold finally and sank with her face against the bed as the thrilling
lightning played through her body. The voluptuous spasms made her hips lurch each
time and she closed her cunt down tight around the lovely cock inside her.

* * *

An hour later she was threading her way upstairs through the darkened stairwell.
Malcolm had disappeared with the big dog and left her to sleep.
Pardoo had cleaned up in the bathroom, dressed and opened the bedroom door to find
only an empty poolroom, clock ticking expensively on one wall.
It was just as quiet upstairs. Harley was asleep on a sofa, a scorched joint in his fingers.
Wayne had passed out in a big easy chair. He's spilled wine down the front of his shirt
and his fly was unbuttoned. Pardoo smiled, shook her head. Her cunt ached from the
workout in the basement. Now with Malcolm and the dog vanished, she wondered if it
had really happened. She'd been so hashed out, so boozy... But yes. She put her hand to
her cunt, felt the soft folds throb back sympathetically. It had happened all right. She
was way too strung out to deal with rights and wrongs. That would come later when
she'd gotten her head back straight again and had more sleep. Right now she was
vaguely interested in how everybody had coupled up during the night.
She tiptoed down a long hall, not wanting to seem as if she were intruding. At the end
of the hall a bathroom door stood partly open and she could hear water running.
Whoever it was turned off the water after a moment and then the light. Though the sun
was just beginning to bring light to the sky, it was still dark enough in the hall so that
Bessie didn't see her when she came out. Pardoo saw the girl's naked legs and body for
an instant and then she disappeared into one of the rooms that opened to the hall.
Pardoo crept near the half-open door. She could hear voices, Bessie's and a boy's.
Malcolm's son, probably. She moved slowly on the thick carpet until she glimpsed the
two figures, illuminated by the dawn creeping through the trees outside.
"You wanna do it again?" Bessie whispered.
"God yes! I could do it with you all night." He looked at her like a love-sick puppy. The
long-haired kid was sitting cross-legged, his slender, not-very-big cock standing up
rigidly from his sparse pubic curls.
"I washed out your rubber..." Bessie shrugged her small shoulders. "I guess we can use
it again." She laughed, ruffed his tangled hair. "How many times? Three?"
The boy blushed. "This'll be four."
Bessie leaned forward to kiss him tenderly on the lips. Then she bent to his crotch and
Pardoo felt her heart beat fast as her curly-headed friend pursed to wet the tip of the
boy's cock and then licked it teasingly along the bottom of the bluish glans.
There were footsteps behind her. Pardoo turned to see Joe Bob, his face blotched with
anger, striding toward her. She turned, started away from the door. She met Joe Bob
halfway.
"Let's go in the other room," she cooed. She knew how Joe Bob felt about Bessie
fooling around with anybody but him and Russel.
"Where in holy fuck is that little bitch of mine?" His dark eyes burned. He was strung
out on speed and the ragged edges of a hangover. He looked mean.
"She'll turn up."
"If she's fucking anybody..." He pressed his lips tight. "I know she ain't with Russel.
He's got that dude's old lady off in a bedroom somewhere." He looked over Pardoo's
shoulder, at the partly open bedroom door. "You know she was with that kid. That
skinny kid."
"Hey, let's go in the kitchen and cool out. I'll fix you some whiskey coffee." Pardoo
took his arm but Joe Bob wrenched it free. She caught at his T-shirt but he was pushing
past her and it tore down the back as he made the door to the bedroom and wheeled
inside. Pardoo hurried after. By the time she shoved into the room Joe Bob had yanked
Malcolm's son off the bed and was holding him against the wall by the throat. Bessie let
out a scream.
"Let him alone, Joe Bob! He's just a kid!"
Pardoo tried to circle her arms around Joe Bob's middle, but he brought an elbow back
and caught her just under the eye. She staggered backward, tripped on a chair and went
down in a heap on her ass. Joe Bob punched the kid in the stomach. The slender boy
crumpled forward and his face turned purple. Joe Bob let him slip down the wall and
fall on his side behind the bed. Bessie screamed again, louder than the first time. Joe
Bob went for her then, stepping across Pardoo's legs. She tackled him, twisting her
weight to bring him down with a crash. But Joe Bob caught the edge of the dresser with
his shoulder and the mirror came crashing down on the perfume bottles and cold
cream. Bessie yelled like a wildcat and started stomping on his fingers with her bare
feet.
"You son-of-a-bitch! You dirty motherfucking son-of-a-bitch!"
Malcolm appeared in the doorway, his face twisted with rage. The big dog barked loud
enough to make everybody stop what they were doing and stare.
"You miserable fuckin' cowboys!" Malcolm spit. "Go take your rodeo out of this
house!" He stepped toward Joe Bob as if to kick him, then turned and helped his son
get to his feet.
"I wasn't doing nothing, Dad. I was just in here with... her!" He pointed at Bessie, lips
trembling. He looked like he was as mad at Bessie as he was at Joe Bob.
"Get out of here!" Malcolm yelled, shaking his fist. "All of you!" This time he was
looking right at Pardoo. She lowered her lids, bent to pick up some of Bessie's clothes.
When they were out in the hall, Joe Bob grabbed Bessie's arm and twisted it up behind
her back.
"I'm gonna beat the livin' shit outta you, you little cocksucker..."
"You're never gonna touch her again!" Pardoo snapped, wedging her body between
them, twisting Joe Bob's wrist with both hands until he let go. Bessie was whimpering,
tears flooding her cheeks. They all went outside and sat on the lawn. In a little while
Wayne and Larry came tripping out of the front door rubbing their heads and cursing.
"What the hell happened?" asked Wayne.
"That bastard was mad as hell about something." Larry was carrying his boots, walking
bowlegged across the sharp gravel of the driveway. "Where's Russel?"
Pardoo couldn't help but smile. Then she was laughing. "Wait'll that dude gets to old
Russ. Oh boy, hot damn." She turned to Bessie and then Joe Bob. "You really fucked
up this time, Joe Bob. That was our soft two-week gig. And you shit on it, you bastard.
You fucked up the owner's kid just because you got a hair up your ass." She was mad,
rolling. "And why the hell for? You let Bessie fuck Russel any old time. What's the
difference if she wants to get something a little different from you two yahoos?"
"You talk too much," Joe Bob said, rubbing where his shoulder had hit the dresser.
Larry and Wayne were smiling, keeping their eyes down. Nobody in the band much
talked about Russel fucking Joe Bob's old lady whenever he wanted. Everybody knew
and accepted the fact. They just didn't talk about it. Pardoo had it up to her neck with
these flaky fucked-up dudes. She wanted to give every one of them a good spanking.
They weren't men enough to take a real lickin'. 
"Here comes Russel!" whooped Larry, scratching his belly where the front of his shirt
hung open. "He got his head hangin' pretty low too!"
Everybody laughed, even Pardoo.
"Shit, let's call a cab!" Russel smiled. "Looks like we just flushed ourselves down the
biggest toilet in the state of Oklahoma."
Pardoo saw Malcolm standing inside the big front window. Shit, she wasn't going to
leave it like this. She started boldly toward the front door again, feeling everybody's
eyes at her back. Malcolm opened the front door.
"I'm sorry about all this," she said, touching his hand.
"It wasn't your fault." He smiled thinly. At least it was a smile. Pardoo was thinking
about what had happened during the night. Was it real?
"I guess that kinda washes us up at the club..."
"If I ever see that son-of-a-bitch who hit my son..." Malcolm pulled her close and she
felt his heart beating against her tits. He was some kind of a far-out dude. She wasn't
head over heels or anything, but she hoped she might run into him again.
Malcolm looked into her eyes. "If you're ever back in the city, stop in the club. You
hear?"
"Yeah." Pardoo walked slowly back to where everybody stood watching her. There were
a couple of crooked grins. But Russel was thinking. He brushed a finger over his
reddish-blonde mustache and called Pardoo over with a jerk of his head.
"Hey, Pardoo, seems like you're pretty tight with the man there."
"We get along." She thought she saw something akin to jealousy in Russel's eyes. No, it
wasn't jealousy. It was something closer to curiosity. He put the flat of his hand against
her back and leaned close to whisper.
"If I could get this bastard Joe Bob to apologize and you went and sweet talked
Malcolm again..."
She laughed. "So you want Pardoo to go patch everything up. You fuckin' cowboys are
something else..." She bit her lip. "What's in it for me if I can do it?"
Russel's eyes told of private, naughty games, but he was being cool. "Maybe I could
figure a way to give you a room of your own on the bus."
"I don't like sleeping alone." Her eyes were soft. "But I might dig somebody of the
opposite sex to keep me happy."
Russel understood her. He squeezed her ass playfully.
"Okay, baby. Go see what you can do." Russel turned to Joe Bob. "Hey, boy, get your
ass over here. You got some apologizing to do."
Pardoo started walking back up the lawn toward Malcolm, who was still standing at the
front door. She was thinking of what she was going to say, of how she could smooth
things over. But she was really thinking more of how nice it was going to be moving
into Russel's room with him. She'd take care of that dude so fine that he wouldn't have
energy or cum left for Bessie any more. She would fuck, suck and milk him. She would
wrap her big legs around him and...
Malcolm was watching her approach with curiosity. Pardoo stopped on the first step to
the porch, put her hands on her hips.
"I'm gonna try and patch things up," she started. "Seems like there's a dumb fiddle
player who wants to apologize..." She heard Russel talking to Joe Bob, heard the fiddler
arguing, then giving in. Malcolm was beginning to smile down at her. "What it really
comes down to is that these ill-bred yahoos elected me to get them their gig back." She
took the last step, let her hand rest lightly at Malcolm's waist.
"You beautiful bitch," he whispered. The front of his pants was full of swollen prick.
Moving her body so that no one behind her could see, Pardoo scratched her nails across
the lump of his cock. Malcolm was grinning like he wanted to eat her up. "You got
your gig back."


Chapter 8

For the first few minutes after Fat Eddy had thrown open her door, had caught her
naked with the collie's nose buried between her pink cunt lips, Jenny had been a little
insane. She couldn't make her mouth make words. She'd just bounced away from the
big man's grabbing hands, babbling little squeals of fear until finally she was trapped in
the tiny room and he pushed his huge stomach up against her. It was soft and yet not
as soft as she'd first thought. It was hard underneath and she could feel muscles there,
muscles that would have impressed most anybody if they hadn't been buried in fat.
"Eddy goes for you, you know that, you dumb little cunt?"
He pushed a thick-fingered hand down her flat belly. A sense of helplessness made her
knees go weak and she let herself rest against his big body. She smelled the smoke of
the night club on his shirt, smelled whiskey and a pungent cologne. Eddy was petting
her head.
"I can do better for you than that damned dog!"
He was dragging her along behind him. His head wagged as he walked and she felt his
fingers around her wrist like five, steel-strong sausages. At last Jenny found her voice.
"Eddy... if you just leave me alone... I'll... I'll..."
"What will you do?"
Eddy had reached into his bunk, reached into a beat-up duffel and came out with a
rope. Then he was dragging her again, toward the back of the bus. Back to the room
where Pardoo and Bessie slept. Inside he kicked the door shut in the collie's face and
locked it. Jenny could hear the big dog scratching and whining in the hall. Eddy pushed
her back on the bed and began straightening the rope, pulling it through his hands to
get the kinks out. She put a hand over her naked cunt. She was trembling so hard that
her teeth chattered.
"What are you going to... do?"
"Don't rightly know yet. But ever since I first laid eyes on you, honey, I been itching to
get you hogtied. I don't know what it is. It's like something inside me that just has to
see you all tangled up in ropes, wiggling and helpless with a tear on your cheek
maybe." Eddy chuckled.
His eyes narrowed and Jenny thought she could see something in his pants that hadn't
been there before. Even under that enormous belly, she could tell that his groin had
swollen with hot cock. How big was it? Was it as huge as Fat Eddy? When he came
forward and pulled her wrists together behind her back, she gave a tiny cry of panic.
"Easy now. Big Eddy just gonna have some fun. You like to have fun. I know you do
'cause I saw you foolin' around with that damned collie of Russel's." Eddy knotted the
rope, binding her hands together. The ropes cut. "How did it feel? How did it feel with
that dog licking your pussy? You like to have your pussy licked?"
Jenny closed her eyes. She wished she could close her ears too but Eddy went on
rambling about the size of her cunt and the size of her tits and how girls liked his
fucking because when he moved, he really moved. All the time he talked, he was
winding rope around her ankles, binding them together like her wrists. She was on one
side as Eddy made her bend her knees, pulled her bound ankles back behind her ass
and tied her wrists to the same rope. Then he rolled her onto her back again. It was
uncomfortable with her feet and hands behind her back like that, but Eddy only
laughed at the look of discomfort on her face.
"Hey, you look just right."
He undid his belt buckle, unzipped. Jenny didn't want to look but she did. God, he was
fat! His thighs looked big as tree trunks. Each one was bigger than her waist. And then
he was yanking off his skivvies. A scream rose in Jenny's throat. She choked on it,
began to babble incoherently again.
"Nooo. You'll kill me. I just know you will!"
Eddy rested his hulk on the bed. His cock wasn't even fully hard yet and Jenny knew it
had to be close to ten inches. Eddy saw her staring and laughed.
"This mother-fucker takes a lot of blood to fill up. That's why it ain't quite ready yet."
He lifted the big cock in his hand and fondled it lovingly. "Some old gal told me my
balls weighed a pound a-piece."
He lifted the cock up so that Jenny could see the huge, wrinkled sac underneath. Yes,
she could see one ball now. It looked like a goose egg. Jenny pulled against the ropes
until the pain of them against her flesh was too keen to ignore. Eddy moved her tied-up
form on the bed easily. He was sliding her lower, pushing his big hips up toward her
face. His cock still hung with a limp bend to it. She could see the tip clearly now. It was
pinkish white and not nearly so big as Russel's had been that time in his room. Not as
big as a dog's knobby cockhead either. But the shaft behind was already thick. He hung
the thing across her neck, laughing again. The laugh had something else in it too.
"That's a big old cock, ain't it, sweetheart?" He rubbed the soft tip against the underside
of her chin. "It does need a little coaxing though."
Jenny kept her eyes tightly clamped. Fat Eddy was pulling the partly limp cock up
across her cheek now, dragging its dry shaft across her lips. She started to turn away
but Eddy stopped her with a painful twist of her hair in thick fingers.
"Just wet it down, honey. Just get the underneath part nice and slippery with that little
pink tongue of yours."
"Eddy... nooooo. Oh God! Jesus, nooooo!"
"You got the prettiest blonde hair. I sure would hate to yank it all out and throw it
down on the floor."
Jenny parted her lips slightly. The hot shaft had soft, soft skin. She put her tongue-tip
against it as Eddy pushed it back and forth. He made a sound in his throat. His balls
bumped the side of her face. He was caressing her neck as he pushed his cock back and
forth over her still-closed mouth. All she could think of was how awful it had been
when Randy, the cowboy at the bar, had made her suck his cock. She'd felt ashamed
and wicked. It hadn't been natural... it wasn't right. And then she remembered that
doing it had excited her too. She hadn't thought about it exciting her, it just had. Her
mind spun. She wondered if she'd ever know what was happening... it all came at her
so fast.
Eddy moaned and put his fingers behind her ears. He pushed in hard, forcing her jaws
suddenly wide. At that same instant, he was moving his hips closer, making the angle
different. Jenny felt the limp snake of his cock push between her lips. She tried to push
the thing back out with her tongue. It was soft and wormy and huge. But Eddy kept
pushing, making it fit all curved up like a snake getting ready to strike.
"Chew it a little, you blonde cunt!"
He let his big fingers circle her neck again, squeezed until her air was tightened off for a
few seconds. Jenny began to chew on the rubbery cock. She was afraid of hurting him,
of making him mad enough to actually beat the shit out of her. She felt like fainting.
She didn't know how he wanted her to do it. She had never chewed on a cock before!
But she chewed, letting the sharp edges of her small, white teeth cut a little into the
prick meat. Eddy seemed to like it. He rubbed her neck and the sides of her face with
his fingers and pumped his huge hips. The cock had begun to thicken in her mouth
now. She could feel more heat too and the tip was broadening. It probably looked
purple too. Purple and throbbing with blood.
Eddy moved again. The limpness was disappearing fast. The big cock straightened its
bend in her mouth and began to poke at the swells of her tonsils. She jerked her head
back so she wouldn't gag. Only half of his prick was inside her mouth and it was
already too much. Jenny was surprised though that she didn't feel quite the panic that
she had when Randy had fucked her mouth.
"Try this for a while," breathed Fat Eddy.
He yanked his cockhead out from between her lips. Her own spit dripped from the tip
back into her mouth. Yes, the cockhead was blue and swollen. Bigger than the shaft
now. She could see the whole thing, knew that it had grown another inch since she'd
sucked it. An eleven-inch prick! like a donkey! But then she'd never seen a donkey's
cock. What was Eddy doing? She saw him ease his balls down over her lips. She opened
obediently, knowing he would force her if she resisted. It was like having two plums,
two big plums in her mouth at the same time. The plums wallowed slickly in their
wrinkled sac. She sucked on them, pulled her tongue against the bag. The huge eggs
rose in response to her sucking and she licked between them, forced the scrotum up.
Eddy groaned. His fat hands shook on her throat as he traced the movement of her
swallowing muscles.
Whenever she thought of what she was doing, Jenny's mind revolted with sickening
swirls of madness. She couldn't think about it or she'd go crazy. This fat man doing
these weird, awful things to her. She was helpless, bound tight with ropes. And he had
control of her mouth.
Fat Eddy took his balls out of her mouth and rolled onto his back. Then he curved a
strong arm under her thin body and pulled her onto his soft belly. She was lying on
him face down, her wrists and ankles bound behind. At least she wasn't lying on them
any more... it didn't hurt so bad this way. But it felt so strange riding that huge swell of
his belly. It was so soft. She was sinking down into it and her small tits seemed lost
against that mountain of flesh.
Eddy was holding his partly erect cock firmly in his hand as he began to wiggle her
down. She felt her sharply bent knees sliding down his huge thighs, felt the hot tip of
his cock brush one of her cunt lips. Then he worked a finger into the hot slickness of
her cleft and spread the juice around thoroughly, even wetting the domed head of his
cock. His prick was just barely hard enough to get it inside her, She felt the smooth tip
try to bend to the side as he forced it against her small, taut cunt mouth. He was
pressing down on her shoulder, working his hips up and down as she slid down
through the caressing fat of his stomach.
Jenny felt like she was floating on the softest bed in the world. When Eddy moved, she
wallowed and bounced in the embracing flesh. And as she wallowed, she was being
eased over downward. His cockhead was tight against the circle of muscles around the
mouth of her cunt. He moaned with frustration and jacked the skin of his cock
violently, trying to get it hard enough to enter. Jenny knew that he would already be
inside a girl who'd been fucked more than she had. If she relaxed her cunt for an
instant Eddy's cock would slip into her.
"Don't fight me, you little bitch!"
She whimpered, moved her hips from one side to the other. Why was she moving like
that? To tease him or because it felt good? It felt good. Damn it! That soft, huge cock
was sexy somehow. It was different. She was curious about Fat Eddy and how he fucked
if he could never get it hard enough. And yet, though the cock was huge, she wasn't as
afraid as she had been at first. She was and she wasn't.
She moved her hips again and felt the taut skin of the cockhead. It was a little deeper.
Her juices were flowing hard now, making it easier. She floated in the hot, soft belly of
the fat man. She let the muscles of her cunt loosen. She felt the barb of his cockhead
slide in then and she tightened her cunt muscles again around the sensitive swell of the
big man's prick.
He gasped from the new sensation and almost immediately Jenny felt the tip filling
with hot blood. Something had happened! Eddy was moving his hips, running his
sausage fingers up and down her back, even feeling the cutting ropes that bound her
wrists and ankles so close together. And his cock! It was pulsing, thickening, hardening.
Without him even fucking into her the shaft was lengthening inside her pussy! The tip
pushed through her hot, seeping folds and deeper into her young cunt. The enlarged
shaft had dilated the ring of muscles where she clenched him.
She clenched again, harder. She felt the powerful band cut into his cock. Eddy grasped
her narrow hips frantically and shoved her downward. Her body slid in the quivering
fat, sinking down over the stiff prick that had entered her three inches now. She
wiggled her hips, half in fear, half with the lovely fever that was coming from
somewhere, that had descended so suddenly upon her being.
"You the tightest little cunt this big cock's ever fucked, Jenny," he gasped, working his
big hips now.
Jenny could hardly believe the change that had taken place. His cock was no longer
soft. It was like a foot-long rod of steel tipped with a taut spongy mushroom. And even
that mushroom was firm enough to gouge against the clasping tube of her cunt. She
pulled against her bonds again and the cutting ropes added to the tension of her
helplessness. A tension of wanting to move and not being able to. The tension of the
ropes reminding her that she was at Fat Eddy's mercy. That his big cock was being
fitted slickly into her aching, adolescent cunt. And now she felt the sharp jab of fear.
There was no way she could take that donkey cock all the way into her pussy!
"Now it's good," Eddy breathed into her ear.
"Eddy... don't hurt me. I'm way too little for all that..."
He laughed. "How much you think you can take?"
"It's hurting now!" And it was. His cock was so thick that it was painful where it fit
into her cunt.
He wasn't deep enough to give her discomfort yet, but that thing was so thick!
"I ain't hardly wet..." Eddy held her slim hips firmly in his hands and worked her
quivering ass down over him.
Jenny was panicked now. She rolled her hips wildly, not to excite the big man but to
escape the steady, rigid jab of his cock. It was invading her! It was so thick now that it
was hardly fitting in the stretched, throbbing tube that flooded with sex butter as the
friction increased. The juicy mess that leaked out of her cunt was making it a little
better, but Eddy was just too big!
"Ohhhh! Nooooo, help me... somebody...!" Jenny knew that her tiny cry had hardly
carried out of the room. She was helpless to squirm off of Eddy's big gut. He was
holding her with his fat, with his hands. He was working her down over his prick inch
by painful inch. Then she felt something like a knot of pain deep inside. It was Eddy's
cockhead stretching her womb's mouth. He held her down against him like that and
worked his hips wildly. It hurt.
"Uhhhhh... I'm going to bleed to death if you keep doing that... ohhhhhh Jesus help
me... Christ in heaven!"
"You ain't bleeding." Eddy's fingers fumbled at the ropes. He was untying her! "Now
I'll let these ropes loose if you'll bring me off. I'm just gonna lay here and let you bring
me off any way you want, how's that for being an all right guy, see?"
Jenny thought of escape. But not for very long. The room was too small to get far
enough away from Eddy's hands to make it. Her hands fell apart, free at last. With the
rope dangling on an ankle, she stretched both legs down on top of Eddy's. God, it felt
good. They prickled as blood rushed back into the flesh. And now with her willowy
body stretched atop Eddy's huge form, she realized all the more keenly just how big his
cock was. She was speared on that huge thing. It held her firmly stuck against the heavy
man. She was tightly skewered; she was almost a part of his body! When he moved his
hips, her cunt, her ass, her loins were moved right along with him. She had to strain
her pert ass hard to feel the engorged cockhead begin to slide through the velvet heat of
her cunt. Eddy lay perfectly still.
"Yeah... like that."
Jenny bit her lip, tried not to think of what was happening to her insides. She tucked
her ass-cheeks together and drew her pussy slowly up over the steely cock inside her.
She could hear the soppy membranes sucking along the veined shaft. She drew back,
back until only the tip was inside. Then she squirmed her ass gingerly and brought
herself down again. Miraculously the thick cock glided deep.
She pressed until she could feel her womb lurch upward deep inside her abdomen. She
pushed a trembling hand down to where Eddy's cock grew from his body. There was
only three inches left outside her body. She'd taken seven or eight, probably eight now
that he was really hard. Eight inches!
A tiny spark of pride filled her chest. Her nipples stung. She'd taken eight inches of
cock! But the realization of how vulnerable she was, the fear that all that meat ,was
doing something irreparable to her dainty, fresh cunt made her afraid too. She'd heard
those stories too from her friends back in Greerton. About girls with their wombs
pulled out. And some rumor about a couple that got stuck together while fucking in the
back seat of a car.
Jenny moved upward, testing to see if she was stuck on the huge cock of Fat Eddy.
Deep, deep inside her she could feel the barb sucking back along the tight canal. Yes, it
would come out if she really tried. Not that Eddy would let her. His face was a mask of
agonizing enjoyment. She knew that the friction of their organs was tight. And she
knew by the itchy goodness in her cunt that she might come if she went on wiggling
her narrow hips. She was lots more scared of Fat Eddy coming. He was wearing no
rubber, she had no method of birth control to use. And all she could think of was poor
Bessie getting her to squirt hot Pepsi up her cunt. She didn't want that.
"Hey... what ya doing... uhhhh." Eddy tried to roll his big body over as Jenny pulled
her soppy cunt free from his throbbing cock. The thing bobbed hugely, coated with her
slick juice. She knew that if she didn't do something to satisfy him, he'd find a way to
get it in again. Already he had her by one wrist and was trying to strong arm her back
into position over his cock.
"Let me make it good," she teased, keeping the fear out of her voice as best she could.
She grabbed the glossy shaft and began to pump the skin up and down rapidly. Eddy
faltered in his attempt to skewer her again. The thick cock in her hand was so hot! It
was jumping as she worked the skin around the tip and she guessed that the big man
was a lot closer to getting his rocks than she'd first guessed. If that thing had gone off
inside her cunt!
She closed her eyes and swallowed hard. Though she'd been afraid when Eddy had been
fucking her... or she'd been fucking herself with his cock... now with her quivering cunt
completely empty she felt that emptiness intensely. She felt like she was hanging off the
edge of a cliff. Her breath was short and gaspy and the buzzy, tingly hunger between
her thighs made her clench her legs together and sit back hard on one heel as she
steadily worked the thick cock.
Eddy grunted like a huge pig and Jenny's eyes went wide as white foam came suddenly
from the tip of his prick. It was hot and thick and when it dribbled back over her
knuckles, she felt the carnal hunger deep within her chest. A man's cum. It was a kind
of basic stuff of life. But all cum was different. She was thinking of Russel's cum and
how nice it would feel flowing into her womb.
"Faster, goddamn it..."
Eddy was making the bed creak dangerously. Jenny wanted to get away, to leave him
lying in his own pool of slick cum. She wanted to find Russel. He'd be back from the
gig. Maybe if she waited for him in his room. She'd been letting that first bad scene
mess things up. She had to keep trying before he lost interest altogether. That's what
she'd left her home town for in the first place... to be with Russel, not this fat son-of-abitch Eddy.
"Hey... where ya going?"
Eddy was trying to get up. His huge prick leaned over to one side and spilled a last
flood of jizz onto his thigh. Jenny was pulling the door shut behind her, padding
quickly down the hall to her room. She scooped up her jeans, got into her sandals and
threw a bright T-shirt on. She was down the steps of the bus before Fat Eddy could
holler one last time.


Chapter 9

Pardoo had her hand on the inside of Russel's thigh as they rode back toward the motel
in the back of the dark cab. She heard his breathing, knew he liked it. She was shaking
like she was on a first date. After a year of touring, Russel and Pardoo had never slept
together. It was almost unbelievable, but there it was. Something just hadn't popped
between them until now. Now she knew it had. Russel had his hand on one of her tits,
kneading the full soft roundness.
"Bet you like what I'm gonna do to you," he drawled.
"I've got some nice things planned for you too." She had found the spongy tip of his
prick now and was scratching it through a layer of denim. The cab bounced into the
parking lot of the motel and Larry and Wayne rubbed their faces sleepily and managed
to clamber out. Joe Bob was paying the cabby. Bessie hung on his arm like a zombie.
"Come on," Russel whispered, dragging Pardoo across to the stairs. They hurried up
and walked down the wide balcony. Pardoo saw her before Russel did. She wanted to
kick the little idiot in the side of the head. Yeah, she sure thought she was cute all right,
curled up in front of Russel's door like a willing little cunt ready for action. Even her
eyes looked like she was out for the real stuff this time.
Russel chuckled as they came up. "Jenny, how long you been here?"
"A long time, but that's okay. I'm just waiting for you." Her blonde hair was tangled
sexily. She wiped her short nose on the back of a hand and smiled freckles up at Russel.
Pardoo took Russel's arm tighter and rubbed a hip against him.
"Fuck off, Jenny, Russel and I have something we want to take care of..."
"Why don't you fuck off!" The girl's voice was shrill and shaky.
She didn't look like she was in such hot shape. But Pardoo saw the way Russel was
taking in the little idiot's low-slung jeans, the way they fit her under the crotch so tight.
Yeah, she was a piece of ass all right. Pardoo had to acknowledge that fact. Jenny was
standing, leaning against the wall with her pert, hard tits pushed out as far as they'd go.
She could see the teenager's small nipples and the flat concavity of her bare belly where
the T-shirt was too short. Pardoo jogged Russel in the belly when she saw he was
taking in Jenny's navel with a little too much interest.
"Hey, girls, why don't we all go in and talk this over..."
"Not on your fucking life..."
But before Pardoo could do anything, Russel had the door open and Jenny was slipping
in as she threw him a shameless come-on of a smile. Pardoo caught her by the first bed
and threw her down hard on the mattress.
"Fuck you, bitch!" Pardoo screamed.
Jenny rolled away from her fists and planted a sandaled foot squarely in her side.
Pardoo grunted and fell on the floor. She gasped for air, tried to pull herself erect again
but Jenny was on her back like a wildcat. She felt the young girl's nails draw bloody
tracks across her back. Russel had closed the door and was leaning against it trying to
light a cigarette.
"Russel! Dammit, can't you help me?" Pardoo had one smalL wrist in her grasp and
was trying to twist the arm back behind the screeching blonde.
"Winner take all," he laughed, cocking a leg.
Pardoo spun, her black hair flying. Jenny was going for her eyes now. A nail gouged
her cheek. That was a little too much. Pardoo balled a fist and brought it down on the
side of the slender girl's head. Jenny rocked backward, sprawled on her back on a bed.
Pardoo was on her like a lioness. Someone was knocking on the door.
"Hey, Russel, wha's happening?" Fat Eddy looked into the room, started to retreat
quickly. "I brought you Matty. He was whining to get out of the bus."
"Eddy!" Pardoo gasped. "Help me, can't you?"
Russel blew smoke, shook his head. Eddy jerked his eyes again. "I think I'll get the hell
down to the coffee shop and see if they got any starch cooked up."
"Sonofabitch," Pardoo mumbled, trying to pin Jenny's flailing arms. Russel was
laughing at them! Watching and digging it! And that crazy collie was getting in on the
hassle now. He pranced excitedly around them, yipping and growling. Pardoo knew
that he thought they were playing. Jenny's T-shirt came away in her hands. She tried to
wind the shreds around the girl's neck to choke her into giving up, but Jenny brought
her knees up and kicked Pardoo in the stomach. Then she felt the buttons on her shirt
go as the little blonde curled her fingers in the thin cotton and hung her full weight.
They fell again, this time to the floor. Pardoo saw stars as her forehead clipped the leg
of the bed.
Jenny was stronger than she looked. Pardoo still felt that if she really let go she could
end the battle right there. But she was still hoping that Russel would break it up. She
felt like an idiot fighting over a man. Even if the man was Russel. Big deal.
At last she had the girl's arms pinned. She put a knee in the flat young belly and let
Jenny feel her weight until at last the blonde quit struggling. Pardoo dragged her up
onto the bed. The frolicking collie followed, sniffing wildly at the sweaty crotch of
Jenny's jeans. Russel came across the room quickly.
"Hold her, Pardoo... hold her arms up..."
Jenny's face was twisted in anguish. "Russel... what are you going to..."
Pardoo looked at him herself. There was a funny look to his eyes and something about
his mouth she didn't like. "Let's put her out of here, honey."
Russel licked his lips. "Not yet." He rubbed Pardoo's shoulder. "Remember how we're
going to take care of business now. Let's play a little more to get us warmed up."
Pardoo didn't like it. She knew what he had on his mind. He was probably even patting
himself on the back for thinking of it first. The dog. He had something nice for Matty.
He was rubbing the animal's neck as he unbuttoned the front of Jenny's jeans. The dog
tried to work his tongue against the already damp silk of the teenager's panties.
"Hold her, goddamn it!" Russel barked.
Pardoo bit her lip. She didn't want any part of this. Russel was snaking off Jenny's
denims, yanking at her pants now as the girl fought wildly. But she was tired and
Pardoo had her good. And Russel wanted to see something far out. Pardoo remembered
how nervous Jenny had been when she'd told the youngster about Matty licking cunt.
It was almost like Jenny had even gone so far as to think of such a thing, or have a
nightmare about it or something. But Pardoo knew that to be held down while a dog
went at your cunt could be a traumatic shock for someone like Jenny. "Now turn her
over."
Pardoo looked dumbly at Russel. She could hardly believe her ears. "Turn..."
"Come on. Get her on her hands and knees." Russel grabbed a handful of Pardoo's
black hair and pushed his mouth against hers. Jenny watched with spiteful eyes, her
wrists still pinned to the bed. It was that kiss, that show of love in front of Jenny that
weakened Pardoo's will. She rolled the girl over and pushed one arm up behind her
back. Jenny squealed with pain and Pardoo eased off a little. The dog was already trying
to mount. Pardoo could hardly get her breath. It was awful. To hold someone and have
this happen. Even though she had fucked Matty herself, had let the pretty animal slide
its red dog prick into her human cunt, to force someone to submit to it was wrong.
"Russel... we shouldn't..."
"Like hell. Who cares about this dumb little bitch?"
"Please, Russel, can't we just let her go and then get in bed?"
"If you want me to hang around, you can shut up."
Pardoo shut her eyes, hooked an arm around Jenny's middle. The girl was bawling
now, sobbing with choked gasps of breath. She was on her knees, her face down against
the pillow while Pardoo held the arm-lock on her. Matty scratched along Jenny's silky
ass-cheeks, then rose on his back feet and mounted. His cock was jabbed forward
brutally. Pardoo heard the slick sound of it as Jenny's cunt lips parted. Jenny let out a
trembling, gasping cry.
"Nooooooo... no, no, no!"
Russel's eyes glowed with something Pardoo had never seen before. She wondered what
he might think if he knew that Matty had fucked her before, that she'd let the dog eat
her cunt. Maybe he'd stop it all. Stop it all right now!
"Russel... why don't I do it?"
"Huh?" He was trying to help the dog push forward, trying to guide the raw, red cock
that flopped wildly to find the center of Jenny's cunt.
"Let Matty do it to me."
"Yeah," Jenny cried, "Matty licks her all the time!" The words were spit out angrily.
Jenny twisted her head halfway around. There was hate in her eyes, drool on her lips.
Matty lunged and Pardoo saw the swollen red bulge at the tip of his cock bury itself in
the sparse blonde curls that lined Jenny's cunt. The girl gave a choked cry of pain and
her eyes closed. The dog moved again, gaining ground, clawing with his back feet at the
bed. This time his cock went in up to the hilt. Pardoo knew it was deep inside Jenny's
slender body. She could hear the slick, sucking noise as the big collie worked his
haunches in rabbity, hot fucks. Hot juice dripped from around the swollen outer lips of
Jenny's cunt. Pardoo didn't want to look and yet knew the scene was having an effect
on her senses. The feel of the girl's body as she held it circled in her arm... the futile
attempts to escape. And then the way Jenny had started to move her willowy form. The
dog was exciting her too. Of course it was. Pardoo remembered when she'd had six
inches of dog cock up inside her cunt too. She remembered all too well. The young
blonde would eventually succumb to the titillating, fucking friction. Soon she would
slobber on herself and toss and buck like a bitch herself. And Russel would see it all.
Yes, that was what he wanted. For one girl to help degrade another.
Russel was suddenly up and stripping off his pants. He came around the bed and sat
with his legs on either side of Jenny's tousled blonde head. She only became aware of
his presence when he pulled her head up by her hair. Her lips were pouty and
glistening with saliva. Her heavy eyes looked into Russel's.
"Russel... I love you. That's why I was waiting. I wanted to apologize for last time..."
"Sure, you can apologize." Russel stroked his cock skin back until the glossy head was
exposed completely.
Pardoo felt like an intruder, like she was watching something she shouldn't watch. But
her own cunt was seeping hot butter. Whenever she moved her hips, the inner surfaces
of her cunt rubbed over her clitoris. Russel had inched forward as he held Jenny's head
up from the bed. Now his crotch was under her. Each time Matty plunged his dog cock
into her cunt, the girl lurched forward. Russel sat there, legs on either side of her
shoulders, guiding her mouth down.
"Nooo! Please, Russel... not while...!"
The big collie yipped and licked hotly at the nape of Jenny's neck. He was trying to
grab her with his teeth, trying to hold her completely helpless so that his seed would be
planted before she got away. It was an instinctive hunger, a drive which told Pardoo
that the dog was getting close to coming.
"Ohhhhhh... uhhhhh," the blonde gasped. Her hips danced now as Pardoo had known
they would. She tucked her slim ass up and down, making the raw knob of the dog's
cock poke the sides of her cunt. She was trying to say something when Russel pushed
her open mouth down over his cock. It went in deep. Pardoo almost cried out when she
saw the blonde's chin bump Russel's balls and heard the choked, futile sound that
bubbled from her nose.
Russel held her down as her body bucked with gagging convulsions and the hot collie
fucked her swollen cunt. The sound filled the room. Pardoo felt weak, like she'd
smoked some really far-out weed and it had left her a little spaced. She let go of Jenny's
arm, watched it drop limply to the bed. The girl was past struggling now. She was in a
vortex of whirling, frenzied lust, jammed between two male animals that were milking
the softness from her body. Gorging themselves on her innocence.
Pardoo staggered to her feet, leaned against the wall. There was not much light in the
room, only the sun filtering through a crack in a curtain. She felt like she was
witnessing some primal, carnal rite. She saw a half full bottle of whiskey on the dresser,
grabbed it to her mouth. The sucking noises were as loud as the dog's red cock as it
penetrated Jenny's cunt. Pardoo could see floods of hot spit coming from around the
small girl's mouth, wetting Russel's balls. And every time Russel forced her all the way
down on his cock, the choked retching sound gurgled from deep in Jenny's throat.
"Come here, Pardoo!" he gasped.
Pardoo drank another mouthful of the whiskey. It was hot and ugly in her guts, but she
felt the radiating warmth begin to dull her conscience. She put the bottle down and
went over to Russel.
"Kiss me!" he breathed, taking a hand away from Jenny's head to grab her hair.
She kissed him. The kiss was slick and hot and full of tongue. But Pardoo felt like she
was in another dimension. She was floating somewhere, trying to see some sense to it
all, knowing at the same time that she wouldn't ever be able to get any of this straight
in her head. Never in a million years.
When she looked back at the gasping tangle of arms, legs and fur on the bed, Russel
had his head back, his body arched up to embed his cock as far as it would go in
Jenny's throat. She flailed with her arms, her willowy body bucking as Matty brought
his thin haunches up and in with snapping, vicious thrusts. Then Pardoo saw a milky
flood ooze from around the young blonde's lips. Russel rolled away, a dazed, satisfied
look on his face while Jenny hung her head down between her hands and let the thick
globs of cum leak onto the bed. She was propped on her elbows, pushing back against
the forceful fucking of the big collie.
Russel pushed his face close to the girl's. Pardoo could see that he was working his
hand on his cock, milking the last bit of excitement from his body, panting as he
caught Jenny's hair again and made her look at him.
"It's good, ain't it? Ain't Matty good?"
"Ohhhhhhh... God..."
"Say it's good!" He pulled her hair.
The girl's ass was twitching and prancing as the dog fought for more depth. Pardoo was
standing with her back pressed into a corner now, watching almost as if the girl being
fucked by the dog were her instead of Jenny. The furry sheath was shoved so hard
against the girl's peeled, swollen cunt lips that it was drenched with her sex butter. And
when the dog pulled back to ram again, Pardoo could see an inch of the raw, red cock...
the blue veins exposed more than the veins on a human cock. The seeping membranes
so slick and hot and wet-looking.
Jenny's tiny cunt sucked around the shaft, clung to it when the dog tucked back to
drive again. And as the collie held her like that while he jabbed with rabbity quick
fucking, the cummy-mouthed blonde gave a cry and rolled her narrow ass in wild
circles. That cry was something Pardoo had never heard coming from the mouth of a
human being. And the effect was such a strange one.
She was shocked, ashamed of things in herself and in Jenny and the dog and especially
Russel. But she was also so excited that her knees were trembling. Russel was grunting
wildly, trying to pull Jenny over onto her back. The collie barked and tried to keep his
cock inside, but Russel pushed him back and got Jenny onto her back with her ass at
the very edge, thighs and legs hanging over, feet flat on the floor. The dog came at her
again, Russel holding the blonde's knees open so he would be able to fuck her easily.
Jenny seemed to know what was happening. She held the dog's shoulders, raked his
furry back with her hands as he fought to find her warmth again with the wet tip of his
cock. Pardoo couldn't believe the look on Jenny's face.
"Ohhhhhhh hurry..." The blonde bucked her body and tilted her pelvis up with her
thighs as far apart as she could get them. Pardoo could smell the musky heat of her
cunt, could see the glistening raw meat where the dog had ravaged her.
"Uhhhh... OHHH!" gasped Jenny, slipping a hand down between her belly and the
collie's. Pardoo drank more whiskey quick. Why was she so shocked? She'd let the dog
do it to her once. But no, it hadn't been quite like this. Jenny was going after the
collie's hot dog cock like it was absolutely the best thing in the world. She was being
more passionate, more intimate with the animal than anything Pardoo had seen
between her and Russel. Matty was kissing her now and Jenny had her mouth open
wide to take his long, pink tongue.
She kissed him back, rubbing her belly up against his as she struggled to get her
shaking fingers around his cock to guide it... 
Pardoo was panting. She pushed a finger under the silk of her panties and gouged deep
into the wetness. Her clit was already tumid with blood and she rubbed the hood back
to get to the most sensitive parts.
"Ohhhh Christ in heaven," Jenny moaned. She had the dog's cock grasped firmly in her
childish fingers and was working the slick skin as she pulled it toward her cunt. Her ass
squirmed as if with some insatiable itch. Matty yipped and wet her neck and chin and
cheeks with wild licks. She gave the dog her own tongue and he nipped at it gingerly
between his small front teeth. He didn't seem to know quite what to do with it, but the
look on Jenny's face told Pardoo that the dog was doing something right. The way their
bodies fit together was unbelievable.
Pardoo couldn't remember it happening like that to her. But Jenny seemed so supple,
so able to curve her slender loveliness against the humping animal. The dog's feet were
planted firmly on the rug, the slim blonde's ass hanging off the edge of the mattress.
Pardoo saw Jenny's knuckles glossy with dog cum as she continued to work his cock,
guided it between her puffy, hot cunt lips.
The frantic dog lunged as he realized that the heat around the blood-filled knob of his
cock was Jenny's cunt. He was in her again. In one growling lunge he was in her.
Jenny's back arched with the fever of being rammed full of dog prick. Her mouth fell
open, her small tits raked toe bulging chest of the collie. The dog pushed his tongue
into her mouth again, lapping up Russel's cum and the blonde's hot spit. He wouldn't
take long now, Pardoo knew. He was taking her in a savage rush of furious rutting.
And the small girl's body writhed like a snake as she pulled on his haunches to get him
deep. She was coming too.
The gasps had changed to growls. She gnashed her teeth and pinched her eyes tight.
Her matted hair sprayed once again on the bed as she tossed her head. Russel watched
all this with lust-filled eyes. He was still playing with his cock and Pardoo noticed that
it had not lost its rigidity. She'd heard of men who could keep one up even after
coming and thought it simply a nymphomaniac's wet dream. But Russel had kept his.
And the look on his face seemed to say that he wished he had a little bit of the action
again.
"Jenny... let me fuck you now..." Russel kissed her ear but the dog's tongue drove him
back. He started to push against Matty's heaving side, but the dog growled with
menace. Russel took his hand away quickly. He was staring with his mouth open. Jenny
had wrapped her white legs up over the collie's narrow back and locked her trim ankles.
She was humping her ass wildly up against the animal's insistent fucking. There was no
need for Russel any longer.
Pardoo laughed from her corner. She didn't like the sound of her laugh and drowned it
with a slug of hot whiskey. She was getting drunk. She laughed again. Russel glared at
her. His hands made fists. Then he looked at the writhing, moaning blonde girl under
the dog.
"Ohhhhh it's soooo good! Oh, I'm gonna die...! " She licked at the dog's muzzle and
rocked her hips crazily. She was fucking almost as fast as Matty was and her chest rose
and fell in time to his. The dog's front paws were on her shoulders some of the time, on
either side of her head the rest. He seemed to like the strange position, this position
that humans seemed to favor most of the time.
Pardoo drank whiskey and rubbed her finger deep into her soppy cleft. Jenny had
hugged the collie tight around the neck now and her face was twisted in the agony of
final ecstasy. She quivered all over. Her flushed tits pressed firmly against Matty's chest.
Her nipples plowed through the silky fur and she wallowed them around to make the
last few seconds as good as she could have them.
The dog was already coming. Pardoo could hear the subtle change of sound where their
bodies met. She could hear the slick slide of his cock and then something else... the hot
suck of cum around the tip, the clinging slurp of Jenny's clasping pussy as the white
jizz drenched it. And Jenny's come changed from a teasing, itching purgatory of joy to
the final devastating madness. She cried and shivered on the bed, digging at the dog's
back with her nails. She twisted violently, pushed the dog's muzzle down so that he
might find a tit. Matty did. He nibbled on it as a dog might play with its puppies.
Jenny wiggled her ass as the dog's spurting cock plowed her again and again. Pardoo
saw the white strings dripping from the tip when the cock pulled out, then saw them
smeared into her flooding cunt when he fucked.
The dog fell away weakly, crumpled on his side on the floor. He tried to lick himself,
tried to clean some of the cum from his balls but slumped again, his eyes closed. Russel
grabbed the still-twitching blonde and yanked her roughly upward, dragging her feet
from the floor, pulling her legs apart. He held his cock in his hand. He was trying to
push it into the hot, fucked place between the blond-edged outer lips. Jenny didn't even
seem to notice him. Pardoo took her finger out of her cunt and smelled it. It smelled of
fuck. She needed fuck. She drank from the bottle again and gagged when the stuff hit
her stomach.
Russel was on top of the lithe blonde now, pumping his prick into her pussy. He
worked it deep, panting and gasping. Jenny had her face to one side, hands thrown
back above her head, palms up. She looked like an innocent, sleeping maiden. She
didn't so much as move when Russel kissed her neck roughly.
"What the fuck's wrong with you!" he muttered.
"She's had a better fuck than you've ever given her," Pardoo laughed. The laugh
sounded right this time, it felt good. She laughed some more. She laughed like crazy.
"Why don't you get your ass out of here, bitch!"
"I thought I was invited along. Remember I got the gig back for you. I made everything
right with Malcolm ."
Russel was sucking on Jenny's left tit. He nibbled at the rigid, pink nipple, watched the
girl's slack face. She appeared to be sleeping. Pardoo was laughing so hard that she
dropped the almost empty bottle. It rolled on the floor, spilling booze. She found the
doorknob, staggered out into the bright day. It was hot outside the air-conditioned
room. Children splashed in the motel pool. She held to the railing and tried to focus.
Bessie lay sleeping in the shade on her stomach. She had undone the tie of her bikini to
get some sun on her back. Joe Bob sat at the edge of the pool, dangling his feet in the
water. Pardoo pulled the front of her shirt together where Jenny had torn off the
buttons. She waved. Joe Bob waved back, glanced down at Bessie and then came
barefoot across the parking lot and up the stairs.
"Hey, Pardoo..."
She could see the heavy lump in his shorts. She was hungry for it. She was drunk and
wanted to fuck for the rest of the goddamned day. She looked again at the figures at the
poolside, pulled Joe Bob back against the wall.
"I wanna suck your cock," she giggled, rubbing the throbbing lump.
"You're drunk," Joe Bob laughed, pushing his damp hair back from his eyes. "I thought
you and Russel had at long last got it together."
Pardoo licked her upper lip sexily. "Didn't last long did it?" She was looking at Joe
Bob's muscled chest, his long arms. There was a little scar at one comer of his mouth
she hadn't really noticed before.
"I been thinking," Joe Bob said, glancing down where Bessie was asleep. "After this last
little tussle with Bess and all..." He scratched his arm. "I think maybe I'd like to spread
out a little... you know. I've been a little too boxed in always making sure Bessie doesn't
fuck anybody else but me and Russel." He laughed. "Who in the hell does Russel think
he is anyway? He can have her if he wants her. Bessie can just go fuck any damned
body she fuckin' wants to..."
Pardoo tickled him under one arm. The rub of hair against her finger excited her. She
opened her mouth and put it gently around one hard, male nipple. Joe Bob let out a
lungful of air and held the back of her neck, rubbing the tendons and the hollow
between them. Pardoo felt like she'd kicked off her lead boots... she felt like she was
flying again for the first time in months. Russel wouldn't be dragging her any more.
like a lead weight hanging on the lips of her cunt. She was through with all that and it
seemed so simple. The way it had happened. Pardoo shook her head and pushed
Joe Bob's long hair back so she could find his ear with her lips.
"I wanna suck your pretty cock," she said again.
"Not till I eat you out good, baby." He found the edge of her jeans, pushed two fingers
under the denim, the silk, and down the crack of her ass. "That last time wasn't fair
with me all freaked out and Bessie sleeping there next to us..."
"Fair play's what it's all about," Pardoo snickered. "Fair play for Pardoo."
"Amen, baby." Joe Bob had found the soft lips of her cunt and was parting them with
his fingertip. "Let's get out of this daylight and into a nice, dark, air-conditioned room."
"We better," gasped Pardoo, "or I'm gonna come all over your hand..."
Pardoo smiled all the way down the balcony. She was smiling when Joe Bob shut the
door behind them and kissed her in the dark cool of her room. And when he slipped
her hot, damp panties down from her cunt and knelt there to caress her clitoris with
the tip of his tongue, Pardoo was thinking of only that lovely moment. No collies, or
Great Danes, or Russel and his sexy ass. Just the here and now and Joe Bob's hands
pressing her back to the bed. She fell onto the mattress and spread her thighs wide for
him.
"You do it better..." she heard herself whisper.
"Than who?" Joe Bob laughed, squirming his tongue around her aching clit.
Pardoo smiled, remembering black muzzles and sloppy dog tongues. She sunk her
fingers in his hair and pulled him tight against her juicy cunt.
"Just don't stop..." Pardoo crossed her legs behind his head. "Just please, please don't
stop..."


THE END
