Chapter 2

It had taken two doorbell pushes, and three mutual hand squeezes to keep their courage plucked, but at last the inside door opened, and the elderly man they had talked to in the park looked out at the two girls through the screen door.

“You?” he said, his face showing bemused surprise. They saw him glance over their heads, obviously looking to see if anyone was with them, or was watching.

“Just us,” the smaller dark-haired girl said. “Hi.”

“Hi Mister.” The redhead this time.

“Well, what is it? What do you want?” He watched the girls’ eyes meet a little nervously, then the shorter, skinny one took a breath and looked him straight in the eye.

“Hi, we met you in the park, right? We thought, well we like wanted to ask if you would let us play with your dog. Vinnie. We really liked him. You were cool too, so we thought maybe...” She left the last statement unfinished, punctuated by eyebrows raised with hope. The redhead added her own expectant and earnest look as well.

“We really like dogs. Um, Vinnie, I mean, sir.” the redhead said, after two seconds of awkward silence.

Their hopeful and sincere looks made the man want to laugh, and he hadn’t laughed in too long. But he suppressed his smile, and took a moment to look them over. They were cute. Hot, even. Both were dressed nearly bare for a very warm summer day. Girls these days knew how to make the most of their bodies. Very short cutoff shorts, the redhead in a short-cropped tee that said something he couldn’t quite make out the way it draped over her perky, pear-shaped little breasts, and the brunette in just a tiny sky blue swimsuit top. Lovely feet in summer sandals. Beautiful. Young. Jailbait.

“How’d you find where I live? You followed me and my dog from the park, didn’t you? Snoopy little squirts.”

“You don’t have to be cantankerous. We just want to have fun, don’t you?”

“Cantankerous. That’s quite a big word for such a young lady.” The graying man looked thoughtfully at the rather brash young brunette who had commented, considering. “The house is a bit of a mess. I haven’t had visitors in some time, and I didn’t expect...”

“We don’t care about that,” the taller redhead girl interrupted. “We could even help you clean, if you wanted, mister. I mean after we play.”

“There’s that word again. Play. I’m curious what exactly you girls mean by that,” gruffed the man. He saw the two girls glance at each other. Both looked uncertain, their nervousness perhaps growing. He almost felt sorry for them standing there, bold, but with their courage obviously beginning to ebb. Uncertain about the whole situation as he was, something stirred inside of him that made him not want to be the old goat. He took the moment to look their nubile bodies up and down again, then glanced past them to the street.

“Tell you what. Get your skinny asses inside. I don’t want the nosey neighbors seeing two little hussies out on my front step and wondering what’s going on.”

“Yes!” Anya breathed, and squeezed Kayla’s hand nervously as the man held the screen door open. They stepped inside, hearts beginning to race, fighting with their determination to keep level-headed. They were aware of his eyes on their bodies again as they squeezed past him. But that was what they had expected, after all, so although it added to their nervousness, it excited them more. The man smelled faintly of pine soap, aftershave, pipe tobacco, and sweat. Kayla thought it was a not unpleasant, dad sort of smell. Though the house itself was unkempt and smelled musty, and not surprisingly, doggy.

The house seemed a little dark and rather dusty, but as the girls’ eyes adjusted, they could see the living room wasn’t too badly kept. A sofa, a coffee table piled haphazardly with books and magazines, a well-worn easy chair and ottoman. On the opposite wall, a large-screen television with a football game on the screen, but the sound turned off, a couple of sound system speakers, a glass-fronted cabinet filled with model airplanes, and a shelf of old photographs of people who looked like family members, including several dogs. The wood-paneled room was pleasantly cool considering the summer heat of the day outside.

“Have a seat if you’d like. And since you’re here, I suppose I should be decent and offer you something to drink. Ice water? Iced tea? I don’t have any soda or Kool-Aid, I’m afraid.”

“Ummm, ice water, please,” Kayla said.

“That’s Kayla. I’m Anya. Ice water too, thank you mister.” The girls sat down rather tentatively on the edge of the large, rather plump, worn leather sofa. The man disappeared into the adjacent kitchen. Kayla grabbed Anya’s hand and squeezed it again, reassuringly. So far so good, their eyes met and agreed.

“So where’s Vinnie?” Anya asked as they all sipped politely.

“He’s out back. He has the run of the yard back of the house. Seems like you girls really do like dogs--I guess you weren’t kidding about that. But tell me more, what do you mean by you want to ‘play’ with him?” The man settled into the easy chair across from the couch. He still hadn’t said his name.

Anya looked at Kayla and Kayla looked at Anya, both girls seemed to be holding their breath. After a slight nod from Kayla, Anya looked up, took a breath, brushed a stray shock of dark hair from her blue eyes and locked eyes with the man. “You know. Play. Sex stuff.”

“You are really telling me you two youngsters like to have sex? And with dogs? Am I hearing that right?”

Anya gave a nod. Kayla sat upright, tense. It seemed as if she was still holding her breath.

He chuckled and zipped his drink, which wasn’t ice water. It was something stronger, with a lime in it. Kayla breathed. Anya flashed her a relieved grin, but they knew they were not home free yet.

“So how do I know you two are serious? Not just trying to hoax a dirty old man?”

Anya glanced at her friend. “Show him,” she said. Kayla blushed and bit her lip. She set her drink down on the coffee table, and turned to look at shyly at the man. He could see now read the word on the cropped tee and grinned and shook his head. “Kids these days,” he mumbled. He could also see the girl’s nipples showing hard through the fabric. Then Kayla gave a quick tug and two lovely ripe young breasts jiggled into view.

He stared, stunned. Perfection. Sheer perfection.

Now Anya stood. She unsnapped her short shorts, pushed them downward slightly. A bare vulva ... panties? Nope. No panties. A slight pink swell of clit, then a smooth little slit ... the girl’s finger tips tugging the ivory labia apart to show off the coral depth inside. He thought he could almost see steam coming off the little cunt, but he knew that must be his imagination.

“Wow,” he said. Now Kayla had her sweet little cunt out too. He sipped his drink, took his time looking from one pussy to the other, then at the girl’s faces as they waited. They seemed pensive, but also proud. Proud of their bodies and their sexuality, he thought, and for the first time, his cock truly stirred.

“You are serious.”

They nodded.

He grinned quizzically at them. The girls glanced at each other nervously, then with a reassuring nod from Anya, they grinned back at him. Then both girls sat back on the sofa and took sips at their water. Their shorts, undone, still clung to their hips, now obscuring his view of their pussies and showing just the nearly hairless vulvas above. Kayla’s tee had fallen but the cropped hem had caught on her hard-poking nipples, and they still barely peeked out at him. He shifted in his chair and the girls watched as he adjusted the growing bulge in his pants.

“I’m Dan,” he said. “Dan, uhh, Smith. Pleased to meet you girls. He swirled his drink on his glass, ice cubes clinking faintly, took another swig, and looked them over. “So ... dog fuckers? Both of you? Really?”

Both girls blushed deeply, but red-faced, they still managed to look directly at him and replied almost in unison. “Yah.”

He considered, took another sip.

“What’s in it for me? I mean, let’s say I let Vinnie in here and you two show him what a good time he can have with a couple of super cute young bitches. I get to watch, that’s a must, that’s given. Anything else you girls would like to put on the table? A guy has needs. Especially an old cuss like me.”

The girls glanced at each other again, both looking a bit uncertain. It was obvious they hadn’t quite worked out their plan this far. Or more likely, they had mentally skipped over certain inevitable steps in their eagerness to imagine getting their hands on the dog.

“I have a pretty strong feeling you two know all about that too. Guys’ needs,” Dan went on. He was aware he was bargaining for sex—leveraging his dog for sexual services from two neighborhood junior high sluts. Trafficking, maybe. But hey, in a safe way, he rationalized. Out on the street these youngsters could easily get in trouble. He could take care of them here in his house. Keep everybody safe. That thought stroked a fatherly instinct, even as the cum in his balls stirred.

This time it was Kayla who spoke first. “Umm ... like, I’d suck you off. We both would. I mean, you seem really nice.”

Anya nodded. “We like to do each other too, you could, like, watch us. Also yeah, blow jobs. But no fucking. And we would never tell a soul. Swear. Nobody knows we came over here. You too, right? You wouldn’t tell anyone, because we’re, like, too young for you to want anyone to find out, right?”

Dan looked the two of them over. He had to admit they had sized things up pretty well. Two blushing hot little sluts off the street wanted to blow him for the chance to mate with his dog? The offer was fair—in fact beyond his expectations, by a lot. Random old guys don’t get so lucky. His dick was hard in his pants now, his cautious reserve fraying fast.

This moment, with the two young girls staring at him intently, looking so nervous but also so determined, triggered a distant memory. Way back, when he was young, maybe a couple years older than these girls. He’d fucked his baby sister and her best friend. Those girls had wanted it, showing him their young cunt slits and seeming so confident in their expectation he would fuck them. They had been right, of course. He’d fucked them both, often, until he left home for college. So he knew very well how wanton some adolescent girls could be, when that sex bug bit.

He wavered for a moment, a voice way back in his head telling him he’d best kick the two little shits out and warn them not to come back. He bit his lip, and looked to two of them up and down. These two know how to dress for an old guy’s eyes. The voice got outvoted.

“Deal,” he announced. “Nobody tells anything that happens. Here are the rules: You girls will be safe, I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to, but I do get to watch everything. And you can’t blame a man for asking for what he wants now and then, right? So count on it. You can always say no.”

The girls stared back, both with looks that struck him as amusing, some odd combination of shock and horny anticipation and a dawning realization that they might just have gotten in over their pretty heads. Finally the brunette nodded her head. “Okay,” she simply said. The redhead echoed a second later, looking if anything, even slightly more uncertain in the midst of her attempt to look decisive.

The man grinned and chuckled, remembering how it felt, at their tender age, to realize you might just have to grabbed a tiger by the tail. “So strip, little bitches. Let’s get this show on the road. I’ll let Vinnie in and you can do what you like with him.”

The girls exhaled audibly. They giggled, kissed, squealed in excited relief, and kissed again as they began tugging off the remains of what little clothing they had come with. Dan grinned and growled a low chuckle as he passed them, heading to the back door to let the dog inside. His cock pressed hard at his trousers, balls full and low.

“Damn, I really want to fucking see this,” the man murmured as he went to the back door to let the dog in.

As Vinnie trotted into the room, alert and inquisitive, intently sniffing all three crotches as Dan chuckled and the girls sighed with excitement. He watched the girls kiss each other again and spread their legs wide for the dog’s snuffling snout. He was every bit as large-statured and smooth-coated as they had remembered.

“You both said you’re willing to suck me off. And I know you’ll kiss my dog. So will you kiss me too? Kiss me first, babes. Then kiss your lover.”

That seemed to strike the girls more as a welcome command than the question he’d intended. Neither thought of saying no. Both slid off the couch and walked on their knees the short distance, past the coffee table across the living room rug. Two pair of puffy middle school titties bobbed nicely, nipples poking the air in turgid excitement. Anya’s were slightly more brown and smaller than her redheaded friend’s larger, coral pink ones. But both pair seemed perfect. Vinnie politely followed the girls, his cold nose alternating from one pertly presented butt crack to the other. They both seemed surprisingly accepting of the intrusion of a dog’s snout there. They crawled between the man’s parted knees and then leaned upward, both offering their lips to his.