Chapter 6

Jan awoke from her deep slumber feeling better rested than she had in a long time. She stretched luxuriously, looked at the clock and was amazed to see that it was almost two in the afternoon. She wondered why her mother hadn't gotten her up hours before. The old lady was always after her to do the dishes, to make her bed, to take the garbage out.

The only chore she now decided she didn't mind doing, which she had objected to before, was feeding the dog. She'd do anything at all she could for darling Meat now, since she'd learned the wonderful things he could do with his cock.

At the thought of her dog, Jan jumped out of bed and padded through the house looking for him. But the dog wasn't there, and she was distinctly annoyed. It wasn't that she wanted to fuck so much as she wanted to be sure the dog was nearby all the time now.

Not finding him in the house, she looked out the window see if he were on the lawn. She couldn't see him there, so she stepped out the front door and looked up and down the street.

She forgot she was nude, but across the street, where frustrated Fred was mowing his lawn, her nudity caused a revolution of no mean order. He turned when he first heard her call the dog, stood there in a rock-hard amazement while Jan, oblivious of his gaze, continued to call her dog. Fred's cock was harder than it had been in years as he looked at her smooth, naked flesh. Her tits were firm and jutting, with pink nipples protected by large aureoles, and at the junction of her thighs her pussy was thickly bushed. In short, she looked like she was made for the act of love... and that was just what Fred wanted to do.

But he was too chicken to cross the street and fuck the darling child, so he turned, went in his house, where Mabel was sitting at the kitchen table, eating a prune Danish and reading one of her interminable confession magazines.

Without so much as a "by your leave," Fred grabbed his aging, fat wife and forced her to the floor, where he proceeded to fuck her with more passion than he'd had since before they got married. When he spilled his cream in her, he was pretending it was Jan he was fucking, but that didn't matter, because Mabel was pretending it was the young stud at the gas station who was fucking her so well.

Jan, not seeing the dog and suddenly realising she didn't have a stitch of clothes on, returned inside the house. Right then she wanted Meat, though she'd had so much good fucking the day before she really didn't want Meat right then.

So she went into the kitchen, found something to eat, looked for a note from her mother, and then decided to shower. She was still sticky from the fucking of the night before, and she looked ruefully at the dried come clinging to the inner flesh of her thighs.

"Good thing dear old Mom didn't see that," she said to herself as she adjusted the shower. "Come stains on my legs are one thing she'd be sure to recognise."

She stepped into the shower and began the slow, ritual bathing she'd come to enjoy so much since she'd started fucking a couple of weeks before. Bathing was for Jan almost as sensual an act as fucking itself, for she always wound up turned on so much her pussy was juicy when she finished, and usually she jacked herself off while the water washed over her. First she soaped herself all over, using a richly scented soap she loved, and then she rubbed her body sensually with her hands, pretending it was a lover's caress she was experiencing.

She slipped her fingers down between the lips of her pussy, found the tight, hard button of her clitty, and began rolling it around and around. She found the area around her meatus especially sensitive, after the masturbatory technique Davis had shown her the night before, and it only added the fiery sensations shooting through her body.

Before she came, she took the nozzle of her douche bag from its hook and started fucking herself with it. It wasn't nearly as big as the cocks she had come know and love, but it was at least something in her snatch as she fingered herself rapidly to climax. Just as she came, her body throbbing and throbbing through the ecstasy of her climax, Fred, across the street, shot his wad deep into Mabel's slack cunt. The old man grunted, farted, and came, while the girl he was pretending to screw was busily rubbing her cunt and giving herself the most magnificently glorious fuck- feelings.

When her come was over, Jan filled the douche bag and sluiced her pussy clean, for she had been fucked by at least six men the night before, plus being sucked by some of them, plus being sucked by several women who were glad to see her at Ma Kidder's. The one woman she'd found distasteful, not only because her pussy didn't taste good but because she was a nasty broad, was a chick everybody called Garbage Lady. Nobody knew why they called her Garbage Lady, and Jan, always the soul of discretion, as her mother had taught her to be, was too polite to ask.

She and Davis had returned to the club, where Weird Stanley started grumbling immediately about having to work so long. Davis told him he was fired... an event that happened at least once a day, sometimes more often, at which point Weird Stanley reached down deep into his vocabulary to come up with a devastating insult, said, "Fuck you, Davis," and shut up.

Davis brought the lights up bright, said, "Were closing early tonight," to the customers standing at the bar... those who didn't know the closing was only so the regulars could indulge themselves in their orgy. A couple of would-be drunks grumbled discontentedly as they left, but Davis didn't even care. He knew there was more action to be had on the fucking scheduled when the door was locked than would develop from continuing to pour drinks until two a.m.

"Get that fucking door locked," Robbie Lester said suddenly, appearing from the back of the club. "I'm in the mood to fuck!"

Weird Stanley took an Allen wrench, which was the only key they had for the front door, and applied it to the decrepit lock so that other customers, but most especially the minions of the ABC, couldn't get in and soil the festive mood of the fuckers. By the time the club was secure from interruption, Jan was able to see, in the hell-fire red light used to illuminate the interior, that there were several people there.

She made a quick count and determined that men and women were evenly represented, which wasn't really important, because she knew she could get just as much pleasure from the lips and tongue of a woman on her cunt as she could from a cock rampaging among her tender, juicy pussy-flesh.

"Hello, underage fuck," a portly gentleman with a water-soft voice said to darling Jan. "It's good to see you again."

"Hello, Benny," Jan said. She reached down and gave his cock a squeeze through his pants. "Why aren't you undressed?"

"Give me time, chick," Benny said. May I fuck you first?"

"I came with Davis," Jan said. "I better check with him." She'd been taught that if she were on a date with a boy, she shouldn't do anything with anybody else unless the boy didn't mind. And she didn't see why the lesson her mother had taught her wouldn't hold at an orgy just as well.

"I'll ask him," Benny stood, smiling and thrusting his hand under her skirt to caress her pussy through the sheer material of her panties. "I don't think he'll mind."

Benny moved off in the darkness and Jan, familiar now with the routine at the orgies held regularly at Ma Kidder's began undressing, folding her clothes and stacking them nearby on a bar stool, for her mother had taught her to be a neat youngster.

"You're still as lovely as ever said a slender, bearded man who walked up and massaged her left nipple with one hand while guiding her hand to his steel-hard cock. "I hope you're going to let me fuck you tonight."

"Of course I will, Tim," Jan said, recognising Tim Bessemer from his steel-hard cock which had given her the most magnificent pleasure during her first orgy here at Ma Kidder's Bar and Infamous Sex Palace. "I'd never let a chance to have your wonderful cock in my body."

Tim gave her an appreciative tit-squeeze, as Davis returned, took her by the arm and led her to the bar.

"This, little chick, is Garbage Lady," he said introducing her to a dark-haired, tit-less woman sipping an incredibly tall drink.

"And don't you dare ask why they call me Garbage Lady," she snarled. She ignored Jan, but looked at Davis. "What are we doing, Davis, robbing the cradle?"

"This little chick fucks better than most," Davis explained. "She's been here before."

"That's no recommendation," Garbage Lady said. "A lot of crumbs have been here before."

Davis ignored her, shrugged and led Jan away.

"Is she always that nasty?" Jan asked when they were out of earshot.

"Only when she's awake," Davis said. "I've never heard her complain when she was asleep."

"Christ it must be tough to live with that much antagonism inside you," the little girl, wise beyond her years, remarked.

"Garbage Lady is all right," Davis said. "She just doesn't like to admit she enjoys fucking."

"Are you going to fuck me first?" Jan asked, looking up at the tall, handsome bartender impishly. "I've had several invitations."

"I'm sure you have, chick, I'm sure you have," Davis said. "But don't let the fact that you came in with me hinder you in your search for a good fuck. I'm a little worn out right now, in case you don't remember."

"I remember," she said, smiling warmly at him. "I could go to sleep right now without another single fuck all night, and not even miss it." Then she cocked her head to one side. "But since I'm here, I'm going to make the most of the opportunity."

"Good," Davis said, walking away into the darkness. leaving her alone.

It was only then she realised she was the only person in the room who had stripped. For a moment she felt terribly self- conscious, then, with the skill she had always shown when it came to matters of fucking, she walked up to Garbage Lady.

"To get this party under way," she said. "I'd like to suck your pussy."

The silence that followed her announcement was astounding. Every eye in the bar was on her and as Garbage Lady slowly turned to face her, Jan had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"Or maybe you'd like to suck mine," she continued in a small, distant voice.

"I'll... be... God... damned!" Garbage Lady said, swinging around on the stool to face her.

"I'm sorry if I said something wrong," Jan said. "I just thought... well, maybe we ought to do something to get the party going," she shrugged. "I'll go ask somebody else."

"Wait a minute, Jan," Garage Lady said, taking Jan by the arm as the girl started to turn away. "You didn't say anything wrong,"

There was a general air of relief among the assembled fuckers.

"I thought I did."

"You didn't," Garbage Lady said. "I don't usually get into the orgy until I'm smashed out of my mind, and nobody, especially none of these dumb fuckers here, has ever had guts enough to walk up and ask me to fuck. I usually have to invite myself into their fucking.

"You shouldn't have to," Jan said. "You... you're, well... attractive."

Garbage Lady smiled.

"Thank you child. And to answer your question, yes, indeed, I would like for you to suck my pussy. I've wanted a chick to suck my pussy at every one of these stupid fuck parties, and not one female in this whole damned town has had courage enough to stick her nose into my crotch."

She turned and slid from the bar stool. She took Jan by the hand and led her to the bandstand, from which all the musical instruments had been cleared. She helped Jan scramble up on the stage... the same stage where Jan had made her public fucking debut only a short few days before... and as she did Robbie Lester manipulated the lights so that the stage was bathed in a fiery red floodlight, while the rest of the club was plunged into Stygian blackness.

Slowly, deliberately, Garbage Lady undressed, and Jan was impressed with the quality of the woman's body for in spite of her age she was well preserved. Her tits had only the slightest tendency to sag, and her stomach pooched out enough to suggest she had mothered at least one offspring, but otherwise she was smooth- skinned and desirable. Her legs were long and tapering, and her bush thicker than any darling Jan had ever seen. The child wondered for a moment if she'd be able to find her way through the tangled jungle of pubic hair to the delightful flesh beyond.