Chapter 8

Under pressure from Weird Stanley, Jan led him into her house, her thoughts really more on the whereabouts of her dog than on the tall, cadaverous and mentally retarded bartender. She pushed him down on the couch, asked him if he wanted a beer, got him one when he managed to nod assent, and then asked him what he wanted.

"I got a message from Davis and Lester," he said. "They tried to call you, but you didn't answer."

"So they sent you to see, me?" Jan asked skeptically.

"Well, I told them I'd come see you," he volunteered. "They didn't exactly send me."

"And you came over here hoping to get laid," Jan said disgustedly.

"How'd you guess," the weird one asked. "Somebody tell you?"

"No, Weird," Jan said patiently, realising she was dealing with the mentality of a child. "I was able to figure it out for myself."

"You're pretty smart, ain't you!" he said sipping his beer. "You think you're smarter than I am, huh!"

She knew she'd have to humour him, for Weird Stanley was obnoxious at best, and possibly really nasty at worst. She didn't think he'd become violent with her, but she wasn't in the mood to take shit from him or from anybody else right then. All she could think about was that the marvelous dog she'd come to love so much couldn't be found, and she had planned to get fucked at least once by him before taking a nap prior to the orgy at Ma Kidder's tonight

"What was the message you have from Davis!" Jan asked, changing the subject.

"It's from Davis and Lester," he said doggedly.

"All right, what's the message you have from Davis and Lester!"

"There's something really special at the party tonight," Weird said. "They don't know what it is, but one of the real special chicks is going to come tonight and put on a show."

"What kind of show?"

"How the hell do I know? I don't know any more than they do."

"Who's the chick?"

"I don't know. I only seen her once before, and I don't remember her name."

"I wish I knew what was going to happen," Jan said, sitting in a chair opposite Weird Stanley and deliberately spreading her legs a little so he could see the tight band of her white panties. "I wonder what kind of show it could be."

"The last time, it was a long daisy chain," Weird Stanley said.

"What a daisy chain?" Jan asked naively.

"It's where everybody sucks somebody, while somebody else sucks them, in a big circle." He shook his head. "I don't like it much, 'cause it too hard to concentrate on what I'm doing."

"Tough," Jan said, spreading her legs a little wider. She was gratified to see his cock bulge in his pants, for though it was small and she didn't want to fuck it, still she hated the thought of a male who wasn't turned on by her body. "I sometimes have trouble giving a good blow job when a guy's going down on me good."

"I'll eat your pussy, if you'll let me," Weird Stanley said. "And you won't have to do anything for me at all."

She cocked her head to one side and looked at him skeptically.

"Really?" she said. "You won't want to fuck me, or want me to blow you, or anything like that?"

"Really," Weird Stanley said. "I won't want anything but just to get to suck your sweet pussy."

The kind words were too much for Jan, who loved be appreciated almost much as she loved to be fucked. And even though Weird Stanley was a cat she'd never in her life fucked willingly, she was willing let him eat her out. At least he didn't have chapped lips, like Tall Collie, and it would be better to let him eat her cunt than have to argue with him about fucking.

"All right, Weird," she said, lifting her hips and rolling her panties down over her hips. She pulled her skirt up to her waist and slid forward in the chair where she was sitting, so he could get at her pussy with his tongue. "Come on and eat my pussy, you filthy cunt-lapper."

The tall, cadaverous bartender was on his knees in front of her in an instant, dribbles of saliva flowing down his chin in his, eagerness to eat this child's cunt. He parted the pink, outer lips of her pussy, spreading the juicy, pink inner regions that was the centre of her sexual being. She looked down at her cunt before Weird Stanley buried his face in her crotch, and she adored the sight of her tiny nubbin of a clitoris, hard and erect already, in anticipation of the sucking she was about to receive. Beneath her clitoris was the small opening of her meatus, which she had just learned last night could provide her with wild kinds of masturbatory pleasure, and even lower down, the convoluted folds of her vagina.

She had her opinion about the beauty of her pussy, for she really believed it was the prettiest pussy in the whole world. If she could have gotten away with it, she'd have had it painted in oil and hung over her bed, where she could admire it when she couldn't admire the real thing.

She even thought the thickening patch of her pussy hair was absolutely marvelous... as though she were the only female in the world so equipped. She regretted that it wasn't thicker than it was, but she was glad it wasn't as thick as Garbage Lady, for she felt Garbage Lady's cunt hair was just too thick for a convenient blow job.

Then Weird Stanley's tongue snaked out and touched the terribly sensitive tip of her clitty, and she arched her back to thrust her pussy even nearer to his face, so he might offer her oral adoration of a more direct sort. He sucked her clitty into his mouth, nursing on it like a nipple, sucking it deeply between his lips and running the tip of his tongue over it again and again, at the same time that he worried it back and forth, as though trying to break it off.

The sensations were magnificent for darling Jan, for even if Weird Stanley were an unsatisfactory fuck, he at least knew how to suck pussy well. She grabbed him by the back of the head and pressed his face tightly to her pussy, grinding her Good Parts against him in an agony of desire, as his lips and tongue probed deeply into the well of her lust, bringing her nearer and ever nearer to the exploding orgasm that she sought so desperately.

The weird one cupped her buttocks in his hands, lifting her cunt to his lips as though quaffing mead in ancient Anglo-Saxon mead halls, but Weird Stanley was no Anglo-Saxon. All he was a weird kind of fucker with a tiny cock but an educated tongue that was giving her tongue a graduate course in oral sex right at the moment.

As her body rocketed into her orgasm, she got her doctorate in being sucked off. She spasmed and spasmed through her dissertation, her body in absolute ecstasy from the force of the sensations coursing through her, and as she graduated into the bliss of fulfilled desire in only moments. She pushed Weird Stanley's face away and collapsed back into the chair, for the moment exhausted from the force of the come that had filled her.

He rocked back on his haunches and looked at her.

"I've got a awful hard on," he said. "Sure would be too bad to waste it."

"You're absolutely right," Jan said. "So don't waste it."

"You mean it?" he said eagerly.

"Yep," she said. "Don't waste it. Take it out and flog the hell out of it."

"Jack off?" he cried, dismayed.

"Sure," she said. "I'd like to watch you. I sure as hell don't want to get fucked by you."

"But..."

"But you promised you'd eat my pussy but wouldn't want me to do anything at all."

"Well, yeah, but this is different. It ain't every day I get a hard on like this."

Jan shrugged, found her panties and pulled them on. Then she smoothed her skirt primly down over her legs and sat there looking for all the world like an American Field Service exchange student, a chick who'd faint if somebody said "fuck" in her presence.

"If you want to use your hard on," she said, "Take it out and jack off. I'd like to watch."

He looked at her for a moment to see if she were making fun of him... for people made fun of Weird Stanley all the time... and when he decided she wasn't, he thought it wouldn't be too bad. He did have a rare hard on, and when he got an erection, it was something not to be ignored.

So he unbuttoned his pants, looked up in surprise, and said, "I've got two pairs of pants on today."

Jan suppressed a giggle.

"Why?" she asked.

He frowned thoughtfully for a long time, then said, "I remember. I didn't have any underwear in my drawer this morning, so I put on an extra pair of pants instead."

Jan grinned, told him to go ahead and unbutton both pairs of pants. She watched while he pulled his tiny cock through the fly of both pairs of pants, giggled a little when she realised it was too short to poke its way through two pairs of pants.

"You might as well take your pants down," Jan said. "You'll never be able to do any good with it through all those clothes."

Weird Stanley nodded, unfastened the top buttons on both pairs of trousers, and pushed them down around his knees. Then he grasped his cock and began flogging the little tool, still hard, trying bring himself to a fiery come as quickly as possible. But with the removal of the stimulation of Jan's pussy, he couldn't come to a climax too soon. He kept flogging his little cock rapidly, but I that happened was that it kept growing smaller and smaller. Jan saw his cock shrinking, and decided to do what she had to in order to bring it back up to the largest size it could ever reach... about three inches long and perhaps half an inch in diameter.

She twisted around in the chair so he could see her crotch, pulled her panties down to her knees, and began fingering her clitty while he watched. She was gratified to see his cock begin to grow again, and his hand fairly flew as he did his best to jack himself off to climax while looking lustfully at the child's frantic finger-fucking of her cunt.

He looked down at his cock while his hand flew back and forth, gripping his cock so tightly it would hurt if he hadn't been partially anaesthetised with lust, and the friction he induced brought him quickly to the point of orgasm. With a gasp and a cry of fulfilment Weird Stanley cock shot its load... two funny looking drips of yellowish sperm that didn't even clear the head before they started running down the short shaft of his cock.

"I came! I came!" Weird Stanley cried, delighted with his achievement. "I told those bastards at the club that I'm oversexed, and this ought to prove it."

Jan shut her mouth into her hands to keep from bursting out loud in laughter, for of all the men she knew, Weird Stanley was the least sexual. For him to characterise himself as oversexed was a joke, at least to a young chick with as healthy a sexual attitude as teenage Jan. She knew what sexually was all about, she knew how to fuck, she knew what fucking between two human beings could mean, and she knew what it usually did mean. And Weird Stanley's now-and-then comes just didn't fit into any scheme that included being oversexed.

But Jan, having been taught by her mother never to make another human being feel badly, regardless of his limitations, didn't say anything to him. She pulled her panties up around her pussy, handed him a tissue to clean his hand and his cock, and then stood up. As she did, she tensed, a momentary surge of panic shooting through her.

"Quick," she cried, "get your pants up and get out the back door."

"Why?" the dim-witted bartender asked.

"Because my mother just pulled up in front of the house, you dumb shit," she snapped. "And if she catches you here, there will be hell to pay."