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Chapter 3 "Pyjama Party"

May 31, 1968 Dear Diary: I feel kind of guilty about not having written in you for so long. I think the guilt was actually keeping me from picking you up.

Anyway, I made up my mind that the time spaces between the entries don't matter… when I have some to write, I'll write it. Right? Right.

I certainly do have something to write about today. Last night I went to a slumber party over at Jane Hawser's house.

Yeah, I know, I wrote all those catty things about her before and made out like she was the worst enemy I had in the world, but…

I guess I was kind of jealous of the way the other girls clustered around her, like she was a princess or something. And they'd all known her since grammar school and, as a newcomer, I didn't think I stood a chance of breaking through the ice and being her friend.

It probably never would've happened if by accident we hadn't been seated across from each other in Mr. Langevin's California History class.

Things just naturally got warmer between us and by the end of the term I was one of Jane's biggest fans.

She was a real smart girl, pretty and smart. But she had the kind of prematurely shapely body and cute, round face that would go to seed after her glands got going. She was blonde, with china blue eyes, nice, firm titties, a high waist and plump ass. Like I said, she wasn't stupid, so she knew her nubile good looks were going to fade along with her teens… just like her Mom's had done. She was determined to make the best of her "good years," as she called them. By best, she meant getting in all the hot sex she could manage with as many handsome boys as she could interest. She had her pick of the crop, actually, and from the things she said and wrote in her diary she worked them over pretty good.

My Mom thought my friendship with Jane was the best thing that had happened to me since the training bra had come off. She wanted me to be "popular" just like Jane. Of course, she hadn't the faintest idea what kind of nitty gritty pussy shaking and cock sucking it took to keep a half dozen teenage boys on a string. In her heyday, all she had to do was let Buster cop a little feel, some boob-in-bra, or a touch of thigh, and she had him cold… or, actually, hot. Well, you couldn't explain something like that to your mother, for Christ's sake.

So, when Jane invited me to a slumber party at her folks' house, my Mom was all for it. Of course, I didn't mention that Jane's folks were going to be away for the night, or that Jane, liberated female that she was, had invited Merrilee Bozwell, the first coloured person to ever attend Langousta High School. Not that my Mom was prejudiced or anything like that… she was a stone-ass bigot.

I'd never been to Jane's house before, so I was kind of nervous about being clumsy, knocking things over, stuff like that. I wasn't nervous about Merrilee. We'd met the first day she came to school and liked each other right off. She had a great smile and a beautiful brown body that would not quit. She walked like a cat, long legs, firm, heart-shaped ass, and a pair of tits that turned up, jutting at an incredibly tasty angle like a couple of Hershey's kisses.

Pop let me off at the door and before he drove away he told me to be a good girl. I intended to be very, very good. When I knocked on the door, I got my first big surprise of the evening. A dog barked on the other side of the door. A big dog. His voice was low and powerful, confident.

It made my cunt tingle.

It'd been quite awhile since I'd had any dog dick inside me, long enough so the mere thought of it set my pussy juicing.

The door opened and Jane was standing there in a sexy little pink shorty nightie. It was completely transparent and I could see her dark red nipples brushing against the fabric. She wore matching panties but they, too, were see-through. I never realised she had so much curly hair on her pussy!

"Come on in, Polly," she said, smiling at the way I was gawking at her twat. "We sort of started without you."

I followed her inside, wondering where the dog was. I didn't, have long to wonder. He was sitting at attention right by the entrance to the front hallway. He was a big, sleek, black Doberman with devil ears and a finely chiseled muzzle, touches of rust at his eyebrows and under his brown eyes. He was the scariest dog I think I'd ever seen. Something about the way his muscles quivered under the short, silky coat, like he was barely in control of himself, barely able to contain the violence he craved to do to every living thing in sight. He was like a time-bomb sitting there on the shag carpet.

"Hey, don't you like dogs?" Jane asked with a smirk. She leaned down and petted-pounded, really-on the dog's huge sloping skull. His jaws opened, tongue falling out, drooling as he grinned, his devil ears going flat against his head.

"Sure, I love dogs," I said, letting the inbred nitwit sniff the back of my hand. His little pig eyes blinked and then he gave my hand a big wet slurp. His large, fan-like tongue slavering over my fingers sent a flurry of thrills racing to the fork of my legs. "Nice doggy," I said.

"Hey, he likes you!" she exclaimed, pointing down under his shiny black belly at the inky pod that dangled there. Inky pod and lewdly arching hot pink prick.

I must've blushed all over. Jane started laughing that husky laugh of hers and her titties jiggled under the nightie. Then she said the others were waiting and took me by the arm and the dog by the choke collar and led us into the Hawser's sunken living room.

It was super-posh with a fireplace and deep shag rug, lots of pillows and things on the floor.

I was a little surprised to see that "the others" were only two.

Merrilee Bozwell, of course, and Judy Sternovsky, a tall, willowy red head with the palest, freckled skin I'd ever seen. I was also surprised to see what they were doing… to each other.

Merrilee was laying on the rug on her back, completely nude, her silky thighs spread far apart. Kneeling over her, on all fours, was a stark naked Judy, whose long red hair had fallen down over her face, whose face was buried in the Brillo pad of Merrilee's snatch. Judy's skin was a mind-boggling contrast to Merrilee's. The white chick was eating pussy like a champ, too. I could see her pale pink tongue dipping in between the kinky fuzz-covered, chocolate lips of Merrilee's pussy, sliding right up her cunt. Her boobs were bigger than I'd thought, and they swung about lazily as she gobbled black cunt. Merrilee wasn't just laying there, either. Judy's firm buns were right over her brown face and she was holding them apart with her long fingers, lifting her head from the rug, snaking her red tongue slip into the hot slot surrounded by copper-coloured pubes. I could see her button nose bumping into the pale puckered hole of Judy's ass.

"See… we started without you," Jane said, grinning.

The sounds, as well as the sights, in the living room were real exciting. The two cunt-sucking teenagers had long since forgotten their table manners. It was wet and sloppy, with much lip smacking and cunt farting.

"Why don't you take your clothes off and get comfortable?" my hostess asked, her blue eyes roving over my body, making my skin prickle.

The wonderful-nasty stink of cunts-in-heat overpowered the wood smoke smell of the fire raging in the fireplace. My cheeks burned like kindling. When I spoke, it was only with the greatest difficulty. "You do it," I said, moving closer to Jane.

She just smiled and, like it was the most natural thing in the world, reached up and squeezed my tits. Let me tell you, I nearly came right then. She knew just how hard to squash them. Then she leaned up close, making her tits brush mine and kissed me on the mouth. Our tongues touched and waves of delight rushed to my clit. Her hands slid down over my blouse, undoing the buttons, peeling it off my shoulders. Then ms bra fluttered to the rug and her nails were scratching at my nipples, raising them expertly.

I slid my hands around her plump buns, digging the firm curvature, then down lower, in between them. My fingers met super-sopping cunt-strap.

She was hot-to-trot!

Even as I shoved the sloppy band aside and traced slow circles around the juicy folds of her fuck mouth, she was removing my skirt. Then rolling my panties down over my thighs. She cupped my downy mound in her hand and we hugged each other, sucking tongues, mashing our tits together. For a hot and delicious eternity we clung on each other, feeling pussy. When Jane finally pushed back, her face was all rosy at the cheeks and my fingers were slick with her juice.

"Ooooh, baby," she cooed, making her nipples graze mine, sending the fire engines roaring down to my clit. "I always figured you were hiding something under that calm exterior. Still waters run deep. Huh?"

By way of answer, I gave her buns a squeeze.

"Oooh-yes!" she cried, lowering her head to lick at my tits.

But something else was licking me, too. Right where my fingertips were grinding into her slick slot. Then Jane felt it, too, and looked around.

"Hey, Buckwheat! Ooh, such a good doggy. Did Mommy forget you?" she said in the mushy mouth tones of a true dog nut. She looked at me and smiled craftily. "How'd you like some of that animal up your cunt?" She gave my clit a flick.

"Oooooh!" I moaned involuntarily, grinding my muff into her hot little palm. "Yes!"

"I thought so. You look like the kind of a chick who'd get off behind some slimy dog dick," she said. "How 'bout it, Buckwheat? Wanna fuck her?"

The Doberman, trained to the sound of the word, began whining and jumping about nervously, his big, hard cock dribbling into the rug. He started to bark excitedly and the noise interrupted the black-white lesbian action in front of the fireplace.

Merrilee let her face fall from between the slobbery white buns. Her mouth and cheeks were slick with Judy's cunt goo. Her eyes were wide with fear. "Oooh-wee, Jane! I thought you were gonna take him outside.

He doesn't bite, does he?"

Judy, her green eyes shot with red from the stinging spray of cunt nectar, looked up from the ebony snatch and started picking woolly peppercorn pubes from between her teeth. "He's a good doggy," she said grinning at Jane.

Our hostess let go of me and patted her stud on the back. "You shouldn't be afraid of dogs, Merrilee," she chided. "It's like being superstitious …

Merrilee licked her fat lips, propping herself up on a slim elbow. "…

And eating barbecued ribs… shuffling the feet… saying 'Yow-sah!' to every white man you meet," she said, somewhat irritated. "Don't you tell me how to act, Jane Hawser. Don't you dare tell me being afraid of that monster dog of yours makes me a stupid nigger!"

"I didn't say that…" Jane protested.

"Shit if that wasn't what you were getting at!" Merrilee cried. "I can't help it if I don't like dogs. And I sure don't like them the way you do!!!"

"Aw, Merrilee, you just never gave ol' Buckwheat a chance to show what he can do…"

"An' I never will!!!"

This made Jane angry. "You're gonna be a cunt-lapper all your miserable life?!" she demanded. "Is that all the meat you want shoved up your tight little pussy… a lezzie's puny little tongue?!!! Christ, You are a stupid nigger!"

Merrilee let her head fall back to the rug. Her silky-straightened, shoulder-length hair coiled about her brown face. "Yo is da boss, ma'am," she said snottily.

Jane's face purpled with rage. "Hold that black bitch!" she shrieked at Judy.

The red head instantly sat back, pinning Merrilee's head to the carpet with her sloppy cunt. The long black legs flailed on the floor in vain as Judy gleefully ground her buns over the captive girl's face. "Ooh! Do I ever have her!" she cried.

"Come, Buckwheat!" Jane ordered. The black dog sprang to obey her, following at precisely the correct "Heel" distance, nose an inch behind her left hand.

Jane leaned down to speak to the frantic Negress, while I circled around the front to get a peek at her flopping butt, the wide open, deep red gash of her cunt, the kinky nest of her pubes above the fiery folds.

"You're afraid of everything, Merrilee," Jane said. "Afraid to be black. afraid to be white. Afraid to date white boys or black boys. Afraid to do anything but nibble on a little clit. Nice, safe pussy sucking, right?" She didn't wait for an answer, not that she could've understood one from under the dewy folds of Judy's pussy. "Well, you're gonna break out of your shell, darlin', and you're gonna do it tonight."

Jane reached out and stroked the angry morass of puckering sex below the Brillo pad. Merrilee stiffened at the feel of fingers on her pussy. "You got so much to give, if you'd just let yourself go…" Jane said.

The pert blonde paused to sniff the fingertips that'd massaged the black girl's snatch. Her nose wrinkled up and her eyes twinkled. She held the stinky fingers up for me to smell. My first whiff of black pussy! Ooh!

It was dank and murky stuff, foxy and funky with a tinge of butt, but mostly it was raw musk. It singed the inside of my nose and made my mouth fill with slobber. I started to go down on my knees between the slim thighs. I wanted that funky stuff all over my face. I wanted to bathe in it.

Jane stopped me with a hand on my bare shoulder. She shook her head.

Though my lips ached to feel that Brillo pad I stopped. It was her house. Her party.

She saw the disappointment in my eyes and said, "Why don't you see how Buckwheat takes to a whiff of this?" She waved her shining fingers in the air.

I just looked at her stupidly.

"Go ahead, watch his cock," she said, making the dog sit.

I knelt down on the rug; my eyes glued to the heavy pod swinging under Buckwheat's muscular belly. There was a gob of creamy stuff clinging to the dense fur around the pod's tip. I moved in closer, his doggy scent filling my nostrils, making my already aroused pussy quiver in anticipation. Behind the long sheath hung a pair of huge, black balls.

They hung in a dully shining sack of glove-soft black leather. I couldn't stop myself from fondling them.

"Hey! Polly! Cut that out!" Jane cried. "This is an experiment. You're gonna interfere with the reliability of our results if you keep that up."

I gave his balls a last, long, loving squeeze. Their heft made my palms ache. More creamy fluid joined the dollop at the pod-tip. My mouth watered.

"Here, boy," Jane said. "Get a whiff of this!" She shoved the stinky fingers in Buckwheat's face. He inhaled noisily and began almost instantly to drool. "How's he doin'?" she cried.

"Uh…" I said. all tongue-tied, "something's happening alright. His cock is so big! SO JUICY!! Wow…"

"Yeah… go on." she ordered.

"Uh.. it kind of goes in and out of the pod, real jerky like. Jesus, it's slimy! It's getting harder and harder. Must be eight inches long and some stuff is oozing out the tip…"

"Go on!" she cried, waving the fingers around under the dog's nose.

"Mmmmphhhl…" I said, trying to talk around a throat full of slippery dog cock. I just couldn't take it any longer. I put my lips to the slick, fat bulb and let it slide into my mouth. The taste of his come, the pre-spurt drizzlies, racked my senses.

"Judy!" Jane yelled. "Look at her suck that dog dick!! God! She's getting every inch of it!"

"Go get 'em, Polly!" Judy rooted, shaking her cheeks into Merrilee's nose.

I sucked that Doberman's cock until it stuck out hard and straight, pumping my mouth down over its fragrant, naturally juicy length. Jane's hand pounding on my shoulder was the only thing that kept me from continuing until I got a hot meal of dog chowder.

"Stop! Come on, Polly," she said, dragging me off the happy pooch's prick. "Help me with Merrilee."

The three of us leaned over the black girl's crotch. Sensing what was about to happen, Merrilee clamped her thighs together. Jane and I puffed and panted, hauling them apart, then sitting on her knees, trapping them against the rug. We could hear her whimpering into the folds of Judy's cunt. The weepy vibrations must've been a real thrill for the red head because she closed her eyes and started dragging her twat back and forth over the black girl's nose.

When the hot chocolate donut was held wide open, Jane called Buckwheat over. She didn't have to explain what she wanted. One sniff at the fat folds, at the deep red lining of her sex, and the Doberman was slobbering all over the captive girl's pussy.

Not even the grinding pressure of Judy's buns could contain the squeal of delight that flew from Merrilee's lips. God! How I envied her!

Buckwheat was bathing her gash in his hot drool; the broad tongue was mashing into clit and pisser, spreading the lips apart, and delving into the entrance to her cunt.

At the first taste of the "real thing," juice hot from the source, Buckwheat started yelping and the muscles in his back were jerking and his cock was sliding in and out of its pod and his paws were digging at the shag carpet right under her brown buns, as if he were trying to bore deeper, trying to get his whole body inside her.

"Oh!" Judy cried, her big tits swaying pendulously, her muff pumping into Merrilee's face. The sight of that big, hungry animal eating pussy was enough to send her cunt into spasm.

The noise of hot twat sliding against black lips suddenly grew louder, grew incredibly sloppy sounding, like a hog-at-trough. And Judy leaned down and pressed her face into the Brillo pad, her tongue lashing, competing with Buckwheat's for the flavour of negroid snatch.

The sight of the two tongues, one human, one animal, intertwining amongst the juicy folds of a black cunt was enough to make me come on the spot. Crazy with fuck frenzy, I started sliding my gushing pussy up and down the slim black thigh, rubbing my clit against the silky skin.

And the doubled tongues were doing serious damage to Merrilee's libido.

Her buns began shifting on the rug, lifting to tip her cunt at a steeper angle, so Mr. Doglips could stuff more hot tongue down her box.

"How's that?! How's that?!" Jane hollered to the trembling black chick, her own doubled fingers flying up inside the leg band of her panties, flying right up her curly twat.

The brown buns began to shake righteously, jiggling like Jell-o on a plate, twisting and turning to meet the flipping tongue.

Then Judy kind of went limp and collapsed. She was moaning and groaning, and all of a sudden she was rolling off Merrilee's face. And what a face it was! Drenched in shiny, musky juice, pubes glued to lips and nose, nostrils flaring, gooey mouth open and panting, eyes wide with the fuck-hunger.

Merrilee looked down at the animal gorging itself on her sex juice and whinnied. She couldn't keep her hips from working, from snapping into the dog's dewy muzzle. She was a goner.

"Ooh! Uhh! Get IT, Lover!" she cried, scooting forward to give him even better access. Jane winked at me and took her fingers from her cunt. She leaned in under the Doberman's heaving belly and I did the same. I watched her open her pouty lips and snake her tongue about the slimy nozzle of Buckwheat's cock, making a pebbly ring of it, sliding the ring up and down his shaft.

I scooted in and popped a soft black ball into my mouth, nursing on it tenderly, relishing the feel of his sex ligaments twitching under the grip of Jane's tongue.

Then the little blonde had had enough dick. She nudged me and we both rolled away from the humping girl and feasting dog. Merrilee was thrashing about on the rug like a Holy Roller on S.T.P.

"She's ready now," Jane wheezed in my ear. The two of us separated the delirious duo. Jane grabbing the choke collar, while I held Merrilee's head down.

"Oof! Uhh… off!" the black chick groaned as dog tongue and snatch parted company. She flipped her hips madly in the general direction of dog face, cunt gushing juice and pedigreed slobber.

"Stay!!!" Jane commanded the squirming, whining, snapping animal. Then she rushed to my side. Together we turned the beautiful girl on her belly, then made her stick her ass up in the air. It was so round and perfect, her mound so sweet and funky, that neither of us could keep our fingers out of it. Jane and I kissed deeply over the girl's jutting ass, our fingers meeting at the entrance to her cunt, our fingers diving into the slick tube together, our hearts pounding in unison as Merrilee's ass began to snap, fucking our digits, as her cries of pleasure were muffled by the great swatch of shag carpet she was sucking so passionately.

But Jane knew she couldn't control the horny beast very long in his present frame of mind. Even when not sexually aroused, his attention span was a record for the hundred yard dash.

"Up, boy! UP!" she cried, dragging our fingers from the hot tube.

"Mmmmmpphllkkk!" Merrilee bellowed into the deep pile as the hot, furry weight of the dog landed on her back, as the slimy but scorching length of his pud scraped over her juicy folds.

The brown girl started to get up. She lifted her head and there was terror in her eyes. I wondered if I looked like that the first time with Romeo when he chased me into the bedroom, nipping at my bare ass? Jane moved like lightning, straddling the girl's neck and dropping the whole weight of her body down. Merrilee's face plummeted back to the carpet.

"Put it in!" Jane shrieked, riding the bucking, frantic body of the naked chick. "Quick!"

I squirmed in under the silky brown belly, in under the tangled, jungle fork of her thighs and reached up, groping. The feel of drizzling dog dick lanced through my palm, setting my lips a-jibbering and my cunt a-sputtering. I yanked on the slimy thing with one hand, while holding the dripping folds open with the other. It was delicious! I crammed the first three, slope-headed, needle-nosed, red hot inches of Buckwheat's pizzle into her gash.

And the whole house of cards came down!! Sleek dog hips whipped nine inches of aroused choad into the tight, fuzzy twat; brown thighs quivered, locking about my neck, holding me trapped, gazing up at dog pecker delving into Brillo pad; hot, firm brown tits dropped on my loins, pinning me with wonderfully taut nipples. Then the entire shebang started rolling.

Brown hips flipped back into vicious, doggy lunges, making tight pussy slide, squeaking up around the slimy dick. What I needed was windshield wipers! Every time ol' Buckwheat would give Merrilee what for, a spray of hot stuff, a combination of soul sauce and dog dribblings, would fly right in my face. It was crazy the way her fat cunt-lips would suck and murmur as she gobbled his wildly lunging cock. I could've watched the action all night, but about then Merrilee shifted into second gear.

I guess she felt the pubes scratching her tits, or maybe she got a whiff of my stink, anyway, the next thing I knew there were a pair of hungry, horny, lips mumbling sweet nothings into my slot. I screamed when she slipped her tongue up my cunt, screamed and threw my thighs wide open.

After that, I couldn't watch the hot, dog dicking going on just above my nose so dispassionately… because the more intense meat the Doberman slung Merrilee's way, the more crazy, flapping tongue she slung mine. I was rooting the big dog on, snapping my hips up into the black chick's face, twiddling with her little brown clit, squeezing Buckwheat's balls, and in general, having the screw of a lifetime.

The skilful teenager brought me off twice in quick succession. My juice was bubbling down the crack of my ass and my thighs were clamped about her neck. The third time was longer in coming. She did it that way on purpose, teasing me with puny, darting flicks instead of deep, soul-stirring stabs.

I was determined to speed things up. I arched my head up into the spritzing, squishy danger zone, feeling the crisp peppercorn pubes on my lips and tongue, seeing wild bestiality up as close as you can without taking a dog dick in the eyeball. The smell of bitch-in-heat and oozing canine cock surges of joy straight to the clit Merrilee was sucking so avidly. I whimpered. I wailed. I watched Doberman dick slide into red tube, rocking, socking, whipping, flipping. I buried my face in Brillo pad, and popped the brown love nodule into my mouth, sucking it, lashing my tongue over hot, fucking folds and glistening dog shaft.

Then someone took my hand. I could barely see around the black blur that was Buckwheat's bobbing pod. I had a vision of white thighs and dewy-damp curly cunt and then my fingertips were plunged into searing hot slot. I gave Jane the hand job of her life while I stared at her upside down.

The fuck-crazed bitch was in under her dog's belly, facing his stub of a tail. I wailed into Merrilee's fountaining fork when I saw Jane grip Buckwheat's flexing thighs, when I saw her drag herself up, up past the uptight ball bag, up to face his puckering, hissing bunghole.

Her blue eyes were wild, nostrils flared, lips protruding stretching for the nasty sphincter.

It was like in slow-motion the way her pointed tongue slid out, glistening, dripping with slobber, her face swinging right into his ass.

Her eyes made closed the instant before tongue made contact. I remember wondering what kind of thoughts were going through her diseased little mind in that glorious, debased fraction of a second.

Then, literally, all hell broke loose. The feel of tongue, hot and squirmy, high in his ass, was just what the Doberman needed to get over the hump. His hips moved at blinding speed, bashing cock to the greedy brown cunt, as the thick spurt burbled up his tubules. Merrilee shrieked her joy into my open gash; her box was flooded with dog sperm, hot and sticky; her own cunt milking and sucking up a come-frenzy. She went at me with such a fury, suck a flurry of tube splitting tongue stabs, that I nearly fainted. I came all over her face, every which way. I guess my head hit the floor because one second I was licking clit and the next I was flat on my back with a ringing in my ears and then the rain started.

A wonderful, sizzling hot rain of sex juice, sperm and cunt slop, long ropy strands flying from the slogging cock on the back-thrusts, spewing from the overflowing pussy on the lunges… they splattered over my forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, lips, tongue throat, chin, and I just kept on coming and coming and coming and coming!

It was Jane who broke the panting, groaning, growling, gagging interlude that followed all the orgasming. She said:

"Hey, girls, I got a great idea…"

It was a great idea and it wasn't the only one she had that night. She kept us up until dawn with crazy couplings, enema bags, more stuff than I ever even imagined. She was quite a little hostess, alright, and I was proud as punch that she was my friend.