Late Monday evening, Daisy Chain Sharon arrived home. The house was dark and there was no sign of Jan.
«Christ, where's that kid gone now?» she said to herself, snapping on a light. She held the front door open as Meat, the boxer, went outside.
The sight of a boxer, after her wild fucking experience with the boxer named Richey the Fourth over the weekend caused her to smile with the fondness of the memories the dog generated. She'd fucked a lot of cock in her life, which had earned her the sobriquet 'Daisy Chain'-since she often was mistress of ceremonies at group sex parties-but she'd never managed the kind of thrill she'd gotten when she'd felt dog cock in her snatch.
Idly she wondered if Meat could be taught to fuck without use of the special cream Tom had used.
For the moment she dismissed the idea, for it was one of the few times in her life Sharon had had enough fucking. The driving torment of lust that filled her so much of the time was assuaged, so she showered and went to bed. After her initial discovery that darling, fan wasn't home, she didn't give the girl another thought. Jan, meanwhile, anticipating her mother's return home, had made it a point to split. She didn't have any place to go, for she couldn't to Ma Kidder's until after the legal closing hour of two a.m., though she knew she'd be welcomed by the fine fuckers who orgied almost every night there. Meanwhile, though, Jan walked through the dark streets of the village of Los Patos, a suburb of San Jose, wishing to hell she weren't alone.
Then, at a traffic light on Blossom Hill Road, she saw the fancy-fucking Davis waiting for the light to change. Without giving it a second thought, she turned across the street, opened the door and climbed in beside him.
«Hello, little chick,» fancy-fucking Davis said, mashing the accelerator and shooting his little car down the street. «What brings you out at when this time of night?»
«My mother came home,» Jan replied, settling herself in the bucket seat of the little Fiat.
«And after she's been shacked up all weekend, she's always in a rotten mood when she gets home.»
«That too bad,» Davis said, negotiating the driveway that put him in front of Ma Kidder's Bar. «Where were you going?»
«I don't have any place to go,» the teenager said. «I was just wandering around. I thought maybe later I'd come to the bar, if there's going, to be a party later.»
«There's always a party,» Davis said. «That why this place is called an Infamous Sex Palace by the cognoscenti.»
«What's that mean?» she said, not recognising the big word, and her mother had taught her to be an inquisitive child.
«It means somebody on the inside,» Davis explained.
«Then I'm one of the cogn … what you said,» she replied, grinning. «It means I'm an insider.»
«You bet you are, little chick,» fancy-fucking Davis said. «But it's only ten thirty, so you've got a long time before then. What are you going to do until two?»
She looked at him speculatively for a long moment, weighing the possibilities in her mind. Then she reached across the console of the tiny sports car and rubbed his crotch.
«I could do some fancy things with that,» she said huskily. «If we could go some place and be alone.»
Davis grinned and cupped one of her tits in his hand.
«I hoped you'd say that,» he said. «I'm supposed to go in and relieve Weird Stanley, but he can work until you and I have finished with our fun and games.»
«He can work forever, as far as I'm concerned,» darling Jan said. «I don't give a shit if I never see that creep again.»
«Weird's not so bad,» Davis said defensively. «Outside of the fact that he's one of the world's incompetents, he's an alcoholic, and he's got a tiny cock!»
«His come tastes funny, too,» Jan added.
«I wouldn't know about that,» Davis said. «I'll do a lot of things when it comes to fucking, but sucking cock isn't one of them.»
Jan nodded, trying to understand why he felt that way, for her mother had always taught her to try and understand the people she was friends with.
«I don't mind sucking pussy,» she said finally. «And I like sucking cock, too. Everybody's but Weird Stanley's.»
«It's all a matter of taste, I guess,» Davis said, spinning the little car around on the parking lot and shooting off the driveway into the street. He wheeled it quickly down Blossom Hill Road to the freeway, and in moments was headed for the Santa Cruz Mountains.
«Where are we going?» Jan asked as they passed through the downtown part of Los Patos and started the climb up the hill that would lead, if they went far enough, to the seaside resort of Santa Cruz.
«To Curly's cabin,» he said, jamming the accelerator to the floor, rocketing the little car ahead rapidly.
«Who's Curly, and where's his cabin?» Jan asked.
«Curly's is a bald-headed customer of mine,» Davis explained. «He's got a cabin on top of the hill in Aldercroft, and he gave me a key for it.»
«And we're going there so we can fuck?» Jan asked hopefully.
«Of course, chick, of course. I've got a hard on down to my knees just thinking about that tight little pussy of yours.»
«Is it good to have a tight pussy?» Jan asked ingenuously, rubbing her hand over the fancy-fucking cock in Davis' pants. She noted his exaggeration, but her mother had always taught her not to contradict adults, so she remained silent. To herself though, she said that his cock didn't come anywhere near his knees.
«The best, chick, the best,» Davis said. «Wives get slack-cunted after they've had a kid or two, and fucking them is like fishing with a string in a bucket. A guy's damned lucky to hit the side every once in a while.»
She slowed, made a left turn across the highway, and plunged the little car down a narrow but paved road that headed toward the white bridge at the head of the reservoir. Across the bridge, they started climbing again, and in a few moments pulled to a stop in front of a secluded cabin surrounded by a dense grove of redwood trees. When Davis switched off the motor, the only sounds to be heard were the snapping and popping of the cooling engine.
«This is nice,» she said, stretching as he helped her out. «It's so nice and quiet.»
«It's also hard to find,» Davis said. «That's why Curly likes it so much.»
«Is he a crook?» she asked innocently.
«Only if you're the older brother of the chicks he fucks,» Davis said, guiding her in the darkness toward the stairs. «I likes quail better than anything else.»
«Quail?» she queried.
«San Quentin quail,» Davis said, opening the door to the cabin. «You're one, in case you didn't know?»
«What's a San Quentin quail? she asked.
«It's a chick that a dirty old man like me fucks,» he said, snapping on a light. «I could go to jail for a long time for dragging my dirty old dong through your sweet little snatch.»
«That's not fair,» Jan said. «Not if I want you to fuck me.»
«It's the law, just the same,» Davis said taking her in his arms and kissing her passionately. «But I'm not going to worry about it. There's no fuzz here.»
«I'm glad,» she whispered, blowing in his ear and rubbing her hips sharply against the tight outline of his hard cock. «I'd hate to have to fuck a policeman.»
«I'd hate to get fucked by a cop,» Davis said, his mind clouding with the passion this little hick always produced in him. He clawed at her clothing, eager now to get her nude so they could start their fucking. «I want to fuck you.»
«Easy,» Jan said. «Don't tear my clothes. My mother would ask a lot of questions if I came in with torn clothes.»
«She's going to ask where you were, in any case, isn't she?» Davis asked, controlling his eagerness and unbuttoning her blouse so she could shuck it off. Then he released her bra so that her firm, large tits tumbled into view.
«No,» Jan said, helping him undress her as best she could. «She doesn't give a damn about me any more. She used to teach me lots of things when I was a kid, but now all she says me is not to let boys play with my body.»
«Do you?
«Nope,» Jan said, giggling as she stepped out of her skirt, taking her panties with it. She was wearing now only bobby sox and saddle Oxfords. «I prefer men instead.»
He led her to a thick, large carpet in front of the stone fireplace that dominated the far corner of the room. She settled herself into the most provocative pose she could think of while he busied himself making a fire. It wasn't cold, but the room had a chill to it, after having been unheated for who knew how many days.
When it was blazing nicely, Davis snapped out the light he'd turned on early, quickly shed his clothes and joined her on the carpet.
«Is this where Curly fucks his young chicks?» Jan asked as he slipped a hand between her legs and insinuated a finger within the large lips of her cunt.
«I would imagine so,» Davis said. «I wouldn't really know. You're the first young chick I've ever fucked.»
She rolled on her side to face him, her nipples grazing the half flesh of his chest.
«Am I as good as women?» she asked. «The women you've fucked, I mean.»
He pretended to be considering the question seriously.
«Well …» he said slowly, and then he grinned. «You're the greatest, little chick, I've never known anybody who could fuck as good as you.
«Then why,» she said impishly, «are we talking so much and not fucking?»
He had no good answer for that, so as she spread her legs to make it easier for him to get to her cunt, he sucked a nipple deep into his lips and tongued it avidly. It rose to meet his ministrations rapidly, spelling out the fiery passion that boiled within her belly, and as he fingered her clitty simultaneously her come was almost upon her at once. She grasped his hard cock and began stroking it up and down, up and down, for even though it hardly reached half-way to his knees, it was more than adequate to provide her with the kind of fuck-pleasure she craved the most.
Knowing she about to come, and not wanting simply to be finger-fucked, darling Jan rolled atop the fancy-fucking bartender, straddled his cock and deftly slipped it inside her cunt.
«Fuck me, Davis, fuck me!» she cried, beginning to ride up and down his long shaft of fuck-meat. «Fuck me until I come, and then shoot me full of your cream! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!»
She put her hands flat on his chest and rotated her hips around and around, at the same time up and down, so that the sensations produced on his cock by her tight pussy were sensational. He was hot, he was horny, he was almost ready to come.
When she tightened down on her cunt muscles, increasing the friction on his cock, he exploded. Gout after gout of pungent sperm shot from the end of his cock into her juicy, young cunt … and she continued fucking ravenously, for though she was close, she hadn't managed to make the grade as yet. When the last spasm of his come had shuddered through him, and she felt his cock begin to retreat, she was still unsatisfied.
But Jan was an inventive, child when it came to sex, and though she'd never yet failed to come when she was being fucked by a man, she knew instinctively what to do. She kept her cunt muscles tight so that his softening prick remained trapped within her, and then she reached down and began massaging her tight, hard clit with the pad of her middle finger. She rolled the tiny nubbin around and around, mashing it firmly against her pubic bone at the same time, until at last her come washed over her with the force of a tidal wave.
She cried aloud as the first charged spasm hit her, collapsing atop the randy-fucking Davis as she did so. She kept his cock within her while her cunt spasmed and throbbed, so that she could feel she had something inside her while she was coming. The electric sensations seemed endless as she came and came, and just as they were subsiding Davis aroused them for a second time by suddenly thrusting his finger into her ass.
Long, weakening moments later her come was over, and as Davis gently removed his impudent digit from her ass she raised up and looked at him.
«Oh wow!» she said, not fully in control of her breathing yet. «That was great! I didn't have any idea finger-fucking could be that good.»
«There's not any kind of sex that can't be good,» the fancy-fucking Davis said. «It depends on how it's done, and how you think about it.»
«Really?» Jan said, rolling off his firm, masculine body. His cock slipped from her pussy with a liquid plop, trailing a filament of gism down the inner part of her thigh. «I always thought jacking off was something you did because there wasn't anything better to do.»
She thought briefly of her fiery fucking the previous day with Meat, but decided not to mention it to Davis. Even though he was known for his fancy-fucking techniques, she wasn't sure he would be able to cope with fucking a pussy that had had doggy cock in it.
«Jacking off can give you just a good a come as cock,» Davis said. «And some of the things you can do can be even better than a simple screw.»
Jan was an apt pupil, for her mother had taught her to learn as much as she possibly could, so she asked a lot of questions about jacking off while they both rested after their first, frantic fuck. She'd fucked with Davis enough to know that he wasn't a one-time Charlie, but that he needed to rest a few minutes between comes. So while he was renewing his fuck-strength, she questioned him closely about some of the ways a chick could jack off that he knew about.
Finally Davis got to his feet, saying, «Chick, you're so interested, I'm going to see if I can find a thing Curly showed me he used on his chicks up here. If I find it, and you groove on it, you'll get the damnedest thrill of your young life.»
«What is it?» she asked eagerly, her cunt dripping with renewed lust, for at her age it took her only moments to be ready for another and yet another come.
«I show it to you,» he said. He left her alone in front of the fire while he searched for the object.
Jan sat up and stared into the flames, thinking back on the last couple of weeks … since she'd started fucking for real. It was incredible, she thought, that she'd been doing nothing more than finger-fucking herself or using her mother's dildoes for over a year, without really knowing how good fucking could be.
Davis returned, carrying a thin tube of tan plastic.
«That it?» she asked, wondering how such a thin tube could possibly provide her with any kind of fuck-pleasure. She'd had enough experience with her mother's dildoes and some cocks to know there was a minimum size for anything in her pussy to satisfy her. «How can I fuck that?»
«Well,» Davis said, «you don't exactly fuck it. It's called a catheter, and you can get some really great pleasure out of it, if you use it to jack off with!»
«You're going have to show me how,» she said. «I could put a couple of yards of that in my snatch and not even know it was there.» Davis smiled enigmatically.
«You don't put it in your snatch,» he said. «And if you're game, I show you how it's used. If you'll shut up and lay back down on the carpet.»
Jan, ever eager to learn new ways to fuck, looked at him for a moment, then shrugged.
«What the hell,» she said. «If you guarantee it feels good, I'm game for it.»
She stretched out on the carpet and watched him as he knelt beside her. She reached over and caressed his cock tenderly, for it was too soon for him to come back to life yet. It was still red and sticky with their combined love juices, so she raised up on her elbows and gave it a little kiss, just enough to show that she really cared for it.
Then she stretched out again so Davis could do whatever it was he was going to do with the slender tube.
He spread his legs wide and gently separated the large lips of her cunt, revealing the pink, juicy flesh within. Her vagina was still filled with his come and fuck-juice, but for the moment the fancy-fucking bartender ignored her well of fuck-delight. He moistened his finger and ran it up and down the slick slit between the top of her screw-hole and her clitoris, causing her to twitch excitedly as he found particularly sensitive spots in her cunt-flesh.
Davis slipped the end of the tube into his mouth, moistening it with his saliva, and then he lay it in her cunt-crevasse and rubbed it back and forth a little.
«It's got to do more for me than that,» she said. «You're not really turning me on with that thing.»
«It will, little chick, it will,» Davis said, taking the tip of the tube and working it gently against the opening of her meatus. «This going to feel strange at first, but you'll turn on when you feel it in you.»
«Where are you putting it,» she said, jerking spasmodically as he worked the tip inside the tiny opening. «It feels like where I pee.»
«That's right,» fancy-fucking Davis said. «Now lay back and enjoy it.»
«But it burns,» she protested, trying to see what he was doing.
He pressed her gently back onto the carpet. Then, with her still, he began working the catheter in and out of her meatus gently, thrillingly. It did burn at first for young Jan, but after the first couple of strokes, she realised the fire was the fire of lust, and that what he was doing was sending thrilling sensations coursing throughout her body.
She began fucking upward with her hips, while he worked the catheter in and out of her tiny pee hole. At the same time, he caught the erect bulb of her clitoris between thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth, back and forth, building her passion to such fiery heights as she'd never experienced before.
«Oh fuck!» she screamed, twitching her hips frantically as her come came crashing over her. «Fuck! Fuck! Cunt!»
He started working the tube in and out more rapidly, more deeply, and then her come gripped her. She closed her legs and pressed tightly against his hand as once more her young and newly-fucked body orgasmed yet one more time. The tube was deep in her body now as he pressed it home, and her throbbing pussy took deep delight in the burning of pleasure the catheter produced.
«Oh Davis,» she whispered when she could talk once again. «That was magnificent.»
«I thought you'd like it.» he said, talking down at her lecherously. «Most chicks do, after they've learned about it.»
«But what about you?» she asked, for her mother taught her to be a considerate child, and she didn't want Davis thinking she was so ungrateful that she'd take a come without being willing to offer him one. «You haven't come but once.»
«That's right, little chick,» Davis said. «So leave, this lovely love-tube in your pussy for the moment and see if you can make it hard for me with your mouth.»
«My pleasure,» she said, scrambling around so she could engulf his cock in her mouth. And it was, indeed, her pleasure, for she loved cock. She loved anything and everything a cock could do, but most especially she loved a cock that could produce pleasure in her belly. And Davis' cock had given her pleasure in more than one occasion. It couldn't be said he'd taken her cherry, for she'd destroyed that useless piece of flesh with a hairbrush handle a long time ago, but he had been the first to put cock in her pussy. And for that she'd be eternally grateful to him.
So when she closed her mouth over his juicy, half-hard cock, it was with real pleasure that she felt it stir and begin to rise to the occasion. She wanted to fuck again, for even as she was sucking the bartender to another monumental hard on, she reached down and began manipulating the catheter tube in her meatus, and every motion of the strange tube in her body sent burning sensations throughout her pussy. Burning sensations that were absolutely magnificent.
By this time Davis' cock was hard and glistening as she ran her lips up and down it. She loved the length, the feel, the heft of it especially the large, purplish head that bulged at the end. With one hand she held it so she could do the good things with her tongue she'd learned during the night she'd had her first orgy at Ma Kidder's. She gratefully licked the ridge just behind the head, noting with delight that she had already produced a pearlescent drop of pre-fuck fluid in the tip, so she knew he was ready for a good screw. Still, through, she licked and sucked the fancy-fucking bar-tender's enormous prick, for she liked the feel of it in her mouth, and he didn't seem inclined to withdraw it and end the blow job right then.
But Jan hoped he didn't want to be blown to a come, for though she didn't mind that, and in fact liked to take come in her mouth and swallow it, right then she wanted to feel his cock elsewhere in her body.
She wasn't disappointed, for a moment later he pulled his cock from her mouth and stretched out beside her on the carpet. But instead of putting her in the missionary position and fucking her quickly, the fancy-fucking bartender rolled her onto her stomach and straddled her from behind. At first she thought he was going to fuck her dog-fashion, and once more fiery images of her horny boxer dog trying to fuck that way came to her … but she wasn't to get his cock in her cunt this time. Instead, he pressed the moistened tip against the crinkled brown rosette of her anal sphincter, and as she grunted her pleasure, drove it all the way into her young body
Then as he started fucking her, he reached around her hips, gripped the catheter tube in her meatus, and fucked her with it at the same time that he stroked her ass deeply, causing her to writhe in an agony of desire. His huge cock burned her back-door tissue, but she'd taken his cock this way before, so she knew she could cope with it. And ass fucking was entirely capable of producing Big Comes for her, but with him manipulating the catheter she was in absolute ecstasy.
Her comes started almost at once, and again and again she spasmed, so much so she couldn't tell where one come ended and the next began. Still he stroked her with his cock, driving it in until his pubic hair mashed heavily against her buttocks, then withdrawing it until the head was nestled just inside the tight ring muscle itself. And every move he made produced fantastic delight for her, until finally she felt him begin the short, sharp digs that presaged his orgasm, and he drove his cock into her up to the hilt, scalding her intestines with squirts of love juice.
Then slowly, slowly as the horses of the night he withdrew, his cock caressed by her ass muscle as it left her body. He collapsed alongside her, and while he fought to regain his breath she slowly removed the catheter from her pee-hole.
«You are a fancy fucker,» she said affectionately. «This is one of the best fucks I've ever had.»
«You forget, little chick,» Davis said breathlessly, «that I know when you got your first fuck, and from whom.»
«I know I haven't been fucking very long,» she said defensively, «but I try to do it as often as I can, and I try to do it good.»
«You do it good,» Davis said. «And I bet by the time you reach the ripe old age of fourteen you'll be the best lay in all of San Jose.»
«Do you really think so?»
«I think so,» he replied. «But I don't think there's any kind of contest we could use to find out.»
«I wish there were a fucking Olympics,» she said. «I'd enter the decathlon.»
«That you'd win,» he said, sitting up. «But look, little chick, we better take a shower and head back down the hill. I don't want Weird Stanley closing up. It's all he can do to make change.»
«I want to come to the party, if there's going to be one tonight,» Jan said, standing up and gathering her clothing. «May I?»
«Sure,» Davis said. «But I don't know if there's going to be much partying tonight. Most of the people who come to the orgies went to Lake Berryessa over the weekend, and they're fucked out.»
«I'm not,» Jan said, following him to the back of the house. «I could fuck another couple of hours.»
«You're an amazing chick,» he said, adjusting the water in the shower for them. «I've never seen any female who could fuck with the enthusiasm you do.»
She stepped into the shower with Davis, letting the warm water flow over her well-fucked body.
«You haven't seen anything yet,» she said. «Soap my back for me.»