Chapter 4

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."