going to do when school started again. Finding time to get fucked or sucked was going to be more difficult when she had to return to junior high school, for while there were more kids there, they didn't know how to fuck as well as she did and the paper boy she had with Irish Deirdre and Santa Cruz Shirley had shown her that boys didn't fuck as well as men.
As she scrubbed on the come stains, Jan wondered if her mother was getting well fucked as she and Meat had managed. Before she'd finished, the telephone ran, and Jan grimaced
She knew it would be her mother, and Jan hoped the old woman would tell her she wouldn't be home for yet another day. If true, Jan hoped cock she'd home bring with the guy who had such a long-lasting cock with her.
Chapter 3
Sharon, Jan's mother, told her child she'd be home late that afternoon, and Jan was glad. It was a long distance call, which told the darling child she'd been wrong in presuming her mother and «Aunt Nina» had shacked up in Saratoga or Redwood Estates. Jan shrugged and, dismissed thoughts of her mother from her mind. She'd have other ways to occupy her time, and she wouldn't have to worry about the old hitch walking in on her unexpectedly.
Sharon, meanwhile was happy enough to hear Jan tell her she was all right, for while she didn't really care for the responsibility of a nubile teenager, she didn't want her neighbours criticising her for neglecting her. But when the urge in the pit of her stomach became intense (as it did almost daily), she could ignore her duty to the girl and chase any cock with a man attached she could find.
She and her friend Nina had decided they needed fresh cocks to conquer, so they'd left the San Jose area on a Friday night, not really knowing where they were going, but sure that wherever they went they'd find cock to satisfy the unquenchable lust that roiled through the bodies. They'd convinced themselves they had to get away from the pressures of home and relax, when actually they were both interested only in finding some new cock.
They wound up in Fresno, where they checked into a ubiquitous Holiday Inn, had a quick drink in the bar and found no cock to interest them there, then headed downtown. Nina scored immediately a fact that didn't make Sharon feel any too good-and hurried away with a man at least ten years her junior, leaving Sharon sitting at the bar stating morosely at her reflection.
Before she could really frame her bitter thoughts a face appeared in the mirror next to hers.
«Hello, kitten,» the man, said smoothly. «You look lonely.»
She smiled broadly, because, he was even better looking than Nina's new-found friend.
«I might be,» she said.
«Who's asking?»
«Tom Crowell.»
«And I'm Sharon,» she said. «Some people call me Daisy Chain Sharon.»
«Daisy Chain Sharon what?» he asked without blinking at her unusual name.
«Just Daisy Chain Sharon.»
Tom shrugged and sat down next to her. Drinks were produced, and before they were finished, the assignation was completed. They were to go to his hotel room, not far distant, for «another drink.» Neither knew exactly what kind of fucking would take place there, but both were sure, they would be well fucked. And Sharon was glad, for her body by this time was craving cock, demanding that she do something to ease the torment that roiled deep within her body.
Sharon wasn't as drunk she usually was when she went cock hunting, for she wanted to savouring these stolen moments-moments when she didn't have to feel guilty about not being a woman, about not taking proper care of Jan. Somehow, fucking some guy she'd picked up didn't seem so bad when she, did it out of town. That's why she, travelled a lot.
When they arrived at his hotel, though, Daisy Chain Sharon knew this would not be a normal quickie, the kind she'd had so many times in the past. First of all, Tom bolted the door and affixed a small, highly secure lock to the door, so that no one could get in, nor could she get out.
«Now, my dear,» he said, his voice suddenly oily as he looked at his fingertips, «just what did you want when you agreed to come up here?»
«I … I …» Daisy Chain Sharon stammered, taken aback by his directness. Most men were as ashamed of fucking as she was and couldn't talk about it openly. «I thought we could come have some drinks and some laughs … and …»
«And we could fuck, isn't that right?» Tom asked, cocking his head to one side. She felt uncomfortable under his gaze, her face hot from embarrassment.
She nodded finally.
«Right,» he continued, his voice smooth and cold. «You want to fuck, and for some reason I can't fathom, you want to fuck me. Right?»
Again she nodded, her eyes downcast refusing to look at him. Somehow he made her feel dirty, humiliated.
«Well, if you want to fuck me,» he said, «you've got to fuck a friend of mine first.»
«What?»
She snapped her head upward to look at him indignation filled her voice.
«I mean it,» he said evenly. «I brought you here because a friend of mine suffers from certain complications when it comes to getting a broad to screw him.»
«What kind of complications?» she asked fearfully. She'd made contact with some real weirdos in her fucking career, and she was afraid she had not one but two on her hands right now. «Is he a paraplegic? or something?»
Tom grinned, but there was no warmth in his expression.
«He's not a paraplegic,» he said. No, there's nothing wrong with him, except that a lot women simply don't dig his screwing.»
«Why can't he get his own women?»
«Because the only females who'll let him at them willingly are real bitches, and he wants something better than that.
She was flattered at the back-handed compliment, and touched her hair self-consciously. She was vain enough to believe Tom had selected her carefully because she exuded such a vibrant sexuality.
«That something, I guess,» she said. «Where … where is he?»
«In the next room,» he looked at her closely.
«As long as he wants to fuck in the normal way, that's all right with me. I don't go for any of that way out shit.»
«He doesn't either. All he wants to do is stick his prick into your pussy and fuck until he comes.»
«If that's all he wants, lead me to him,» Daisy Chain Sharon said suddenly decided that there wasn't a cock in the world she couldn't bring to a come through her educated cunt muscles.
«First I have to prepare you,» Tom said.
«How?» she demanded, suddenly suspicious again. «I'm as ready to fuck as I've ever been in my life.»
«I have to undress you, first of all,» he explained. «And then I have to anoint you.»
«Anoint me?»
«Yes. You won't find it unpleasant. And without it, he won't approach you without a great deal of coaxing. I'm not sure he'd even want to fuck without my special preparation of you.»
«I thought he wanted to fuck,» she said.
«He does, but only when the circumstances exactly right for him.»
Weirdo sort of cat you hang out with,» she said, slipping out of her blouse, and turning around so he could unfasten her bra. Then she opened her skirt and dropped it in a fiery puddle, around her ankles. He hooked a thumb in the band of her panties and pulled them off, revealing her flat stomach and the finely curled thatch of
