Shrugging, Nina quickly dressed, and by the time she had her hair combed and her make-up on, all were ready to go. They drove quickly the short distance from the Holiday Inn to Tom's hotel in the downtown section. They led Nina to his room, maintaining an air of mystery about what was awaiting her there.
Inside the room, they had her sit in the outer room, then Tom brought Richey the Fourth in.
«God, you don't mean it!» Nina cried, and in order not to keep her in the dark any longer than necessary, they proceeded to show her how Richey the Fourth and Sharon could fuck. After stripping and allowing Tom to anoint her pussy with the special, scented cream, she took her position on the edge of the bed. This time Sharon chose to take the dog's cock dog-fashion and while the gigantic cock was sliding in and out of her pussy, Tom crawled beneath her body and licked her clit, sending her once more into a frantic, exhilarating come. Nina, watching from the other bed, started masturbating, then, inspired, leaped across the narrow space between the two beds and began sucking Tom's cock.
They all came within moments of each other, to dog shooting into Sharon's cunt at the same time that she came from the multiple stimulation of the dog's cock and Tom's tongue. Tom came because Nina was an expert cock-sucker drinking down his gism as fast as he could shoot it. Nina came because come in her mouth always made her come, especially since she'd been frigging herself right along.
When it was over, they giggled at the ridiculous picture they made, had a drink, and started all over again. They fucked the whole weekend without ever leaving the room. The dog seemed able to fuck endlessly, never failing to respond when they needed him. Once or twice they had to coax him by masturbating him into erection but otherwise he was always ready. Tom's tongue was ready when his cock wasn't, but even that remarkable organ seemed never to stop producing hard-ons followed by spurting come.
Later, Saturday night Nina, drunk out of her gourd, crawled over to the dog, resting in the aftermath of spent passion, and began fondling his cock. When it slipped from its sheath, red and moist, dripping pre-fuck fluid already, she closed her mouth around it and sucked eagerly, her cheeks caving in from the force of the suction she was applying. She took the dog's come down her throat as eagerly as she took Tom's or my man's. Sharon was sickened by the display and turned to the wall, fighting to keep her stomach under control, but Tom urged Nina on by slipping up behind her and inserting his cock into her pussy from the rear.
Nina continued suck until the dog's balls were absolutely drained, and Tom fucked her dog-fashion for many long strokes until he finally shot his wad deep into her slack, dripping pussy. Then they collapsed both oblivious of the fact that Sharon was highly upset at seeing her girlfriend suck a dog's cock.
The weekend came to an end early, with Phoenix and the girls heading back for the boredom of San Jose, and the too-common cocks they knew there.
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.»
