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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 lovely pussy hair. He stood back and surveyed her critically, but not too critically, for there was a bulge in his crotch that grew large and longer as he looked at her smooth, fantastically lovely body.
The bizarre aspects of the situation were beginning to get to her, and her pussy was sopping wet. She knew her clitty was hard and erect, aching for a come, as she reached over and rubbed his bulging cock suggestively.
He shook his head as he removed her hand.
"Not until after he's through with you," Tom said. "He wouldn't have anything to do with you if I fucked you first. And I prefer it that way, too."
"And you always give in to him?" she asked.
"I enjoy it," he said. "Watching and helping. I enjoy helping him get fucked almost as much as I enjoy fucking afterward."
"Oh." She felt a chill run through her fiery body. She'd been queen bee at a lot of three ways, but never one that started with such bizarre conditions as this one. "I didn't know you were going to be in there with us."
"Of course I am, my dear," Tom said coldly. "He can't fuck unless I'm there. At least he couldn't fuck you without my help."
"I didn't know," she said blankly. "But all right. I'll fuck him if you promise I can have some of that nice cock you've got after he gets through."
He nodded in agreement.
"He enjoys watching me most as much as I enjoy watching him," Tom said. "At least, I think he does."
"Doesn't he tell you?"
Tom shook his head.
"No," he said. "He communicates in a lot of ways, but he never talks."
She frowned and looked at him suspiciously. She envisioned fucking a deaf mute, for only a deaf mutt, wouldn't talk to his friend. And certainly a lot of women would be reluctant fuck a deaf mute, since he couldn't proposition them without using somewhat coarse gestures. She decided it might be a blast, a new experience.
"You better show me this friend of yours," she said, walking toward the bedroom door.
"Not until I've anointed you," he said. "Come here."
She hesitated for a moment, then walked to him. He indicated that she should put one foot on the seat of a straight chair he'd taken from against the wall, exposing her ass and pussy in a humiliating manner. When she was in position, she felt particularly vulnerable, for her pussy lips were spread so much she could feel cool air against the moist flesh.
"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded as he took a finger-full of strangely-scented lubricant and rubbed it around within the lips of her pussy. His touch almost brought her off but he stopped before she could come. "What's that smell?"
"I told you I had to anoint you," he said matter-of-factly. "What did you think I meant?"
"But what at smell? It's not unpleasant, but I can't place it."
"You'll know what it is later," he said. "Now it's time for you to go in and meet my 'friend', as you call him.
Couldn't we have a quick fuck?" she asked. "I'm burning up."
"I've explained to you about that," he said patiently. "You're to fuck my friend first, and then me. You'll enjoy it more that way, you'll see."
"Well, then, take me to him," she said. "This whole thing has gotten me so hot I can't wait to get fucked. And it better be a good one."
"It will be," Tom said grimly. "Let's go."
He took her to the bedroom door, paused for a moment before opening it, then pushed her inside ahead of him.
"What the hell!" Daisy Chain Sharon exclaimed, startled when she looked inside the room.
The room was empty!
Empty, that is, except for a boxer dog that looked almost like the identical twin to her daughter Jan's dog. the boxer was panting eagerly and lasciviously. His dong was moist, red, and at least a foot long. It dangled red and lewdly below his belly, already hard and ready to fuck, as though the dog knew what his master was doing.
"My God!" she cried. "You don't expect me to fuck that do you?"
Tom locked the door and nodded.
"Yes, Daisy Chain Sharon, my cunt, you're going to fuck Richey the Fourth, as royal a fucking dog as exists in Christendom."
"Fuck a dog? Me... fuck a dog?"
The enormity of it confounded her. She'd always thought of herself as hip, as willing and able to take on anything and everything in the sex line--everything except sucking a dirty cock and that was just a hang-up, as everybody knew. Oh, she'd heard of fucking dogs, sort of, when a girl friend described it in a movie she'd seen at a stag party where the girl friend had been the girl in the cake, and the door prize on a greasy mattress in a broom closet afterward. But actually to come face to face with it--it was almost as bad to her way of thinking as fucking a nigger. They both had big cocks, niggers and this dog and she adored a big cock more than anything else, especially when it was going to slide in her pussy and make her come.
But fucking a dog!
She looked at the dog's cock and felt an answering twitch deep in her pussy. Her mouth was suddenly dry and she knew she'd try to fuck he dog, and that if she did get that enormous cock in her pussy it would be the grandest, wildest, most fantastic fuck ever. And she knew that once he started he'd never stop fucking her until he was completely spent.
Suddenly she knew what the odour was in the cream Tom had used on her.
She smelled like a bitch in heat! No wonder the dog had a hard on. Her pussy creamed a little just from the thought of it.
"All right," she said harshly, her mind reeling. What do I do so he can fuck me."
"Well," Tom said, trying to keep his voice matter-of-fact but hardly able to, "you can take him two ways. One is conventional 'dog-fashion' with Richey who is my closest friend, incidentally, mounted over you as if you truly were a bitch in heat. The other way is for you to lay on your back on the edge if the bed, let him put his paws on either side of you, and I will guide his cock into your cunt."
"Which way is best?" she asked.
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