The Lady Disc Jockey

By Carl Van Marcus

Foreword

What can a beautiful, still-young woman do when her self-centered husband casts her aside for another less desirable mate simply because the new one has a fortune, and he doesn’t like to work?

In the case of heartbroken Sally Sue Bennett, as related in this light-hearted novel by author Carl Van Marcus, the girl began to carve a career for herself, hiding the deep hurt she felt. Although passionate by nature, she denied herself the pleasure and comfort of a man. Instead, she worked agonizing hours to build the Sally Sue Show. And for comfort and companionship she took in stray animals and birds until she had a private zoo.

Sally Sue knew how to love life, but she was afraid to love, afraid of being hurt again. In this touching novel, she finally yields herself to a young engineer for the small radio station where she works . . . and fails in her search for love and fulfillment.

Then she becomes embroiled with a precocious teenage boy, Terry, who is old beyond his years. Terry callously decides to exploit the lovely Sally Sue’s need for him and forms a strange alliance with a somewhat older girl, a beautiful little blonde, Virgie, who after being brutally raped has turned to lesbianism.

With the use of drugs, the two teenagers manage to bring the emotionally disturbed heroine almost to the point of madness and involve her in carnality she had never thought possible.

Buffeted between her sense of right and wrong and her own desires the lovely young divorcee eventually finds a solution which will shock many readers.

It is not the intention of the author to shock. He is simply presenting what might be called an involved case history of four passion-torn people who teeter on the brink of irreparable damage to their own souls.

In one respect, Sally Sue’s reprehensible behavior is understandable, for there are few things worse than being deprived of a loved mate when one is not really at fault. There is a natural tendency to form a shell and retreat into it and never come out again.

The Publishers hope that the story of Sally Sue will help many to emerge from their own shells . . . or should we say “hells”?

The Publishers

Sausalito, California

August, 1973

1

“And that’s it from Johnny Cash for now, all you out there. Let’s look high in the sky and see that Led Zepplin and hear the caarazy sound IT makes . . . like it’ll break your head, bambini. . . lotsa noise comin’ on, like RIGHT NOW AND WIIIIILLD!”

The long limbed girl with dark hair and enticing high breasted body took a deep breath and wished she could say what she really felt into the mike. She wanted to curse it but couldn’t, because it was her only way of making a decent living. She had long ago managed to completely shut off the horrible sounds that came from the records. If idiots out there in the night wanted to listen to such garbage, she was being paid to keep idiots happy. She continued the spiel, which had been written by some advertising type guy.

“This, in case you aren’t tuned in already, is the Sally Sue Bennett show, coming live and direct from the friendliest club in town, Jacques’ Trap! They pour honest booze! Right at the corner of Third and Main. So come on down and live a little, until 4 a.m., and then you can go next door and get revived with a great breakfast at Rosie’s — they never close, and now let’s hear it from the Led Zep!”

Sally Sue released the tuntable, hit switches so she wouldn't have to listen to the terrible sound, spun around in her comfortable swivel chair to Face another mike and console and began to tape a second pitch aimed at the teenagers who would have their transistor radios glued to their ears to hear her sex-laden voice enticing them to drive-ins, malt shops, speed shops and whatever Harold Eaton, owner of the teakettle radio station in the heart of coastal California, could sell time to. She had precisely three minutes and ten seconds to do the tape for — teens, and then had to swing back and put on a fun type rap with customers at the bar, interviewing them off the top of her head, looking for laughs, with a bleep button and five second delay in case they used the wrong words, thinking they were funny.

She knew many people tuned into the Sally Sue Bennett Show in high hopes that she wouldn’t hit the bleep button quick enough and some blue language would go out on the airwaves. It sometimes happened. The raven-haired woman in her late 20’s was resigned to getting at least one nasty letter a month from the Federal Communications Commission threatening to pull her ticket and put her out of work.

She was also resigned to minor indignities, such as being caressed by half-drunk males as she did her chatter thing along the bar and at the booths of the club with a remote mike, but she had developed an instinct which enabled her to evade wandering fingers almost every time. Sally Sue, was repelled by such contact, even though she was honest enough to admit that her body was interesting and knew she’d have to put up with as much or more if she was dealing plates off her arm in a diner and not making half as much money.

Smoothly she reeled off her pitch to the young set as the tape flowed, thinking all the while, that there might be something to Women’s Lib after all — she was the only disc jockey in the country who had to, in effect, do two shows at once through the magic of electronics. And a lot of quick scissoring of her long, shapely legs between a sophisticated Jacque’s Trap night club and the Rosie’s Pizza Parlor across the parking lot. There she would rap with the teens and put them on the air while a long playing tape was spinning and covering time at the bar.

Sometimes she felt like a electronic tennis ball. But it was a living, and she was getting noticed in the industry because the Sally Sue Bennett Show pulled in listeners and pulled beautifully. The part from the cocktail lounge was live and direct; that from the pizza parlor and other sponsors taped. Her husky voice was on the airwaves some 14 hours a day. In time, this could lead to a big network job, but for the moment, Sally Sue had to sell herself, and it was a personal thing.

At least once a week, she visited every sponsor’s place of business, met whatever customers might be there, talked with them, taping the conversations. She collected speeding tickets with an old MGA roadster and a new BMW 750 motorcycle, and used them to paper the walls of her apartment. Sally Sue went about her work with a fury, burying a heartbreak that only she knew about. She supported a collection of animals and birds to ease her loneliness.

A cheetah, a huge Airdale dog, a pigmy owl, a red-tailed hawk, a coral snake, and several cats of uncertain origin. She kept them so well fed they never tried to eat each other.

Sally Sue wrapped the commercial two seconds early according to the chronometer she wore instead of the usual tiny woman’s watch, and saw that the record had just enough grooves to let her get out of her isolation booth and down to the bar to start some conversation with the patrons. She grabbed the traveling mike and went down the stairway, forcing herself to smile at the admiring whistles of the men.

They had good reason to whistle.

She was tall and sleek, with the blue-black hair long on her back. Her breasts were full, lushly ripened and they bounced as she moved. She walked naturally, with the ease of a deer, and with every step her smoothly-rounded taut ass-cheeks jiggled and the limber muscles of her curvaceous thighs flexed. And by the orders of her employer, she had to exploit her magnificent young body, so she wore a microdress that came barely below the rich swell of her hips, and just above the thrusting nipples of her bosom. The dress was tight and thin, so the tiny buds of her nipples were clearly visible. She wore high heels to enhance the length of her slender, magnificent legs. Her hips, sleek as a sea otter’s, swayed as she walked into the cocktail lounge with the transceiver which would put it all on the air.

Well, one more time to get in the crowded elevator like a silly goose and get peopled, Sally Sue told herself as with a bright smile she approached two young men at the bar. To their right was an older man with the look of a lecher, and she knew he would be a problem, but her life was filled with those. If he got really out of line, she could hit the bleep button while the bouncer did his thing, but Sally Sue was aware she had to put up with some indignities in this type of work. The sponsor would not be at all happy to have the sounds of a customer being heaved out of Jacque’s Trap being broadcast live and direct. She could see no others along the bar or at booths who looked good for openers. From her studio Sally Sue had picked this pair because they seemed to be in a happy mood and obviously weren’t drunk. If she could spend a few minutes chatting with them and the talk went out on the lounge’s amplifiers, it would loosen up others and she’d have a shot at more interviews.

“Hi, how’d you like to be on the Sally Sue Show!” she said, squeezing between them, the mike turned on. “Real live radio! And where are you handsome guys from . . . if your wives don’t know you’re out, you can give somebody else’s names, you know?”

“I’d like to be on you!” the older man said in a blurred voice from several feet away.

Sally Sue Bennett had heard the line many times before, and instinctively hit the bleep button just before the You, and with a professional smile pulled a chuckle retort from her bank as she said, “Well, hi! You look just like Cesar Romero, but a lot younger. I have another half hour to do this show . . . and I guess we’re both here for the same thing, really. Aren’t we?”

“You bet, baby,” the older man said eagerly, hardly believing that this tall, raven-haired girl disc jockey would go for him . . . but he wasn’t so old, and in bed with her he could fuck off five pounds a night! And to think he could pull her from two young, handsome studs! Well, there were some who liked older men. “We want the same thing!”

“Great!” Sally Sue said, laughing. “We’ll go out to some other joint and pick up a couple of chicks!"

The lounge exploded in laughter as she slipped away from the middle-aged man and went back to talk with the two younger men. Sally Sue didn’t like to put anyone down, but he’d asked for it.

She found them, as she’d hoped, to be good material. The one to her left, as she moved the traveling mike bounced jokes back at her and seemed to have fine vibes. As he spoke and looked directly into her almost violet eyes, he was writing on the back of a business card which he finally put into her hand without a flicker of an eyelid. Sally Sue read the eyes and knew the young, handsome man wanted her.

Men always wanted her. This one was attractive and she felt a restless stirring in her love-starved loins. It had been so long since she’d had the pure pleasure of a thick rigid penis throbbing up inside her cunt. Wildly she thought that if this one just got up and took her by the hand and led her, she would go to bed with him, open her sleek legs and take him up between her trembling thighs eagerly, and rejoice in the feeling of his warm cockhead slowly sliding deep into her belly, making her sensitive vaginal flesh ripple ahead of it, tickling thousands of nerves with every wonderful stroke. Just the thought of it made her glands begin to work, and in seconds the lips of her wetly pulsating vagina were filling with urgent blood, flexing in eagerness. Sally Sue clenched her thighs tight and tried not to think how it would feel if he reached out and rubbed his outstretched middle finger over her pussy and teased her clitoris. She had been so long without a man that she was sure just a touch would make her orgasm.

She had an incredible obscene urge to thrust out her vaginal mound toward him in invitation.

And at the same time she had to keep up talking, because dead air is murder. She would just have to control her own urges.

But Sally Sue, even as she rapped out the yak-yak, was reading what the man had written on his business card, the front of which said his name was Harold Boothby and that he was a sales rep for a major auto supply firm.

“Back in 2 weeks. Dinner, drinks and whatever?”

Sally Sue found herself nodding acceptance, even knowing what the “whatever” meant. She wished, even as she kept up her mike chatter, that she could level with the guy, tell him she would not go to bed with him because she was afraid of being hurt again, even though she yearned so much for a man. Well, she rationalized, if he does show up, I can tell him then how I am before he spends any money on me . . . all hung up!

Why do men have to be so cruel?

Why had Bob, who was so good in the beginning, dumped her and run off with a fat old bag? Well, the “fat old bag” happened to have millions of dollars, and Bob had never liked working for a living anyway. Through their brief marriage, it was Sally Sue who paid the bills while tall handsome Bob demanded the best steak and artichoke hearts and whatever else was outrageously expensive, talking of the big deals he would make.

Well, he’d made one big deal with a fat old bag, and that was over and done with, Sally Sue was almost happy to support her private zoo rather than her ex-husband. She had a successful radio show, made occasional appearances on television, and these days didn’t know what a bill collector looked like.

But the experience had shattered the lovely, long-legged girl with blue-black hair and pouting mouth that was made for love. Desperately she sought a job to kill time and the eroding loneliness. An orphan, she had been raised in the strict confines of a convent school on charity. Morals had been drilled into her head virtually from birth, and she had never given her body to anyone but the husband who had deserted her.

He’d stayed with her just long enough to show her how much pleasure a man’s long hard penis could give, and then gone away. Sometimes Sally Sue cried and wondered if she should blame herself.

If she had given more of herself, would Bob have stayed?

But she surely couldn’t have given more than her urgently clutching tight young cunt. She was so small there that with all his masculine strength it took him four or five minutes to penetrate the warm moist depths of her body, even though, gasping and whipping around on the bed and thrusting her softly furred mound up to him, she tried to help his thick rampant spear to pierce her tender flesh. She could feel the huge bulbous head of his hotly throbbing cock pushing her tight cuntal canal ahead of’ it, rippling, almost splitting her apart, forcing her resisting pussy flesh open until finally he was buried up inside her belly and his heavy, sperm-laden balls were grinding into her upraised ass-cheeks. Sally Sue wanted to please him, and she held him close, feeling the pulsing ramrod of his cock flexing inside her. It was incredibly good when he would hold still for a few minutes and let her painfully strained cunt relax before he started slowly fucking in and out of her warmly welcoming pussy.

But nine times out of ten, Bob penetrated her without any gentleness or preparation.

The first time had been horrible, a dream destroyed!

Sally Sue had known what a penis was. She had seen pictures of them in books, and she had felt Bob’s rubbing against the soft swelling of her belly and her pubic mound when they became aroused on dates. But she’d never seen one or touched one before her wedding day. The good sisters at the convent had done a fine job of convincing her that was a no-no, and at the same time had stirred her imagination until the young girl longed to find out just what it felt like to have one throbbing up inside her seeping pussy. Some of her friends in the orphanage had devised escape routes, which they would use to meet boyfriends, and later came back to whisper in her ear just what the boys had done, and how groovy it was.

To Sally Sue, their tales sounded both revolting and exciting. She vowed that she would never lie with a man unless she was married to him, and she kept the vow.

Then, on her wedding night, she wondered why she’d bothered.

She found herself treated like a piece of meat thrown to the dogs!

Sally Sue realized Bob liked beautiful things. If they were walking and a classic Rolls-Royce came down the street he would freeze like a statue and watch it out of sight. He would linger at the window of an art gallery gazing at the paintings displayed and comment softly. And if a pretty girl in miniskirt or hotpants passed, he would invariably watch her out of sight. While another woman might have been intensely jealous, Sally Sue never was. Bob was hers, and she was supremely confident she could hold him, and secretly she wanted a man who knew beauty when he saw it.

Their marriage was simple. She had no family at all, and Bob’s people were thousands of miles away. The court clerk and bailiff were their only witnesses. But the limber, beautiful girl had planned carefully for her wedding in advance, no matter how humble it might be Aware of her future husband’s love of beauty and sensuality, she had secretly bought the most daring nightie she could find.

It was gossamer thin, fringed with delicate lace, and in two pieces. The top came barely to her dark-thatched pubic mound, and the bottoms — if they could be called that — were tiny bikini step-ins. The garment was no more concealing than cigarette smoke, but she was sure Bob would like it, and in a small way it would be making up to him for the many times Sally Sue had put him off and left him frustrated during the months of their courtship.

In the lakeside cottage where they were to spend their honeymoon, she shyly urged him to do whatever he had to do in the shower first. While she heard the water running behind the closed door, Sally Sue tried to organize everything for the event she had looked forward to for so long. She had been entranced by the tales of sexual escapades from her girlfriends in the convent, but the sermons of the priest and exhortations of the sisters had so inhibited her over her formative years that she had never even masturbated.

But now she was married. It was no longer sinful to do IT!

And her body had long yearned for a man. She wanted a hard pulsating penis in her young, unblemished cunt with terrible urgency. And she wanted to delight her new husband, even realizing that with no experience, she would have to be an eager student, learning to respond. Well, she would do the best she could!

Sally Sue found herself blushing furiously when her husband came from the shower wearing only a towel around his waist. For unmistakably outlined like a thick upthrust pole was the rigid shaft of his penis. Her eyes went wide and she heard him chuckle lewdly as he caught the direction of her glance.

“It’s all for you, baby,” the tall, handsome young man said as he reached for the knot which held the towel in place. “Want a good look right now?”

“Save it a few minutes!” Sally Sue blurted as she dodged around him and into the tiny bathroom, her face scarlet. The room was moistly warm as she quickly slipped out of her traveling dress and her sheer, lace trimmed brassiere and then bent to slide the matching panties down the smoothly tapering columns of her long legs.

The trembling dark-haired girl rolled her long hair into a bun and pulled a shower cap over it, stepped into the tub and quickly let the gushing water sluice away the perspiration that was a combination of travel and nervousness. As she soaped up between her legs, she could feel the lips of her virginal pussy filling with blood, dilating, becoming incredibly sensitive. Gently laving her aroused vagina with perfumed soap, Sally Sue closed her eyes and tried to think of what it would be like, having the rigid length of Bob’s penis thrust deep into her softly yielding body, and, her smooth belly began to quiver with anticipation. She could hardly wait, yet she was filled with fear. Finally she stepped out and quickly dried herself with a huge, fluffy towel, which she then used to wipe the condensed moisture from the full length mirror. She fluffed her hair and studied the reflection of her naked loveliness. Without false pride, she knew Bob would be pleased by the charms he would finally see and possess, and hoped he’d be glad she had saved herself for this most important of occasions. Her facial features had a faintly Slavic cast, with high cheekbones. Her huge sparkling eyes dominated her face, competing for attention with the rich sensuality of her wide, soft lips which when parted revealed perfect white teeth.

The anticipation she felt hardened the tiny pink nipples in the darker aureola of her breasts, and to Sally Sue it seemed like the firm conical mounds were even bigger than usual. Her waist was tiny in comparison, and then her womanly flesh swelled smoothly into gently rounded hips and taut, heart-shaped ass-cheeks. The dark triangle of pubic hair was just sparse enough to reveal the pulsing lips of her tight little cunt. Her legs were those of a dancer, sleek and long, the muscles rippling with every movement. Sally Sue cupped her ripe young breasts for a moment, thinking how it would be to have Bob’s fingers encompassing their resilient warmth. Would he kiss them lingeringly while arousing her tenderly for their lovemaking? He’d tried to many times during their courtship, but Sally Sue had never permitted it. She had gently but firmly brought a quick halt to his attempts to fondle her, particularly to get his lewdly seeking hand between her legs.

The beautiful black haired girl knew she must have seemed frustratingly frigid, but tonight she would show Bob unmistakably that the truth was just the opposite. She had held him off not because she didn’t love and trust him, but because she didn’t trust herself. She was sure her ripely yearning body would have betrayed her, that she would have yielded her cherished virginity and never be able to look squarely at herself in a mirror again.

Well, that was over now! Now she had the right to. . . to fuck! With a smile of wanton anticipation, she stepped into the gossamer panties of her baby doll nighty, smoothing the wispy fabric over her curvaceous buttocks, then drew the top over her head, and carefully arranged the long mass of her jet hair. Her fingers shook as she opened the door and shyly stepped into the bedroom. She took two steps and froze.

“My gosh!” she gasped.

“It’s all yours, kid!” her new husband said with a lewd grin.

He had turned down the bed and lay face up on the white sheets, spread-eagled, naked. From the thick forest of his pubic hair a tree seemed to be growing! His blood-engorged penis stood straight out, pulsing with his heated desire. The foreskin was drawn downward, exposing the bulbous mushroom shaped head on which a tiny pearl of preseminal fluid glistened. At the base, his scrotal sac was swollen with long-stored semen, his testicles looking to the innocent bride like footballs!

How could something as big as that ever fit into her virgin body? Sally Sue thought in sudden fear. Then she told herself it had to be possible. Wide-eyed and trembling, the young bride made herself approach the bed.

Bob caught her hand and quickly pulled her down so she bounced across his hard muscled body. He crushed her in his arms, and his hot hungry mouth glued itself to her wetly parted lips. She felt the spear of his tongue probing between her teeth, twining with her own, and she surrendered to the rough embrace. This was progressing faster than she’d hoped it would. She’d prayed that Bob would realize her inexperience and make very slow love to her this first time, arouse her gently, bring her to a point of passion which would overcome all her fears. Yet she could understand his urgency . . . she had made him wait so long.

Held in his strong arms, she moaned her surrender and kissed him back, feeling a hand cupping the soft mound of her left breast. She gasped as his long fingers pinched and rolled the tender nipple and sent electric ripples through her entire straining body.

“Jesus what a set of tits!” he mumbled against her mouth. Sally Sue knew she must be blushing, but told herself there was no reason to. This was her husband and she wanted him to be passionate with her, even if his lust made him say crude things. “I want more!”

Sally Sue felt his lewdly groping hand catch the sheer fabric of her nightie. With one swift yank he ripped it completely apart and her naked breasts were crushed against his heaving chest. Her now erect nipples seemed to be on fire, and for an instant she was heartsick. She had spent a week’s pay on the garment, just to be as beautiful as she could for Bob on their wedding night, and it had lasted less than a minute before being savagely torn to shreds. But an instant later, Sally Sue rationalized the coarse act, thinking that the nightie must have served its purpose if it stirred her husband to such an impetuous deed.

“Bob!” She gasped. “Oh, darling . . .”

Then she felt his hand delving down toward her loins, and she knew the tiny panties were going to go the way of the top. She had an instantaneous urge to salvage something! Wriggling in his arms, she grasped the edge of the panties and slithered out of them, her long legs thrashing. Only as they floated to the carpet did she realize that for the first time in her life she was utterly naked in front of a man!

“Aaaaaaaahhhhh!” Sally Sue cried out as she felt his urgently groping fingers slide unimpeded between her splayed legs directly to the dilating lips of her virginal pussy. She writhed at the fleshy contact as his mouth came down hard on her breast, tongue swirling, lips sucking hungrily. She could see it happening in a long mirror beside the bed, their bodies twined and undulating against each other, his hand urgently delving into the softness of her cuntal mouth. Fingers rubbed her clitoris and she found herself responding despite the speed of her impending ravishment. This wasn’t anything like she’d planned, but she didn’t want it to stop! Against the quaking of her defenseless belly she felt the hot rigidity of his inflamed male flesh, and trembled to think that in minutes it would be plundering her virgin cunt!

“Not so quick, darling!” Sally Sue moaned.

“Hell! I’ve let you tease me for almost two years,” he retorted, looking into her face with what seemed almost to be hatred. “I’ve waited long enough, damnit!”

Suddenly the startled bride found herself pinned beneath the lust-driven husband of only a few hours. His hand roughly massaged her vagina as, with a knee, he pried her legs wide apart. Then he was between them, violently yanking her knees up until they pressed cruelly against the sensitive nipples of her soft, resilient breasts. The innocent young brunette groaned, partly in pain, partly in still rising passion. Sally Sue wanted this. . . wanted a man . . . she had waited so long, repressing her body’s needs . . . but why should it be so rough? Why not a gentle, loving introduction to the sex that her yearning body was intended for?

Perhaps, she thought, she had been wrong. She should have allowed Bob more liberties during their courtship; let him kiss and fondle her breasts and caress her secret vaginal flesh . . . and maybe she should have been more bold herself, at least touch his penis with her delicate fingers . . . even pump him to climax, for she knew how he must be hurting. Yet her firm morals had prevailed. It would be marriage or nothing — and now it was marriage and everything! And so quickly!

“Oooooooooohhhhh!” the girl moaned. In the mirror, as she rolled her head from side to side in anticipation, she looked incredibly wanton, her legs splayed wide, her naked ass-cheeks trembling as the hot rubbery head of Bob’s penis began to tease its way through the soft curly hairs that fringed her tight cuntal furrow. She could see her wetly throbbing pussy opening and closing in anticipation. Wrenching her gaze away from the lewd spectacle reflected in the silvered glass, she looked down her naked body, through the upthrust proud mounds of her breasts, and all she could seem to fix her excited gaze on was the immense pulsating penis teasing the portals of her most secret flesh, and the heavy, semen laden balls. She gasped, “Bob! You’re so big! Don’t hurt me!”

“Babe, it always hurts a little the first time,” he said with a lewd grin as he poised himself in a push-up position above her quivering body. “But don’t worry — you’re built for fucking! You’ll know that when you get a cunt full of cock! Now, take my prick in your hand and help me get it in!”

Oh God! the helpless bride thought. She wanted to. Really wanted to . . . but her husband’s vulgar language shocked her and turned her cold. She lay under him without moving, tears forming in her deep eyes. Then she heard him mutter a curse and felt his hand taking her own, guiding it down to the thick-veined shaft of his male flesh and wrapping her nervous fingers around it’s throbbing warmness. Clamping her hand there, he began to move slowly, so she felt the fleshy foreskin rolling back and forth over the bulbous head. She could feel the excited beat of his heart pulsing through the rigid spear and sensed Bob would not wait much longer — he would impale her savagely if she didn’t help him!

Slowly Sally Sue brought the lust-swollen tip of his cock to the moistly quivering lips of her vagina. She forced herself to move his penis up and down her tight, curl-fringed slit, and it seemed to her that her cuntal lips were opening wider, wanting to suck his rigid maleness into the depths which lay beyond them. She felt her husband pressing downward, and she guided the burgeoning head to her tight little opening. Despite her fears, she was aroused herself, and stirred under him, arching her back, unconsciously offering her virgin body as she spread her legs wider apart. Her loins were on fire in anticipation, and her mind was spinning.

“There,” she whispered, forgetting the obscene spectacle reflected in the mirror, with her legs painfully stretched and her knees flattening the upthrust peaks of her breasts, her ass-cheeks spread tautly open and quaking like a bowl of jelly. To her wide eyes, it seemed impossible that she could absorb the length and thickness of his rock-hard penis, and once again she pleaded, “Do it slowly, darling . . .”

Above her, the lean, muscular man grinned and jerked his hips downward, feeling her wetly resisting cunt part before the prodding of his cock. With satisfaction he heard her gasp as just a part of the bulbous head penetrated the tight, hair-lined furrow of her pussy.

And then he felt the obstruction of her maidenhead barring his way.

DAMN! SHE REALLY WAS A VIRGIN! Sally Sue had not been bullshitting him after all! He’d never been able to completely believe a girl of twenty — particularly one with looks and body like this — could be in that condition! Well, damn, it was going to be sweet breaking her in! He’d give her a fuck she’d never forget! Fill her with so much cock she’d walk wobble-kneed for weeks!

He thrust again, and got nowhere, although he felt her try to jerk up and help him get into her moistly heated cunt. She was hot enough for it . . . he could tell that by the way her vaginal lips were throbbing around the head of his cock and her arms were clamped around his shoulders. She wanted to be fucked, but getting into her was going to be like getting into the vault of Bank of America. And she was crying with the pain.

“Ooooooohhhh . . . you’re so big . . . How can I ever . . .” the urgently striving bride whimpered. “There must be something wrong with me, darling . . . It hurts terribly!”

“Just for a little while,” he chuckled obscenely. “When I move, hump up.”

Sally Sue felt like she was being skewered on a thick inflexible rod of iron, but was determined to get the initial pain over with and find the delights her less moral girlfriends had related in whispered conversations. They had made it sound so pleasurable and exciting that more than once she had nearly yielded to her own submerged carnal desires and surrendered her virginity without the sanction of wedlock.

None of them had even suggested it would feel anything like this!

They had talked about how their pussies rippled and swelled as a long hard penis slid easily into the steaming depths of their cunts, up, up and up forever until the wet heavy slap of cum laden balls hit their quivering ass-cheeks! The words they had used both revolted and fascinated, and now, with all her straining, Sally Sue couldn’t seem to absorb the rampant maleness of her new husband! Fitfully she wondered if something could be wrong with her body, which from its outward appearance was made for furious lovemaking, an untapped well of pleasure for both herself and her mate.

If only Bob, who had been held off so long, could control himself, understand her problems this first time! But the sight of her had inflamed him, turned him into a rutting animal.

“Honey, honey . . . Darling . . . try to be gentle,?” she begged even as she felt the smooth rubbery head pressing relentlessly against her tight, resisting hymen. Sally Sue wished fervently that with one lunge he would enter her, would end the agony of suspense as her maidenhead was torn away and her virgin blood flowed through the wide-stretched trembling flesh of her ass-cheeks to soak the sheet below her sweating body. She strained up to the thick shaft of throbbing flesh, but nothing seemed to help. His penis was just too big!

“Christ, you’re tight!” Bob gasped as his tall lean body hovered above her slender nakedness and her arms gripped him tightly. Again and again his long rigid cock prodded and probed, without breaching the barrier, until he said, “Say now, Sally Sue, I know a way to fix the trouble. You’re juicy enough — I never felt a wetter pussy in my life. But I’m dry! If I was wet and slick too, it might go in like a dream. How about wetting me up?”

“What?” the girl said in all innocence, her mind trying to ride over the hurt she’d momentarily felt when he blurted out about knowing how other girls got wet and ready for him. Well, she reasoned, her new husband was so excited, she would have to forgive him, but sometime she’d ask him not to use words like that to her. She could not imagine just what he had in mind. Surely he didn’t want to release her from his intimate clutches and have her go into the bathroom and get a glass of water and wet his rampant penis! “I don’t understand, Bob . . .”she whispered.

“Take it in your mouth for a couple of minutes . . . make it slick. Your mouth is enough to give a mummy a hard on!”

Oh, my God! Sally Sue thought in horror. How could he ever suggest such a vile thing — opening her mouth to his male flesh! It was unspeakably filthy! She was so shocked that all desire left her.

“I’ll try to forget you ever said such a thing,” she groaned. She stirred, her body sinuously undulating beneath him, and she felt the smooth, knoblike head of his cock pressing through her tender vaginal lips. “Do it to me! I don’t care how much it hurts any more! Just do it!!”

“I see you need a lot of education, Sally Sue,” the straining man said with a tinge of bitterness. “Well, this is your first fucking lesson! Swing those smooth legs up over my shoulders and wrap them around my neck!”

Shocked by his language again, Sally Sue didn’t move until her husband’s hands grasped her ankles and drew them over his broad shoulders. In this contorted position, the helpless girl’s genitals were completely exposed, her smooth buttocks stretched taut as drumheads, her virginal cunt lips drawn open like another mouth, her back bent like a bow. She could feel his cockhead throbbing just inside her strained pussy lips — and then both of Bob’s big hands were pulling her quivering ass-cheeks even wider, completely baring the plane of her secret flesh to the frigid breeze from the air conditioner. In the mirror, through tear-blurred eyes she saw herself again, and wondered how she could ever have let herself be put in such a degrading position. Well, there was nothing to be done about it now. Bob was her husband and he had the right to use the body which, only a few moments before, had been so carnally eager to be used.

Was it like this for all brides? the raven-tressed beauty wondered. Or was there something wrong with her?

Flexing his back muscles, Bob viciously rammed his hips forward, driving his big thick shaft of rigid flesh into her tightly stretched pussy without warning.

“EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!” Sally Sue screamed as she felt the sensitive membrane of her maidenhead painfully yield to his penetration. It felt like someone had shoved the burning tip of a thick cigar into her most tender flesh. Her long legs flailed outward in an attempt to escape, and then locked again tight over his shoulders. With a sudden feeling of horror, she realized Bob was grunting and straining in an effort to bury his thick rampant cock even deeper into her — and her body was fighting!

“Tightest cunt I ever found,” he panted, and began to saw back and forth in her tightly clutching flesh, slowly forcing his rigid male organ deeper and deeper into her reluctantly yielding body that was bent double beneath him. He could feel the soft curly hairs of her cuntal furrow brushing his impaling cock with each striving stroke, and the sensation served to arouse him even further. Sally Sue was juicy and she was trying, he knew, but she was so damn tight! He knew he must be hurting her a lot, but her virginal little cunt was so delicious that he couldn’t slow down. Instead he drilled and thrust into the warm moist channel of her pussy, feeling, her legs tremble on his back and the quaking of her belly, and he wondered how the hell he ever lucked onto a piece of ass like this!

This time, he thought, she wouldn’t be worth a damn, but once he stretched her cunt open and could get his prick into her quick, he was sure she’d be the best lay anybody ever found! Arching high over her, he looked down between their nakedly entwined bodies, at the jiggling of her firmly ripened breasts and then at his own flesh penetrating hers, now streaked with the virgin blood that was seeping down between her twitching ass-cheeks. With each partial withdrawal, her coral-hued inner flesh emerged, grasping his wetly glistening cock-shaft like a warm rubber glove, only to vanish back into the steaming depths of her passion-swollen cunt lips as he jammed himself up into her clasping young pussy again. She was groaning and he knew she must be hurting, but she was still eager for his cock . . . her first cock!

Christ, he marveled, she was really burning up for it! Now the nipples of her upthrust bouncing tits were sticking out like railroad spikes. Pausing in his relentless reaming of his new bride, he reached down between their bodies, feeling the quivering of her taut belly muscles, searching in her soft, curling, sex-dampened pubic hairs for her clitoris. It was hard and erect, big as a miniature penis, and with eyes closed Sally Sue moaned and writhed at the contact, seeming to try screwing herself even farther up onto his impaling cock.

Well, if she hadn’t been ready before, she sure was now, Bob reasoned. He clutched the trembling moons of her lewdly spread buttocks firmly and lunged into her defenseless but welcoming body.

“Aaaaauuuuugggghtthh!!!!” his bride cried out in mingled pain and pleasure as finally she realized his massive penis was buried to the hilt in her squirming vaginal passage. Her quivering pussy lips clutched it like a sheath, and his heavy, cum-filled testicles smacked repeatedly into the wide open crease of her churning buttocks. Sally Sue gasped. She never imagined anything could feel like this! It seemed a solid bar of red-hot iron was sunk in her yielding young body. She felt his penis swell even larger as her new husband flexed the impaling organ inside her painfully stretched pussy. She felt her flesh rippling in response to internal muscles and nerve ends she hadn’t known existed, and she clung tightly to him, panting and gasping . . . feeling now a growing delight and wonder in this thing he had called “fucking”.

Still, though, the pain was present. If only he’d give her a chance to adjust. “Darling, wait . . . just a minute . . . you’re filling me so!” Sally Sue pleaded.

With a soft triumphant chuckle, Bob condescendingly held still, feeling his bride’s violated flesh slowly rippling around his own rampant manhood, as her tight little cunt tried to accommodate his pulsating hardness. She began to sigh softly, and move slowly, and Bob Bennett determined to give her a fucking she would never forget!

He knew he was an expert. He could stay hard as long as he wanted, and get it up whenever he wanted, and there was plenty of it. One chick had accused him of swiping a fungo bat from the New York Yankees after, with a few drinks inside each of them, he had bet her a cool thousand dollars he could stay in her, hot and hard, until seven o’clock the next morning. It was then eleven in the evening. The woman, a handsome if not beautiful member of the Beautiful People Set just past thirty, had called what she thought was a bluff.

It was not a bluff!

He went into her quick and hard and stayed there until the sun was up and she was crying for him to stop. He had coldly told her that if she was worn out, he wasn’t and if she wanted him to stop, she’d have to suck. He found out she was better with her mouth than her pussy, which was prime, and they had not left her apartment for three days.

And then he’d had a hell of a time throwing her away.

Bob began to move with his virgin bride, his long thick penis boring into her now willing flesh as he took his weight on knees and elbows and his searching fingers masterfully manipulated the upthrust mounds of her soft warm breasts. As he stroked rhythmically in and out of her yearning young pussy, he could feel the smooth rippling of her cuntal flesh ahead of his cock like a tidal wave surging up into her quivering belly. Sally Sue was beginning to moan in ecstasy now, screwing herself furiously up the thick wet length of his penis, and her cunt was gushing with the heated juices of her desire.

Rob thought he’d been sort of lousy with his language toward her and ripping off her nightie, so he decided she had earned a magnificent fuck. He set about giving it to her.

For an eternity, Sally Sue felt the massive cudgel plunging into her tender but eager young pussy, his warm, knowledgeable hands on her breasts, and then sliding down over her sleek body to cup her ass-cheeks and pull her loins up hard to his jackhammering spear. It still hurt, but not so much now, and in the pain there was a strange masochistic pleasure that she wanted to go on . . . and on . . . and on!

Gasping, she chanted out her delight in wanton desire. In the mirror, she could see the glistening length of Bob’s penis plunging into the stretched little hole up between her wide-spread legs, hurting but still giving pleasure as the pale pink flesh of her ravished cunt wrapped tightly around it. Her reflection looked vilely obscene to her, yet she was lost in her own reverie and just seeing what was being done to her, feeling the pain and pleasure and the rough male hands grasping her tender flesh, heightened the experience.

Urgently Sally Sue writhed and met every lunging, flesh-searing thrust of the first penis she’d ever known, whimpering, crying out her desire in fragmented words nobody could ever put together.

And then without warning something like a napalm bomb seemed to explode deep inside her quaking loins.

Liquid fire raced through her vaginal passage and spilled from her wildly flexing cunt lips, soaking her thrashing buttocks and the sheet.

“EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!” she cried out wildly, and spasmodically her fingernails drew blood from the humping back of her new husband as she furiously screwed up to his impaling hardness. “Oh, Bob. . . Bob . . . BOB!”

Suddenly her entire body was out of control, muscles twitching, cunt burning, her clitoris throbbing, the buds of her nipples almost bursting from her dancing breasts. She found herself savagely sinking her teeth into her husband’s hard muscled shoulder and her pussy lips felt like balloons as she cried out her completion. There was no pain now, only intense, overwhelming sensual pleasure.

Sally Sue knew finally what her girlfriends had meant.

Her husband was still deep in her quivering, sweating body, his cock as long and hard as when he had forced the painful entry. He slowed his deep fucking until he was hardly moving in her tingling flesh and grinned down at her with dark eyes.

“You liked that, babe?”

“What . . . what happened?” the perspiring dark-haired girl managed to mumble. “I—I exploded inside! Oh, Bob!”

“By God! You never made it before! You’ve never cum!” He was astounded. Every chick knew what it felt like, even if she just fingered herself! Christ, what kind of wife did he have? He’d obviously have to teach her a hell of a lot. But looking down at her lust-contorted body, he thought that would be fun. With proper lessons, she would become a hell of a piece of ass! If he could turn her on to sucking cock, and even taking it up the ass, she’d be worth a fortune with his clients at the agency where he sold a little bit of everything from motor homes to cars, trucks, all-terrain vehicles and boats. All Sally Sue would have to do would be nice to certain customers who would buy his wares in fleet quantity. They’d be rich in a year.

Somehow he had to use all his persuasiveness to pound this into her pretty head. And despite her strict upbringing, the girl was magnificent in the rack, whether she knew it or not. Sally Sue had a natural talent for fucking.

Together they could go a long way — if she’d go his way.

Bob Bennett looked down at her nakedly trembling young body and saw the first orgasm had swept through her and she was very well satisfied.

“Honey, that was just the first pop,” he said with a grin. “This can go on all night.”

Slowly and teasingly, he began to fuck into her tightly clasping pussy again, his cock still as hard as ironwood, the bulbous head of his penis pushing waves of her tender flesh ahead while the stiff curly hairs of his scrotum tantalized her wildly puckering anus. On the bedside table, their tiny travel alarm clock ticked away minutes, and then an hour.

Sally Sue found herself cumming again and again, finally weak with the sheer physical exertion and delight. She had never dreamed fucking could be anything like this! Her whispering girlfriends had implanted the idea that if it lasted just fifteen minutes it was darned good.

She no longer felt real pain, but her inflamed cunt was sore! She had lost count of her orgasms, and was drained of strength, her reflexes to the steady pistoning of the invading cock now becoming uncertain, irregular. She had discovered internal muscles which would grab and hold him prisoner in the seething depths of her pussy. She clenched them tight and saw his pleasure.

“In Texas, they call what you got snappin’ turtle pussy,” Bob said, bending to kiss her. “The best kind. I can’t take much more of that . . . so here goes, honey!”

Savagely he began to fuck her. The room was filled with the wet sluicing sounds of his thick rigid cock plunging into the moist warm well of her cunt and the smacking of his balls on the smooth and lewdly spread cheeks of her tightly clenching ass. Sally Sue clung to her new husband and felt another surge of fire in her loins.

And then he was gasping as a river of heated cum poured from his long-denied testicles through the ballooning head of his cock and into the surging depths of her vagina, like jets of live steam. He filled her tight cuntal passage, and she felt the wild jerking of his cock in her tender flesh. And then the gushing of his cum through the hair-lined lips of her pussy to stain the bedsheets. Bob tried to move off her but she clamped him with arms and legs, refusing to let him free until finally his penis was so soft within her trembling young body that she could no longer feel it.

As he lifted his lean frame from hers, she saw the thin, cobweb strings of his cum stretched from the now deflated head of his flaccid penis to trail hot and moist over her sweat glistening thighs.

Finally exhausted, her mate rolled onto his back, breathing deeply, unevenly. Sally Sue did the same. There was a deep ache up between her thighs, but Bob had finally — if crudely — given her what she’d needed for so long!

She thought that she would be such a good wife to him that she could curb his sometimes-foul mouth . . . and change his ideas about sex. Like taking his penis into her mouth . . . Oh God, that was unthinkable!

She’d heard vague stories about girls who did it — some of whom even liked it — but she could never imagine herself in such a position. Why would a man even think of something like that?

It was absolutely beyond the satiated bride’s imagination as she drifted off to contented sleep, cuddling against her husband, who was already snoring.

2

One good thing about the DJ job, Sally Sue thought as she moved through the crowded cocktail lounge with her microphone, was that it kept her so busy she had no time to think of her troubles. She had to keep talking off the top of her head, leading guests into saying things that would be good for a laugh, making friends for the sponsors. She responded eagerly to the challenge and tried to push into the back of her mind the bad points, like the finger-fumbling drunks who took advantage of her, pawing her while she was doing a 90-second interview that couldn’t be interrupted. She had disciplined herself not to feel the lewdly crawling hands, never break the smooth line of her repartee, never strike back. There was always a bouncer close to move in if somebody got really rough. Sally Sue felt it was just part of the job she had carved out of nothing for herself, and she must submit to the humiliation. She learned to take half a step back and sink the spike heel of her boot into a man’s foot, making it appear accidental, and put him on crutches for a month.

She jollied with the patrons of Jacques’ Trap with an eye on her chronometer. The Sally Sue Bennett Show was timed to the second. Now she had eighty-seven seconds to feed a long-play tape to the Sony eight track player and beat it across the parking lot to Rosie’s Pizza Parlor and rap with the teens.

She liked them better than the geriatric grabbers in the cocktail lounge, even if she couldn’t really understand a lot of their language. Much of what she could understand shocked her until she finally realized they weren’t being obscene when they said something like “Fuck!”

It was their argot, the language of the underground, and for some reason, not one of them had ever used any obscenity when they were on the air. She never had to hit the bleep button with the young boys and girls. But once they were off the air and rapping between themselves, the four letter words flowed. Sally Sue had hardened herself to it and no longer blushed.

“Now you all stay tuned in and turned on to the Sally Sue Show! I promise we’ll knock off the chatter and lay some smooth music on you for the next hour. Not a word! Promise!”

The raven-haired girl scampered up the steps to her tiny studio, punched buttons on the console and heard the soothing music of Mantovani flow. Fine! For an hour it would be interrupted only by the required station breaks. No commercials.

As far as live air went, she was through for another night. She still had to tape fifty minutes with the teen set at Rosie’s, but that would be broadcast later, sounding like it too was live and direct. All she had to do was get it on, then drop the long play reel on the Sony. When the station was ready, somebody would hit a switch and she’d be back on.

Slung from a shoulder strap, her mini recorder smacked hard against her swinging hips as Sally Sue Bennett slipped out of the rear door of the club and into the pizza parlor, her nearly bare breasts bouncing. She hated to expose herself this way to the teenage boys, but there was no time in her schedule for a change into a more modest costume than the cocktail lounge demanded. But, she thought, she could always take care of herself with the teens. Most of them were her friends, and the girls dressed a lot sexier than she did, with see-through blouses and micro-mini skirts that were hardly wider than a belt . . . and now some of the more daring had completely discarded panties for G-strings. Sally Sue felt almost overdressed, even in her own scanty attire. Once she had found herself wondering what the younger generation was coming to and then laughed when she realized she was dating herself, even though she was still a couple of years from thirty.

“Time do fly fast,” she muttered.

Sally Sue was greeted with shouts and whistles and a multitude of frantically waved invitations to join various groups at the trestle tables or in booths, and with her genuinely friendly smile waved back to let them know she’d stop for a short rap all around. But the rich aroma of thin crusted pizza and minestrone soup assailed her flaring nostrils, and she realized she’d had nothing to eat for twelve hours and was ravenous. Well, that would have to wait — seeing the hour, she knew she had work to do or she’d face a ten cent lecture from Harold Eaton when she showed up at the teakettle station in the morning. Sally Sue loved pizza loaded with everything and could eat a huge amount without putting on an ounce.

Terry Claff intercepted her before she’d taken a dozen steps. He was a ruggedly handsome boy of about fifteen with a tongue almost as smooth as Sally Sue had trained her own to be. He had longish but not shaggy, dark brown hair and melting that suggested Latin blood. He had a broken family and ran on sheer guts or. as Bob would have bluntly put it — on pure bullshit! Somehow he had acquired forged credentials which said he was old enough to work nights in a place that served drinks. Starting as a busboy, Terry had quickly worked his way up to waiter. Sally Sue knew the handsome youngster never got to bed before three in the morning, yet was hiking to school at seven. She recognized in him the same savage need to be his own person that she felt.

She was aware that the broad-shouldered youth, just coming into his maleness, wanted her, and she tried to slide out from under his desire.

But the beautiful divorcee found it hard to keep her eyes from the bulge that formed in his tight jeans every time she came into the restaurant. It had been so long since Bob left her with no warning. There had been no arguments. He had just packed up and left with the fat old bag in one of the most expensive cars in the world, taking with him what had to be one of the most magnificent penises ever grown.

The nights had been so empty since that terrible day.

Sally Sue’s cunt had been so empty!

But in her heartbreak, she walked alone. feeling in her smashed heart that somewhere there was a man who would love her, not use her as Bob had done.

He’d actually wanted her to go to bed with his customers!

Sally Sue knew the word. He was a . . . Pimp!

Oh, Bob had been so smooth!

Teasing and enticing her just before guests were to arrive, then leaving her hung up and aroused, panting to have him fill her yearning pussy while he told her that the big sale would be ding-donging the doorbell in a couple of minutes and, for Chrissakes, be nice to him! Bob Bennett made his real pitch to the fat old bags who happened to be married to guys who might buy a fleet of boats or trucks or a thirty thousand dollar motor home, or anything he happened to have for sale.

Sally Sue flatly refused, even on the night when, slipping away from a paunchy but nevertheless likeable man called Flash, she went down a dark hallway toward the bathroom and passed an open bedroom door. A dim light was on, and on the bed she saw her virile husband eagerly licking the cunt of the woman Flash had brought with him, a stunning blonde who may or may not have been his wife. At the same time, the blonde’s sensuous lips were tightly ringed around the thick shaft of Bob’s cock, and both their heads were plunging up and down ravenously as their tongues licked each other. The musky scent of rampant sex filled the air, and her ears drummed with the slurping of their avid mouths.

It was unbelievable!

If they had to be such — such — animals! they might at least have closed the door!

For a moment Sally Sue had an insane urge to give tit-for-tat! Return to the other room and drop to her knees in front of Flash and fish his penis from his pants and suck it until he choked her throat with his cum. She knew how much he wanted her . . . and how sweet it would be if Bob stumbled in and found her with his thick cock buried in her gulping lips when she so often denied him.

But Sally Sue couldn’t, despite the bitterness welling inside her. Silently, she tiptoed away, freshening herself in the bath and returned to play the part of the cool hostess, and she felt sorry for the aging man called Flash because only when she put off his advances did she realize Bob had arranged the whole thing as a swap for the night, to make a deal. Flash read it all on her face when finally she returned.

“You saw what’s going on back there,” he said in a soft tone.

“Oh, God! Yes!” she gulped, her dark hair tousled by her distressed fingers. She felt great compassion for this older man. “How — how can they?”

“It’s easy when you’re young,” Flash said sadly. “The flesh and spirit are still willing. Now, I don’t have much but the spirit.. the flesh is weak. There was a deal made.” Flash said, rubbing his thinning gray hair. “I didn’t think you had any idea . . . and anyway, I couldn’t carry out my end of it . . . I’m one of the over-the-hill bunch, I suppose.” He sighed. “That girl is precious to me, and I can’t satisfy her. If I want to keep her, I have to find studs . . . and I don’t blame her . . . She’s so young and beautiful . . . and she’s good for me . . . so . . . I do things like this. I’m a corrupt old man, I guess.”

Impulsively sitting beside him, Sally Sue said, “I think it’s all in your head! You are a nice man, and I think you’d be a magnificent lover!” She leaned over to kiss Flash tenderly, and her hand brushed over the hardness of his aroused penis, and through her mind came the thought that maybe she should do it, make love with him! Not seeking revenge, but to ease the tensions of someone who had turned out to be a very nice guy.

But no! If she did, she’d be no better than Bob, rutting away with the sultry blonde in the spare bedroom. She could lie back on the smooth naugahyde couch, could drop her panties and open her legs and give her body . . . or she could be daring and actually try sucking Flash. But, Sally Sue thought either would be over-reacting.

There had to be a middle ground, and the solution came to her as she felt Flash stirring, saw his hand clutching the thick bulge of his penis even as she kissed him in compassion and tried to shut out the vision of her husband and Flash’s young wife wildly mouthing each other’s genitals.

Sally Sue drew away from the older man and put her hand over his as it squeezed his undulating cock.

"Let me,” she managed to whisper.

Her slowly groping fingers found his zipper and opened his fly, then searched until she found his rigid staff. She drew it out and freed his balls from the confines of his shorts and stroked his hot male flesh gently, peeling the thick foreskin down and rolling it up again over the bulbous head. This was wrong, Sally Sue knew, but he was a nice man, and in the far end of the big house, her husband was doing unspeakable things with Flash’s wife, and she sensed that at this moment he needed love and consolation, and she was the only one to give it.

Why did she always have to be the one in the middle?

“This is all . . . but if you want to kiss . . she murmured.

“Oh, God! YES!” he gasped.

She shifted to move into the circle of his arm — surprised at his strength — and as their mouths came together and tongues entwined, her grasping fingers clutched his cock tighter and began to move faster, playing with his balls as he jerked up toward her wantonly pumping hand. Sally Sue hoped Flash wouldn’t try to push her down on the sofa and mount her because, if he did, she would yield. She wanted to give him relief, and this was the only way she knew. Bob had taught her how to do it in the times when he wanted her, and she couldn’t accommodate him in the regular way. He had taught her to be gentle and teasing. Now she moved her hand in a slow, sensuous rhythm up and down the thick shaft of flesh, while her other hand tinglingly caressed his heavy balls. She could feel his urgency as his seeking tongue probed her mouth.

“It’s cumming!” Flash blurted suddenly. From a back pocket he pulled a handkerchief. Sally Sue quickly wrapped it over the knob-like head of his cock and stroked him furiously and heard him cry out his completion as Flash ejaculated in her hand. The handkerchief stopped the jetting bursts .of his semen before they could stain her expensive dress but seeped through the thin cloth to soak her fingers as he gasped, “God! I’ve never felt anything like that in my life!”

“I’ll be back in a minute . . . make some coffee,” Sally Sue said. “Don’t go into the back bedroom — you wouldn’t like it, Flash.”

She sprang from the sofa and with the sopping wet handkerchief balled in her hand strode on strangely weakened legs to the front bathroom. The musky sweet scent of his semen filled the small room as Sally Sue quickly rinsed it out in the basin. She saw the thick whitish cum coating her fingers and had an overwhelming urge to touch it with the tip of her tongue, taste it, but fought it down. That might be great for the blonde who was swallowing her husband’s penis . . . but not for Sally Sue!

Now, with her best showbiz grin, she made her way through the pizza parlor, blowing kisses in all directions, and when Terry Claff caught up with her, she winked and made a big circle with her arms, indicating she’d go for a monstro pizza with everything he could think of on it.

“Right on, Sally Sue,” he said happily. “What you can’t eat here goes in the Bowser bag and you got a ready made breakfast!”

She chuckled. Her appetite was well known. She often ate leftover pizza for breakfast. She was never quite sure what might be at home because her personal zoo had somehow organized itself into a continuing forage party. Cheating Cheetah knew how to open the refrigerator. Foul Owl flew in and delicately stole stuffed olives, and things had a way of disappearing. Sometimes, Sally Sue felt she should kick the whole lot of them out on the street, but they were all she had, except her work. It would be terrible to come home and find nobody there. The pets were troublesome, but they were company, and she’d found out that, if she walked down a darkened street with a big Airdale, or the cheetah, nobody was going to molest her. Even the police in their black-and-whites, with their shotguns and machine pistols passed her by, thinking perhaps, that Sally Sue was a bit of a freak, but she had one hell of a big, long-toothed beast to back her up.

Now she went about her business. She needed fifty solid minutes of rap with the teens. It had taken Sally Sue months to establish rapport with them, but now it was mellow, and Sally Sue felt she had nothing to worry about with them. She knew taking a good look at the situation that she must seem to them to be an older woman and, therefore, untouchable, and this gave her a feeling of security. Sally Sue moved from table to table, rapping with the youngsters and enjoying everything but the gnawing ache in her stomach . . . it had been half a day since she’d eaten even a peanut, and she was ravenous. She thought her zoo ate better than she did, but she had a tight time schedule. And they didn’t.

Lucky beasts and birds.

She had nearly an hour to go.

Sally Sue wrapped one interview with a bunch of kids who were into Yoga deeply and then slipped away, switching channels on the transceiver to talk to Stan Oakes.

Stan was young, just out of college, with sandy hair, tall and lean and lusty. He worked at what. was laughingly called an “executive trainee” at the teakettle. This meant he learned to run the mixer, do commercials and sweep the floor. He had hopes of moving into TV, but .no solid connections and not enough experience. From someplace he seemed to get enough money to dress well in mod suits and finance a Ferrari roadster, which he drove fast and well. He collected girls and had been trying to collect Sally Sue Bennett for months. He consented to do the late-night mike only because he could rap with Sally Sue.

“I'm on, honey; down and go,” he said. “Reading you five by five . . . all green and go . . . you need another 23 minutes; grab! I’m cutting; and no strain with letting the bird fly. Okay?”

“Beautiful,” the dark-haired girl said. “I’m starving! Got a monstro pizza working, and I’m gonna eat it all myself, if the zoo doesn’t get to it.”

“Magnifico!” the young man exclaimed. “But put in a Bowser, and I’ll meet you when you wrap the show.”

Sally Sue wanted to say no! She was afraid of wanting a man too much; she could see herself that Stan Oakes wanted her.

But she yielded and softly whispered “Yes,” into the transceiver and then switched channels and went back to work.

It had been so long.

She had to be loved.

Loved? Hell no; she knew what she needed.

A fucking!

Sally Sue Bennett was, above all, a woman.

She thought she would never fall into the trap of marriage again, but she yearned for a man, a warm throbbing cock to fill her empty vagina, someone to cuddle and hold her and then fuck her.

Stan Oakes was younger, and surely, he would find a girl younger than herself finally, but for a time he might satisfy her own carnal desire. She knew she would regret the affair.

But now she needed him!

Even though he was way too young for her, eight years younger. It would be sinful, but she had to have release! Her supple body yearned to be filled with manhood.

Slut! she whispered to herself and went out to wrap the time she needed on the air. Terry Claff knew the limits of her job. The handsome teenage boy wouldn’t shove a steaming pizza at her until she had taped all she needed. And even at his young age, he seemed to sense the demands of her work.

What Sally Sue didn’t know was that Terry was far more sexually educated than herself, despite his youth.

He spent most of his few hours in bed with his older sister, Anne, fucking her out of her mind!

And if he found her away at a party, he would slip into the bedroom of his voluptuous, hot-blooded stepmother, Lorraine, for something delightfully different than Anne, Lorraine would take him in her mouth or in her cunt.

Lorraine, a honey-haired buxom woman yielded quickly to his hot eyes, but was strange to Terry even now. His mother had died while trying to give birth to a stillborn baby conceived while she was in menopause. Within a year, his father married again, and Terry thought it was mostly to have a woman to run the house while he was away, which he was most of the time, involved with his work as a mining engineer.

Anne had been bitter at the time, considering it indecent and an insult to their dead mother, and one night, when the sluicing sounds of their father fucking his new wife kept her awake, Anne had slipped into Terry’s room. Anne was two years older, a slender brunette with thrusting breasts and long, limber legs. She spent a lot of time with guys who rode motorcycles, and they taught her to do a lot of things to please their carnal desires.

Only a few years ago, brother and sister had slept in the same room, sometimes the same bed, as the family moved from one house to another. So it was not unnatural for Anne to slither into Terry’s bed and embrace him, kissing him slowly awake.

But this time, she slid down under the covers, then grasped and stroked his penis.

“Hey!!” he mumbled, half asleep as he felt her lewdly searching fingers. He reached and found warm girl-flesh and embraced it. There were breasts and legs wrapping around him, and he could feel soft hairs on a pussy rubbing against his loins. Awakening, he realized what was going on and tried to free himself. He blurted, “Anne. , . Jesus Christ!”

“Listen . . . listen to THEM!” she whispered. “You know what they’re doing! They’re fucking! I just can’t stand the sound of it . . . thinking of Mom!” With a young but skilled hand, she rolled the fleshy foreskin of his penis up and down and finally guided it between her widespread legs to the softly furred furrow of her eager young cunt. “Get it in me — I need it!” Anne gasped as she felt the weight of his young body pressing her down on the bed. “Fuck me!”

“Hell, I’m your brother!” Terry Chaff blurted.

“Then give me some brotherly love!” the aroused girl gasped. She furiously pulled him down until the head of his iron-hard penis was inside her gaping cuntal lips, and her legs flailed to clutch him, and Terry had no chance to refuse. He jammed himself up into the depths of his sister’s sweetly drenched cunt, and she whispered, “Ooooohhh . . . Fuck meeeee!”

Wildly, she responded and after his heated cum gushed into her tightly clasping pussy and sluiced down her churning ass-cheeks, he fell away from her, exhausted from his first real sexual experience. His panting young sister shifted on the sweat-stained bed and began to kiss and lick his softened male organ. Her ripely budding breasts rubbed his tautened stomach muscles as she sucked teasingly on the head of his sensitive cock.

“Oh, God! This is so far out. . . too much!” the boy moaned. “Jesus! Sis. .

“You talk too much,” she replied, letting his now-resurrected penis escape her ovaling lips for a moment. “Eat me!”

Smoothly, she straddled his surprised young face, bringing her cum-filled cunt down tight to his mouth. When she felt his tongue slither far up her delicate cuntal furrow and delve deep into her, she moaned in ecstasy and sucked his cock ravenously between her own rounded lips.

Terry forgot that this was his sister. For weeks they went on, always when his father was wildly fucking his new wife and wouldn’t be likely to hear their own sluicing sounds. Then his father had to go on another job, and they were left alone with Lorraine. And, inevitably, they were caught by Lorraine on a summer afternoon when she was supposed to be gone until dinner time playing tennis. It happened that her partner was in a minor traffic accident and, couldn’t show up, so she returned home unexpectedly.

Letting herself into the house in her brief tennis dress, she heard the wet, smacking sounds of sex and knew what must be going on. Slipping her sneakers off, she went silently down the hail to Terry’s room and peered through the partly open doorway. She blinked as she saw her stepson wildly jamming himself into his eager older sister, his long thick penis ravishing her tightly grasping pussy! Lorraine heard Anne wildly scream as she reached orgasm and then watched Terry pull his slippery cock out of her cunt and rise over her squirming body. Anne eagerly reached for the rampant spear and gulped it into her mouth, her lips closing on it in a tight, demanding soft oval, her cheeks alternately puffing and contracting, her nostrils flaring as she sucked and moaned in wanton pleasure until the boy jerked furiously and spurted thick streams of rich, hot cum into her throat, fucking furiously into her demanding mouth.

Lorraine slipped away and said nothing, but felt her own body tingling with delight.

That night, when Anne went on a date, she called Terry to her bedroom and confronted him. He blushed furiously, unable to deny his incestuous conduct.

“You know your father would kill you,” Lorraine said.

The boy folded and began to cry. He could not find words to plead for forgiveness, but his young stepmother offered him an escape route. Lorraine had thought carefully. There was something she needed but had never dared to ask her husband Paul to do for her, but now she could make Terry satisfy her.

“Stop that sniveling!” she said sharply. “Take your clothes off!”

“Huh?” the boy gulped, bewildered.

“Your father’s going to be gone for two months,” Lorraine said as she peeled her dressing gown off and stood in splendid nakedness before him. “I don’t plan to stay alone in this room and listen to you fucking your sister . . . and I won’t go out and pick up a man. Keep it all in the family!” She began to tear the clothes from the astounded boy, and as his tight jeans slithered down his legs, Lorraine pushed him onto her big bed, and without wasting a moment, ovaled her lips and enclosed his penis in them, sucking on it furiously until he was long and hard and deep in her throat. Her tongue swirled with unbelievable expertise, bringing him to aching rigidity.

And then his beautiful stepmother rolled off the bed as he was coming on fire. She knelt across it, her sleek thighs lewdly splayed open, her pale-fringed pussy swollen with desire as she reached back to spread the quaking cheeks of her smoothly rounded buttocks with both hands.

“Now!” she moaned. “Now, when you’re good and hard!”

The still astonished boy dropped to his knees behind her. He grasped her writhing hips and, with one urgent lunge, drove his cock to the hilt in her wetly heated cunt.

“Not there! Damn it!” Lorraine cried in frustration. She pulled her ass cheeks even wider and thrust a finger deep into her tiny puckered anus, twisting it around. “Up here!

Unbelieving, the boy withdrew from her hotly clutching pussy as her hand grabbed his pulsating cock and guided it to the tight rubbery ring of her rectum.

“Ram it in!” his stepmother moaned. Terry Claff jammed himself forward and felt resistance, and then the parting of her anal flesh. Her puckering little anus was incredibly tight as she squirmed and humped back, and suddenly he was deeply embedded in her hot spongy flesh, and she was screwing back to absorb all of his throbbing cock. “Eeeeeyyaaahh!! Beautiful! BEAUTIFUL!! !”

After that night, Terry knew all he’d ever have to know about sex. But, in time, problems arose.

Anne fell in love with a Marine drill instructor and told Terry bluntly that the D.I. was fucking her so hard and often, she was no longer interested in continuing their incestuous affair. Occasionally she would yield to him, but not often enough.

To make matters worse, his father’s employers had changed his work assignment so that he was more of an executive and could spend most of his time at home, and Lorraine was afraid they would be caught and sorrowfully ended their affair. Terry was bitter and finally went to his father, politely asking permission to live alone for awhile and see if he could support himself.

Paul Claff, who had struggled for his success, felt any boy had a right to fall on his ass, so he gave permission for a studio apartment, providing Terry pay all his own expenses and keep up good grades in school.

The boy had done this, borrowing the first month’s rent and paying it back to him, and his father thought he was learning about life.

What Paul didn’t realize was that his wife visited the studio at least once a week, lay on her smooth belly and begged his son to give her what she yearned for so much . . . in the ass!

But sex once a week wasn’t enough for Terry, and from the first time he saw Sally Sue, he wanted her with all his virile youth . . . and instinctively he knew she was hurting for a man.

Well, in years he wasn’t a man, but Lorraine and Anne had taught him well. He was sure he could do anything she liked and do it better than the next guy!

In the nights he speculated how she was going to respond if he put his cock in her ass, or mouth, or pussy; even as he was balling a teenybopper who was just learning how to fuck and suck.

None of these giggling teenage girls were really worth a shit in the rack, and no matter how pretty they were, sometimes he had a hard time getting it up.

Terry wanted a woman who knew where it all was!

Like Lorraine.

Like Anne.

Like, maybe, Sally Sue!

And, although nothing had ever happened with them, and he made it a point to be pleasant and respectful every time she came into the pizza parlor and got into her show, he was hot as a forest fire in the piney woods of North Carolina. He sensed Sally Sue was as hung up as he was, and with wisdom beyond his years, he held back, looking for the key.

Now as he watched her circulate through the crowd, he loaded the thin crusted pizza with salami, green peppers, anchovies, sausage, eight kinds of cheese, red peppers and whatever else came to hand and slid it into the burning hot brick oven. It bubbled and rose to perfection.

Terry knew she’d take it home. He wished she’d take him home. Ball his ass off!

But the handsome youngster knew it was too soon . . . he would just have to wait, maybe catch the beautiful girl DJ in the right mood.

And then some clown came in and took her and the pizza away. “Shit!” he said.

3

Sally Sue signed off the show and forgot it. The computer would spin the taped yak-yak, and she was starving as Stan Oakes arrived at Rosie’s. The lovely dark-haired girl was salivating as she smelled the delicious Italian specialties; Darn it, she was hungry!

But this wasn’t the place to eat. They would be pestered by the kids and have no peace, and she needed to relax.

Relax? the girl asked herself. “I need to get laid!”

Even as the thought flashed unbidden through her mind, the lissome girl blushed. How could she even think of such a thing?

Yet she needed love so much, and love was a man, and a man had a penis that had to be satisfied.

Damn that fat old bag!

She knew she would yield. And perhaps it would not be too bad, with Stan. He was tall and slender, not exactly handsome but interesting to a woman, with his sandy hair, cool grey eyes and jutting jaw. She could just close her own violet eyes and enjoy!

Forget he was years younger, barely over twenty, while she was twenty-eight!

Sally Sue, with tears welling heavy in her eyes, decided.

“I have to feed the zoo, so I guess we gotta go,” she said. “Here come de pizza!”

At that moment, Terry arrived with a massive box that from the holes in the top exuded aromatic steam, saying “Hope you dig it, Sally Sue . . . it’s really loaded.”

“They’re always magnifico, Terry,” she said with a grin. “I’m bushed. This I will take home and love, cherish and devour like a tiger!”

With hurt in his eyes, the young boy watched her depart with Stan Oakes. He didn’t know Oakes, but he knew even Sally Sue couldn’t eat that much pizza alone in a week! And taking a good looking guy like Oakes home with her at this hour could only mean one thing.

He was fucking her.

“Shit!” Terry muttered, envisioning Sally Sue’s long sleek legs splaying wide, the guy ramming his prick into her beautiful little cunt and then the legs flailing and wrapping around his heaving back and her ass-cheeks wide open while her pussy sucked on his rod! It was getting to be a bitch, with Anne cutting him off and Lorraine showing up so seldom. He looked around the pizza parlor and fastened his eyes on a teenage girl who had been coming in frequently during the past few weeks. She was pretty, with good legs, a budding bosom and a curly mop of blonde hair. He knew her name was Virgie Green and that she had some sort of job at the supermarket down the street. She’d been on the air several times with Sally Sue. She was always alone, which seemed strange because she was a little doll. He had tried to collect her a few times and gotten nowhere.

Now the boy had a thundering urge to take out his hurt on someone or something. If the cat which hung around for scraps had been handy he thought maybe he’d have kicked it, although he liked the stray and saved scraps for it. And this cute little teeny-bopper had been putting him down, and more than once she had gone out without paying. He saw her head slowly turn as Stan and Sally Sue left. Suddenly he remembered he had a small sausage pizza in the oven for the girl, and he hustled around the counter to pull it from the oven before it burned. As he brought it to the little blonde, he thought he’d make up for the times she hadn’t paid and get rid of his own bad mood by laying a verbal kick on her pretty ass.

“I’m through in about an hour,” he said as he laid the steaming pizza. “You feel like coming to my pad, Virgie?”

Without blinking the teenager looked up at the lean boy with innocent eyes and in a little girl voice asked, “What for?”

“For a fuck . . . the same thing those two just left for!”

Terry, as soon as he blurted out the words, thought she would hit his foul mouth with the oven hot pizza. He knew he deserved it, and he could only gulp when he heard the petite blonde’s reply.

“I thought you’d never ask! Can you make it half an hour?”

“I can make it right now . . . Ralph can run the joint!”

“Half an hour I’m starving,” the young girl with the innocent face said. “And sneak us a couple of sandwiches for after, okay?”

Terry could hardly believe it, and expected Virgie would laughingly give him the finger just before he was ready to split, and not pay the check on the way out. But she was patiently waiting even though it was well over an hour when he was finally able to finish his work.

“You give great head,” he whispered three hours later as she was swallowing his hot cum and licking semen slick lips and crawling up the convertible bed to spear her pink little tongue into his mouth. “Beautiful little cocksucker!”

“You eat pussy pretty good too,” she said, softly chuckling.

Terry cupped a breast, squeezing, and told himself he had made up for the hurt he’d felt when Sally Sue walked out with the tall stud. He’d sure given Virgie more than the guy could ever have given Sally Sue, and there was a lot more to come.

What he didn’t realize was that the little blonde whose mouth was still sweet with his cum had done exactly the same thing for exactly the same reasons.

Virgie Green was in bed with Terry, ready to do anything in the book, only because she was acting out her own frustrations. For she, too, was in love with Sally Sue and was dying to get the disc jockey nakedly spread out in bed.

Sally Sue found herself trembling as she mounted the big BMW 75. The machine scared her, yet she loved it. She had acquired it because the client was a motorcycle shop. The middle-age man who owned it was short of ready cash and had more bikes than he cared to look at. He could pay for time but not talent fees. So in lieu of the cash she would normally had received, Sally Sue accepted the beautiful road bike.

She had found it a great substitute for sex she needed.

Throbbing beneath her as its powerful motor sent it screaming down the road, her long legs tight over the saddle that was humming against the flowering lips of her cunt, she would often cum! The fine leather would be wet with her liquid passion, and by the time she reached home, she would be sopping, and satiated, not wanting ‘to sinfully touch herself between the legs.

But the bike was really a placebo, she realized.

She really needed a rigid penis throbbing far up inside her yearning cunt. And left far gone behind her roaring cycle was Stan Oakes, in a 1956 Chevy that wouldn’t do more than fifty miles an hour if it went over the side of a mountain. Sally Sue cranked the BMW on hard, wanting to get to her apartment a few minutes ahead of the handsome young man, so she could compose herself.

For she was facing an ordeal. This would be the first time she shared a bed with a man since Bob had abruptly gone away, and the long limbed girl didn’t know whether she could go through with it or not — or how to, for that matter. She had never seduced a man in her life and hadn’t the faintest idea of how to go about it without seeming like a common chippie.

She knew Stan wanted her, and maybe she should let him take the initiative. But in the eight months since he’d worked at the station, he’d never made a move, and she was afraid he was likely to be as shy as herself. . . which would leave both of them frustrated, and possibly no longer friends.

Or should she, in desperation, be the aggressor?

As, with long black hair swirling, the voluptuous divorcee leaned the big bike into the drive of her apartment house, she glanced upward at the star flashing sky and saw the moon was full.

It’s the moon, she thought! A full moon is supposed to drive people out of their heads, and I’m that. A werewolf moon — and I’m being a she-wolf!

As she cut the switch and the powerful motor stopped, she had to laugh at herself because her thought had been the same sort of patter she used with a live mike. In the distance she heard a spasmodic coughing exhaust which could only be Stan’s clunker work car. She knew he had a Ferrari, but didn’t like to drive the exotic machine to work, for fear it would be damaged by malicious kids or simply stolen. She wondered where it came from, and how he managed to dress so well on his small salary from the radio station, but there was no time to think of that now. With flashing legs reflecting the moon, she scampered into the apartment house, let herself into her modest pad and quickly peeled off her panties and washed up between her legs. Sally Sue knew that if Stan touched her thighs while she was still sweating with desire, he’d know how easy she’d be, and she wanted him to make slow, teasing love, not realizing that she wanted it more than he did. She knew a man wants to be the conqueror, and in her simple mind thought it would be better for both of them if she pretended to hold back and then yield her pliant body with great reluctance, not showing the passion she really felt until his long hard penis was sunk deep into her burning flesh.

“How can you be like this?” she whispered to herself as she slithered into lavender scented panties. And then she answered her own question, “Because it’s been so darn long!”

The door chimes sounded and Stan was there with the still-hot pizza.

“Come in quick — I’m ready to eat a crocodile with both hands. . . there’s some wine . . . “Sally Sue blurted.

The tall, handsome, sandy-haired man grinned in lewd anticipation as his eyes swept up and down her curvaceous figure. He sensed Sally Sue was hot for his cock. The pizza and wine would just be appetizers. For desert, he would eat her!

It was amazing to watch her devour most of a pizza intended for six people, with only an occasional sip of wine to wash it down as they sat close together on her sofa.

“Aaaahhh . . . now I feel like people again,” she sighed.

Stan Oakes was not feeling comfortable. He had not been prepared for a greeting by a massive shaggy dog and a spotted leopard and a tiny owl which flew down to light on his shoulder. Nor the black and white snake curled in a corner watching him with unblinking eyes. And particularly not for the hawk which swooped in through an open window, grasped a wedge of pizza in his fearsome talons and disappeared.

“Jesus Christ!” he said.

“My friends,” Sally Sue laughed. “They’re harmless.”

“They look mean enough to eat meat,” Stan said. He kissed the raven-haired divorcee and found her mouth softly opening, tasting of pizza. In his strong embrace, he felt her tremble as he leaned on her and pushed her down on the nubby fabric of the living room couch. And then her tongue was twining with his, exploring his mouth as he was delving deep into hers and hearing her sigh of pleasure as her nostrils flared and her body began to undulate against him.

Damn, she was hot for it! He’d never dreamed . . . but Stan knew this was the time to press!

His hand moved up to cup and squeeze her lushly upthrust breast under the thin fabric of Sally Sue’s dress.

“Nooooo . . ." she groaned, but her writhing only increased as the fire began to burn deep in her loins. And then the hand moved lower, over the smooth swell of her hips and between her flexing legs, up the sensitive flesh of her sleek inner thighs and finally teasing fingers were sliding under the lace, of her panties and caressing her sensitive cunt lips and pinching her rising clitoris, Sally Sue felt the weight of him pressing her down, the rigidity of his penis against her quaking belly and with part of her mind determined to fight her carnal desires. She knew she would lose the fight . . . she wanted to lose. .. but had to preserve some of her own image in her mind.

Yet the beautiful long-legged woman knew she wasn’t fooling anybody. She yearned for a man, and now a man was holding her tight and his maleness was unmistakable! And so was the desire she was showing in tenderly kissing him and sucking his tongue deep down her throat, biting his lips as she squirmed and pressed her long-denied body closer and closer to his, grinding her pubic mound against the hot bulge of his crotch. She could hear the panting of her own breath through her flaring nostrils as she wrenched her mouth away and gasped, “Oh, God! Stan . .

“Where’s the bedroom?” he said. “This zoo of yours makes a man nervous.”

He slid the second finger of his right hand into the already wetly heated depths of her fevered young cunt and with his thumb massaged her clitoris while Sally Sue lay in his arms, clutching him tightly.

“I’ll show you,” she managed to mumble through passion-swollen lips. Tears welled from her eyes as she slipped from under his urgent maleness and said, “Stan, I’m really not like this . . . really not. . . but I need . . .

“Everybody needs,” he said.

“Please . . . be slow. . . I’m . . . I’m scared!” Sally Sue sobbed. “Not of you . . . of me!”

“I heard you had a bummer marriage . . . but you bounced back,” the tawny-haired young man said. “If you’re hung up, this is the only way to cure it.” Firmly he shut the door of the bedroom he didn’t want huge dog and rare cat attacking him while he was getting laid. He didn’t want anything interrupting this! He’d almost had a perpetual hard-on since he’d first seen Sally Sue and now, without expecting it, he was going to get his cock in her!

She looked like she’d be a beautiful fuck, but something had to be wrong somewhere, or why would her old man have dumped something so prime, even for money? Jesus, she was beautiful! Huge firm tits, an hourglass waist, and the perfect ass and legs below! At the moment, he didn’t care if she was frigid as an ice cube — which she sure didn’t seem to be from the way she kissed and her quivering little cunt was so juicy when he slid his outstanding middle finger to the hilt in the warmth of her grinding body. He thought for a minute about pushing her to take it in her mouth first and decided against it. Sally Sue was so obviously nervous. It was all coming through. She had to get fucked first, get relaxed. The second time around, she might eat him, with a little bit of urging. He could see the way the beautiful jet-haired woman was trembling in anticipation as he pushed the lock button on the door. She was standing, breathing hard, her proud breasts rising and falling with undeniable excitement, the nipples sharply outlined against the thin fabric of her microdress. And all this was going to be his! Inside his tight trousers, his penis throbbed with the need for her as he managed to say, “I want to take your dress off. Everything off.”

“Yes . .. you’ll have to . . . I can’t do it,” Sally Sue murmured. “I just don’t do this!”

“But you want to,” the tall sandy-haired young man said.

“Yes,” she responded in a whisper. “Oh God, yes!”

Sally Sue closed her eyes as she felt his arms surround her trembling body. Then there was the soft sound of the zipper of her brief dress being pulled urgently downward, and then it was falling away, sliding down the sleek warm flesh of her body. Exposed wantonly to his gaze, she watched as Stan knelt to unlace the thongs of her boots and pull them off. Then, except for the tiny panties, she was naked. And, instants later, his groping fingers were pulling them away from her taut, quivering ass cheeks, yanking them down almost violently, so that she stumbled and fell across the bed, her slender legs splaying wide an instant before the young man was on top of her, his hardened penis pressing long and hot against her nervously vibrating loins.

Abandoning all her long cherished morals, the passionate divorcee found herself clutching Stan tight and shamelessly wanting to have the smooth rigid hardness of his penis deep up inside her love-starved cunt. She knew she was doing wrong but she couldn’t help it — if her pussy wasn’t filled with cock soon, she thought she would go crazy! She’d commit suicide on the BMW, or manage to drive the old MG into a tree wide open.

Wrong as this was, it was better than taking her own life.

Sally Sue wouldn’t intentionally commit suicide, but she was aware of a subconscious urge and desperately feared she might some day yield to it.

Being also a realist, she knew the problem was within herself. Sally Sue loved life but had been repressed during her formative years, and when finally she married and came to know the joys of her own body, she had been rejected. Dumped! Even now she doubted Stan Oakes felt love for her, even as his hands caressed her burning flesh.

Well, she could pretend.

Sally Sue could lie to herself while she gave her nakedly yearning body to this man who was with her on the bed. In that instant she wished there’d been more wine to wipe out her inhibitions. She wished she could give and take without any reservation at all, as some of the teens did. Through her mind flashed a vision of Terry Claff. He was just a teenager, but somehow she sensed the boy knew a lot more about sex than she did, and she had to be twice his age.

Grow up . . . do what you have to do! Sally Sue Bennett silently ordered herself.

Moaning with desire, she reached down to clutch Stan’s probing penis, as she had that night so long ago with Flash. But this time not with the thought of quenching the man’s desire but. her own passionate urge. And then she realized that in her reverie, her wanton daydream, she’d forgotten that while she was completely naked, the lover she had finally accepted was still dressed! Gulping, she blushed and said, “Take off your clothes!”

“Oh, Christ, you’re beautiful!” he panted. In seconds he shed his clothes and his urgently rigid cock sprang from his body, swinging free, the melon-like testicles swollen with semen below it. “I’m going to fuck you all night!”

“Yes . . .” Sally Sue murmured, unable to take her eyes from the huge cudgel which would in minutes be fulfilling her shamefully carnal needs. She didn’t want Stan Oakes as a person. He was too close to the age Bob had been when he married her, and she sensed that if a real affair developed, he too would hurt her. Sinful as it might be, Sally Sue thought she would rather have a much younger mate, one who hadn’t been around long enough to enslave her. She didn’t want to dominate, but she didn’t think she could endure being broken again. She thought of she young pizza house waiter, Terry. Now, he had the growth of a man and seemed to have a drive inside himself . . . and Sally Sue knew he had eyes for her. He was so young . . .

It would really be a sin . . . but she could dream.

But the throbbing penis in her tightly grasping fingers was no dream. It was manhood, and she was woman, even if confused. Closing her deep violet eyes, she stroked it, feeling the fleshy foreskin roll over the bulbous rubbery head and the hot pulsing in the thick veins. Drops of preseminal fluid oozed from the tiny hole at the tip and smeared her palm and she trembled in eagerness.

Sally Sue had to have it in her!

Later she surely would repent. She might find a church and silently pray for forgiveness of her carnality. But at the moment, the hot throbbing penis delicately stroked by her grasping fingers was all that mattered.

She tried to pull the huge mushroom shaped head into the widely flowering lips of her pussy. But Stan drew back.

“You said slow, remember?” he said. grinning lewdly. “Let me decide when you’re ready.”

“You know I’m ready!” the passionate divorcee groaned in protest, thrusting her wetly hungering pussy up with a shamelessness that surprised her. But Stan, instead of plunging his thick shaft of flesh into her pleading body, grasped the heaving mounds of her breasts and squeezed them, massaging the pliant flesh while his lips came down on the upthrust nipples and tantalizingly sucked them alternately, his teeth nibbling. Sally Sue’s wantonly open body surged feverishly beneath him as unbelievable tingles of sensual arousement swept through her straining loins. In moments, all doubts left her, all thought of guilt. Tightly she wrapped an arm around Stan’s neck as wild with desire she again tried to bring the warm, blood-swollen head of his cock to her dilated cunt and she whispered, “Please . . . now . . . put it . . .in!”

But again he tantalizingly denied Sally Sue, thinking the harder she was forced to beg for it, the better it would be. The heavy spear of his penis slipped from her slick, grasping fingers and slid into the crease of her lewdly open ass cheeks, and Sally Sue groaned in frustration as she felt the rubbery knob momentarily against the sensitive tight little rose of her anus.

And then he had his penis in his own hand and was teasingly rubbing it up the full length of her flowering cuntal slit, arching his back, just letting her feel the delicious sensations of his pulsing cockhead on the lust-swollen lips of her twitching pussy. He jerked his slender hips forward and she felt the head parting her long-chaste vulva — and then stopping!

“Oh my God!” the aroused raven-haired beauty cried out as her long sleek legs imprisoned his hovering body. A wanton, sluttish decision flashed into her mind. She’d make Stan stop this driving her crazy! The groping fingers of her right hand again closed over his rampant spear, and furiously she began to masturbate him. In seconds he was yielding, surging down with his strong young body as Sally Sue shamelessly positioned the mushroom shaped head of his cock at the portal of her steaming vaginal opening. She gasped as, for the first time in years, a maleness was tautly spreading her sensitive lips, and she sighed, “Ooooooohhhhhh!”

And then she screamed softly as the hot tip of his rigid shaft actually penetrated her cunt. It was like the first time with Bob . . . he was just too big!

“Aaaaaauuuuugggggghhhhhhh!!!“ Sally Sue moaned. “Slow!”

But she had inflamed him too much by then. Straining, Stan jammed himself a fraction of an inch at a time into her sorely stretched pussy, feeling her resisting inner flesh being swept away in great rippling waves by his rampant cock head.

Sally Sue twisted and cried out softly at the pain as the huge pulsating rod relentlessly impaled her, thrusting deep up into her defenselessly quaking belly. And with a final lunge, his hands grasping her shoulders and holding her helpless, Stan surged to the absolute depths of her feverishly throbbing cunt, the head of his cock slamming against her cervix as his cum-filled balls smacked against her obscenely spread ass-cheeks. He lay heavily on Sally Sue and rhythmically flexed his penis in the tight wet sheath of her pussy.

“Oooooohhhhhhh!!!” Sally Sue groaned, rocking from side to side, feeling incredibly filled. Slowly the flexing became pleasurable as the pain diminished and, with a sigh, she again locked her long sleek legs around the back of her lover. She arched her back and ground her pubic mound that was covered with soft curly hair up and felt the thick base of his hotly throbbing cock scraping against the tenderness of her clitoris. Slowly he began to fuck in and out of her quivering pussy, the length of his long hard penis almost withdrawn before being slammed back inside her now eager young body. Soon she was running her hands up his back to tightly clasp him around the neck as she softly chanted, “Aaaaaahhhhh . . . Yessss . . . Ooooohhhh! Deeper! You feel gooooodddddd!!!!”

“Jesus, you’re right!” the straining man claimed as with all his strength he fucked deep into her wildly bucking cunt. “What a tight little pussy!”

“You’re filling me so . . . Ooooohhhhh . . .” Sally Sue cried out, clasping the straining man tighter. For the first time in her life she realized what the word “screwing” meant, because with each lunging penetration of her vaginal passage, Stan was having to grind his hips and ream his way into her dripping cunt. And he was good, perhaps even better than Bob had been. Beneath him she bucked like a wild woman as the soft hairy mouth of her pussy devoured his maleness wantonly.

Oh, it had been so long God forgive her carnal needs — it was GOOD!

And yet nothing was happening inside her straining, sweating body.

Every few minutes it seemed the liquid fire would begin to flow deep in her loins and her clitoris would tinge . . . and then the exquisite sensation dissolved into nothing more than the pleasure of having a penis in her once more.

Time after time it happened as her lover of the night tirelessly fucked her and she urgently responded. She had no idea how long it went on before finally his semen-loaded balls exploded and his cock swelled and spurted his impatient cum deep up into her quaking belly, flooding her so that thick streams of the heated fluid oozed from her clutching cunt lips and poured in a silver river down the wide-spread cheeks of her trembling buttocks. Sally Sue held him tight, crying softly.

So many times she had almost cum . . . only to fail!

Softening, he drew back from her embrace, and with one glance into his eyes, she realized he knew even before he spoke hoarsely.

“You didn’t cum.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Not your fault,” she whispered as she drew him down and appeasingly kissed his eyes and ears and finally his lips. “No one could have been better . . . it’s me! Stan, that was the first time in years . . . I’ve been hung up. Inside, I’m not the girl on the Sally Sue Show . . . I don’t know what girl I am. It was so good . . . but my head isn’t bolted on right, or something. But at least I took the first step. Next time . . . Maybe . . .

“Maybe I know a way to spring your head out of its cage,” he said. “Let’s see!”

Before Sally Sue realized what was happening he was sliding down her sweat-glistening body and between her splayed legs Frozen with surprise, she was unable to react before his long, wet tongue was laying her cum-seeping cuntal lips, then alternately flickering like the wings of a butterfly over the still distended bud of her clitoris and then plunging deep into the very depths of her softly trembling pussy.

“Aaaaaauuuggghhh!!! Noooooo — nothing like that!” the raven-tressed divorcee cried out, struggling. Finally, in desperation, she grasped his ears in long taloned fingers and twisted them painfully as she writhed out of his grasp. She felt his powerful fingers slip from the smooth roundness of her quivering ass cheeks as Stan Oakes slid from the bed. “Nobody’s ever . . . she muttered.

“Somebody should have,” he said curtly, wiping a trickle of blood from his left ear. Angry, he stood and then began pulling his clothes on quickly. “What did you do? Grow up in a convent?”

It was a shot in the dark, for Sally Sue had never told anyone connected with her job. Now she began to cry softly as she rolled onto her smooth belly, the firm conical mounds of her breasts flattening on the sheet. She was blaming herself, not the young studio engineer. He had only wanted to give her pleasure in a way she knew most people seemed to take great delight, and she had put him down. He was slipping into his sports jacket, with one hand on the doorknob when she turned on her side and softly called to him.

“Stan . . please don’t be angry. It was like . .. well, like too much too soon . . and feel lousy because I know it was for me and not you. Can I have some time to adjust, or do I get bleeped?”

He waited a long half minute before saying, “You’re worth some time, Sally Sue.”

“Thank you,” she said humbly. “Kiss goodnight?”

He kissed her, but only his lips touched her, and his tongue didn’t seek hers. And then he was gone, letting himself out. The front door clicked shut quickly as both the big dog and Cheatin’ Cheetah growled simultaneously.

For hours Sally Sue lay awake, despite her weariness, wondering just what was wrong with her.

Stan had been more than any woman could have hoped for in bed, particularly one as love-starved as herself. It had been pleasurable having his long thick cock filling her emptiness, yet she had been unable to reach the climax she desperately needed.

Yet, she could cum when the BMW was cranked on, throbbing and pulsing between her legs. Was this just a very expensive way of mechanical masturbation, or the death wish?

And in those furious minutes when his mouth had been glued tightly to her cum-filled pussy, sucking as his tongue laved her lewdly — SHE HAD FELT A WANTON, UNFORGIVABLE DESIRE TO LET HIM CONTINUE!

She was certain that in minutes, his deft tongue would have given her the renewal of her long suppressed sexuality that his admittedly magnificent penis hadn’t.

Sally Sue had been exposed to bits and pieces of psychology when in school and well realized that few things are as dangerous as having a little bit of knowledge. But now she wondered if subconsciously she was somehow connecting Stan Oakes with Bob.

There was a slight physical resemblance —both were tall and lean, and although Bob had been dark and Stan was sandy-haired, there was something of the same smoothness about them. Both lived beyond their apparent incomes, and Stan was just about the same age Bob had been when they were courting.

Sally Sue Bennett sadly decided in the dark of night she’d had one trip through hell and didn’t intend to buy a ticket for a second.

But the night had finally made her face the fact that she had to have a man.

One to whom she would be precious.

Someone young, perhaps, who hadn’t developed bad habits.

The morality of the case was something she would have to appraise when she saw the situation . . .

4

While there were fringe benefits to Sally Sue Bennett’s job, there were also fringe duties to be performed, none of which she particularly minded, as it gave her a chance to get out and meet people. She knew this was something she should do, because it was not healthy to be just broadcasting from a bar like the Trap and a pizza joint. Because of her raven-haired beauty she was the only public relations asset aging Harold Eaton had for his radio station. Sally Sue had not yet realized that if she quit, she would take about seventy percent of his sponsors with her. She had no idea of her own power.

She was called upon to do everything from narrating fashion shows to opening pancake houses or, properly attired in next to nothing, turn the first spade of dirt for a new freeway.

On this day, she was stuck with being auctioneer at a bring-and-buy sale for the benefit of the local animal refuge. Scores of people had brought useful items they no longer needed or wanted. Merchants had contributed everything from TV sets to Tiffany lamps and paperback books. Hundreds, possibly a thousand, prospective buyers crowded) the stage and pawed through the stalls, seeking bargains and looking for a free show.

Sally Sue Bennett gave it to them in the hot sun.

She appeared on stage in a micro mini, flashing her professional smile. To her left walked the huge Airdale dog. On her right, the cheetah. Neither were on leads, and some nervous spectators moved back to what they thought was a safe distance.

“Let’s hear it for the animals who’re going hungry!” she said exuberantly into the mike. “This is all tax deductible, you understand, so when the basket passes, be generous, please! Hey! Somebody’s AWOLooose, as they say in the Army! Come on, dirty bird!”

As Sally Sue spoke she slipped a heavy leather gauntlet onto her left hand and held it high, meanwhile spinning a thick’ chunk of meat on a leather thong over her head. Seconds later the red-tailed hawk dropped like a plummet from his orbit overhead, his steel-like talons clutching her wrist while he hungrily consumed the meat with a razor sharp beak.

Smiling, she held the bird aloft to applause, hoping the blood wouldn’t show. The hawk never missed, but she’d been careless in fastening the gauntlet and one of his talons had penetrated her wrist. But the show had to go on. And she was stuck with the semi-wild bird, because he wouldn’t go to anyone else.

Well, the show did go on. It was on radio and TV too. She would shut her mind to the pain, and if a little blood showed, maybe the people would pay higher prices. People liked to see blood, Sally Sue knew. She fixed the professional smile again.

“You can find thousands and thousands of goodies in the stalls, all donated by friends of the animals, and you can have any or all at a fraction of their worth! Now, ordinarily, we wouldn’t show anything like this so early, but here’s an old piano that came from a famous house I can’t really say home — in Virginia City, Nevada. It dates back to the days of the fabulous Comstock lode, and we’ve even got the last professor who played it while the cartwheels were dropping and the champagne was popping . . . haul that bear out of its cave, you guys!”

An ancient upright piano, gilded with silver was pushed on stage. Terry Claff was one of the pushers. Then a man who had to walk with the aid of a blackthorn cane followed, in derby hat, sleeve garters and high shoes. His body seemed to be arthritic until he sat on the stool, and then his fingers danced as, still holding the tightly clutching hawk, Sally Sue Bennett smoothly swung up to sit with dimpled knees crossed on its top. With an undistinguished but husky voice she sang some Gay ‘90’s songs, then switched to “You Made Me What I Am Today”.

To thunderous applause, which she honestly thought was for her legs rather than her voice, she bounced to the floor, with traveling mike in one hand and hawk in the other and started the hard sell.

“We have a minimum bid of a thousand dollars on this old pianner, people. That from the owner, who anonymously donated it . . . and the lucky high bidder will be buying a bit of Western history . . . now, we can’t spend all afternoon at this, because there are so many other goodies, so each offer will have to be in the amount of one hundred dollars or more! Do I hear fifteen hundred? I do. bless you, sir!” said Sally Sue pointing vaguely to the rear of the crowd. “How about two — do I hear two! I DO! Lots of history lovers here, I guess! You, the handsome guy in the second row, did you say twenty-five? No? Would you settle for twenty-four . . . come on, let’s pump it up for the puppy dogs and pussycats . . . and there’ve been a lot of pussycats parked on that piano . . . who’s that said three thou? Oh, thank YOU! Now all we need is Howard Hughes . . . Don’t throw beer bottles at the professor — he’s playing as fast as he can! You said what . . . What . . . thirty-four hundred dollars! Mister, you’re trying to buy on the cheap! Do I hear four thousand . . .”

Finally, to her amazement, the old piano went for nearly six thousand dollars. And then she had to go on with other things, but it was a beautiful start and had people in a bidding mood.

Then as some youngsters were pushing the piano away and Sally Sue had a moment to take a breath while the next items for sale — a collection of watercolors — were being displayed she felt the wetness on her arm. It was red with blood from the talons of the now peaceful hawk.

“I’ll take him, Sally Sue.”

The dark-haired divorcee looked around to find Terry Claff beside her. He had a leather sheath on his arm and a thick glove.

“He’s dangerous,” she warned.

“So is bleeding to death,” the dark-haired boy said as he extended his arm. With misgivings, Sally Sue eased the big bird from her wrist and onto his. The hawk snapped his beak, but didn’t bite and settled down, apparently content. “If you have a cage, I’ll put him in it while you see a doctor.”

“In the trunk of the MG . . . you know the one, I think. Lock it, okay?”

“Right on,” he said, and went away with the bird.

A doctor at the first aid station whistled softly and then went about repairing the damage the hawk’s talons had done. it was not serious, he told Sally Sue, but she should not use her hand for several days. He gave her some shots and she went back to finish the auction. She felt no pain, only euphoria. She knew she’d never be able to do her regular show this night, and was thankful she had several hours of tape in the well. The long-limbed divorcee was near to collapse when finally, with the cheetah and Airdale, she made her way back to the MG, only to find Terry waiting.

Under the influence of the drugs the doctor had given her, Sally Sue seemed to have airplane props spinning in front of her eyes. She tried to get behind the wheel and fell across the seat. Young Terry Claff caught her before her face hit the gear shift and pulled her into the right hand seat. He picked up the keys which had spilled from Sally Sue’s hand onto the floor of the car and got it started.

“What. . . ?” she mumbled as the motor roared and the two big animals jumped into the rear compartment. They loved to ride. “I feel funny, Terry.”

“Sure . . . the medic loaded you with dope and then didn’t take your car keys. You’d kill yourself. I’ll drive you to your pad, Sally Sue.”

“Oh, thank you, Terry,” she whispered. It was so good to have a nice young boy look after her. “You’re nice . . .”

When they arrived, it wasn’t a matter of Sally Sue inviting young Terry in for a sandwich and Coke out of gratitude — the medication, combined with the scorching sun had left her unable to navigate, and the boy had to lift her from the car and steady her while she got her legs to function. Then, his arm tight around her tiny waist, he walked her to her apartment. She swayed and stumbled against him and suddenly his big hand was cupping her breast. In her narcotic euphoria, Sally Sue wanted it to remain there.

Once inside, where the air conditioner was keeping a comfortable temperature — it must have been thirty degrees below the outside reading — Sally Sue’s body seemed to come on fire. Yet her mind was bell-clear, racing like it had the one time she experimentally smoked a pipe of hashish. The effect on her brain had been so startling she never touched any form of dope again. She even resisted medication by a doctor, and wouldn’t have allowed the medic today to inject her until he firmly told her she faced a good chance of tetanus. And then before she realized what was happening, a succession of needles had been slipped into her arm and one, embarrassingly enough, straight into her curvaceous buttocks, accompanied by a slap to make her relax . . . or so the medic claimed.

“The Doc said he shot you for everything,” Terry said as he steadied Sally Sue on her feet, his hand still grasping her breast, his fingers now closed on the rising nipple.

“Old bad joke — if I had as many sticking out of me as stuck in me, I’d look like a porcupine,” she managed to say. “Oooh, I’m sweaty! Terry, I’ve got to clean up. . . and with all that dope in me, I’m afraid to be alone until it wears off. Would . . . would you stick around . . . and if you’re not afraid of my pets, feed them? Everything’s set out in the small fridge, labeled. Nothing for the snake, he only eats every two days. Could you?”

“Jeez, I forgot the hawk!” he said. “Sure.”

The lean, tall boy hurried out to retrieve the hawk from his carrier in the back of the car, jubilant. Finally he was going to get close to Sally Sue Bennett, and she was vulnerable, loaded with medication. If she didn’t come out of it too quick, she was going to get the fucking of her life! He lifted the cage from the trunk of the MG and freed the hawk, dodging as it flapped its way to the top of a nearby tree and glared malevolently at him. When he returned, he heard bath water running. He wanted to voyeuristically slip the door open and catch a glimpse of Sally Sue’s completely naked body, but restrained himself. If he was lucky, he’d have more than just a look! He found the pet food and fed her zoo and waited long after the water stopped, the splashing ended and nothing was happening!

Sally Sue had intended to shower, but twice she stumbled and decided that a tub bath would be wise, and probably more relaxing. She ran cool water and carefully eased herself into it, slowly soaping the smooth curves of her slender, high-breasted body. It was a strange interval. Her mind was sharp, but her body movements so languorous. Every one of her millions of nerve ends seemed to be charged with static electricity. Her soap-slick fingers slid over the soft lips of her pussy and she thought she would jump out of the tub!

Wryly she thought whatever that first aid Doc had given her he should bottle the combination, market it and be a millionaire in a year! As she lay back in the rippling water, she thought of the young boy who had been kind enough to take care of her when she couldn’t care for herself, and how it would be to make love with such a handsome, considerate youngster.

Degenerate! she murmured, condemning herself for even thinking of such a thing with a teenager half as old as herself.

Resolutely she rinsed and crawled from the sunken tub and furiously toweled herself dry. She looked for something to wear. Her dress and panties were heady with the smell of her body and already shoved into the laundry hamper, and there was nothing else at hand but a terrycloth beach robe. Trembling, she pulled it over her starkly naked body, belting it, and then quickly slipped into her bedroom, thinking to find something modest, like jeans and a loose old shirt.

The dizziness hit her as she was rummaging in the closet, and Sally Sue barely had time to turn and fall across her bed before slipping into a twilight faint.

When she recovered, she discovered with scarlet-faced shame that unconsciously her hands had pulled her robe open. One squeezed her left breast, and the other was slowly, sensuously investigating the soft warmth of her cunt as she lay with legs lewdly stretched wide open. Still not fully aware, she shoved a finger into her seething pussy and twirled it, seeing herself obscenely reflected in the mirror.

She groaned and then screamed softly as the narcotic-induced reaction began to happen. Like a storm at sea, her orgasm began to surge deep in her loins and she cried out, “Eeeeeeeyyyasss!!!”

And suddenly young Terry was rushing through the door, his face showing fear and concern for her. Sally Sue froze as if she’d been caught by the shutter of a camera, still groaning softly, shame flooding her.

“Oh, WOW!” the boy said.

Before she could react and pull her dripping fingers from her steaming cunt, with the agility of a snake he stripped off his clothes, seemingly in one smooth motion. His heavy young cock, throbbing with adolescent desire, jerked as its thick veins pulsed with blood. His balls swung heavy in their sac at its base and the youngster’s eyes were ravenous as he dropped onto the bed beside the lovely raven-haired divorcee and grasped her in his arms.

“Ooooohhhh . . . Terry! Nooooo!!!” Sally Sue tried to protest, but her body was betraying her and she was holding him close and searching for his mouth with her own, her tiny pink tongue flickering even as she felt his hand move over her smooth quaking belly to fasten on her trembling breast. And she knew her long, sleek legs were opening to his other hand as weakly she managed to protest, “We shouldn’t!”

He wordlessly rolled her onto her back and, crouching between her wantonly clutching legs, began to lave the upstanding tiny buds of her tingling nipples, sucking and nibbling, while Sally Sue could only moan with mounting desire.

She had never been as aroused as this . . .NEVER!!!

Weakly she tried to fight her burning carnal desire but knew the battle had been lost before it began. This was all wrong! What she had done with Stan Oakes was bad enough, but at least he was an adult, not a child! But, she knew, feeling the long, hot rigidity of Terry’s male flesh rubbing her belly, searching for her loins, this was no child either! In years he might be, but not physically. Sally Sue had never been so hot in her life! He could do anything he wanted with her — as long as he wanted! Just so long as he filled her desire-flooded pussy.

“Terrry . . . oh . . . God! Terry!!!” she gasped.

For his mouth had left her wildly tingling breast just as his lingual contact was about to make her cum furiously, and his tongue was slashing like a wet sword down her nakedly heaving body as his broad shoulders pressed her straining legs wide open, exposing the glistening pink lips of her pussy. Raising her head, Sally Sue saw and felt his fingers spreading her tender, hair-lined cuntal slit. . . and then his tanned young face disappeared between her thighs and she felt his tongue licking at her vagina.

Delicate as the wings of a butterfly, his tongue fluttered up and down her pulsing pussy mouth, and she thought of a hovering hummingbird as the wet, hot tip blurred over and around her aroused clitoris just before his saliva-slick lips closed over her tiny nerve button and began to suck. At the same moment, she felt his fingers delve into the soft sweaty crease of her widely stretched ass-cheeks, and begin teasing her sensitive anus!

This was the unspeakable thing Stan Oakes had tried to do . . . and then it had been revolting to Sally Sue.

Now, it was the most wantonly desirable thing that had ever happened to her. With wide violet eyes she watched the young boy’s head bobbing up and down at her feverishly throbbing pussy, felt his tongue swirl like a snake into the heated depths of her cuntal passage and saw her softly furred mound drawn up inside his voraciously sucking mouth.

The liquid sounds of oral sex filled the room. Sally Sue completely abandoned what she had been before. With a fury, she locked her thrashing legs over his shoulders, imprisoning his young face and even raised up, offering herself in shameless invitation, as Terry’s slithering tongue plunged downward between her undulating ass-cheeks and began to lave the tight little ring of her anus, finally thrusting deep inside!

“Ummmmmmmm!!!” she moaned, grinding lewdly against his searching mouth, and almost crying out in disappointment when his tongue shifted back up to her wetly flowering pussy again. With his mouth glued to her electrified clitoris, Terry slipped first one, then two, and finally three fingers deep into her quivering cuntal passage and began to finger fuck her tender flesh. For a moment Sally Sue’s body went rigid and then began to buck uncontrollably as she screamed at the top of her lungs, “My God! I’m CUMMMIIIINNNGGG!!!”

The sweet, sticky juice of her loins flowed into the boy’s gulping mouth, and Sally Sue thought it would never stop. She thought it would drive her insane! Wildly she pulled his head up to her wetly steaming hot cunt, and her long, smooth thighs shuddered and quaked with the intensity of her orgasm.

The ravished divorcee was reaching ever higher peaks of carnal ecstasy when suddenly the teenage boy broke from her frantic grasp and mounted her even as her pussy was grinding upward.

With a single violent lunge he buried his virile young penis to the hilt in her wildly sucking cunt.

“Aaaayyyyeeee!!!” Sally Sue cried out in surprised pleasure.

She felt her tender flesh rippling, making way for his hot, mushroom shaped cock-head and his thick, heavy-veined shaft. His semen-loaded balls smacked against her distended ass cheeks and the mingled cum and saliva that coated her pubic hairs soaked his as he ground his pelvis down into her jerking body.

The surprise came not from the suddenness of the entry, but from the fact it hadn’t hurt! It felt more beautiful than anything she could have imagined! Young Terry Claff seemed to be as big as Bob had been and Stan Oakes, but even though Sally Sue had been willing: and even eager, there had always been pain. But this mere boy had prepared her so well that all she could feel now was pure, wanton sensual pleasure!

Was it what he’d done to her with his mouth — or the drugs? She didn’t know, but she did know that she was still cumming more furiously than ever in her life, and wanted it never to stop.

Clamping him tightly with long legs and clawing his back red with passionate scratches, Sally Sue Bennett fucked as she had never fucked before. She rocked and rolled on the bed, lewdly crying out her desire, and took delight in watching her loins wantonly heave up, the tightly clasping lips of her cunt devouring his reaming thick penis like a savage mouth.

Terry felt like he had been caught in a sweet vise of velvet flesh. Anne had never been this good . . . or Lorraine either! And the teenagers were in a minor league completely. The youth held back, wildly ramming his throbbing penis into the passionate older woman, seeing her soft cuntal flesh moving in and out with each violent stroke, feeling her warm resilient breasts scraping frantically against his chest. Jesus, she was a hot one! He’d never had a chick cum so hard and long. The damn bed was sopping with her juice, and every time he jackhammered into her, more of her liquid passion squirted from her pussy. Sally Sue was groaning and damn near ripping the skin off his violently humping back; to hell with that, though, he could always grow more skin, but a piece of ass like this was one in a million!

Tight! Unbelievable! He vowed to fuck the lovely violet-eyed disc jockey until she was begging for mercy, but found out this was impossible. She was insatiable!

“Gonna CUM!” Terry finally had to blurt. “NOW!”

With a cry of pleasure, Sally Sue Bennett clutched her teenage lover tighter and wildly screwed her orgasming pussy up to his impaling cock, feeling it thicken and become even more rigid . . . and then there was the hot spurting of semen deep in her striving cunt as her internal muscles spasmed and milked the jerking rod of flesh that had given her so much pleasure. She felt his heated cum stream like white lava from her vagina; it coated her thighs and ass cheeks as their tightly locked bodies trembled together.

She was unable to find any words. She could only reach between and gently caress his now empty balls while she lingeringly kissed the panting boy, slipping her tongue deep into his mouth.

Later, she’d have to talk with him . . . later.

5

Nothing seemed to be going right for little Virgie Green. All her churning teenage sexual desires were being frustrated. The petite blonde with pouting mouth and still budding breasts had endured a bad year.

First she had been virtually raped by a college freshman at a drive-in movie after she had teased him too far, thinking deep kissing would be enough. But in the end he’d pulled her panties down, dragged her onto an old mattress in the back of his station wagon, pried her legs apart and fucked her painfully. Well, not “painfully” after the first minute or two, but the ruthlessly reaming penis hadn’t given her much pleasure either, and for a time she had retreated into herself shyly, not dating, not taking any part in the frantic activities of her senior class in high school where she had formerly been one of the leaders.

Finally her auburn-haired swimming instructor, a statuesque athletic woman of thirty named Miss McCoy — who was a confirmed lesbian — invited Virgie to her little cottage for an after-swim snack. Although she was employed in the physical education department, Arlene McCoy was well on her way to a master’s degree in clinical psychology, and it took her only an hour, plus a lemonade well spiked with vodka Virgie never tasted, to get the full story. Soon she had the teenage blonde writhing in wild abandon in bed. And then it was only a short step to initiating her into returning the pleasure and even being the aggressor. She implanted in the young girl’s mind a firm conviction that men were out to do nothing but exploit women.

And then, Arlene had left for a summer course, and Virgie was without a girl lover. She was afraid to make advances to any of the girls she knew in this comparatively small town.

But she found Sally Sue Bennett irresistible . . . she had to have her, by fair means or foul. And nobody could question her hanging around the pizza parlor and getting into a rap session with Sally Sue — all the teens did it.

She went with Terry Claff the night Sally Sue was picked up by Stan Oakes only out of frustration. It was pleasant, but a mechanical thing, having his hard thrusting cock in her warmly throbbing cunt. It sure wasn’t anything like Miss McCoy’s tongue!

She had driven her father’s station wagon, loaded with stuff cleaned out of the garage, to the pet benefit show just to see Sally Sue. She salivated when the dark haired divorcee perched on the piano with her short dress stretched so high on her smooth legs that the soft hemispheres of her ass-cheeks were exposed, and when Sally Sue moved, the tight little panties she wore stretched and the dark curly hairs that fringed her tight cuntal slit flashed for an instant.

God, how Virgie wanted to taste that cuntal flesh . . . just once!

She had hoped to get Sally Sue aside and maybe get something started. Thinking back, she’d only seen the ravishing Di go with one man. Just as, over reacting, she’d put out for Terry that night. Sally Sue Bennett might feel the same desires as herself, Virgie thought . . . hoped.

And then, damn it, a stinking bird had ruined it all! Terry was obviously taking Sally Sue home — a drugged Sally Sue.

If ever she’d had a chance, this would have been the time.

Well, she could see what went on. She followed the MG and then was frustrated because she could not get a view through the windows of the apartment and had to wait for hours before the damn boy finally left — driving Sally Sue’s sports car.

Virgie followed him home at a discreet distance and watched Terry park the MG in front of his studio apartment and go inside. She waited until she was sure he wouldn’t be leaving and then went home, her young cunt empty and burning. She lay in bed awake for a long time, making feminine plans, discarding one, thinking of another, until she had it all plotted.

She was delighted to hear on the radio the next day that the Sally Sue Show wouldn’t be broadcast live for two days because the girl DJ was undergoing medical treatment. That evening, after finishing her stint at the supermarket handing out samples of various snacks that were being pushed by the chain, Virgie Green returned to the pizza parlor determined to do anything she had to do to reach Sally Sue through Terry. While Virgie Green was only seventeen and looked younger, she was gifted with a quick, analytical mind. She was sure that unaided she would never have a chance with Sally Sue. At this point, she surely couldn’t blackmail her, for she had nothing but suspicions to go on.

Well, then she’d use Terry, even if it meant giving herself to him again. She’d hit him right between the eyes.

As he brought her a bowl of minestrone soup and a meatball sandwich the slender little blonde tauntingly said. “How’s your girlfriend feeling? I thought you might take the night off to comfort her . . . again. Is her wrist better?”

“What the hell!” the tall youth blurted, almost dropping the tray.

“It was almost five hours you consoled Sally Sue — I bet your father would love to know that!”

She read the sudden fear on his face. For Terry knew if his old man got wind of it, there would go the apartment and his independence, and he’d be back intolerably close to his beautiful stepmother — and his sister. What in the hell could the pale haired vixen be up to? Sure, she’d gone with him once but shown no interest in a return bout. He doubted it was jealousy as he managed to say, “What’s the number?”

“You wouldn’t want to talk about it here,” Virgie said. “I’ve got wheels. I’ll pick you up when your shift is done.”

She let him sweat. The adolescent was trembling when he finally left the pizza house and got into the station wagon. Tantalizingly Virgie remained silent as she drove directly to his tiny apartment. Damn, it was nice to see him sweat!

And then, with the door closed and bolted behind them, she made the mistake of overstating her case, claiming to have seen what happened. Terry Claff knew then she was lying, for it would have been physically impossible for anyone to have peered into the window as Virgie Green claimed she had. For one thing, it was far too high for her. For another, the only window happened to open onto the fenced exercise area for the Airdale and cheetah, and he’d turned both animals into it after feeding them, and he doubted little Virgie would have dared to enter the enclosure. All she knew was that he’d spent a long time there. She could, of course, start rumors. The youth decided he must get to the bottom of this.

“You little bitch, you’re lying!” He went on to explain why he was sure of this and concluded, “Why?”

Virgie decided her own best chance lay in a turnabout — maybe she could join forces with Terry. She decided to hit him with the shocking naked truth.

“Because I want the same thing you do — Sally Sue!” the petite blonde admitted calmly. “I’m a lesbian! Now don’t blow your cool, Terry . . . let me finish. You fucked her I know that. Do you think you’ll ever have a chance again? She was doped out of her mind, remember? Even if you did her good, she’d be afraid of the wild scandal and losing her job if it came out, right? So unless you have a lever, you won’t get any more, and you better believe! Now, you can be my lever and I’ll be yours. I’ll lay it on her hard and scare her into bed, and then you can do the same in reverse.”

“You mean share,” responded Terry, who was not slow to catch an idea. The little blonde might be queer, but she could sure think fast. Funny about her being les. The night that they’d gotten together, he’d never have suspected. Instantly he decided to go along, but make Virgie pay a price, sort of put a down payment on the package. “Maybe . . . what do you want to know? And how bad?”

“Everything that happened . . . but nothing made up. It would blow the whole scene to go to her and tell her she did something she didn’t do. That would fuck us both up.” Virgie took a deep breath and said, “I suppose I’ll do anything.”

With a grin of combined lust and triumph, the boy led her to the open sofa bed. He lay on it, zipped his fly open and slipped his pants and shorts down. His fully erected cock sprang out at a sharp angle from his loins. Virgie stared at it in revulsion as he looked mockingly, challengingly at her. She knew she had to do what he wanted and steeled herself for the ordeal. Slowly she knelt beside him and made herself take the long spear of flesh in her tiny hand and roll the foreskin down. The reddish, bulbous head seemed to fill her, vision and her sensitive fingertips could feel Terry's heartbeat. Her hand could not encircle the base where it extended from the curly mass of hair.

The lesbian girl had unwillingly done this for him the other night. Then, it had been necessary for Terry to teach her, and he'd virtually tortured her into the oral act, performing cunnilingus on her as eagerly as Miss McCoy until Virgie was on the verge of cumming, then refusing to continue until she took his cock in her mouth and sucked it. Then she had found it strangely exciting, and the way, he’d so delightfully fulfilled his end of the bargain once his cum had squirted deep into her throat had made the humiliation well worthwhile; Although contrary to her desires, he was far better than the rape she’d endured long ago, in the back of a station wagon.

Now the tiny pink tip of her tongue flicked out and began to encircle the rubbery head as her little mouth pursed in a soft, wet O as he had taught her. Lingeringly she licked the entire length of the thickly veined penis until it was slippery with her saliva. She heard the boy groan in pleasure. Gradually she. worked his cock far into her mouth, her sucking lips distorted until her pert nose was buried in the masculine scented hair of his genitals. Her blonde tressed head began to rise and fall, his cock looking like. a tree buried in her gaping mouth.

And an idea came to her as she remembered the way he had stopped when she was right at the peak that other night. Well, two could play that game. Virgie’s hair flailed as she urgently sucked and tongued the pole of male flesh and finally felt it get even thicker and harder and his balls were drawing up to his loins. In moments he would be spurting like a fire hose into her devouring mouth.

Suddenly she sprang away from him and quickly wriggled out of her short dress. She dropped her brassiere and retreated to a sagging overstuffed chair, where she curled up, clad only in thin black panties. She held up her hand as Terry began to come for her, his cock glistening with her saliva.

“No more . . . not until you tell me everything that happened with Sally Sue! What you did, where, what positions!” She grinned wickedly. “Remember, you did something like this to me. I’ll finish what I started . . . later.”

Terry Claff remembered once his father, in a moment of intimacy, had told him “A stiff prick has no conscience,” and now he understood. He could easily have wrung her neck! Conniving lesbian cunt! But she had him by the short hairs. He told Virgie, and saw her becoming excited, her nipples hardening and lengthening and her brief panties showing signs of wetness. He tantalized her with a lengthy description of how he’d felt when he was between Sally Sue’s wildly clutching thighs and his tongue slithering snakelike up her juice filled pussy.

The colorful account inflamed Virgie to the point that when Terry finished, she almost ran across the small room and knelt over him. With savage urgency, envisioning this huge penis buried deep in Sally Sue’s tight cunt, she began to suck furiously her lips tight as a rubber hand around the pulsing staff, her tongue urgently swirling until in a matter of seconds, she felt his hands grip her head tightly as Terry fucked far into her bobbing face, his manhood jamming deep down the back of her hungrily sucking mouth. And then the hot gushing of his cum was spewing onto her tongue, out of her mouth to run down her chin and drip onto her belly as her breasts bounced and danced over his loins. Eagerly she drank the pungent fluid, her cheeks hollowing with her sucking, until there was no more and his penis shriveled in her tightly compressed lips.

“I don’t think you’re as lesbian as you say,” Terry panted as the girl shifted to lie close to him. “No les could fake sucking like that!”

Slowly Virgie Green licked the silvery cum from her lust swollen mouth before replying. “Maybe I’m not at that. I wasn’t faking the scene.” Slowly she kissed Terry, letting him taste his own cum and whispered, “If we’re going to be partners, I should maybe tell you how come I’m the way I am . . .”

Haltingly, almost shyly, Virgie told him about the rape, and then being brought out by Arlene McCoy, and how she had turned to him through bitterness when she saw Sally Sue take off with Stan Oakes. Then she said she had an idea.

“Terry, I don’t want to be gay all my life. In a way I dig going down on you . . . but I’m not ready for a man all the way. If it was a choice of you or Sally Sue right now, you wouldn’t have a chance. We’re both in love with her. I’m a girl and you’re jailbait for her. . .but maybe we can twist it around so we can do it all together . . . the three of us.”

“All at once?” the handsome youth said, amazed at the thought.

“There are lots of ways. I’ve got some books and pictures. Just imagine the two of us working on her at once! I lick her cunt until she’s out of her mind while you kiss her breasts and then put that big thing of yours in her beautiful mouth!”

“Damn, she’d never go for that!” the boy said positively.

“If she blows a little grass . . . sees me go down on you, she might get in the mood. You said she’s hot as a firecracker when she lets her guard down.”

“Well, yeah . . .” he agreed. It was possible.

“We’ll work it out.” Suddenly she shifted, straddling him and brought her hot young cunt down on his mouth as she said, “Eat me . . . tongue me, Terry . . . I’m so damn hot, just thinking about it that I’ll cum in a couple of seconds.”

Two days later, Sally Sue Bennett found herself chafing at the bit. She felt fine, if a bit hot at times, and lacked some of her normal exuberant energy. Her doctor said she was running a temperature and kept her pumped full of antibiotics. A man who looked ahead, he’d had a mechanic temporarily immobilize both the BMW motorcycle and the MG which Terry had returned while she was asleep. Sally Sue blushed to think of how she had lewdly given herself to the teenager and the wild pleasure it had brought her. She admitted to herself it all wasn’t to be blamed on the drugs. She’d wanted him, wanted his virile young cock fucking her to sweet oblivion. She wondered where and how, at his young age, he’d learned to be such a magnificent lover.

Well, it was a moot question, for she could never let anything like that happen ever again! He was only a baby! If it were ever discovered, she’d be disgraced. Her budding career would be at an end — and she might be in prison.

Yet being with Terry had awakened something within her, Sally Sue knew. A wanton lewdness she’d never suspected. The thing he’d done to her with his mouth! That absolutely settled it — she had to take a lover, and quickly! Or she would not be able to resist the next time she saw the tall, handsome youth.

Stan Oakes? Well, he was several years younger than herself, but even though she hadn’t cum with him, he had been more than adequate, and now that Terry had freed her from some of her inhibitions, he might fill her needs. He had been eager to lick her pussy, and she wished now she had let him, because if she had, the horribly shameful incident with Terry would never have happened. Although Stan was only a trainee at the small station, he seemed to have enough money. He dressed well and kept an expensive sports cars. And he seemed almost boyishly shy — certainly more so than Terry.

She wondered again how Terry had become so skilled with women at such a young age. She was amazed that his father would let him have his own apartment, but she guessed that was the way the younger generation was being handled these days. Sally Sue fed her animals and turned the cheetah and Airdale into their exercise yard, then took two of the pills the doctor had left for her on his last call. Stripping her jeans and faded shirt off, she slipped into her brief terrycloth robe and went to lie on her bed. She knew that in a few minutes, the antibiotics would make her drowsy. She turned on her bedside radio to the taped Sally Sue Show. She was glad she kept enough tapes ahead so no one would replace her during vacations or illnesses.

She was listening to a rap session she’d taped almost two months ago, when the doorbell chime interrupted her reverie. Slightly dizzy from the effects of her medication, she answered it and for a moment didn’t recognize the slender, blue-eyed little blonde at the entry. Then she remembered putting her on the air from Rosie’s. Her name . . . Virgie . . . Virgie Green. Whatever could she want?

Virgie put on her little girl smile and at the same time noted the dilated pupils of Sally Sue’s dark eyes. Good! She was doped out again. It might not be necessary to use the marijuana cigarettes she’d brought, rolled in a machine so they looked like any other cigarettes. Sally Sue might be an easy victim, susceptible to the elaborate plan she and Terry Claff had worked out.

It amounted to friendly persuasion if possible. If not, then terrorize her into submission.

“Virgie!” Sally Sue said, puzzled.

“Sally Sue, the group is worried about you. I came to see if you’re okay,” the little blonde said, smiling.

“I’m fine . . . I guess . . . just loaded with antibiotics,” Sally Sue replied, sweeping her long dark hair back. “Gosh, it’s nice of you to check on me! Come in and have a Coke!”

Virgie couldn’t keep her eyes from the long, slender legs as Sally Sue led the way to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and uncapped two bottles of the soft drink. She thought how it would be to have those soft thighs framing her face, and became more determined than ever that it would happen today before she left. Virgie had come to enjoy having Terry’s thick cock spurting out its heated cum between her avid lips, and his skilled tongue in her pussy, but nothing could be as delicious as the treasure barely hidden by Sally Sue’s short robe.

The two teenagers had carefully planned their campaign to seduce the dark-haired disc jockey, scheming during one long, exhausting night. It would leave the older woman putty in their hands from that time on, malleable as bread dough and screaming for more of everything. Thinking of his anally-oriented stepmother, Terry wanted to shove his cock up Sally Sue’s beautiful buttocks but decided to save that for later, at a time when Virgie wasn’t there.

After a long and careful discussion of Terry’s experience with Sally Sue, the two youngsters decided that in a drugged condition, Sally Sue could be enslaved and bent to their will, if they moved slowly. Not for just one night, but for years.

Now, as she sat on the sofa with the soft drink, Virgie drew a cigarette case from her purse and offered one to Sally Sue.

“I hardly ever smoke,” Sally Sue said. “I have to keep my voice . . . it’s my only asset.”

“You’re putting me on,” her young guest said with a laugh. “Racquel Welch would like to have your assets! Anyway, these are very mild, the only kind my father will let me smoke. Try one. It’s a special blend. You have to inhale deep to get anything at all. They’re more something to do with your hands when you’re nervous than anything.”

Had she not been under the heavy medication, Sally Sue would have been alerted by the admonition to inhale deeply and hold it. As it was, the implication was lost on her. She had no idea she was about to smoke potent Acapulco Gold marijuana. When she coughed at the first lungfull, she thought it was only because she smoked so seldom. The beautiful young blonde beside her was puffing her own cigarette nonchalantly, and Sally Sue followed suit. After a time, a euphoria seemed to claim her, and she had no hesitation in accepting a second cigarette. She began to float. Time slowed down. Eventually she realized their glasses were empty and got up to refill them.

She almost fell, but the pretty little blonde was there to catch her.

“Ooooooohhhh . . .” she moaned. “The things those doctors give you . . . I’ve got to lie down . . .”

“Come on, I’ll help you,” Virgie said.

The conniving little blonde helped her to the bedroom, making soothing sounds and Sally Sue didn’t resist as she felt her robe being removed. The sheet was cool beneath her naked body and the room dimly lighted. Her head was spinning and she vowed to take no more of the pills.

“How do you feel?” Virgie whispered.

“Woozy,” Sally Sue managed to say.

“I won’t leave you.” Virgie slowly lifted her dress over her head and folded it over a chair. She bent to slip out of her panties, slowly sliding them down the slender curved columns of her legs and padding on bare feet to the bed. She eased in beside the befuddled girl disc jockey and fitted her tiny but curvaceous body close, so that their breasts and cuntal vees touched lightly, arousingly. Virgie brought her soft lips to Sally Sue’s ear and murmured, “My father’s a druggist. He says you can never be sure just what some medication will do to a person . . . . that they shouldn’t be left alone. So I’ll stay right here until the effects wear off. If you get frightened just hold me tight, okay?”

“You’re so nice,” Sally Sue mumbled in drowsy innocence. It did feel good not to be alone. She snuggled against the naked young girl, and it didn’t seem strange at all to feel a slender leg slide up between her own to press lightly and pleasantly on her vagina, or a soft hand close on her left breast and gently knead the pliant, sensitive flesh. Virgie Green’s breath was hot in her ear as she drifted into a light sleep.

Virgie was happy with the way things were going. Now, she could cuddle deliciously with this black-haired beauty she’d coveted for so long, and when Sally Sue had rested enough, would slowly awaken her in a way she’d probably never imagined. She’d get her so hot that with all her deeply ingrained morality, she’d never be able to call it off!

And once Virgie had eaten her fill of the succulent cuntal flesh, Terry would appear and they’d put on the mini-melodrama they’d so carefully planned . . . and then beautiful Sally Sue Bennett would be theirs! Forever!

After almost an hour, Sally Sue began to stir in her arms, still far from awake. Slowly Virgie Green began to kiss her half-open mouth, infiltrating her tongue until Sally Sue drowsily began to suck it. Lightly Virgie slipped a hand down between their tightly pressed bellies and her skilled fingers parted the lips of Sally Sue’s hair-lined pussy. She felt the damp warmth and then, almost immediately, the undulations of the other woman in response to the titillation of her clitoris. Smoothly she slid down on the bed until she could engulf the hot tip of a breast and send her tongue lasciviously swirling around it. She was rewarded by Sally Sue’s hands fumbling in the dim light, finding her blonde-tressed head and drawing it closer to her heaving bosom even as Virgie’s outstretched middle finger began to delve deeper and deeper into the wet vaginal depths.

“What . . . what’s happening to me . . . Sally Sue mumbled, unable to focus her eyes. All she knew was that a delightful erotic pleasure was surging through her body. “Oooooooohhh!! !”

‘‘You were having a nightmare, darling . . . now relax . . .” Virgie whispered back as she shifted lower on the bed, easing between the widespread legs of Sally Sue and bending quickly to lave the sensitive flesh of the dark-haired divorcee’s inner thighs with flickering tongue as her smoothly pursed lips rained tiny, tantalizing kisses between them, slowly moving upward to the sweet scented “vee” of her loins.

“Aaaaahhh. . .”Sally Sue moaned, beginning to slowly writhe, still not realizing what was happening to her. It was like what Terry had done, but so much more teasingly, deftly, that it was unbelievable! How had he gotten into the house? She was sure she’d locked the door when Virgie left. God! After her silent vow to never have another incident with him, this was happening to her . . . and she knew she couldn’t stop him until he brought her to the ecstasy that was almost oblivion! The teasing tongue was sliding up and down the feverishly pulsing lips of her pussy now, flickering maddeningly over her aroused clitoris and then swooping lower, only to burrow far up into her gaping cunt. Sally Sue knew she was lost to her own lust as she squirmed under the passionate oral caress. Wildly she spread her legs and then clamped them tight around the burrowing face, trying to pull the searching, searing tongue deeper into her love-starved pussy. Her hands sought out the bobbing head and clutched it tightly to her straining cunt. She went rigid for an instant and then cried, “Ooooohhh!!! MY GOD!!!”

For her fingers were tangled in a mass of long, soft hair. She blinked her eyes open and looked downward through the valley of her bouncing breasts. It was Virgie, not Terry!

“Virgie!” Sally Sue screamed, seeing their reflection in the big mirror with the baby faced blonde kneeling subserviently between her clutching thighs, her mouth dripping, her eyes wide with desire as she furiously sucked at the flexing cunt. Sally Sue realized she must have been dreaming when she thought Virgie had gone home. Now she remembered the young blonde lying close to her just before she passed out. “Oh, Virgie, how could you?”

In her wildest, most erotic nightmares, Sally Sue had never dreamed of anything like this! Sex with a girl! And yet the teenager had aroused her to the point where her pussy was burning, and her body was writhing, wanting more of what her mind told her was a deadly, immoral sin.

“You don’t want me to stop. Do you, darling?” Virgie said.

Again the taffy-tressed head went down deep between Sally Sue’s sweating thighs and soft lips closed on her wetly throbbing cunt while her tiny, skilled tongue slid like a lizard up into the hot, demanding pussy.

Sally Sue wanted to end this evil obscenity, but her drugged mind was unable to control her lust-driven body With a groan she again pulled the golden head tight to her cuntal “vee” and tried to shut her eyes to the spectacle. But with lewd fascination she had to watch every second of it until her loins seemed to shatter and gush and she saw the delving young face suddenly glisten with her flooding cum and felt the hot little tongue eagerly licking every drop of the sweet fluid. For long minutes Sally Sue lay with her legs widely splayed while her lesbian seducer curled between her thighs, hands slowly caressing her hot flesh.

Sally Sue had never thought anything like this could happen to her, but there was no mistaking the high voltage tingling in her loins. Through her drug confused mind flashed a question — Why did men and women want to do such a perverted thing?

Stan Oakes. Terry. And now little Virgie.

And why did she, who had always been so moral, respond with such sluttish wantonness?

She almost wanted to try it herself, just to find out!

She knew she should be revolted, but couldn’t be yet. She eagerly welcomed Virgie into her arms and was passionately kissing her, their tongues twining through wide open mouths when the flashbulb went off.

“Damn, what a show!” said Terry Claff, shooting a second picture before the stunned Sally Sue could disentangle herself from Virgie. In the scramble, her mouth was pressed for an instant against the slender blonde’s cunt just as the second flash lit the room like a bolt of lightning, “Cuntlapper!”

“You son of a bitch!” Virgie screamed, leaping to attack him as they had rehearsed. “Prick!”

His hand shot out and smacked loudly against her slender buttocks and Virgie yelped, and tumbled, sobbing, across the bed.

Everything was going according to plan so far.

Sally Sue Bennett was kneeling naked on the bed, cradling Virgie in her arms, trying to comfort the young girl. Her mind was a blur, as still another flashbulb went off.

6

Sally Sue was in a state of shock. In a matter of days, she had done depraved things she’d never dreamed of — and found the perversions fulfilled a need which had lurked deep within her voluptuous body. Now she had been caught by her teenage lover in carnal oral copulation with the beautiful young Virgie.

Inevitably, it would come out. Terry’s face was a mask of rage as he accused her, saying, “I thought I was good enough for you the other night. I ate your damn cunt until you went crazy and then fucked you until you screamed. I come back, and find you in bed with this little queer! Well, at least I can have some fun with this!” he said, brandishing the camera. “Pretty Sally Sue getting her tight little pussy licked by a teenage girl! Oh wow!”

“Terry. . . nooooo . . . please . . . I beg you,” Sally Sue sobbed, her world in ruins around her. “Virgie came to see if I was all right, and this just happened!”

“And you loved every cunt-lapping minute of it!” he accused. Turning toward the cowering little blonde, who was sobbing, he quickly slid his thick leather belt from the loops of his jeans and brandished it. Damn, she was crying real tears! He thought Virgie Green could be a hell of an actress as he snarled at her, “You little bitch . . . stealing my woman! I’ll show you!”

His arm raised and the flat of his belt cracked like a rifle shot across the soft roundness of her nakedly cringing buttocks and brought a heart-rending scream from Virgie. Instantly, angry red stripes appeared on her ass-cheeks. Again and again the belt rose and fell until the pleading young girl seemed on the verge of fainting.

Sally Sue Bennett wanted to go to her defense, but her drug laden body was sluggish. She had no idea this scene had been well rehearsed. The light was dim and she could not see that the angry red welts weren’t at all but streaks of lipstick with which Virgie and Terry had coated the inner side of his belt. Actually, there wasn’t a mark on the petite blonde, and she felt no pain other than a delightful, arousing tingling. The tears streaming from her eyes were actually tears of laughter at the way poor Sally Sue was falling for their act.

“Stop it!” Sally Sue cried out, catching the flailing belt. She wished she could get to the door to whistle up the big Airdale and cheetah but there was no possibility. Desperately, she threw her own tall body over the cowering little blonde. If anyone deserved a savage whipping, she was the one! “For God’s sake, you’ll kill her! You must be mad!”

“She stole you from me!” the tall, hot eyed boy said belligerently.

“No,” the stunned girl disc jockey managed to say. “It was just something that happened!” She thought with all the skill of her ad-lib training on the air. Somehow she had to save little Virgie, and obviously the only way would be to offer herself as a carnal sacrifice. She could understand why this hot-blooded young boy would be enraged to find them in a lesbian embrace . . . he wasn’t responsible for his actions, so she would have to find it in her heart to forgive him. Sally Sue drew a deep breath and murmured, “Don’t hurt her anymore . . . I’ll do anything you want, but don’t hurt her.”

“Anything?” Terry said with a lewd grin, and felt triumph as Sally Sue abjectly nodded her assent. He immediately dropped his pants and his eagerly pulsating cock leaped out like an uncaged animal. It swayed and the bulbous head bulged as he peeled his shirt off and, naked, joined them on the bed. He said, “Suck me . . . both of you.”

“Oh, God!” Sally Sue whispered. This was the thing she had always been revolted by. Revolted when her ex-husband had tried to make her do it, revolted when her girlfriends had talked casually about it, claiming to enjoy it. It was unspeakable, the whole ideal A penis in her mouth! She moaned, “I never . . .”

Then she heard Virgie’s soft whisper in her ear, reassuring her. “We have to, darling . . . it’s, it’s not bad. Believe me, it’s a lot better than being raped the way I was once. Just relax . . . I’ll lead you. If you see him in my mouth, it won’t be so rough for you to follow. And it's sort of exciting, even for me.”

The little blonde, with a wink at the reclining Terry, moved to kneel beside him, her hands slowly stroking his rigid male organ, playing with the thick foreskin as she bent over him and began to softly blow her hot breath over the mushroom shaped head. Her soft mouth puckered and began to kiss as the wet pink tip of her tongue slowly encircled his lust-swollen cock-head. Her lips ovalled and came down on it, and Sally Sue was incredulous as she saw it disappear into the young girl’s wet, sensuous mouth that just a few minutes earlier had been so eagerly pushed hot and tight against her cunt. She saw Terry lying back, propped up on her pillow, grinning lewdly as Virgie, tears running from her huge eyes, alternately sucked hard at the reddish purple tip and then with flicking tongue laved the length of the boy’s cock.

“I said both of you,” Terry ordered. “Help her, Sally Sue!”

Completely taken in by the lewdly laid plan of the two teens, Sally Sue felt her heart going out to the crying honey-haired girl. No matter how humiliating, she knew this was something she had to do. She forced herself to kneel on the opposite side of Terry and touch his penis, that had once given her so much pleasure. It was hot and hard and slick with Virgie’s saliva as she bent low over it. Virgie halted her licking for a moment, just long enough to whisper, “Just do what I’m doing . . . really slow . . . tickle his balls . . .”

Blindly the black-haired woman nodded the acceptance of her degradation as she felt Virgie’s hand guide her own to the throbbing penis. It took all her willpower to extend her tongue and tentatively lick the rigid staff. Then Virgie’s hand was on her tousled head, guiding her up and down the thick length of it until finally her wetly parted lips touched the pulsing head and her tongue was encircling it too. It seemed immense, but Virgie, murmuring softly, was saving Sally Sue’s sanity with her soft caresses and skilled guidance.

“Lick it and kiss it,” the almost elfin girl said. “Then just suck it into your mouth . . .”

Mesmerized, the half-drugged divorcee could not resist. She felt the soft, rubbery warmth of the tip against her lips and it had a wildly erotic effect as her fluttering pink tongue swirled at first reluctantly, then experimentally, and finally eagerly around the rim of the erect male organ. Yet she could not bring herself to complete to what was her an obscene, sinful act, and she paused, poised over the boy’s pulsing loins as he stirred eagerly on the big bed. Now she was the one who needed help, not little Virgie. And Virgie provided it.

“Go down, darling . . . go down,” she whispered as her hand pressed on the back of Sally Sue’s raven tressed head. “All the way down . . .”

Forming her full sensuous lips into an oval, Sally Sue yielded to the soft but insistent pressure. She felt her mouth stretching tight like an elastic band over the knob of Terry’s warmly throbbing maleness and almost gagged. But inexorably his rampant cock was sliding into the saliva-filled cavern of her mouth, filling her beautiful face, ballooning her cheeks. It looked like the trunk of a tree as her soft warm mouth went down and down and down..

And it felt sinfully exciting, being subjugated, forced into something she had denied her husband. The sensation was like nothing she’d ever imagined . . . the warmth and the hardness of the slowly thrusting spear, and the contrasting softness of the bulbous cap. She shifted so she could explore the length of it with her tongue, and heard Terry sigh in pleasure as her hand, unbidden, moved to caress his heavy balls. She imagined she could feel the hot semen gurgling inside the swelling sac.

For the beautiful girl DJ, this was an entirely new sensual experience. She knew that by all moral standards it was wrong — being in bed with two teenagers, going wild when cunnilingus was performed on her, now almost ravenous at her first taste of a man’s — boy’s — penis, while the tiny blonde played with her breasts.

With a mixture of revulsion and eager anticipation, she realized how this would end.

Terry would cum in her mouth!

Sally Sue loathed the boy for what he was making her do, but at the same time wantonly looked forward to the gushing climax with lewd anticipation.

“Work your mouth up and down slow . . . suck him deep!” Virgie whispered in her ear.

Enslaved by her own carnal release, Sally Sue obeyed. Eagerly her soft lips rose and fell along the length of the lust swollen penis while her tongue twirled around the burgeoning head on every upstroke. Abruptly, without reason, she was overcome by a desire to consume all of it, and her head began to bob furiously. She heard the boy groaning as, quickly learning, she was able to gulp his cock avidly into the hot depths of her throat while her fingers rolled his cum-filled balls around.

Sally Sue could hear the wet slurping sounds of her ravening mouth as all sense of propriety and morality were lost. All she wanted now was this beautiful pulsating cock between her hungry lips.

The wanton divorcee had a conflict. She wanted desperately now to taste his young virile cum . . . but she wanted to keep him hard so she could suck him through the night.

“Ummmmm . . . ummmmm . . . oooooohh!” Sally Sue moaned in lewd desire, hearing the lewdly exciting sounds filling her bedroom, feeling Virgie caressing her trembling nakedness as Terry, now completely aroused and knowing his plan had worked perfectly, began to fuck hard into the hungrily sucking mouth that slid up and down the full length of his cock. Sally Sue was a wild woman! Damn, what a blow job, and her first time out! He watched the pink inner flesh of her lips drawn out by the intensity of her sucking, and she was squeezing his balls so hard he thought she’d crush them in her wanton passion as the saliva oozed from her cock filled mouth with every demanding bobbing of her head. Her nostrils were flaring as she tried to breathe and, from deep in her throat, where the rampant head of his fleshy rod was hammering past her tonsils with increasing speed, there came a steady “uuuuummmmmm . . .”

The precocious adolescent realized he’d gotten hold of more woman than he could handle. He tried to hold back and failed. The hot sperm exploded from his tantalized balls, surging up the thick length of his cock and began to spurt into her mouth.

Sally Sue felt it jet hotly into her eagerly sucking mouth, and her cheeks hollowed, clearly outlining his penis in her lust-contorted face as for the first time in her life she tasted cum. It was so hot and thick and sweet that she ravenously twisted her head from side to side, sucking with all her strength, not wanting to lose a tiny drop. She almost choked and it tingled like fine brandy in her throat as she gulped it down. It seemed to pool in her quaking belly like lava from an exploding volcano.

For a long time she lay with her face buried in Terry’s loins.

His penis was growing soft in her mouth, although he was twitching and sighing with pleasure as the searching tip of her tongue laved his genitals clean.

In one part of Sally Sue’s mind, she called herself every kind of depraved animal she could think of.

But in another compartment, she admitted that these two teenagers had led her to delights she had never imagined, and she knew her former strict morality was forever lost.

Now, what to do about it?

Answering that would take some time. In her still drugged state, Sally Sue was not at all sure of herself. She’d been led into this from the sheer — and healthy — need of a man after so many years of loneliness.

And in less than two weeks she had finally yielded to Stan Oakes, but her own hangups had prevented her from fully enjoying the union. Then, her outer reserves broken, she had turned on furiously when young Terry tongued her pussy and screwed her out of her mind. Again, her first lesbian experience with beautiful little Virgie, who seemed to need love as much as herself.

It had been . . . been beautiful. . . until they were caught by Terry, and to save them both she had been forced to fellate him.

And, Sally Sue Bennett thought, she had discovered herself to be an avid fellatrice.

Fellatrice?

No, she admitted to herself as she finally freed his now soft penis from her tightly clasping lips.

Cocksucker! That’s what they call it . . . COCKSUCKER!”

What shocked the long-limbed beauty was not so much what she had done, but the carnal pleasure she’d taken from the experience with oral sex. Satiated, her sensually awakened body tingling, she still had no idea the entire thing had been expertly stage-managed. Drowsily Sally Sue snuggled between Terry and Virgie. She knew that, as the old cliché has it, she’d hate herself in the morning. She thought she must be half drunk or something, because her head felt funny. She could hear soft whispers between Terry and Virgie, and then they were sliding out of bed, leaving her alone.

“Don’t leave me,” Sally Sue murmured, reaching for them, but they slipped away.’

“Just going to raid your kitchen,” Terry said. “You want a sandwich or something?”

“I just want both of you with me . . . please . . . stay.”

“We won’t go, darling,” Virgie assured her, languidly kissing her on the mouth, spearing her sharp little tongue between Sally Sue’s cum-slick lips. “We’ll take care of you.”

In the kitchen, the coral snake hissed at them, and the tiny owl chattered his beak and then flew from his perch on a towel rack, angry at the intrusion, and disappeared out a window. Terry closed the door, picked the little blonde up and kissed her thoroughly.

“By God, it worked!” he exulted. “Christ, she’s OURS! I should give you a quick fuck just to celebrate!”

Chuckling, the pale haired teenager squeezed the front of his pants as she said, “The way she went down on you, that thing of yours won’t be seen for a month. Sally Sue dug it!”

“Did she ever! I thought she was gonna bite it off!”

“She sure turns on,” Virgie Green said as she found coffee and a percolator and cold cuts. “You got yours. Now I want mine while she’s still in the mood . . . I want her tongue in my cunt.”

“I’ll put one there.” The boy reached to massage her budding breasts. “Let’s go in the front room.”

“I need a girl tongue tonight . . . you’re good, but you know?”

“Whatever fits. Think we can talk her into it? That would be something to watch,” Terry replied, his hands stroking the naked cheeks of her slender but perfectly formed buttocks, as Virgie Green sensuously rubbed against him. “She could be getting straight any time now.”

“I’ve got some stuff from the old man’s drugstore,” Virgie told him confidently. “Two drops in a cup of coffee, and Sally Sue would be hot to make it with the Marquis de Sade.”

“Beautiful!” Terry said as the water began to boil, adding, “You know what — I’d like to screw Sally Sue in the ass!”

From her purse which she’d left on the kitchen table, Virgie took a vial of colorless fluid and squeezed two drops into a coffee cup, which she set aside. It was the one drowsy Sally Sue would be talked into drinking. She said, “Do your thing right with me, and I’ll let you have some of this stuff. I promise Sally Sue will be screaming for you any way you want.”

“How nice to you do I have to be?” the boy asked, grinning.

“Just keep your tongue wet,” she said with an evil grin.

Chuckling, they drank their coffee and munched on cold cuts and crackers before Virgie carried the doped coffee to the bedroom, where Sally Sue was still drowsily awake, thinking of. what she had become. She was afraid of going to sleep, because that would bring on a nightmare, she was certain. So she was happy to see the two youngsters arrive with a steaming cup of coffee. She told herself she must have a serious talk with them, make them understand such a thing could never happen again. No matter how much she herself might want it.

Sally Sue never quite knew how it happened. She thought the hot black coffee would straighten her head, but it only seemed to make things worse. The desire was rising in her again, and she found herself shamelessly clutching at the boy’s limp, unresponding penis, but there was no response. Fervently she bent down to take it into her mouth, used all her new found skills to arouse him, and still despite the sucking of her eager lips and the deft manipulation of her fluttering tongue, nothing happened.

“Too soon, Sally Sue,” he said finally. “Why don’t you do Virgie?”

“What?” the befuddled raven haired divorcee mumbled, her drugged mind not comprehending his suggestion.

“Love me the way I loved you,” Virgie whispered wickedly and drew Sally Sue’s wet lips to the rising bud of her nipple. “It’s nice . . . really nice . . . try it.”

Deep within Sally Sue a small voice said ‘DON’T’ but she was only aware of the delicate hands stroking her naked body and the warmth of the teenager’s breast pressed to her eager lips. She didn’t want to do anything like this, but the sweet scent of girl flesh filled her flaring nostrils. It was an aphrodisiac.

As had happened with Terry, she felt herself being guided by the deft young fingers while some instinct led her to lick and kiss the pale flesh of the honey-haired young girl. Her tongue flicked out, wetting the flat little belly, and Sally Sue found herself instinctively sliding down between the slender, wide splayed legs as little Virgie drew her knees up and offered the softly furred plane of her genitals. The fingers of her left hand slowly parted the pulsing pink lips of her teenage cunt, and Sally Sue’s nostrils went wide as she caught the first scent of ready young girlhood.

She could see the pale coral flesh glistening with juices and the tiny bud of Virgie’s clitoris. Her little pussy was so beautifully framed with curls the color of ripe wheat. For a long moment she stared at the pulsing vaginal lips, and then it took only the slightest pressure from Terry’s hand on her head before with an agonized moan of hunger, she dropped her salivating mouth to the wide-splayed ‘vee’ of the teenage girl’s little pussy.

“Aaaagggg . . .” Virgie sighed as her thighs closed around Sally Sue’s beautiful face. “Oooohhh . . . darling . . . your mouth is so hot!”

Sally Sue was momentarily swept with a shame she couldn’t overcome. Doing this obscene forbidden thing with a girl was even worse than what she had done with her virgin mouth to Terry. But she couldn’t stop as her carnal urges took complete hold of her mind and sensibilities.

With her first taste of Virgie’s succulent young pussy, Sally Sue understood why the teenage blonde was what she had become. And she found herself knowing just what to do instinctively. Her wildly flickering tongue slid from side to side up the ragged flanges of the girl’s cunt as Virgie ground it up to her eagerly sucking mouth. And then she heard Virgie almost scream with pleasure when it came in contact with her erect tiny clitoris for the first time.

Sally Sue licked furiously, her long tongue slashing up and down, even twirling sensuously around the tiny rose of Virgie’s puckering anus. Fiercely she cupped the squirming soft buttocks in her hands and pulled the seething mound of Venus tight against her mouth as her tongue found the depths of Virgie’s wetly clasping cuntal passage and explored. She could feel the deep internal muscles sucking at her tongue just as she had only a short time before sucked Terry’s hard young cock so voraciously.

Clamped tight to her wildly bobbing head, Sally Sue felt the sweat-sleek thighs of the young girl. She found herself pulling the clamping legs wider and burying her face in the sweetness of the teenage cunt as Virgie surged up to meet her probing, ravenous mouth.

“Aaaajjjjj . . .” Sally Sue moaned in ecstasy as an uncontrollable thrashing shook the youngster and then there was a great gush of sweetness, like syrup, flowing into her ravening mouth and she was urgently licking and sucking every bit of it. “Oooohhh!!!!”

Sally Sue had completely forgotten Terry was in the bed with them, until suddenly she felt his fingers slide deep into her cunt. Instantly it triggered her own wanton orgasm as she licked the delicious young pussy even more furiously. She didn’t slow her oral loving for an instant even when the finger moved from her pulsing cunt, up the nakedly spread cheeks of her ass and relentlessly burrowed into the tight little ring of her rectum. She was so wild with desire that she found herself grinding back against it until it was sunk to the hilt in her warm, wet back passage, twisting, stretching her. She was aware that the reaming digit hurt, but she didn’t care. It was making the sensations she felt from her wetly sucking lips and probing tongue all that more exquisite.

Finally it was the satiated Virgie who cried out and begged her to stop. Sally Sue’s sensuous mouth and exploring tongue were exhausted, and as Terry’s finger slid from her wildly puckering anus with a lewd popping sound, the older woman collapsed between the young girl’s wide-splayed legs, her brain a blur.

She had never dreamed sex could be like this . . .

Exhausted, Sally Sue quickly fell asleep, without realizing that the two teens were quietly dressing and departing.

The barking of the big dog wanting his breakfast awoke Sally Sue Bennett in the morning. For a time she lay in bed, her thinking disorganized. She knew something had happened during the night. There was a tingling in her loins, and for some reason her lips were swollen and there was a sticky sweetness in her mouth. It took some time to recall. She knew she hadn’t been drunk. She had no headache, no hangover, but it was all fuzzy. She breathed deeply and the unmistakable scent of sex filled her nostrils.

It came back slowly to her, like the memory of a nightmare.

It couldn’t have happened!

Yet there were expended flash bulbs on the floor to confirm her kaleidoscopic recollections..

She recalled innocent-looking Virgie arriving. And then having a cigarette with her . . . and then somehow they were in bed and Virgie was between her legs and a tongue wetly delving into her pussy. She associated a wild carnal pleasure with this.

And then bright lights flashing — the camera — oh God, Terry!

The two teenagers both in bed with her. Virgie whispering in her ear . . . and then her mouth filled with the boy’s penis and finally the sweet gushing of his delicious young cum.

And then she doing to Virgie what Virgie had done to her!

It had to be the nightmare of the century. Sally Sue wanted to scream. What in God’s name had ever come over her!

She prayed it was all a hallucination brought on by the medication she was taking for her infected wrist. But the discarded flashbulbs told her it had been real. In a daze, the shocked divorcee stumbled into the bathroom and quickly showered, hoping to wake up. Then she busied herself with feeding her animals and finally sat down to a cup of coffee. As she sipped it and the caffeine surged into her bloodstream, the details came back in shocking brilliance. With the drug dissipated, she began to remember it all, her subjugation and debasement by the teenagers she had thought were innocent.

What terrified her most of all was her memory of how she had become such an eager participant, overwhelmingly fulfilled in ways which she had never dreamed of!

God help me! the distressed woman sobbed as suddenly she realized this was not something from which she could run.

Her deeply buried carnality had been brought to the surface after all these years. If she quit her job and went to another place, even a big city, the same thing would happen again only with a different supporting cast.

Well, in a place like San Francisco, far out sex was the accepted thing.

But not with teenage boys and girls, and Sally Sue was sure, that no matter how good her intentions, they were the ones she would gravitate to.

A psychiatrist? No! She knew that therapy, even if successful, would take a longtime, and the temptations during that time would be too great.

She put her hands to her face and cried.

The persistent ringing of the door chimes pulled her out of her weeping fit. Belting her robe around her lithe body and dabbing at her eyes, Sally Sue went nervously to answer it. She wasn’t expecting anyone. It might even be the police come to arrest her. But it was a grinning Stan Oakes attired in the latest sports shirt, slacks and boots right out of the pages of Playboy. His red Ferrari was parked in the drive. For a moment she stared at him dumbly as his eyes swept wantingly over her figure.

“Hi,” the tall, sandy haired young man said. “Your phone isn’t working — some clown clobbered a pole down the road so I came to give you a lift.”

“A lift?” Sally Sue said, confused.

“To the croaker . . . the doctor. Your wheels are out of action, remember? .And you’ve got an appointment in a couple of hours.”

“Oh . . . yes . . . thanks, Stan,” Sally Sue mumbled, now recalling. “You didn’t have to come by. I could have taken a cab.”

“I wasn’t going to miss a chance to see you again,” he said, smiling boyishly even as he looked down into the soft valley of her half exposed breasts. He thought of how good she had been in bed, and how he had failed to bring her to orgasm, and the one thing he had to do was prove that he could. “You feeling better?”

“I never felt bad,” Sally Sue said, brightening because just talking to Stan took her mind off the nightmare of sex. “It was just a little fever. . . I was dizzy for awhile.”

“You wait and see the doctor’s report. The medico says you don’t work for a week.”.

“Then he’s an idiot!” Sally Sue shot back. “I feel fine!”

“Maybe — but listen to yourself.” Stan pushed a button on the portable tape recorder slung over his shoulder. “Sounds like somebody tied knots in your tongue.”

Sally Sue listened, and realized Stan was right. Her usually bell clear voice was blurred and fuzzy, the consonants indistinct. The medication she’d been given had messed up her voice. She couldn’t go on the air until it was spent from her. body. Abjectly she said, “What happens to the Sally Sue Show until then?”

“The Sally Sue Show is alive and healthy,” Stan told her. “A little editing of tapes and switching commercials around was all it took. You never heard of reruns?”

“You’re beautiful!” she said in honest exuberant gratitude. “Have some coffee while I get dressed.”

The distressed girl Di was suddenly in good spirits. The unexpected visit from Stan had almost, but not quite, wiped the memory of the night from her mind. And the visit to the clinic was also encouraging. The doctor examined her carefully and pronounced her fit, not in need of more medication as he replaced the dressing on the wound the hawk had left. But he seemed mildly disturbed after a close look into her eyes.

“Miss Bennett . . . by any chance have you taken any drugs other than those we gave you?” he asked.

“Why no,” Sally Sue said, believing she was telling the truth. “Not even aspirin. Why?”

“Your eyes are dilated. Well, that could be a side effect of what you were given. If you feel a headache coming on, I suggest you wear sun glasses for a couple of days.”

The long legged young woman thanked him and left, suddenly realizing her eyes did burn. Stan stopped at the drugstore long enough for her to buy shades and then took her home.

“You must be feeling housebound,” he said. “How about dinner tonight?”

“Well . . .” Sally Sue didn’t really want to go out. But even less did she want to stay home with her morbid thoughts. And if Stan made love to her, it might wipe out some of. the fragmented memories of the sordid sex with Virgie and Terry. “All right. I’d love to! Eightish?”

“Delicious,” he said with a grin as he dropped the fast sports car into low gear and roared away.

7

The day dragged interminably on for the emotionally disturbed young woman, and several times she wished the big motorcycle and the roadster hadn’t been disabled. Yet she realized it was for the best, because her eyes were still huge, overly sensitive to light, and didn’t seem to track just right. She knew she might hurt herself if she tried to drive. The animals which ordinarily gave her so much pleasure in her solitude suddenly seemed to be an annoyance.

It was impossible to get the passion of the previous night out of her mind. The more she thought of it, the more dismayed Sally Sue became as slowly returning details emerged. She knew she really must have been out of her head and, of course, nothing like that would ever happen again.

What frightened her was the shameless — almost mindless — arousal that surged through her voluptuous body, the tingling in her loins that came from just thinking about having her ravenous mouth so deliciously filled with young Terry’s penis and finally becoming an eager receptacle for his spurting cum. And even more perverted, she thrilled at the thrilling sensation of little Virgie’s smooth teenage thighs enclosing her face as her tongue burrowed in the sweet little slit of the blonde child’s delectable young cunt!

For Sally Sue, the depth of her shame and degradation was an emotion she had never felt before. There was no way to rationalize away her vile misdeeds, even by blaming them on the medicine which had been injected into her. With her upbringing she should have been able to resist, even subconsciously. But a well of wantonness had been tapped.

The only good thing she could see in it was that it had revealed her inner nature and perhaps prevented some even more serious thing happening in the future. Sally Sue realized she had been a fool to deny her body’s needs and yearnings all these years just because of an unfaithful husband. She knew that for a long time she would not be able to contemplate marriage again because the hurt was still deep. But there was now the knowledge that she could enjoy sex in a variety of ways. And in the permissive modem society, nobody would be likely to castigate her if she found a compatible man and simply lived with him.

Sally Sue knew she would have to do this, or risk falling into the carnal trap of her awakened flesh again.

To occupy her mind she caught up on her housework and then began drafting and testing some new commercials on her tape recorder. Then it was time to bathe and dress. She put on one of her most alluring outfits, a mini-sheath with low cut bodice that left the firm full mounds of her breasts exposed almost to the sensitive buds of her nipples. She brushed her mass of blue-black hair until it gleamed and then slipped on soft leather, calf-high boots with narrow heels that enhanced the long, slender perfection of her legs.

As she studied her statuesque reflection in the bathroom mirror, Sally Sue wondered if the costume was perhaps a little too daring. It was one she wore frequently when broadcasting from the Trap, but that was a professional thing. She knew a lot of the male customers — and maybe some of the women — came to the night club not to listen to her mike chatter but to ogle her. Well, after all, she was in show business, Sally Sue reasoned. She decided to wear the revealing dress.

With relief Sally Sue learned Stan was taking her to a small but very exclusive dinner house miles out in the country. She had always wanted to go there but for one thing it was, for her budget, outrageously expensive. And as she very seldom dated, she would have felt uncomfortable in such surroundings without an escort. Even now she shuddered when she looked at the list of delicacies — Chateaubriand, breast of guinea hen, pheasant, Maine lobster, quail and numerous dishes with exotic French names which she couldn’t come close to identifying. Sally Sue’s mouth watered. She was disturbed to see that no prices were listed and guessed that if you had to ask, you couldn’t afford it.

The raven-tressed disc jockey found herself puzzled. She knew that with her talent fees and the separate salaries she was paid by the Trap and Rosie’s, that she had an income five times that of the lean young man across the table in the dim lighted booth. She was well aware of how inflation and taxes ate into her purse — so how could a mere trainee who didn’t take home over a hundred dollars a week afford to bring her to such a quietly extravagant place? She didn’t think Stan Oakes was the sort to spend a huge amount of money just to impress her. Why should he — he’d already been in her bed!

But how could he afford a seventeen thousand dollar Ferrari either? She’d had a glimpse of the registration clipped to the sunshade. It said Stan was the owner — the car wasn’t mortgaged.

And how come he never talked about himself or his family?

Sally Sue Bennett decided the tawny-haired young man was an enigma.

“What looks good?” he asked, smiling easily.

“Everything,” she said quickly. “Everything here makes me drool. But one thing will look bad — the bill.”

“No more than that zoo of yours eats in a week,” he said, baring white teeth as he chuckled. “Would you like me to order?”

“I’d be afraid to,” Sally Sue said. “I like it all.”

He nearly took her precisely at her word. Course after course appeared. A clear, fragrant bouillon, grilled mountain trout, tender asparagus tips and a steaming baked potato whipped and fragrant with cheese to flank a huge, pink-rare Chateaubriand which the elderly waiter carved from a silver cart with the deftness of a surgeon; a bowl of fruit surrounded by a dozen different types of cheese, fresh strawberries in whipped cream and a Chantilly cake so fragile Sally Sue had an insane urge to toss it in the air and see how long it would take to float down to the table. There were wines, superb wines of which she had never been aware — the wine waiter carried a list that looked about the size of a billboard when opened.

The nature of her work had trained Sally Sue to pick up on little things such as body language, in which the folding of the arms, crossing of legs, leaning back in a chair or leaning forward, and above all, eye movements said much more than words. And this delightful dinner was full of inconsistencies.

Although the headwaiter had greeted them like any other diners who could afford the exquisite food and quietly sumptuous surroundings, he had escorted them to what was obviously the best and most secluded booth, overlooking a huge stone fireplace where a decorative blaze battled against the soft whisper of the air conditioner. No waiters hovered, but no sooner had they finished one course than the dishes and wine glasses were cleared away and the next brought.

And when Stan Oakes was selecting the wine, even as he requested the sommelier to suggest the best vintages, she saw his finger dancing over the list and almost imperceptible nods from the quietly dressed man with the chain and key around his neck.

Sally Sue made a snap judgment. She was escorted by a handsome young man who had a lot of money and for reasons of his own didn’t want her to realize it. Although churning with curiosity, she had sense enough not to pry. If and when Stan wanted to explain, he would.

As they finished the huge meal, a silver-haired man began to play an organ Sally Sue hadn’t noticed before. There was a small, dim lighted dance floor and wordlessly Stan took her hand and led her to it. The music was slow and soft — what a relief to hear something other than the crashing, thumping aural pollution she had to put on the air! With a sigh she fit her body to his as they began to move sinuously. Her breasts seemed to be on fire, and she could feel the long rigidity of his penis rubbing against the softness of her belly and his leg sliding teasingly between her own. He nuzzled her ear and whispered.

“I won’t even ask if you liked it . . . you didn’t leave enough for the kitchen cat to get a sniff.”

“Ummmm . . . if anything but bare bones was left on a plate here, I think I’d be barred for life,” Sally Sue murmured, holding the tall young man, tight. It was so good to be with him . . . so healthy after what she’d gone through. She thought he might even save her from herself. She felt tears begin to flow down her smooth cheeks and impulsively she pulled his head down and kissed him deeply, probing his hot mouth with her tongue as his arms tightened around her and a hand slowly moved down her bare back to caress the quivering cheeks of her buttocks. She felt the rigid pole of his manhood grinding against her hotly throbbing vagina as his tongue twined with hers passionately. The fire built within her, and abruptly Sally Sue Bennett made the most daring decision of her life. Hesitatingly she breathed “Stan . . .”

“Hey — you’re crying!” he said.

“You’ll think I’m terrible!” Sally Sue whispered. “But — well — something happened to me. I can’t talk about it yet. Maybe never . . . but would you stay with me tonight?”

“Wheeeeewww!” he responded. He knew whatever it was must be really bad. Sally Sue didn’t go around propositioning guys, even if they drove Ferraris and could pop for a dinner that was going to cost two hundred bucks! He gulped and managed to say, “Tonight and any night you want, Sally Sue,” he murmured in her ear. “And this time I’ll be better for you. Promise.”

“It’s not sex,” the long legged dark-haired girl said. “I — I might not even be able to face it. But I’m afraid of being alone . . . not of anybody hurting me, but of myself!”

“Oh,” Stan said, completely puzzled. “Do you want to leave now?”

“Noooo . . . this is the best thing that’s happened to me in years . . .”

It was well after midnight before the twelve cylinder Ferrari purred away from the restaurant.

“Now just where in the hell could she be?” Terry Claff growled the words and flipped a cigarette from the window of Virgie’s station wagon. “Goddamnit, her car and bike are here. She sure didn’t walk anywhere this late at night.”

“Maybe she had a date,” the little blonde mused.

“Shit, the way we did Sally Sue up last night, she shouldn’t be able to crawl for a week. Christ, between the two of us, she was cumming for hours!”

“Maybe she remembered it all and took off scared.”

“Naw, she wouldn’t leave those damn animals,” he disagreed.

“Well, we have to just wait, I guess,” Virgie said. She reached under the seat and brought out a cigarette pack. “How about sharing a number?”

“Right on,” the teenage boy said. “Prime grass.”

Virgie lit up. The pungent fumes of marijuana filled the car as the joint was passed ritually back and forth. Still there was no sign of the voluptuous older woman.

As Virgie flicked the last tiny fragment of the joint from her jeweled-roach clip she lay back on the seat and her hand moved slowly until her teasing fingers slid between the soft, hair-fringed lips of her young pussy. The long wait, the anticipation of another trio with Sally Sue, had aroused her to the point where her thousands of nerve ends were tingling. She forced her hand under the tight elastic of her sheer panties and let the euphoria of the genital contact blend with the effects of the marijuana.

“Hey, Terry,” she said in her little-girl voice. “You want to ball while we’re waiting? It could be a long time.”

Jeez, but she was cute, and he got a certain thrill out of making a les chick do tricks, Terry thought. Her short skirt was hiked up over her hips and she was fingering herself lewdly. It was a hell of a temptation, but finally Terry mumbled, “No . . . a girl can go all night, but it takes time for a guy to get it up. What I got I want to save for Sally Sue. And anyway, I didn’t think you dug it that much . . . fucking, I mean.”

“It grows on you,” the taffy haired girl said with a chuckle. “But I see what you mean.” With a wriggle, she pulled her panties off and lay back, delicately formed legs obscenely open, the moon shining on the pale hairs of her young pussy. “You could give a little head — partner.”

“Sweet little cunt,” he said as he maneuvered around and went down on his knees on the floor of the car. Eagerly she caught his long hair and pulled his face in between her sleek thighs. His tongue began to burrow into the tender lips of Virgie’s distended pussy and he could hear her sigh in pleasure.

In a way it was a gas, having a sexy piece who would go both ways. Watching Virgie and Sally Sue had really turned him on. And hell, if Sally Sue didn’t show and they finally gave up, well, Virgie was damn good even if she did dig girls. For all her wantonness, not in Sally Sue’s league, but she still gave damn good head. And, thinking of Lorraine, he wondered if he could talk Virgie into kneeling over the seat divider and taking it in the ass. It was small, but he’d never seen any better. Well . . . He speared his tongue into her wetly squirming pussy and heard Virgie groaning with delight.

Stan Oakes and Sally Sue didn’t notice the station wagon pulled into the dark lane opposite the apartment house. They had eyes for nothing but each other. The romantic atmosphere of the restaurant, on top of the gourmet meal, had brought Sally Sue to impatient sexual arousal, yet she was troubled. On this night she had come to really feel something for the tall sandy haired young man, and, within herself, she was afraid that to just go to bed with him would be in a way cheating. Sally Sue could tell he felt more than just an animal desire for her. And if she let things go too far, he might even get the idea he was in love with her.

And how could she let him do that without being totally honest . . . in a word, confessing?

If she could find the courage to tell Stan what she was really like, she was afraid she might lose him. He would never understand. The best she thought she could hope for was that he might agree to some sort of arrangement. That he would agree — she had to force the blunt word into her mind — to FUCK her. Fuck her wildly and often enough so she could keep her lascivious desires in check, not go around corrupting teenagers.

If he would take her on those terms . . . it could be good. She would just have to chance telling him, or she knew she’d never be able to let herself go and cum wildly as she had just the previous night.

And Sally Sue was not sure of just what he was. He certainly had to be more than just a trainee at the station, to support the magnificent Ferrari and take her to the most expensive restaurant for a hundred miles around. Flashing a card, Stan had merely signed the check — another giveaway that he must be well known there — and she’d had a quick glimpse of the total. Including tip, it came to a hundred and seventy five dollars!

In the apartment, the tiny owl and the killer hawk were devouring hunks of fresh killed rabbit. The coral snake was curled into a ball, sleeping.

“Shoo! Everybody out!” Sally Sue said. The owl and hawk flapped through an open casement window, and Sally Sue literally poured the snake after them before closing it. The dog and hunting leopard were already in their enclosure. She turned to see Stan watching with a grin, and with small steps, she walked into his arms and sought his mouth with hers. She couldn’t help but grind her thinly clad body against the heat and rigidity of his loins. She gulped and said, “I’ve got to tell you something.”

“I’ve been waiting all night . . . but you don’t have to tell me anything.”

“I do!” the distressed woman blurted.

“Well, here in your kitchen isn’t the place,” he replied. Sally Sue offered no resistance as he led tier to the bedroom which had been the scene of her carnal lust only hours before. “And clothes inhibit . . . body contact is good for confessing.”

Submissively she stood as with deft, obviously experienced hands, he undressed her. Her dress was cast aside, leaving her tremblingly naked except for her boots and gossamer thin panties. The zippers of the boots whispered and she was stepping out of them. Then, tantalizingly his warm fingers were slowly drawing her panties down the smoothly curved columns of her long legs and she found herself kicking them away as he knelt.

“Oooooooohhh!!!” Sally Sue groaned in mounting anticipation — as she felt his moistly heated lips on her belly. She trembled like a frightened fawn as his mouth moved lower. His breath was hot on the pulsating lips of her hopelessly aroused cunt, and then she felt the burning spear of his tongue delve between her legs, seeking the moistened depths of her pussy. With a groan she spread her legs and thrust her pubic mound toward his face as Stan’s tongue flicked wetly over the button of her rising little clitoris. Her hands grasped his head and pulled him tight to her grinding loins as his hands grasped her tightly clenched buttocks. Sally Sue didn’t know if it was the romantic evening which caused it, or the deft way the lashing tip of Stan’s tongue was probing her secret flesh, but it seemed that within seconds she was cumming, with a great hot flood of her liquid passion poured down the hair-lined channel of her cunt to spill into his wildly sucking open mouth and streak her jerking thighs. With a soft cry she fell back on the bed, legs lewdly splayed open, and joyously, continued to respond to urgently laving tongue.

“Aaaaaaggghhh!!!” she cried softly, locking her long, slender legs over his shoulders and squeezing his bobbing head, until she was exhausted and had to release him. Her fingers traced the lean planes of his face as she murmured, “Oh Stan . . .” “You should have let me do it the first night,” he said, licking her belly before standing. “Now, you want to undress me?”

All reserve gone, the aroused brunette nearly ripped his clothes off. She pulled his pants and undershorts down with a savage clutching of her groping fingers, dropping to her knees as his turgid cock leapt free of its confinement. Before he could kick his slacks away, Sally Sue’s tiny pink tongue was urgently licking the blood-engorged head and her soft warm lips were showering teasing little kisses on it. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, kneeling subserviently, lewdly mouthing the lust-swollen male organ. With an urgent gasp, she opened her mouth wide and the tight soft “0” of her pursed lips engulfed Stan’s hotly pulsing cock to its thick base. She hugged him tight and her cheeks drew in with the desire of her sucking.

And then, almost roughly, he pulled her head away. She whined in frustration and tried to get him in her mouth again but he was pulling her to her feet, pushing her down on the bed and lying beside her.’ Sally Sue sobbed. Why didn’t he want her that way, when she needed it so much?

She knew he’d liked what she did. The way his hips jerked, driving his penis even deeper into her throat, told her that. So why had he stopped her?

“Hey, pretty girl, we gotta rap,” he said, even as he moved to kiss her naked breasts and squeeze the smooth roundness of her buttocks and then slide his lewdly searching fingers into the warmth of her pulsing cunt. Sally Sue squirmed and spread her legs wantonly, giving him full access to her quivering flesh as he continued to talk softly. “Something sure did happen to you. The other night, you were scared of yourself . . . what I’d call a really reluctant lay. You damn near kicked my head in when I tried to eat you. But now you’re wild for it and you were sucking my cock out by the roots. I think we know each other enough for you to tell me how come!”

“Oh, Stan, Stan . . .” the emotionally tortured dark-haired disc jockey groaned. “I want to — I have to beat it out of myself, get up my courage.” With a boldness she didn’t know existed, Sally Sue reached and grasped his penis and tried to twist on the bed to take it into her yearning mouth again. “Let me . . . please let me.”

“NO!” he said, yanking her back by her long black hair. “Later! I’ve got to do some gut-spilling too, Sally Sue. I know you’re curious about the Ferrari and how I can afford a dinner like we had tonight. Well, I have to tell you, and it’s not a pretty story. Whatever you lay on me can’t be nearly as bad. Now listen . . .”

You want to bet? Sally Sue Bennett thought to herself.

As his tale unfolded, the long-tressed woman had to admit that a couple of weeks earlier, it would have been shockingly obscene. Not it seemed mild.

Put briefly, Stan Oakes was from a multimillionaire East Coast family. He had been in his junior year at an Ivy League college when the scandal came to light.

A night on a beach at a lake in Maine with a group of frat brothers and sorority girls from another college began as a routine beer bust and clambake. Then it turned into a group grope as the brothers added 90-proof alcohol to the beer and everybody got smashed and lost their inhibitions, what few they had. There was a daisy chain, and couples screwed indiscriminately by the light of the fire. Stan couldn’t remember how many girls he’d had, but on that night he was sexually tireless. In time, four couples had slipped away to a ‘rustic cabin and an orgy to challenge ancient Rome had developed.

When the State Police arrived at the call of an indignant neighbor, they broke in without knocking.

“I was screwing this wild redhead in the bottom — sodomizing her — while she was sucking my buddy and another chick was ‘squatting over his face while he ate her out. The redhead was turned. on from both ends, really grinding her tail and humping back, wanting me deep in her asshole, and it was so wild we never heard the troopers until they blew a whistle and began pulling us out of each other. Then, as they say, the shit hit the fan. We wound up with our asses in a country jail and nothing but blankets . . . plus hangovers. I was lucky. My family had enough bread to cool the beef, but I got marching orders, so here I am,” Stan Oakes concluded.

“Fantastic!” Sally Sue breathed. She didn’t understand how a girl could eagerly be sodomized . . . yet when Terry had slipped his. finger into her tight little anus last night, there had been a wild excitement to it. “But with your money, why do you take on such a menial job? Even if you haven’t got your college degree, you should be able to get something better.”

“Sally Sue, you don’t get the picture,” the young man replied patiently. “Our little teakettle is owned by Oakes Industries. As an act of penance, I was sent out to find out what’s wrong with it. What’s wrong would fill a book, and the title would be Harold Eaton, who is too damn stupid to even know whom his station belongs to.” He chuckled and kissed her breasts lingeringly, his tongue teasing as his mouth sucked, and Sally Sue writhed in abandon reaching again for his still rigid cock. But he drew away, wanting to talk further. “There’s only one asset the station has — YOU! Without the Sally Sue Bennett Show, Eaton couldn’t sell time for dog food commercials. Now, keep this under your merkin, but in a few weeks you’ll be getting a TV offer. I told the old man we were wasting you using just your voice. This magnificent bod will kick hell out of the rating charts. How’s that grab you, darlin’?”

“I — am — stunned!” Sally Sue managed to say. “But you have to know about me . . . about what an animal I’ve turned into.”

“The pelt feels nice,” Stan said, rubbing her anxiously quivering hair-lined pussy and slowly working his middle finger to the first knuckle in the tightly constricting ring of her anus while Sally Sue gasped. Yet she didn’t repel him, recalling how pleasant it had been when Terry Claff did the same to her — only deeper ! He whispered, “How’s it feel, darling?”

Darling! He’d finally come out with what might be a love word! Sally Sue trembled and for an answer pushed down against the invading finger and felt it slide slowly, tantalizingly far up into her rectum. With lewdly playing fingers she handled his cock, building up her courage to tell him just what sort of carnal beast she was.

With none of the glibness of her radio personality, Sally Sue abjectly told Stan of the wanton triangle she had engaged in with Terry and Virgie. She told him of her broken marriage and her loneliness, and she didn’t spare herself. She was softly crying when she had purged herself. Sally Sue was afraid the slender young man would be revolted by her tale.

But he only laughed and kissed her as he said, “Group sex is the greatest, and it’s the one thing I miss out here, because if I get caught in the way I was before, I’ve got a year in jail hanging over my head.” He tugged at his long hair and added, “Those two sound wild . . . wild enough to have slipped you a pill or something. Kids grow up quicker every year, and you said this chick’s father has a drug store.”

“Well, yes, he does,” Sally Sue replied, thinking. A light was beginning to dawn. Some aphrodisiac could have been put in her coffee or something. And now, looking back, it did seem strange that Terry had appeared with his camera at just the most compromising time. There was no denying the sinful, lewd pleasure she’d received and given . . . and with hindsight, no way to discount the fact that they were both old and wise beyond their years.

“I think I have been had by a couple of artful dodgers,” Sally Sue said slowly, nuzzling into the hollow of Stan’s neck and grinding her naked ass-cheeks back against his impaling middle finger which was beginning to move in and out of her tightly puckering anus.

“Likely,” he agreed. “But you admitted it yanked you out of your shell.” His finger began to make a hot circle in her now relaxed rectum, stretching her tight rubbery sphincter muscle, and then she gasped, but with a lunge, thrust her buttocks back as a second finger joined it and his thumb sank deep into the liquid warmth of her pussy. “You wouldn’t have enjoyed this before, would you, darling?”

“Nooooo . . .” Sally Sue moaned, her sensuously writhing body undulating as his fingers began to slowly fuck in and out of her anal passage. Her arms tightened around him and her hungry mouth found his, and as Stan’s hot tongue slid between her parted lips her entire body trembled and she sighed, “Ooooohhhhh . . . Aaaaaahhh!”

She never thought of morality and decency. She suddenly realized she was awakened to herself, and wanted to erotically explore all the pleasures so long hidden in her beautiful body.

Suddenly, Sally Sue, no longer under the influence of drugs, was willing to make any experiment.

8

Sally Sue had no idea how long they lay together, exploring each other’s bodies. Her clutching fingers explored every ridge and vein of his rigid penis and slowly played with the thick foreskin and the heavy weight of his testicles which Stan’s experienced fingers worked slowly in and out of her tight anus, stretching the rubbery sphincter ring. His free hand toyed with her aching breasts, and from time to time he kissed her mouth, sliding his tongue between her eagerly parted lips.

The long-legged, full-breasted girl disc jockey was still somewhat dazed by finding out the real identity of Stan Oakes. Almost as much as she was by her own ravening desires. She wanted his wonderfully throbbing cock . . . and it didn’t matter a damn who or what he was!

She wanted his long hard penis to fill her cunt . . . fill her mouth.

But every time she tried to twist and bring her head down to his loins, he skillfully drew her back. Sally Sue wondered how she could have developed such wild carnal desires in so short a time, but speculation was useless. They existed, demandingly SO . . . so urgently that she found herself grinding harder and harder against the fingers which were tantalizingly easing in and out of her warmly welcoming rectum, screwing herself down on them until the palm of Stan’s hand slapped wetly on her smooth ass-cheeks.

“Damn you!” she muttered even as she ardently kissed him, feeling the unfulfilled desire mounting. “Do something!”

“Okay. Turn over on your belly.” His hand lewdly probed her ass-cheeks . . . “And spread your legs. A pillow under your hips.”

“Oh, Nooooo . . .” Sally Sue gasped, knowing immediately what he wanted. He wanted to sodomize her as he had the unnamed redhead at the orgy! Almost whimpering, she pleaded, “I’ve never done anything like that . . . Stan, if you care for me .

“I do . . . I really do, Sally Sue. But you just got through telling me how you’d never sucked a cock or been eaten or gone down on a chick and how you dug it all once you tried it. I tell you, this is something else!” Firmly he thrust his fingers deep into her hot, buttery rectum and rotated them. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

“Yes,” she admitted after a moment, when she realized she was cooperating, grinding herself onto his hand. “Yessssss!”

“Then do what I tell you — or I'm going home!” His voice had suddenly hardened, although it didn’t raise in pitch. Sally Sue knew he wasn’t bluffing. “Roll over!”

Abjectly, humiliated by her position, yet perversely thrilled by finding a man who would not take a simple NO for an answer, Sally Sue drew the pillow into place and slowly crawled onto it so her smooth rounded ass-cheeks were obscenely exposed.

“Open your legs wide,” Stan ordered, and she obeyed, holding her breath in anticipation.

The shamelessly aroused girl disc jockey couldn’t resist drawing her blue-black hair back from her face and turning to see it happen in the mirror. Stan’s thick rigid penis was erect and throbbing, his balls heavy. It still glistened almost silver with the saliva of her mouth. But it looked so huge! Even though his fingers had felt good, she could not imagine how such a huge shaft could fit into her tiny rectum! It would surely tear her tender flesh. Oh, if he’d only yield and put it in her pussy or allow her to suck him!

And now she was watching him bend low over her, and Sally Sue steeled herself for the obscene ordeal. She saw the sheet below her face dampening with the tears that gushed from her eyes. Why did he have to do this to her? She wanted to give and take love, and not be hurt. Yet she was a failure, Sally Sue admitted to herself. After so many years of self-denial, she had finally cracked and wildly joined a pair of depraved teenagers in unspeakable acts — and she had loved it all!

Now, this had to be the final debasement, this sodomy. Well, the distressed divorcee thought, perhaps she deserved it. Sally Sue felt Stan’s strong young body pressing down on her and gritted her teeth, awaiting impalement on his thick spear of flesh.

But it didn’t come. Instead, she felt his hot breath on her neck and his hand drawing her hair aside so his lips could press wetly against her flesh while his tongue began to lick slowly around her ears, then her throat and teasingly down her spine.

“Aaaaahhhhhh . . .” Sally Sue moaned, in spite of herself. It was like being tickled with a wet feather and, reacting, she rose higher, taking her weight on her knees, hardly aware of the warmth of his erect penis rubbing between her lewdly splayed ass-cheeks. Then his hands were cupping her swaying breasts, tweaking the extended nipples and finally sliding over the smoothness of her belly to her hips, his thumbs drawing her trembling ass-cheeks wide. Without warning, the fluttering tip of his tongue began to ring the puckered rose of her anus and suddenly it plunged past the constricted rubbery sphincter ring and began fucking her so much more delightfully than his fingers had. Sally Sue could only tremble uncontrollably and sigh, “Ooooooooohhhhhhh . . . Stan!”

Lewdly she churned her widespread buttocks against his face, delighting in this new ecstatic sensation. In the mirror she saw her face contorted with a wanton lust. Suddenly his tongue didn’t seem big enough for her, and she gasped out a plea she had never before made in her life.

“Fuck me . . . Oh, FUCK ME IN THE ASS!”

Eagerly she pressed back, rising to her elbows and writhing as she felt the huge bulbous knob of his cockhead touch her spasming rectal opening and his hands holding her hips steady.

Then he was thrusting . . .

“Uuuuuugggghhhhh!!!” Sally Sue grunted as inexorably the mushroom-shaped tip of his long hard cock pushed at her defensively puckering anus. What had been a delightful point of pleasure moments before now became one of almost unbearable pain and she cried out, “Ooooohhhhhh, no . . . don’t . . . it hurts!”

“Relax, honey,” Stan said and his hand cracked stingingly over her trembling ass-cheeks. “Screw back on my prick!”

The stinging blow made Sally Sue gasp, but at the same time her pain-tautened muscles relaxed and the massive head of Stan’s hotly throbbing cock penetrated in that instant. She felt him thrust an inch or two farther into her sensitive anal flesh, and it felt like she was being impaled on the handle of a logger’s axe. She sobbed out her agony and dimly heard him telling her that in a minute it would feel good.

“Swing your beautiful ass around and work it in,” the lean young man ordered. “The quicker I’m all the way in, the quicker we can start to fuck in a way like you wouldn’t believe!”

Sally Sue drew several deep breaths and steeled herself to obey her lover’s command. She was still painfully stretched, her anus distended by the thickness of his invading cock, but it was gradually beginning to feel better. Slowly she began to rock from side to side, feeling his rigid hardness sink deeper and deeper up into her straining rectum. The moving helped a lot, and gradually she began to grind her wide-stretched ass-cheeks back at him, feeling his massive rod churning deep in her vitals. With a gasp, she realized the initial pain was being replaced by a sensual tingling, and she humped her back and drove back hard, feeling his thick rigid penis going deeper and deeper, pushing rippling soft flesh ahead of it. Sally Sue realized her rectum was even more sensitive than her pussy, and once Stan got all the way into her, it would be, as he had promised, something like she’d never dreamed of!

“Ummmmm . . . aaaahhhhh!!!” Sally Sue moaned in mounting lewd passion. “All of it — NOW!”

The soft hemispheres of her naked buttocks churning wildly, Sally Sue screwed herself back onto his long impaling penis. She was almost flattened on the bed as Stan Oakes rammed forward and the full length of his lust-inflamed cock plunged into the squirming depths of her aroused young body. His sperm-laden balls smacked against her exposed ass-cheeks, and he cried out in triumph.

“Aaaaauuuuggghhhh!” Sally Sue cried out as fresh pain seared through her loins. She collapsed over the pillow and could hardly look at her reflection in the mirror, with the tall blond young man’s penis buried to the hilt between her quivering buttocks. “God, you’re BIG!”

“And you’re tighter than a bear trap . . . we’ll take it slow until you get relaxed, Sally Sue. You like it?”

“I’m not struggling, am I?” the raven haired girl quipped, flexing her anal muscles around the huge penis as she began to undulate beneath him just enough so that with each movement his rampant cock moved in and out of her tightly puckering anus an inch or two. Very slowly, she engulfed his pulsing maleness with the moist heat of her back passage and felt his cum-filled testicles smack against her lewdly open buttocks. She was afraid to think of how it would feel if, with all his powerful strength, Stan Oakes really did fuck it to her hard, withdrawing and then ramming the entire length of his male organ into her defenseless anus. But this — this was nice! As long as he would remain poised over her, buried deep in her, his big hands caressing her breasts and his lips nuzzling her neck, his tongue flicking into her ears. Sally Sue wanted this to go on all night! No matter how perverted it might be, she couldn’t help it! She sighed in sensuous pleasure and whispered, “Talk to me, Stan.”

“About what?” he asked, jamming his cock deeper and hearing the girl beneath him grunt.

“Anything . . . your other girls . . . your family . . . sex fantasies . . . just tell me lies if the truth sounds dull.” Grindingly she skewered her quivering little anus up on his cock. “Don’t fuck me hard — yet. I’m getting to like this.”

“By damn, you said it. You actually said FUCK!” he exclaimed. “I didn’t think you had it in you!”

“You know I’ve got it in me,” Sally Sue said, squirming, feeling his hotly pulsating penis reaming her tender anus and chuckling with a lewdness she didn’t know she possessed. Somehow nothing mattered now but the man hovering over her, his thick shaft buried deep up inside her sensitive flesh, slowly sliding his penis in and out of her rectum — sodomizing her — thrilling her obscenely.. She sighed and murmured, “Deep as you can, tiger!”

For Sally Sue it was almost surrealistic. She could see herself in the mirror, belly down, with her legs spread wide and a rigid pole of flesh sliding in and out of her distended ass-cheeks, the strokes gradually getting longer as she herself writhed and undulated, welcoming it. And yet they were really just talking, getting to know each other, exchanging anecdotes. Sally Sue wished she’d had such intimacies with Bob . . . if she'd had, she might still be a wife instead of a divorcee. But that was all down the drain, and this was real! This gorgeous cock was filling her virginal anus! She began to swivel her hips more urgently, wanting to feel more and more of it. And then Stan surprised her with a question.

“Sally Sue, is this going to be a one night stand?” he asked.

“What do you think?” She deliberately clamped her muscles down tight on his pulsing cockshaft, and was pleased when she heard him moan in pleasure. When he didn’t answer, she persisted, “Do you think it’s going to be just for one night?”

“You sounded pretty turned on by the kids." Stan replied.

Sally Sue ground her naked buttocks back hard against his lust-thickened penis before answering. “Oh, I was turned on. But Terry’s so young . . . and Virgie’s a girl . . . oh, hell, so much has happened so fast to me. Well, I guess if they got me at the right time — well, sure, maybe . . .”

“Don’t feel so damn guilty, darling,” Stan said as his hands moved to cup her breasts again and his fingers tweak the nipples painfully. “They sound like a groovy pair.” His rampant cock surged deep up into her now relaxed rectum again.

“You wouldn’t say that if we were living together and you came home and found me in bed with either of them,” Sally Sue retorted, grinding back and up to take his thrust. “You’d blow your fuses.”

“Like hell . . . I’d get in bed with you.”

Sally Sue thought it had to be the most insane conversation she’d ever heard, but then he began using his thumbs to squeeze her clitoris and she went insane herself. .

Terry’s oral gratification had calmed little Virgie temporarily, but only served to make his own carnal desires stronger. He was on the point of yielding to them and pulling her head with its bright cap of pale hair down to his aching loins when the Ferrari purred down the secluded street and into the drive of Sally Sue’s apartment house.

They watched the couple enter, and saw lights go on in the front of the apartment, then later blacken while others illuminated the bedroom.

“Goddamnit!” I guess that’s it for tonight,” Virgie said petulantly. “You’re stuck with me.”

“You’re great sticking even if you are a little kook,” he growled as he pulled her searching hand away from his thickening penis. “I know who that son of a bitch is — Stan Oakes. He screws around that radio station, but he’s worth a fortune. And if we don’t scare his ass off now, he’s going to walk off with our girl. I say we go in and surprise them!”

“Our girl!” the petite blonde said, laughing, until she realized the phrase fit. She thought about it. What did she have to lose? If they got into the house and things got hairy, it was Terry who’d be knocked on his ass, not herself. And after hungering so long for Sally Sue, then bringing her out so beautifully, Virgie didn’t want to surrender her to some damn rich kid after only one night. She decided, and said, “Let’s go!”

“I’ve got some ammo if we need it,” Terry said, patting the pocket of his windbreaker. “Pictures of Sally Sue down on you. Maybe if he sees those, he’ll just walk out and she’ll be ours, like we planned.”

“For a young kid, you have one hell of a devious mind,” Virgie acknowledged with a lewd chuckle.

Getting in was no problem. In her agitated state, Sally Sue had forgotten to press the lock button, and the door opened silently. The teens slipped their shoes off and tiptoed through the apartment toward the bedroom where a dim light glowed. They peered through the half open door, their eyes widening at what they saw and overheard. They drew back to the living room.

“Jesus! He’s got it in her ass!” Terry said in an awed whisper.

“And he’s hardly fucking her at all!” Virgie responded. “They’re talking about the weather!”

“Let’s join the party, kid,” he said. From his pocket he took a heavy Boy Scout knife.’ Secretly, he was afraid of what Stan Oakes might be able to do to him. He wouldn’t think of opening a blade, but if he had to lay one punch across Oakes’ jaw, the weight of the knife would give him clout.

Down the dark hallway they went, two silent shadows. And now Stan and Sally Sue weren’t talking. Fully and even eagerly adjusted to the deep anal penetration, Sally Sue had risen so she was on elbows and wide-stretched knees, her beautiful round buttocks churning wildly as the long rigid cock fucked in and out of her rectum and Stan’s semen-heavy balls smacked between her wide-stretched ass-cheeks.

“Aaaaauuuuuggghhh . . . Oooooohhhh . . . !“ the aroused older woman cried out softly ‘as she felt the hot spear of flesh ramming. mercilessly up into her trembling belly. “Oh, Stan! Now it’s so gooooooddddd!!!”

And it was, for Sally Sue was discovering a whole new spectrum of sex! So different from mere fucking . . . and having a wonderfully spurting penis in her mouth, or tasting the sweet vaginal flesh of a young girl. She wished she could have all these things at once, and this time she didn’t think she’d hate herself in the morning.

The girl with blue-black hair flailing the air in her passion no longer cared about anything but her sensual fulfillment!

“Fuck meeeee . . . Ooooooohhhhh, fuck my ass!!" she cried out.

“Wow! The Sally Sue Show — in the living flesh!”

Sally froze, staring at the doorway, her brain spinning. It took her a moment to realize the intruders were Terry and Virgie, and they were grinning lewdly at her with a cock sunk deep in her wildly clasping rectum. Suddenly she wanted to be sick. She thought she might be capable of killing them for this intrusion just as she was finding a different peak of ecstasy. She thought Stan would surely pull his penis out of her and go to her defense, but he only fucked deeper into her buttocks as he spoke.

“Honey, are these the two?”

“Yes,” she managed to gasp. “They’re the ones.”

“And you dug it with them . . . maybe you can with all of us!” She felt herself being tilted on her side, then rolled on top of him with his penis reaming her quivering rectal passage as her legs splayed lewdly open on either side of him and his big hands closed over her hot breasts, holding her tight. Unbelieving, Sally Sue heard him say, “Kid, I know all about you. Maybe I should get up and kick the shit out of you, and maybe I still will before the night’s out . . . but I won’t yet because Sally Sue really needs the wildest screwing she can get. How about a sandwich?”

“Stan!” Sally Sue screamed, immediately realizing what lay behind his obscene proposition. He wanted both of them to do it to her at once! “Oh, Stan. . . Nooooooooo!!!”

“I told you how good it is in groups — now you’re going to find out for yourself, darling,” he said. “Get through this and you’ll never have another inhibition in your life!” He jammed his hotly throbbing penis up into the clasping depths of her rectum again and said, “Come on, kid. FUCK HER!!!”

Terrified Sally Sue had a vision of herself kneeling with her neck stretched on a block while a black-masked monster of a man approached with a huge axe as Terry furiously tore his clothes off and leapt into the bed. His virile young cock was rigid, and at the tiny hole in the tip a pearl of preseminal fluid glistened. The dark-haired beauty tried to struggle, but was held firmly by Stan Oakes beneath her and the weight of Terry above, forcing her flailing legs even wider apart.

Then she felt the insistent, bulging head of the teenager’s male organ pressing at the tightness of her flexing pussy. And in the background, little blonde Virgie was silently grinning at her degradation! How could they do this to her? Terry was really a young animal, and possibly could be excused. But Stan — Stan had almost said he was in love with her . . . and now he was submitting her to this terrible indignity! She felt stuffed already with his throbbing penis rammed in her rectum from beneath. It would be impossible for Terry to get his cock into her now-gaping cunt!

But he was poised above her, the bulbous head pressing at the tender portal. She screamed as she felt him lunge up . . . and then his cock slipped away from her dampened vaginal sheath, and he swore, and tried again with the same result.

“You fuck better with your tongue, Terry,” the little blonde said. “Here — let me get you into her!” She grabbed the boy’s iron-hard staff and aimed it directly up Sally Sue’s quivering cuntal channel and then, winking, said, “Sock it to her, baby!”

Sally Sue screamed as she felt his long rigid hardness ram upward into her already distended flesh, searing like a white hot poker, almost tearing her apart. Wildly her legs flew out to either side and then locked tight around the back of the boy as she felt the two cocks jammed deep in her painfully yielding flesh, separated only by the thin membrane between her cuntal and rectal passages. She cried, not so much from the pain, but from the realization of her vilely obscene position, literally a piece of meat in a human sandwich! The lovely girl disc jockey had never imagined such a thing was possible.

Tears of anguish rolled down her cheeks and she tried to tell herself this was all a nightmare, a hallucination.

But there was no hallucination to what she felt as the two warmly pulsating cocks began to move rhythmically in and out of her dually-impaled body. She could feel them rubbing against each other as gradually the teenager on top of her and the older, yet still young man below, established a fucking rhythm.

“Oooooohhhh . . . Aaauuuggghhh . . . Nooooooo! ! !“ Sally Sue pleaded, but to no avail as they slowly increased the speed of her dual fucking. Helpless, unable to escape the ravishment, she discovered the only way to ease the pain was to lock her long slender legs tight around Terry’s humping back so that each time he rose for another driving, reaming stroke, he took her with him. There was no way to escape the lusty thrusting of Stan’s rock-hard penis into her tender rectum. She grunted “Uuggghhh . . . UUgggh!” with every rocking movement and wished she could be dead.

Above her, Virgie was looking down, her eyes bright with excitement, and in the big mirror Sally Sue saw the whole obscene spectacle reflected. She was being mercilessly buffeted between the two like a beach ball . . . and suddenly the utter humiliation and degradation of her position began to enthrall her.

The two penises were plundering her vaginal and rectal passages, slamming her up and down. Gradually there was less pain, and a growing feeling of intense sensual excitement

“Oooooohhhhh . . . Aaaaahhhhh!!!” she sighed, and began to move in rhythm with them. She found herself screwing up hungrily on Terry’s cock, then humping down on Stan’s, feeling it ram like a hot piston deep up into her wildly puckering anus. Mindlessly, carried away by the carnality, she began to chant, “Ooooohhh . . . gooooood . . . deeper . . . harder . . . FUCK ME HARDER!!! Your pricks are wonderful!!!”

Suddenly the once staid Sally Sue Bennett found herself a sensual animal, writhing and clawing and thrashing, trying to draw the pummeling penises deeper and deeper up into her burning flesh. She had never realized such sensations as she now experienced were possible as, with the fury of a madwoman, she fucked with every ounce of strength in her nakedly squirming body.

Sally Sue heard herself screaming out her pleasure, and somewhere far away the Airdale was barking and the cheetah was screeching. Wildly she screwed her tightly clutching cunt up onto Terry’s long hard cock, then furiously ground her ass-cheeks down on Stan’s thick impaling penis. She could feel the sweat slick on their lewdly tangled bodies and she rejoiced in their wantonness.

Suddenly Virgie’s innocent face hovered over her tossing breasts and her soft little mouth opened wide to engulf first one and then the other while her groping fingers kneaded their resilient flesh.

“Your pussy!” Sally Sue gasped. “Give me your pussy!”

With a salacious grin, the little teenager deftly maneuvered herself over Sally Sue’s lust-contorted face and lowered her sweet young cunt to the older woman’s searching tongue. She felt Sally Sue’s hot lips begin to suck at her sensitive vaginal flesh and writhed, pressing down as the spearing tongue teased her clitoris before ravenously slithering up into the depths of her loins.

Adrenalin flowed through Sally Sue’s thrashing body. She wanted this to go on all night . . . this being wildly fucked by two young cocks at once and at the same time drinking the sweet nectar from the squirming blonde’s pussy. She could hear the liquid squishing and licking sounds of their furiously smacking bodies, the hot surge of rigid maleness slamming into her steaming pussy and anus, feel the semen-laden testicles whack into her lewdly splayed ass-cheeks and against her ecstatic cunt . . . and then, like a sun flare, all hesitations and inhibitions left her forever.

All sense of time was lost too until she suddenly felt Terry and Stan’s cocks swelling in her loins and knew they were going to cum. She wanted the four of them to cum together, and furiously she pulled Virgie’s taut little buttocks down hard against her mouth and fucked her tongue far up into the succulent little cunt.

In moments, Virgie was screaming out her wild completion, and the passionate cry triggered the others. Sally Sue felt both her cunt and her rectum suddenly filled with thick hot cum spurting from two wildly ramming penises. Eagerly she welcomed it, her anal and vaginal muscles sucking even as her tongue licked furiously at the delicious flow from the young pussy grinding against her passion swollen lips.

And then, gloriously, she was screaming out her own wild orgasm . ..

For a long time the four lay locked together. There were wet sucking and popping sounds as finally Virgie, exhausted, rose from the caress of Sally Sue’s sucking lips and the two cocks, trailing strings of whitish cum, eased out of her sorely used cunt and anus. She lay back, sighing in carnal contentment as all four caressed each other indiscriminately.

Sally Sue found her head suddenly clear. She knew what she had done. The first time may have been caused by the medication. This time it was her own long suppressed carnality which had triggered it. She was glad that it had happened, because now she knew herself . . . and thought she knew them also.

A strangely mixed bag.

Terry was self-centered, a conniver, but at an age when he would grow out of it.

Beautiful little Virgie believed she was a lesbian, but had demonstrated that she could enjoy men as well as women . . . just as she, herself, had demonstrated the same thing.

Stan Oakes — well, despite his wealth, he’d been doing the most menial tasks at the station, taking abuse from the ineffectual Harold Eaton — as he had put it, doing penance.

And herself — Sally Sue still wasn’t sure. But at least she was out of her cage.

She was free!

Free to do anything she wanted. Make love to a girl or lingeringly suck a rigid penis or kneel and take one deep in her rectum. Anything! Free to love!

Impulsively she moved and tenderly kissed the tips of the now deflated cocks and then Virgie’s small, erect breasts before saying, “I am starving. Any volunteers for K.P.?”

“I cook all the time for myself,” Terry said.

“I know how to make coffee,” Virgie added, smiling in contentment.

“Go forthwith and do." Sally Sue said with her old exuberance. The naked teenagers climbed from the bed and Sally Sue was left alone with Stan Oakes. He moved to take her into his arms again but she held him back, saying, “I smell like a goat. A billy goat.”

“I like it. I want you.” he replied, kissing her deeply.

“You couldn’t again . . . not so soon,” Sally Sue murmured.

“I mean for a long time.”

Sally Sue knew what he meant. While she had found herself, she was not about to fall into the marriage trap again not until she was sure. Stan was eight years younger than herself, and she knew how wild she had been with a boy half her age . . . and Virgie. Virgie wouldn’t last forever, but there would be other girls. . . and young boys. She decided to stall.

“Stan . . . I’d have to think about it . . . a long time. Could we just sort of hold each other and . . . you know?”

“Can’t think, of anything better to do,” the lean young man said as he began to nuzzle her neck.

An uproar suddenly came from the kitchen.

“You son of a bitch!”

“Fucking big spotted cat!”

“Bastards!”

“Look out, here comes a hawk!”

“And an owl!”

“Don’t step on that snake!”

The mingled voices of Virgie and Terry made it clear that something like a riot was developing. The apartment was rich with the smell of frying pork chops and perking coffee.

“The zoo is raiding!” Sally Sue yelped, and sprang from the bed, pounding down the hallway to the kitchen, where she found confusion and disaster. Stan came close behind her. A table and chairs had been overturned. The coral snake was coiled, hissing, ready to strike from behind the refrigerator. Terry and Virgie were standing stark naked in the middle of the room, clutching each other in fright, obviously dazed. Sally Sue blurted, “What went on here?”

“We were cooking pork chops,” a shaken Terry said. “It got smoky, so we opened the windows when they were done and draining on the rack. Then all of a sudden there was this huge dog and the biggest goddamned cat in the world, and an eagle and a fucking midget owl. They ripped us off.”

“Nothing left but the coffee,” Virgie added in an awed tone.

“Well, there are cold cuts . . . I’ll throw something together. You guys go back to the bedroom.” Sally Sue said, hardly able to suppress her laughter. The darn zoo could disrupt a royal coronation. “Scoot!”

It took only minutes to assemble a stack of sandwiches and arrange a mini-buffet on a wheeled cart. Sally Sue found the trio lazily caressing each other in her bed. Despite the huge gourmet meal she’d had earlier, she now found herself ravenously hungry and quickly ate two sandwiches. She thought: Sex does give one an appetite! An appetite for more sex. She could see future problems and set about solving them.

“What are we going to do about us?” she asked, munching a salami and cheese. “I mean, we’ve each got our hangups but it was pretty groovy tonight. We can’t just go flapping our wings and flying off in all directions.” Sally Sue took another bite and a sip of black coffee.

“Terry. . . Virgie . . . you’re both under age. I’ve got a career. Stan is sort of under a cloud. I don’t know how I could be thinking things like this out the way I was a week or two ago, but now that I have you three, I don’t want to let you go.”

“No sweat,” Stan Oakes said. “The family has a small ranch, only a hundred or so acres, up the valley. Nobody lives near it. Plenty of room for your damned zoo, and all the privacy in the world. The four of us could take it over.”

The suggestion was approved on the spot, with enthusiasm. Both Terry and Virgie had virtually full freedom of movement granted by their permissive parents. Terry seemed troubled however, and finally broke down as he turned to Sally Sue.

“I fucked you up — really,” he said. “Virgie too.”

“I don’t understand,” Sally Sue replied.

“We loaded your coffee with hot pants stuff. You were zonked out of your mind when you were in bed with us. I got to tell you that, even if it ruins the whole scene.”

Content

The Lady Disc Jockey
By Carl Van Marcus

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