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 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"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 turntable, 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 
cock head 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 
areola 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 ripe, 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 pre-seminal 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. 

CHAPTER TWO 

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. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

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 . . . 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

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 . 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

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. 

CHAPTER SIX 

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 clich 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. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

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. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

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." 


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