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.