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.