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 -