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.