Nothing seemed to be going right for little Virgie Green. All her churning teenage sexual desires were being frustrated. The petite blonde with pouting mouth and still budding breasts had endured a bad year.
First she had been virtually raped by a college freshman at a drive-in movie after she had teased him too far, thinking deep kissing would be enough. But in the end he'd pulled her panties down, dragged her onto an old mattress in the back of his station wagon, pried her legs apart and fucked her painfully. Well, not "painfully" after the first minute or two, but the ruthlessly reaming penis hadn't given her much pleasure either, and for a time she had retreated into herself shyly, not dating, not taking any part in the frantic activities of her senior class in high school where she had formerly been one of the leaders.
Finally her auburn-haired swimming instructor, a statuesque athletic woman of thirty named Miss McCoy – who was a confirmed lesbian – invited Virgie to her little cottage for an after-swim snack. Although she was employed in the physical education department, Arlene McCoy was well on her way to a master's degree in clinical psychology, and it took her only an hour, plus a lemonade well spiked with vodka Virgie never tasted, to get the full story. Soon she had the teenage blonde writhing in wild abandon in bed. And then it was only a short step to initiating her into returning the pleasure and even being the aggressor. She implanted in the young girl's mind a firm conviction that men were out to do nothing but exploit women.
And then, Arlene had left for a summer course, and Virgie was without a girl lover. She was afraid to make advances to any of the girls she knew in this comparatively small town.
But she found Sally Sue Bennett irresistible… she had to have her, by fair means or foul. And nobody could question her hanging around the pizza parlor and getting into a rap session with Sally Sue – all the teens did it.
She went with Terry Claff the night Sally Sue was picked up by Stan Oakes only out of frustration. It was pleasant, but a mechanical thing, having his hard thrusting cock in her warmly throbbing cunt. It sure wasn't anything like Miss McCoy's tongue!
She had driven her father's station wagon, loaded with stuff cleaned out of the garage, to the pet benefit show just to see Sally Sue. She salivated when the dark haired divorcee perched on the piano with her short dress stretched so high on her smooth legs that the soft hemispheres of her ass-cheeks were exposed, and when Sally Sue moved, the tight little panties she wore stretched and the dark curly hairs that fringed her tight cuntal slit flashed for an instant.
God, how Virgie wanted to taste that cuntal flesh… just once!
She had hoped to get Sally Sue aside and maybe get something started. Thinking back, she'd only seen the ravishing Di go with one man. Just as, over reacting, she'd put out for Terry that night. Sally Sue Bennett might feel the same desires as herself, Virgie thought… hoped.
And then, damn it, a stinking bird had ruined it all! Terry was obviously taking Sally Sue home – a drugged Sally Sue.
If ever she'd had a chance, this would have been the time.
Well, she could see what went on. She followed the MG and then was frustrated because she could not get a view through the windows of the apartment and had to wait for hours before the damn boy finally left – driving Sally Sue's sports car.
Virgie followed him home at a discreet distance and watched Terry park the MG in front of his studio apartment and go inside. She waited until she was sure he wouldn't be leaving and then went home, her young cunt empty and burning. She lay in bed awake for a long time, making feminine plans, discarding one, thinking of another, until she had it all plotted.
She was delighted to hear on the radio the next day that the Sally Sue Show wouldn't be broadcast live for two days because the girl DJ was undergoing medical treatment. That evening, after finishing her stint at the supermarket handing out samples of various snacks that were being pushed by the chain, Virgie Green returned to the pizza parlor determined to do anything she had to do to reach Sally Sue through Terry. While Virgie Green was only seventeen and looked younger, she was gifted with a quick, analytical mind. She was sure that unaided she would never have a chance with Sally Sue. At this point, she surely couldn't blackmail her, for she had nothing but suspicions to go on.
Well, then she'd use Terry, even if it meant giving herself to him again. She'd hit him right between the eyes.
As he brought her a bowl of minestrone soup and a meatball sandwich the slender little blonde tauntingly said. "How's your girlfriend feeling? I thought you might take the night off to comfort her… again. Is her wrist better?"
"What the hell!" the tall youth blurted, almost dropping the tray.
"It was almost five hours you consoled Sally Sue – I bet your father would love to know that!"
She read the sudden fear on his face. For Terry knew if his old man got wind of it, there would go the apartment and his independence, and he'd be back intolerably close to his beautiful stepmother – and his sister. What in the hell could the pale haired vixen be up to? Sure, she'd gone with him once but shown no interest in a return bout. He doubted it was jealousy as he managed to say, "What's the number?"
"You wouldn't want to talk about it here," Virgie said. "I've got wheels. I'll pick you up when your shift is done."
She let him sweat. The adolescent was trembling when he finally left the pizza house and got into the station wagon. Tantalizingly Virgie remained silent as she drove directly to his tiny apartment. Damn, it was nice to see him sweat!
And then, with the door closed and bolted behind them, she made the mistake of overstating her case, claiming to have seen what happened. Terry Claff knew then she was lying, for it would have been physically impossible for anyone to have peered into the window as Virgie Green claimed she had. For one thing, it was far too high for her. For another, the only window happened to open onto the fenced exercise area for the Airdale and cheetah, and he'd turned both animals into it after feeding them, and he doubted little Virgie would have dared to enter the enclosure. All she knew was that he'd spent a long time there. She could, of course, start rumors. The youth decided he must get to the bottom of this.
"You little bitch, you're lying!" He went on to explain why he was sure of this and concluded, "Why?"
Virgie decided her own best chance lay in a turnabout – maybe she could join forces with Terry. She decided to hit him with the shocking naked truth.
"Because I want the same thing you do – Sally Sue!" the petite blonde admitted calmly. "I'm a lesbian! Now don't blow your cool, Terry… let me finish. You fucked her I know that. Do you think you'll ever have a chance again? She was doped out of her mind, remember? Even if you did her good, she'd be afraid of the wild scandal and losing her job if it came out, right? So unless you have a lever, you won't get any more, and you better believe! Now, you can be my lever and I'll be yours. I'll lay it on her hard and scare her into bed, and then you can do the same in reverse."
"You mean share," responded Terry, who was not slow to catch an idea. The little blonde might be queer, but she could sure think fast. Funny about her being les. The night that they'd gotten together, he'd never have suspected. Instantly he decided to go along, but make Virgie pay a price, sort of put a down payment on the package. "Maybe… what do you want to know? And how bad?"
"Everything that happened… but nothing made up. It would blow the whole scene to go to her and tell her she did something she didn't do. That would fuck us both up." Virgie took a deep breath and said, "I suppose I'll do anything."
With a grin of combined lust and triumph, the boy led her to the open sofa bed. He lay on it, zipped his fly open and slipped his pants and shorts down. His fully erected cock sprang out at a sharp angle from his loins. Virgie stared at it in revulsion as he looked mockingly, challengingly at her. She knew she had to do what he wanted and steeled herself for the ordeal. Slowly she knelt beside him and made herself take the long spear of flesh in her tiny hand and roll the foreskin down. The reddish, bulbous head seemed to fill her, vision and her sensitive fingertips could feel Terry's heartbeat. Her hand could not encircle the base where it extended from the curly mass of hair.
The lesbian girl had unwillingly done this for him the other night. Then, it had been necessary for Terry to teach her, and he'd virtually tortured her into the oral act, performing cunnilingus on her as eagerly as Miss McCoy until Virgie was on the verge of cumming, then refusing to continue until she took his cock in her mouth and sucked it. Then she had found it strangely exciting, and the way, he'd so delightfully fulfilled his end of the bargain once his cum had squirted deep into her throat had made the humiliation well worthwhile; Although contrary to her desires, he was far better than the rape she'd endured long ago, in the back of a station wagon.
Now the tiny pink tip of her tongue flicked out and began to encircle the rubbery head as her little mouth pursed in a soft, wet O as he had taught her. Lingeringly she licked the entire length of the thickly veined penis until it was slippery with her saliva. She heard the boy groan in pleasure. Gradually she. worked his cock far into her mouth, her sucking lips distorted until her pert nose was buried in the masculine scented hair of his genitals. Her blonde tressed head began to rise and fall, his cock looking like. a tree buried in her gaping mouth.
And an idea came to her as she remembered the way he had stopped when she was right at the peak that other night. Well, two could play that game. Virgie's hair flailed as she urgently sucked and tongued the pole of male flesh and finally felt it get even thicker and harder and his balls were drawing up to his loins. In moments he would be spurting like a fire hose into her devouring mouth.
Suddenly she sprang away from him and quickly wriggled out of her short dress. She dropped her brassiere and retreated to a sagging overstuffed chair, where she curled up, clad only in thin black panties. She held up her hand as Terry began to come for her, his cock glistening with her saliva.
"No more… not until you tell me everything that happened with Sally Sue! What you did, where, what positions!" She grinned wickedly. "Remember, you did something like this to me. I'll finish what I started… later."
Terry Claff remembered once his father, in a moment of intimacy, had told him "A stiff prick has no conscience," and now he understood. He could easily have wrung her neck! Conniving lesbian cunt! But she had him by the short hairs. He told Virgie, and saw her becoming excited, her nipples hardening and lengthening and her brief panties showing signs of wetness. He tantalized her with a lengthy description of how he'd felt when he was between Sally Sue's wildly clutching thighs and his tongue slithering snakelike up her juice filled pussy.
The colorful account inflamed Virgie to the point that when Terry finished, she almost ran across the small room and knelt over him. With savage urgency, envisioning this huge penis buried deep in Sally Sue's tight cunt, she began to suck furiously her lips tight as a rubber hand around the pulsing staff, her tongue urgently swirling until in a matter of seconds, she felt his hands grip her head tightly as Terry fucked far into her bobbing face, his manhood jamming deep down the back of her hungrily sucking mouth. And then the hot gushing of his cum was spewing onto her tongue, out of her mouth to run down her chin and drip onto her belly as her breasts bounced and danced over his loins. Eagerly she drank the pungent fluid, her cheeks hollowing with her sucking, until there was no more and his penis shriveled in her tightly compressed lips.
"I don't think you're as lesbian as you say," Terry panted as the girl shifted to lie close to him. "No les could fake sucking like that!"
Slowly Virgie Green licked the silvery cum from her lust swollen mouth before replying. "Maybe I'm not at that. I wasn't faking the scene." Slowly she kissed Terry, letting him taste his own cum and whispered, "If we're going to be partners, I should maybe tell you how come I'm the way I am.. "
Haltingly, almost shyly, Virgie told him about the rape, and then being brought out by Arlene McCoy, and how she had turned to him through bitterness when she saw Sally Sue take off with Stan Oakes. Then she said she had an idea.
"Terry, I don't want to be gay all my life. In a way I dig going down on you… but I'm not ready for a man all the way. If it was a choice of you or Sally Sue right now, you wouldn't have a chance. We're both in love with her. I'm a girl and you're jailbait for her…but maybe we can twist it around so we can do it all together… the three of us."
"All at once?" the handsome youth said, amazed at the thought.
"There are lots of ways. I've got some books and pictures. Just imagine the two of us working on her at once! I lick her cunt until she's out of her mind while you kiss her breasts and then put that big thing of yours in her beautiful mouth!"
"Damn, she'd never go for that!" the boy said positively.
"If she blows a little grass… sees me go down on you, she might get in the mood. You said she's hot as a firecracker when she lets her guard down."
"Well, yeah.. " he agreed. It was possible.
"We'll work it out." Suddenly she shifted, straddling him and brought her hot young cunt down on his mouth as she said, "Eat me… tongue me, Terry… I'm so damn hot, just thinking about it that I'll cum in a couple of seconds."
Two days later, Sally Sue Bennett found herself chafing at the bit. She felt fine, if a bit hot at times, and lacked some of her normal exuberant energy. Her doctor said she was running a temperature and kept her pumped full of antibiotics. A man who looked ahead, he'd had a mechanic temporarily immobilize both the BMW motorcycle and the MG which Terry had returned while she was asleep. Sally Sue blushed to think of how she had lewdly given herself to the teenager and the wild pleasure it had brought her. She admitted to herself it all wasn't to be blamed on the drugs. She'd wanted him, wanted his virile young cock fucking her to sweet oblivion. She wondered where and how, at his young age, he'd learned to be such a magnificent lover.
Well, it was a moot question, for she could never let anything like that happen ever again! He was only a baby! If it were ever discovered, she'd be disgraced. Her budding career would be at an end – and she might be in prison.
Yet being with Terry had awakened something within her, Sally Sue knew. A wanton lewdness she'd never suspected. The thing he'd done to her with his mouth! That absolutely settled it – she had to take a lover, and quickly! Or she would not be able to resist the next time she saw the tall, handsome youth.
Stan Oakes? Well, he was several years younger than herself, but even though she hadn't cum with him, he had been more than adequate, and now that Terry had freed her from some of her inhibitions, he might fill her needs. He had been eager to lick her pussy, and she wished now she had let him, because if she had, the horribly shameful incident with Terry would never have happened. Although Stan was only a trainee at the small station, he seemed to have enough money. He dressed well and kept an expensive sports cars. And he seemed almost boyishly shy – certainly more so than Terry.
She wondered again how Terry had become so skilled with women at such a young age. She was amazed that his father would let him have his own apartment, but she guessed that was the way the younger generation was being handled these days. Sally Sue fed her animals and turned the cheetah and Airdale into their exercise yard, then took two of the pills the doctor had left for her on his last call. Stripping her jeans and faded shirt off, she slipped into her brief terrycloth robe and went to lie on her bed. She knew that in a few minutes, the antibiotics would make her drowsy. She turned on her bedside radio to the taped Sally Sue Show. She was glad she kept enough tapes ahead so no one would replace her during vacations or illnesses.
She was listening to a rap session she'd taped almost two months ago, when the doorbell chime interrupted her reverie. Slightly dizzy from the effects of her medication, she answered it and for a moment didn't recognize the slender, blue-eyed little blonde at the entry. Then she remembered putting her on the air from Rosie's. Her name… Virgie… Virgie Green. Whatever could she want?
Virgie put on her little girl smile and at the same time noted the dilated pupils of Sally Sue's dark eyes. Good! She was doped out again. It might not be necessary to use the marijuana cigarettes she'd brought, rolled in a machine so they looked like any other cigarettes. Sally Sue might be an easy victim, susceptible to the elaborate plan she and Terry Claff had worked out.
It amounted to friendly persuasion if possible. If not, then terrorize her into submission.
"Virgie!" Sally Sue said, puzzled.
"Sally Sue, the group is worried about you. I came to see if you're okay," the little blonde said, smiling.
"I'm fine… I guess… just loaded with antibiotics," Sally Sue replied, sweeping her long dark hair back. "Gosh, it's nice of you to check on me! Come in and have a Coke!"
Virgie couldn't keep her eyes from the long, slender legs as Sally Sue led the way to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and uncapped two bottles of the soft drink. She thought how it would be to have those soft thighs framing her face, and became more determined than ever that it would happen today before she left. Virgie had come to enjoy having Terry's thick cock spurting out its heated cum between her avid lips, and his skilled tongue in her pussy, but nothing could be as delicious as the treasure barely hidden by Sally Sue's short robe.
The two teenagers had carefully planned their campaign to seduce the dark-haired disc jockey, scheming during one long, exhausting night. It would leave the older woman putty in their hands from that time on, malleable as bread dough and screaming for more of everything. Thinking of his anally-oriented stepmother, Terry wanted to shove his cock up Sally Sue's beautiful buttocks but decided to save that for later, at a time when Virgie wasn't there.
After a long and careful discussion of Terry's experience with Sally Sue, the two youngsters decided that in a drugged condition, Sally Sue could be enslaved and bent to their will, if they moved slowly. Not for just one night, but for years.
Now, as she sat on the sofa with the soft drink, Virgie drew a cigarette case from her purse and offered one to Sally Sue.
"I hardly ever smoke," Sally Sue said. "I have to keep my voice… it's my only asset."
"You're putting me on," her young guest said with a laugh. "Racquel Welch would like to have your assets! Anyway, these are very mild, the only kind my father will let me smoke. Try one. It's a special blend. You have to inhale deep to get anything at all. They're more something to do with your hands when you're nervous than anything."
Had she not been under the heavy medication, Sally Sue would have been alerted by the admonition to inhale deeply and hold it. As it was, the implication was lost on her. She had no idea she was about to smoke potent Acapulco Gold marijuana. When she coughed at the first lungfull, she thought it was only because she smoked so seldom. The beautiful young blonde beside her was puffing her own cigarette nonchalantly, and Sally Sue followed suit. After a time, a euphoria seemed to claim her, and she had no hesitation in accepting a second cigarette. She began to float. Time slowed down. Eventually she realized their glasses were empty and got up to refill them.
She almost fell, but the pretty little blonde was there to catch her.
"Ooooooohhhh.. " she moaned. "The things those doctors give you… I've got to lie down…"
"Come on, I'll help you," Virgie said.
The conniving little blonde helped her to the bedroom, making soothing sounds and Sally Sue didn't resist as she felt her robe being removed. The sheet was cool beneath her naked body and the room dimly lighted. Her head was spinning and she vowed to take no more of the pills.
"How do you feel?" Virgie whispered.
"Woozy," Sally Sue managed to say.
"I won't leave you." Virgie slowly lifted her dress over her head and folded it over a chair. She bent to slip out of her panties, slowly sliding them down the slender curved columns of her legs and padding on bare feet to the bed. She eased in beside the befuddled girl disc jockey and fitted her tiny but curvaceous body close, so that their breasts and cuntal vees touched lightly, arousingly. Virgie brought her soft lips to Sally Sue's ear and murmured, "My father's a druggist. He says you can never be sure just what some medication will do to a person… that they shouldn't be left alone. So I'll stay right here until the effects wear off. If you get frightened just hold me tight, okay?"
"You're so nice," Sally Sue mumbled in drowsy innocence. It did feel good not to be alone. She snuggled against the naked young girl, and it didn't seem strange at all to feel a slender leg slide up between her own to press lightly and pleasantly on her vagina, or a soft hand close on her left breast and gently knead the pliant, sensitive flesh. Virgie Green's breath was hot in her ear as she drifted into a light sleep.
Virgie was happy with the way things were going. Now, she could cuddle deliciously with this black-haired beauty she'd coveted for so long, and when Sally Sue had rested enough, would slowly awaken her in a way she'd probably never imagined. She'd get her so hot that with all her deeply ingrained morality, she'd never be able to call it off!
And once Virgie had eaten her fill of the succulent cuntal flesh, Terry would appear and they'd put on the mini-melodrama they'd so carefully planned… and then beautiful Sally Sue Bennett would be theirs! Forever!
After almost an hour, Sally Sue began to stir in her arms, still far from awake. Slowly Virgie Green began to kiss her half-open mouth, infiltrating her tongue until Sally Sue drowsily began to suck it. Lightly Virgie slipped a hand down between their tightly pressed bellies and her skilled fingers parted the lips of Sally Sue's hair-lined pussy. She felt the damp warmth and then, almost immediately, the undulations of the other woman in response to the titillation of her clitoris. Smoothly she slid down on the bed until she could engulf the hot tip of a breast and send her tongue lasciviously swirling around it. She was rewarded by Sally Sue's hands fumbling in the dim light, finding her blonde-tressed head and drawing it closer to her heaving bosom even as Virgie's outstretched middle finger began to delve deeper and deeper into the wet vaginal depths.
"What… what's happening to me… Sally Sue mumbled, unable to focus her eyes. All she knew was that a delightful erotic pleasure was surging through her body. "Oooooooohhh!!!"
''You were having a nightmare, darling… now relax.. " Virgie whispered back as she shifted lower on the bed, easing between the widespread legs of Sally Sue and bending quickly to lave the sensitive flesh of the dark-haired divorcee's inner thighs with flickering tongue as her smoothly pursed lips rained tiny, tantalizing kisses between them, slowly moving upward to the sweet scented "vee" of her loins.
"Aaaaahhh…"Sally Sue moaned, beginning to slowly writhe, still not realizing what was happening to her. It was like what Terry had done, but so much more teasingly, deftly, that it was unbelievable! How had he gotten into the house? She was sure she'd locked the door when Virgie left. God! After her silent vow to never have another incident with him, this was happening to her… and she knew she couldn't stop him until he brought her to the ecstasy that was almost oblivion! The teasing tongue was sliding up and down the feverishly pulsing lips of her pussy now, flickering maddeningly over her aroused clitoris and then swooping lower, only to burrow far up into her gaping cunt. Sally Sue knew she was lost to her own lust as she squirmed under the passionate oral caress. Wildly she spread her legs and then clamped them tight around the burrowing face, trying to pull the searching, searing tongue deeper into her love-starved pussy. Her hands sought out the bobbing head and clutched it tightly to her straining cunt. She went rigid for an instant and then cried, "Ooooohhh!!! MY GOD!!!"
For her fingers were tangled in a mass of long, soft hair. She blinked her eyes open and looked downward through the valley of her bouncing breasts. It was Virgie, not Terry!
"Virgie!" Sally Sue screamed, seeing their reflection in the big mirror with the baby faced blonde kneeling subserviently between her clutching thighs, her mouth dripping, her eyes wide with desire as she furiously sucked at the flexing cunt. Sally Sue realized she must have been dreaming when she thought Virgie had gone home. Now she remembered the young blonde lying close to her just before she passed out. "Oh, Virgie, how could you?"
In her wildest, most erotic nightmares, Sally Sue had never dreamed of anything like this! Sex with a girl! And yet the teenager had aroused her to the point where her pussy was burning, and her body was writhing, wanting more of what her mind told her was a deadly, immoral sin.
"You don't want me to stop. Do you, darling?" Virgie said.
Again the taffy-tressed head went down deep between Sally Sue's sweating thighs and soft lips closed on her wetly throbbing cunt while her tiny, skilled tongue slid like a lizard up into the hot, demanding pussy.
Sally Sue wanted to end this evil obscenity, but her drugged mind was unable to control her lust-driven body With a groan she again pulled the golden head tight to her cuntal "vee" and tried to shut her eyes to the spectacle. But with lewd fascination she had to watch every second of it until her loins seemed to shatter and gush and she saw the delving young face suddenly glisten with her flooding cum and felt the hot little tongue eagerly licking every drop of the sweet fluid. For long minutes Sally Sue lay with her legs widely splayed while her lesbian seducer curled between her thighs, hands slowly caressing her hot flesh.
Sally Sue had never thought anything like this could happen to her, but there was no mistaking the high voltage tingling in her loins. Through her drug confused mind flashed a question – Why did men and women want to do such a perverted thing?
Stan Oakes. Terry. And now little Virgie.
And why did she, who had always been so moral, respond with such sluttish wantonness?
She almost wanted to try it herself, just to find out!
She knew she should be revolted, but couldn't be yet. She eagerly welcomed Virgie into her arms and was passionately kissing her, their tongues twining through wide open mouths when the flashbulb went off.
"Damn, what a show!" said Terry Claff, shooting a second picture before the stunned Sally Sue could disentangle herself from Virgie. In the scramble, her mouth was pressed for an instant against the slender blonde's cunt just as the second flash lit the room like a bolt of lightning, "Cuntlapper!"
"You son of a bitch!" Virgie screamed, leaping to attack him as they had rehearsed. "Prick!"
His hand shot out and smacked loudly against her slender buttocks and Virgie yelped, and tumbled, sobbing, across the bed.
Everything was going according to plan so far.
Sally Sue Bennett was kneeling naked on the bed, cradling Virgie in her arms, trying to comfort the young girl. Her mind was a blur, as still another flashbulb went off.