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.