“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.
6
Sally Sue was in a state of shock. In a matter of days, she had done depraved things she’d never dreamed of — and found the perversions fulfilled a need which had lurked deep within her voluptuous body. Now she had been caught by her teenage lover in carnal oral copulation with the beautiful young Virgie.
Inevitably, it would come out. Terry’s face was a mask of rage as he accused her, saying, “I thought I was good enough for you the other night. I ate your damn cunt until you went crazy and then fucked you until you screamed. I come back, and find you in bed with this little queer! Well, at least I can have some fun with this!” he said, brandishing the camera. “Pretty Sally Sue getting her tight little pussy licked by a teenage girl! Oh wow!”
“Terry. . . nooooo . . . please . . . I beg you,” Sally Sue sobbed, her world in ruins around her. “Virgie came to see if I was all right, and this just happened!”
“And you loved every cunt-lapping minute of it!” he accused. Turning toward the cowering little blonde, who was sobbing, he quickly slid his thick leather belt from the loops of his jeans and brandished it. Damn, she was crying real tears! He thought Virgie Green could be a hell of an actress as he snarled at her, “You little bitch . . . stealing my woman! I’ll show you!”
His arm raised and the flat of his belt cracked like a rifle shot across the soft roundness of her nakedly cringing buttocks and brought a heart-rending scream from Virgie. Instantly, angry red stripes appeared on her ass-cheeks. Again and again the belt rose and fell until the pleading young girl seemed on the verge of fainting.
Sally Sue Bennett wanted to go to her defense, but her drug laden body was sluggish. She had no idea this scene had been well rehearsed. The light was dim and she could not see that the angry red welts weren’t at all but streaks of lipstick with which Virgie and Terry had coated the inner side of his belt. Actually, there wasn’t a mark on the petite blonde, and she felt no pain other than a delightful, arousing tingling. The tears streaming from her eyes were actually tears of laughter at the way poor Sally Sue was falling for their act.
“Stop it!” Sally Sue cried out, catching the flailing belt. She wished she could get to the door to whistle up the big Airdale and cheetah but there was no possibility. Desperately, she threw her own tall body over the cowering little blonde. If anyone deserved a savage whipping, she was the one! “For God’s sake, you’ll kill her! You must be mad!”
“She stole you from me!” the tall, hot eyed boy said belligerently.
“No,” the stunned girl disc jockey managed to say. “It was just something that happened!” She thought with all the skill of her ad-lib training on the air. Somehow she had to save little Virgie, and obviously the only way would be to offer herself as a carnal sacrifice. She could understand why this hot-blooded young boy would be enraged to find them in a lesbian embrace . . . he wasn’t responsible for his actions, so she would have to find it in her heart to forgive him. Sally Sue drew a deep breath and murmured, “Don’t hurt her anymore . . . I’ll do anything you want, but don’t hurt her.”
“Anything?” Terry said with a lewd grin, and felt triumph as Sally Sue abjectly nodded her assent. He immediately dropped his pants and his eagerly pulsating cock leaped out like an uncaged animal. It swayed and the bulbous head bulged as he peeled his shirt off and, naked, joined them on the bed. He said, “Suck me . . . both of you.”