“I — am — stunned!” Sally Sue managed to say. “But you have to know about me . . . about what an animal I’ve turned into.”
“The pelt feels nice,” Stan said, rubbing her anxiously quivering hair-lined pussy and slowly working his middle finger to the first knuckle in the tightly constricting ring of her anus while Sally Sue gasped. Yet she didn’t repel him, recalling how pleasant it had been when Terry Claff did the same to her — only deeper ! He whispered, “How’s it feel, darling?”
Darling! He’d finally come out with what might be a love word! Sally Sue trembled and for an answer pushed down against the invading finger and felt it slide slowly, tantalizingly far up into her rectum. With lewdly playing fingers she handled his cock, building up her courage to tell him just what sort of carnal beast she was.
With none of the glibness of her radio personality, Sally Sue abjectly told Stan of the wanton triangle she had engaged in with Terry and Virgie. She told him of her broken marriage and her loneliness, and she didn’t spare herself. She was softly crying when she had purged herself. Sally Sue was afraid the slender young man would be revolted by her tale.
But he only laughed and kissed her as he said, “Group sex is the greatest, and it’s the one thing I miss out here, because if I get caught in the way I was before, I’ve got a year in jail hanging over my head.” He tugged at his long hair and added, “Those two sound wild . . . wild enough to have slipped you a pill or something. Kids grow up quicker every year, and you said this chick’s father has a drug store.”
“Well, yes, he does,” Sally Sue replied, thinking. A light was beginning to dawn. Some aphrodisiac could have been put in her coffee or something. And now, looking back, it did seem strange that Terry had appeared with his camera at just the most compromising time. There was no denying the sinful, lewd pleasure she’d received and given . . . and with hindsight, no way to discount the fact that they were both old and wise beyond their years.
“I think I have been had by a couple of artful dodgers,” Sally Sue said slowly, nuzzling into the hollow of Stan’s neck and grinding her naked ass-cheeks back against his impaling middle finger which was beginning to move in and out of her tightly puckering anus.
“Likely,” he agreed. “But you admitted it yanked you out of your shell.” His finger began to make a hot circle in her now relaxed rectum, stretching her tight rubbery sphincter muscle, and then she gasped, but with a lunge, thrust her buttocks back as a second finger joined it and his thumb sank deep into the liquid warmth of her pussy. “You wouldn’t have enjoyed this before, would you, darling?”
“Nooooo . . .” Sally Sue moaned, her sensuously writhing body undulating as his fingers began to slowly fuck in and out of her anal passage. Her arms tightened around him and her hungry mouth found his, and as Stan’s hot tongue slid between her parted lips her entire body trembled and she sighed, “Ooooohhhhh . . . Aaaaaahhh!”
She never thought of morality and decency. She suddenly realized she was awakened to herself, and wanted to erotically explore all the pleasures so long hidden in her beautiful body.
Suddenly, Sally Sue, no longer under the influence of drugs, was willing to make any experiment.
8
Sally Sue had no idea how long they lay together, exploring each other’s bodies. Her clutching fingers explored every ridge and vein of his rigid penis and slowly played with the thick foreskin and the heavy weight of his testicles which Stan’s experienced fingers worked slowly in and out of her tight anus, stretching the rubbery sphincter ring. His free hand toyed with her aching breasts, and from time to time he kissed her mouth, sliding his tongue between her eagerly parted lips.
The long-legged, full-breasted girl disc jockey was still somewhat dazed by finding out the real identity of Stan Oakes. Almost as much as she was by her own ravening desires. She wanted his wonderfully throbbing cock . . . and it didn’t matter a damn who or what he was!
She wanted his long hard penis to fill her cunt . . . fill her mouth.
But every time she tried to twist and bring her head down to his loins, he skillfully drew her back. Sally Sue wondered how she could have developed such wild carnal desires in so short a time, but speculation was useless. They existed, demandingly SO . . . so urgently that she found herself grinding harder and harder against the fingers which were tantalizingly easing in and out of her warmly welcoming rectum, screwing herself down on them until the palm of Stan’s hand slapped wetly on her smooth ass-cheeks.
“Damn you!” she muttered even as she ardently kissed him, feeling the unfulfilled desire mounting. “Do something!”
“Okay. Turn over on your belly.” His hand lewdly probed her ass-cheeks . . . “And spread your legs. A pillow under your hips.”
“Oh, Nooooo . . .” Sally Sue gasped, knowing immediately what he wanted. He wanted to sodomize her as he had the unnamed redhead at the orgy! Almost whimpering, she pleaded, “I’ve never done anything like that . . . Stan, if you care for me .
“I do . . . I really do, Sally Sue. But you just got through telling me how you’d never sucked a cock or been eaten or gone down on a chick and how you dug it all once you tried it. I tell you, this is something else!” Firmly he thrust his fingers deep into her hot, buttery rectum and rotated them. “Doesn’t that feel good?”
“Yes,” she admitted after a moment, when she realized she was cooperating, grinding herself onto his hand. “Yessssss!”
“Then do what I tell you — or I'm going home!” His voice had suddenly hardened, although it didn’t raise in pitch. Sally Sue knew he wasn’t bluffing. “Roll over!”
Abjectly, humiliated by her position, yet perversely thrilled by finding a man who would not take a simple NO for an answer, Sally Sue drew the pillow into place and slowly crawled onto it so her smooth rounded ass-cheeks were obscenely exposed.
“Open your legs wide,” Stan ordered, and she obeyed, holding her breath in anticipation.
The shamelessly aroused girl disc jockey couldn’t resist drawing her blue-black hair back from her face and turning to see it happen in the mirror. Stan’s thick rigid penis was erect and throbbing, his balls heavy. It still glistened almost silver with the saliva of her mouth. But it looked so huge! Even though his fingers had felt good, she could not imagine how such a huge shaft could fit into her tiny rectum! It would surely tear her tender flesh. Oh, if he’d only yield and put it in her pussy or allow her to suck him!
And now she was watching him bend low over her, and Sally Sue steeled herself for the obscene ordeal. She saw the sheet below her face dampening with the tears that gushed from her eyes. Why did he have to do this to her? She wanted to give and take love, and not be hurt. Yet she was a failure, Sally Sue admitted to herself. After so many years of self-denial, she had finally cracked and wildly joined a pair of depraved teenagers in unspeakable acts — and she had loved it all!
Now, this had to be the final debasement, this sodomy. Well, the distressed divorcee thought, perhaps she deserved it. Sally Sue felt Stan’s strong young body pressing down on her and gritted her teeth, awaiting impalement on his thick spear of flesh.
But it didn’t come. Instead, she felt his hot breath on her neck and his hand drawing her hair aside so his lips could press wetly against her flesh while his tongue began to lick slowly around her ears, then her throat and teasingly down her spine.
“Aaaaahhhhhh . . .” Sally Sue moaned, in spite of herself. It was like being tickled with a wet feather and, reacting, she rose higher, taking her weight on her knees, hardly aware of the warmth of his erect penis rubbing between her lewdly splayed ass-cheeks. Then his hands were cupping her swaying breasts, tweaking the extended nipples and finally sliding over the smoothness of her belly to her hips, his thumbs drawing her trembling ass-cheeks wide. Without warning, the fluttering tip of his tongue began to ring the puckered rose of her anus and suddenly it plunged past the constricted rubbery sphincter ring and began fucking her so much more delightfully than his fingers had. Sally Sue could only tremble uncontrollably and sigh, “Ooooooooohhhhhhh . . . Stan!”