They watched the couple enter, and saw lights go on in the front of the apartment, then later blacken while others illuminated the bedroom.
“Goddamnit!” I guess that’s it for tonight,” Virgie said petulantly. “You’re stuck with me.”
“You’re great sticking even if you are a little kook,” he growled as he pulled her searching hand away from his thickening penis. “I know who that son of a bitch is — Stan Oakes. He screws around that radio station, but he’s worth a fortune. And if we don’t scare his ass off now, he’s going to walk off with our girl. I say we go in and surprise them!”
“Our girl!” the petite blonde said, laughing, until she realized the phrase fit. She thought about it. What did she have to lose? If they got into the house and things got hairy, it was Terry who’d be knocked on his ass, not herself. And after hungering so long for Sally Sue, then bringing her out so beautifully, Virgie didn’t want to surrender her to some damn rich kid after only one night. She decided, and said, “Let’s go!”
“I’ve got some ammo if we need it,” Terry said, patting the pocket of his windbreaker. “Pictures of Sally Sue down on you. Maybe if he sees those, he’ll just walk out and she’ll be ours, like we planned.”
“For a young kid, you have one hell of a devious mind,” Virgie acknowledged with a lewd chuckle.
Getting in was no problem. In her agitated state, Sally Sue had forgotten to press the lock button, and the door opened silently. The teens slipped their shoes off and tiptoed through the apartment toward the bedroom where a dim light glowed. They peered through the half open door, their eyes widening at what they saw and overheard. They drew back to the living room.
“Jesus! He’s got it in her ass!” Terry said in an awed whisper.
“And he’s hardly fucking her at all!” Virgie responded. “They’re talking about the weather!”
“Let’s join the party, kid,” he said. From his pocket he took a heavy Boy Scout knife.’ Secretly, he was afraid of what Stan Oakes might be able to do to him. He wouldn’t think of opening a blade, but if he had to lay one punch across Oakes’ jaw, the weight of the knife would give him clout.
Down the dark hallway they went, two silent shadows. And now Stan and Sally Sue weren’t talking. Fully and even eagerly adjusted to the deep anal penetration, Sally Sue had risen so she was on elbows and wide-stretched knees, her beautiful round buttocks churning wildly as the long rigid cock fucked in and out of her rectum and Stan’s semen-heavy balls smacked between her wide-stretched ass-cheeks.
“Aaaaauuuuuggghhh . . . Oooooohhhh . . . !“ the aroused older woman cried out softly ‘as she felt the hot spear of flesh ramming. mercilessly up into her trembling belly. “Oh, Stan! Now it’s so gooooooddddd!!!”
And it was, for Sally Sue was discovering a whole new spectrum of sex! So different from mere fucking . . . and having a wonderfully spurting penis in her mouth, or tasting the sweet vaginal flesh of a young girl. She wished she could have all these things at once, and this time she didn’t think she’d hate herself in the morning.
The girl with blue-black hair flailing the air in her passion no longer cared about anything but her sensual fulfillment!
“Fuck meeeee . . . Ooooooohhhhh, fuck my ass!!" she cried out.
“Wow! The Sally Sue Show — in the living flesh!”
Sally froze, staring at the doorway, her brain spinning. It took her a moment to realize the intruders were Terry and Virgie, and they were grinning lewdly at her with a cock sunk deep in her wildly clasping rectum. Suddenly she wanted to be sick. She thought she might be capable of killing them for this intrusion just as she was finding a different peak of ecstasy. She thought Stan would surely pull his penis out of her and go to her defense, but he only fucked deeper into her buttocks as he spoke.
“Honey, are these the two?”
“Yes,” she managed to gasp. “They’re the ones.”
“And you dug it with them . . . maybe you can with all of us!” She felt herself being tilted on her side, then rolled on top of him with his penis reaming her quivering rectal passage as her legs splayed lewdly open on either side of him and his big hands closed over her hot breasts, holding her tight. Unbelieving, Sally Sue heard him say, “Kid, I know all about you. Maybe I should get up and kick the shit out of you, and maybe I still will before the night’s out . . . but I won’t yet because Sally Sue really needs the wildest screwing she can get. How about a sandwich?”
“Stan!” Sally Sue screamed, immediately realizing what lay behind his obscene proposition. He wanted both of them to do it to her at once! “Oh, Stan. . . Nooooooooo!!!”
“I told you how good it is in groups — now you’re going to find out for yourself, darling,” he said. “Get through this and you’ll never have another inhibition in your life!” He jammed his hotly throbbing penis up into the clasping depths of her rectum again and said, “Come on, kid. FUCK HER!!!”
Terrified Sally Sue had a vision of herself kneeling with her neck stretched on a block while a black-masked monster of a man approached with a huge axe as Terry furiously tore his clothes off and leapt into the bed. His virile young cock was rigid, and at the tiny hole in the tip a pearl of preseminal fluid glistened. The dark-haired beauty tried to struggle, but was held firmly by Stan Oakes beneath her and the weight of Terry above, forcing her flailing legs even wider apart.
Then she felt the insistent, bulging head of the teenager’s male organ pressing at the tightness of her flexing pussy. And in the background, little blonde Virgie was silently grinning at her degradation! How could they do this to her? Terry was really a young animal, and possibly could be excused. But Stan — Stan had almost said he was in love with her . . . and now he was submitting her to this terrible indignity! She felt stuffed already with his throbbing penis rammed in her rectum from beneath. It would be impossible for Terry to get his cock into her now-gaping cunt!
But he was poised above her, the bulbous head pressing at the tender portal. She screamed as she felt him lunge up . . . and then his cock slipped away from her dampened vaginal sheath, and he swore, and tried again with the same result.
“You fuck better with your tongue, Terry,” the little blonde said. “Here — let me get you into her!” She grabbed the boy’s iron-hard staff and aimed it directly up Sally Sue’s quivering cuntal channel and then, winking, said, “Sock it to her, baby!”
Sally Sue screamed as she felt his long rigid hardness ram upward into her already distended flesh, searing like a white hot poker, almost tearing her apart. Wildly her legs flew out to either side and then locked tight around the back of the boy as she felt the two cocks jammed deep in her painfully yielding flesh, separated only by the thin membrane between her cuntal and rectal passages. She cried, not so much from the pain, but from the realization of her vilely obscene position, literally a piece of meat in a human sandwich! The lovely girl disc jockey had never imagined such a thing was possible.
Tears of anguish rolled down her cheeks and she tried to tell herself this was all a nightmare, a hallucination.
But there was no hallucination to what she felt as the two warmly pulsating cocks began to move rhythmically in and out of her dually-impaled body. She could feel them rubbing against each other as gradually the teenager on top of her and the older, yet still young man below, established a fucking rhythm.
“Oooooohhhh . . . Aaauuuggghhh . . . Nooooooo! ! !“ Sally Sue pleaded, but to no avail as they slowly increased the speed of her dual fucking. Helpless, unable to escape the ravishment, she discovered the only way to ease the pain was to lock her long slender legs tight around Terry’s humping back so that each time he rose for another driving, reaming stroke, he took her with him. There was no way to escape the lusty thrusting of Stan’s rock-hard penis into her tender rectum. She grunted “Uuggghhh . . . UUgggh!” with every rocking movement and wished she could be dead.