Lucky beasts and birds.
She had nearly an hour to go.
Sally Sue wrapped one interview with a bunch of kids who were into Yoga deeply and then slipped away, switching channels on the transceiver to talk to Stan Oakes.
Stan was young, just out of college, with sandy hair, tall and lean and lusty. He worked at what. was laughingly called an “executive trainee” at the teakettle. This meant he learned to run the mixer, do commercials and sweep the floor. He had hopes of moving into TV, but .no solid connections and not enough experience. From someplace he seemed to get enough money to dress well in mod suits and finance a Ferrari roadster, which he drove fast and well. He collected girls and had been trying to collect Sally Sue Bennett for months. He consented to do the late-night mike only because he could rap with Sally Sue.
“I'm on, honey; down and go,” he said. “Reading you five by five . . . all green and go . . . you need another 23 minutes; grab! I’m cutting; and no strain with letting the bird fly. Okay?”
“Beautiful,” the dark-haired girl said. “I’m starving! Got a monstro pizza working, and I’m gonna eat it all myself, if the zoo doesn’t get to it.”
“Magnifico!” the young man exclaimed. “But put in a Bowser, and I’ll meet you when you wrap the show.”
Sally Sue wanted to say no! She was afraid of wanting a man too much; she could see herself that Stan Oakes wanted her.
But she yielded and softly whispered “Yes,” into the transceiver and then switched channels and went back to work.
It had been so long.
She had to be loved.
Loved? Hell no; she knew what she needed.
A fucking!
Sally Sue Bennett was, above all, a woman.
She thought she would never fall into the trap of marriage again, but she yearned for a man, a warm throbbing cock to fill her empty vagina, someone to cuddle and hold her and then fuck her.
Stan Oakes was younger, and surely, he would find a girl younger than herself finally, but for a time he might satisfy her own carnal desire. She knew she would regret the affair.
But now she needed him!
Even though he was way too young for her, eight years younger. It would be sinful, but she had to have release! Her supple body yearned to be filled with manhood.
Slut! she whispered to herself and went out to wrap the time she needed on the air. Terry Claff knew the limits of her job. The handsome teenage boy wouldn’t shove a steaming pizza at her until she had taped all she needed. And even at his young age, he seemed to sense the demands of her work.
What Sally Sue didn’t know was that Terry was far more sexually educated than herself, despite his youth.
He spent most of his few hours in bed with his older sister, Anne, fucking her out of her mind!
And if he found her away at a party, he would slip into the bedroom of his voluptuous, hot-blooded stepmother, Lorraine, for something delightfully different than Anne, Lorraine would take him in her mouth or in her cunt.
Lorraine, a honey-haired buxom woman yielded quickly to his hot eyes, but was strange to Terry even now. His mother had died while trying to give birth to a stillborn baby conceived while she was in menopause. Within a year, his father married again, and Terry thought it was mostly to have a woman to run the house while he was away, which he was most of the time, involved with his work as a mining engineer.
Anne had been bitter at the time, considering it indecent and an insult to their dead mother, and one night, when the sluicing sounds of their father fucking his new wife kept her awake, Anne had slipped into Terry’s room. Anne was two years older, a slender brunette with thrusting breasts and long, limber legs. She spent a lot of time with guys who rode motorcycles, and they taught her to do a lot of things to please their carnal desires.
Only a few years ago, brother and sister had slept in the same room, sometimes the same bed, as the family moved from one house to another. So it was not unnatural for Anne to slither into Terry’s bed and embrace him, kissing him slowly awake.
But this time, she slid down under the covers, then grasped and stroked his penis.
“Hey!!” he mumbled, half asleep as he felt her lewdly searching fingers. He reached and found warm girl-flesh and embraced it. There were breasts and legs wrapping around him, and he could feel soft hairs on a pussy rubbing against his loins. Awakening, he realized what was going on and tried to free himself. He blurted, “Anne. , . Jesus Christ!”
“Listen . . . listen to THEM!” she whispered. “You know what they’re doing! They’re fucking! I just can’t stand the sound of it . . . thinking of Mom!” With a young but skilled hand, she rolled the fleshy foreskin of his penis up and down and finally guided it between her widespread legs to the softly furred furrow of her eager young cunt. “Get it in me — I need it!” Anne gasped as she felt the weight of his young body pressing her down on the bed. “Fuck me!”
“Hell, I’m your brother!” Terry Chaff blurted.
“Then give me some brotherly love!” the aroused girl gasped. She furiously pulled him down until the head of his iron-hard penis was inside her gaping cuntal lips, and her legs flailed to clutch him, and Terry had no chance to refuse. He jammed himself up into the depths of his sister’s sweetly drenched cunt, and she whispered, “Ooooohhh . . . Fuck meeeee!”
Wildly, she responded and after his heated cum gushed into her tightly clasping pussy and sluiced down her churning ass-cheeks, he fell away from her, exhausted from his first real sexual experience. His panting young sister shifted on the sweat-stained bed and began to kiss and lick his softened male organ. Her ripely budding breasts rubbed his tautened stomach muscles as she sucked teasingly on the head of his sensitive cock.
“Oh, God! This is so far out. . . too much!” the boy moaned. “Jesus! Sis. .
“You talk too much,” she replied, letting his now-resurrected penis escape her ovaling lips for a moment. “Eat me!”
Smoothly, she straddled his surprised young face, bringing her cum-filled cunt down tight to his mouth. When she felt his tongue slither far up her delicate cuntal furrow and delve deep into her, she moaned in ecstasy and sucked his cock ravenously between her own rounded lips.
Terry forgot that this was his sister. For weeks they went on, always when his father was wildly fucking his new wife and wouldn’t be likely to hear their own sluicing sounds. Then his father had to go on another job, and they were left alone with Lorraine. And, inevitably, they were caught by Lorraine on a summer afternoon when she was supposed to be gone until dinner time playing tennis. It happened that her partner was in a minor traffic accident and, couldn’t show up, so she returned home unexpectedly.
Letting herself into the house in her brief tennis dress, she heard the wet, smacking sounds of sex and knew what must be going on. Slipping her sneakers off, she went silently down the hail to Terry’s room and peered through the partly open doorway. She blinked as she saw her stepson wildly jamming himself into his eager older sister, his long thick penis ravishing her tightly grasping pussy! Lorraine heard Anne wildly scream as she reached orgasm and then watched Terry pull his slippery cock out of her cunt and rise over her squirming body. Anne eagerly reached for the rampant spear and gulped it into her mouth, her lips closing on it in a tight, demanding soft oval, her cheeks alternately puffing and contracting, her nostrils flaring as she sucked and moaned in wanton pleasure until the boy jerked furiously and spurted thick streams of rich, hot cum into her throat, fucking furiously into her demanding mouth.