Well, then she'd use Terry, even if it meant giving herself to him again. She'd hit him right between the eyes.
As he brought her a bowl of minestrone soup and a meatball sandwich the slender little blonde tauntingly said. "How's your girlfriend feeling? I thought you might take the night off to comfort her… again. Is her wrist better?"
"What the hell!" the tall youth blurted, almost dropping the tray.
"It was almost five hours you consoled Sally Sue – I bet your father would love to know that!"
She read the sudden fear on his face. For Terry knew if his old man got wind of it, there would go the apartment and his independence, and he'd be back intolerably close to his beautiful stepmother – and his sister. What in the hell could the pale haired vixen be up to? Sure, she'd gone with him once but shown no interest in a return bout. He doubted it was jealousy as he managed to say, "What's the number?"
"You wouldn't want to talk about it here," Virgie said. "I've got wheels. I'll pick you up when your shift is done."
She let him sweat. The adolescent was trembling when he finally left the pizza house and got into the station wagon. Tantalizingly Virgie remained silent as she drove directly to his tiny apartment. Damn, it was nice to see him sweat!
And then, with the door closed and bolted behind them, she made the mistake of overstating her case, claiming to have seen what happened. Terry Claff knew then she was lying, for it would have been physically impossible for anyone to have peered into the window as Virgie Green claimed she had. For one thing, it was far too high for her. For another, the only window happened to open onto the fenced exercise area for the Airdale and cheetah, and he'd turned both animals into it after feeding them, and he doubted little Virgie would have dared to enter the enclosure. All she knew was that he'd spent a long time there. She could, of course, start rumors. The youth decided he must get to the bottom of this.
"You little bitch, you're lying!" He went on to explain why he was sure of this and concluded, "Why?"
Virgie decided her own best chance lay in a turnabout – maybe she could join forces with Terry. She decided to hit him with the shocking naked truth.
"Because I want the same thing you do – Sally Sue!" the petite blonde admitted calmly. "I'm a lesbian! Now don't blow your cool, Terry… let me finish. You fucked her I know that. Do you think you'll ever have a chance again? She was doped out of her mind, remember? Even if you did her good, she'd be afraid of the wild scandal and losing her job if it came out, right? So unless you have a lever, you won't get any more, and you better believe! Now, you can be my lever and I'll be yours. I'll lay it on her hard and scare her into bed, and then you can do the same in reverse."
"You mean share," responded Terry, who was not slow to catch an idea. The little blonde might be queer, but she could sure think fast. Funny about her being les. The night that they'd gotten together, he'd never have suspected. Instantly he decided to go along, but make Virgie pay a price, sort of put a down payment on the package. "Maybe… what do you want to know? And how bad?"
"Everything that happened… but nothing made up. It would blow the whole scene to go to her and tell her she did something she didn't do. That would fuck us both up." Virgie took a deep breath and said, "I suppose I'll do anything."
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.. "