"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."
"Oh, God!" Sally Sue whispered. This was the thing she had always been revolted by. Revolted when her ex-husband had tried to make her do it, revolted when her girlfriends had talked casually about it, claiming to enjoy it. It was unspeakable, the whole ideal A penis in her mouth! She moaned, "I never…"
Then she heard Virgie's soft whisper in her ear, reassuring her. "We have to, darling… it's, it's not bad. Believe me, it's a lot better than being raped the way I was once. Just relax… I'll lead you. If you see him in my mouth, it won't be so rough for you to follow. And it's sort of exciting, even for me."
The little blonde, with a wink at the reclining Terry, moved to kneel beside him, her hands slowly stroking his rigid male organ, playing with the thick foreskin as she bent over him and began to softly blow her hot breath over the mushroom shaped head. Her soft mouth puckered and began to kiss as the wet pink tip of her tongue slowly encircled his lust-swollen cock-head. Her lips ovalled and came down on it, and Sally Sue was incredulous as she saw it disappear into the young girl's wet, sensuous mouth that just a few minutes earlier had been so eagerly pushed hot and tight against her cunt. She saw Terry lying back, propped up on her pillow, grinning lewdly as Virgie, tears running from her huge eyes, alternately sucked hard at the reddish purple tip and then with flicking tongue laved the length of the boy's cock.
"I said both of you," Terry ordered. "Help her, Sally Sue!"
Completely taken in by the lewdly laid plan of the two teens, Sally Sue felt her heart going out to the crying honey-haired girl. No matter how humiliating, she knew this was something she had to do. She forced herself to kneel on the opposite side of Terry and touch his penis, that had once given her so much pleasure. It was hot and hard and slick with Virgie's saliva as she bent low over it. Virgie halted her licking for a moment, just long enough to whisper, "Just do what I'm doing… really slow… tickle his balls…"
Blindly the black-haired woman nodded the acceptance of her degradation as she felt Virgie's hand guide her own to the throbbing penis. It took all her willpower to extend her tongue and tentatively lick the rigid staff. Then Virgie's hand was on her tousled head, guiding her up and down the thick length of it until finally her wetly parted lips touched the pulsing head and her tongue was encircling it too. It seemed immense, but Virgie, murmuring softly, was saving Sally Sue's sanity with her soft caresses and skilled guidance.
"Lick it and kiss it," the almost elfin girl said. "Then just suck it into your mouth.. "
Mesmerized, the half-drugged divorcee could not resist. She felt the soft, rubbery warmth of the tip against her lips and it had a wildly erotic effect as her fluttering pink tongue swirled at first reluctantly, then experimentally, and finally eagerly around the rim of the erect male organ. Yet she could not bring herself to complete to what was her an obscene, sinful act, and she paused, poised over the boy's pulsing loins as he stirred eagerly on the big bed. Now she was the one who needed help, not little Virgie. And Virgie provided it.
"Go down, darling… go down," she whispered as her hand pressed on the back of Sally Sue's raven tressed head. "All the way down.
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Forming her full sensuous lips into an oval, Sally Sue yielded to the soft but insistent pressure. She felt her mouth stretching tight like an elastic band over the knob of Terry's warmly throbbing maleness and almost gagged. But inexorably his rampant cock was sliding into the saliva-filled cavern of her mouth, filling her beautiful face, ballooning her cheeks. It looked like the trunk of a tree as her soft warm mouth went down and down and down..
And it felt sinfully exciting, being subjugated, forced into something she had denied her husband. The sensation was like nothing she'd ever imagined… the warmth and the hardness of the slowly thrusting spear, and the contrasting softness of the bulbous cap. She shifted so she could explore the length of it with her tongue, and heard Terry sigh in pleasure as her hand, unbidden, moved to caress his heavy balls. She imagined she could feel the hot semen gurgling inside the swelling sac.
For the beautiful girl DJ, this was an entirely new sensual experience. She knew that by all moral standards it was wrong – being in bed with two teenagers, going wild when cunnilingus was performed on her, now almost ravenous at her first taste of a man's – boy's – penis, while the tiny blonde played with her breasts.
With a mixture of revulsion and eager anticipation, she realized how this would end.
Terry would cum in her mouth!
Sally Sue loathed the boy for what he was making her do, but at the same time wantonly looked forward to the gushing climax with lewd anticipation.
"Work your mouth up and down slow… suck him deep!" Virgie whispered in her ear.