Stan Oakes and Sally Sue didn't notice the station wagon pulled into the dark lane opposite the apartment house. They had eyes for nothing but each other. The romantic atmosphere of the restaurant, on top of the gourmet meal, had brought Sally Sue to impatient sexual arousal, yet she was troubled. On this night she had come to really feel something for the tall sandy haired young man, and, within herself, she was afraid that to just go to bed with him would be in a way cheating. Sally Sue could tell he felt more than just an animal desire for her. And if she let things go too far, he might even get the idea he was in love with her.
And how could she let him do that without being totally honest… in a word, confessing?
If she could find the courage to tell Stan what she was really like, she was afraid she might lose him. He would never understand. The best she thought she could hope for was that he might agree to some sort of arrangement. That he would agree – she had to force the blunt word into her mind – to FUCK her. Fuck her wildly and often enough so she could keep her lascivious desires in check, not go around corrupting teenagers.
If he would take her on those terms… it could be good. She would just have to chance telling him, or she knew she'd never be able to let herself go and cum wildly as she had just the previous night.
And Sally Sue was not sure of just what he was. He certainly had to be more than just a trainee at the station, to support the magnificent Ferrari and take her to the most expensive restaurant for a hundred miles around. Flashing a card, Stan had merely signed the check – another giveaway that he must be well known there – and she'd had a quick glimpse of the total. Including tip, it came to a hundred and seventy five dollars!
In the apartment, the tiny owl and the killer hawk were devouring hunks of fresh killed rabbit. The coral snake was curled into a ball, sleeping.
"Shoo! Everybody out!" Sally Sue said. The owl and hawk flapped through an open casement window, and Sally Sue literally poured the snake after them before closing it. The dog and hunting leopard were already in their enclosure. She turned to see Stan watching with a grin, and with small steps, she walked into his arms and sought his mouth with hers. She couldn't help but grind her thinly clad body against the heat and rigidity of his loins. She gulped and said, "I've got to tell you something."
"I've been waiting all night… but you don't have to tell me anything."
"I do!" the distressed woman blurted.
"Well, here in your kitchen isn't the place," he replied. Sally Sue offered no resistance as he led tier to the bedroom which had been the scene of her carnal lust only hours before. "And clothes inhibit… body contact is good for confessing."
Submissively she stood as with deft, obviously experienced hands, he undressed her. Her dress was cast aside, leaving her tremblingly naked except for her boots and gossamer thin panties. The zippers of the boots whispered and she was stepping out of them. Then, tantalizingly his warm fingers were slowly drawing her panties down the smoothly curved columns of her long legs and she found herself kicking them away as he knelt.
"Oooooooohhh!!!" Sally Sue groaned in mounting anticipation – as she felt his moistly heated lips on her belly. She trembled like a frightened fawn as his mouth moved lower. His breath was hot on the pulsating lips of her hopelessly aroused cunt, and then she felt the burning spear of his tongue delve between her legs, seeking the moistened depths of her pussy. With a groan she spread her legs and thrust her pubic mound toward his face as Stan's tongue flicked wetly over the button of her rising little clitoris. Her hands grasped his head and pulled him tight to her grinding loins as his hands grasped her tightly clenched buttocks. Sally Sue didn't know if it was the romantic evening which caused it, or the deft way the lashing tip of Stan's tongue was probing her secret flesh, but it seemed that within seconds she was cumming, with a great hot flood of her liquid passion poured down the hair-lined channel of her cunt to spill into his wildly sucking open mouth and streak her jerking thighs. With a soft cry she fell back on the bed, legs lewdly splayed open, and joyously, continued to respond to urgently laving tongue.
"Aaaaaaggghhh!!!" she cried softly, locking her long, slender legs over his shoulders and squeezing his bobbing head, until she was exhausted and had to release him. Her fingers traced the lean planes of his face as she murmured, "Oh Stan.. " . "You should have let me do it the first night," he said, licking her belly before standing. "Now, you want to undress me?"
All reserve gone, the aroused brunette nearly ripped his clothes off. She pulled his pants and undershorts down with a savage clutching of her groping fingers, dropping to her knees as his turgid cock leapt free of its confinement. Before he could kick his slacks away, Sally Sue's tiny pink tongue was urgently licking the blood-engorged head and her soft warm lips were showering teasing little kisses on it. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, kneeling subserviently, lewdly mouthing the lust-swollen male organ. With an urgent gasp, she opened her mouth wide and the tight soft "0" of her pursed lips engulfed Stan's hotly pulsing cock to its thick base. She hugged him tight and her cheeks drew in with the desire of her sucking.
And then, almost roughly, he pulled her head away. She whined in frustration and tried to get him in her mouth again but he was pulling her to her feet, pushing her down on the bed and lying beside her.' Sally Sue sobbed. Why didn't he want her that way, when she needed it so much?
She knew he'd liked what she did. The way his hips jerked, driving his penis even deeper into her throat, told her that. So why had he stopped her?
"Hey, pretty girl, we gotta rap," he said, even as he moved to kiss her naked breasts and squeeze the smooth roundness of her buttocks and then slide his lewdly searching fingers into the warmth of her pulsing cunt. Sally Sue squirmed and spread her legs wantonly, giving him full access to her quivering flesh as he continued to talk softly. "Something sure did happen to you. The other night, you were scared of yourself… what I'd call a really reluctant lay. You damn near kicked my head in when I tried to eat you. But now you're wild for it and you were sucking my cock out by the roots. I think we know each other enough for you to tell me how come!"
"Oh, Stan, Stan.. " the emotionally tortured dark-haired disc jockey groaned. "I want to – I have to beat it out of myself, get up my courage." With a boldness she didn't know existed, Sally Sue reached and grasped his penis and tried to twist on the bed to take it into her yearning mouth again. "Let me… please let me."
"NO!" he said, yanking her back by her long black hair. "Later! I've got to do some gut-spilling too, Sally Sue. I know you're curious about the Ferrari and how I can afford a dinner like we had tonight. Well, I have to tell you, and it's not a pretty story. Whatever you lay on me can't be nearly as bad. Now listen.. "
You want to bet? Sally Sue Bennett thought to herself.
As his tale unfolded, the long-tressed woman had to admit that a couple of weeks earlier, it would have been shockingly obscene. Not it seemed mild.
Put briefly, Stan Oakes was from a multimillionaire East Coast family. He had been in his junior year at an Ivy League college when the scandal came to light.
A night on a beach at a lake in Maine with a group of frat brothers and sorority girls from another college began as a routine beer bust and clambake. Then it turned into a group grope as the brothers added 90-proof alcohol to the beer and everybody got smashed and lost their inhibitions, what few they had. There was a daisy chain, and couples screwed indiscriminately by the light of the fire. Stan couldn't remember how many girls he'd had, but on that night he was sexually tireless. In time, four couples had slipped away to a 'rustic cabin and an orgy to challenge ancient Rome had developed.