There had to be a middle ground, and the solution came to her as she felt Flash stirring, saw his hand clutching the thick bulge of his penis even as she kissed him in compassion and tried to shut out the vision of her husband and Flash's young wife wildly mouthing each other's genitals.
Sally Sue drew away from the older man and put her hand over his as it squeezed his undulating cock.
"Let me," she managed to whisper.
Her slowly groping fingers found his zipper and opened his fly, then searched until she found his rigid staff. She drew it out and freed his balls from the confines of his shorts and stroked his hot male flesh gently, peeling the thick foreskin down and rolling it up again over the bulbous head. This was wrong, Sally Sue knew, but he was a nice man, and in the far end of the big house, her husband was doing unspeakable things with Flash's wife, and she sensed that at this moment he needed love and consolation, and she was the only one to give it.
Why did she always have to be the one in the middle?
"This is all… but if you want to kiss.. she murmured.
"Oh, God! YES!" he gasped.
She shifted to move into the circle of his arm – surprised at his strength – and as their mouths came together and tongues entwined, her grasping fingers clutched his cock tighter and began to move faster, playing with his balls as he jerked up toward her wantonly pumping hand. Sally Sue hoped Flash wouldn't try to push her down on the sofa and mount her because, if he did, she would yield. She wanted to give him relief, and this was the only way she knew. Bob had taught her how to do it in the times when he wanted her, and she couldn't accommodate him in the regular way. He had taught her to be gentle and teasing. Now she moved her hand in a slow, sensuous rhythm up and down the thick shaft of flesh, while her other hand tinglingly caressed his heavy balls. She could feel his urgency as his seeking tongue probed her mouth.
"It's cumming!" Flash blurted suddenly. From a back pocket he pulled a handkerchief. Sally Sue quickly wrapped it over the knob-like head of his cock and stroked him furiously and heard him cry out his completion as Flash ejaculated in her hand. The handkerchief stopped the jetting bursts.of his semen before they could stain her expensive dress but seeped through the thin cloth to soak her fingers as he gasped, "God! I've never felt anything like that in my life!"
"I'll be back in a minute… make some coffee," Sally Sue said. "Don't go into the back bedroom – you wouldn't like it, Flash."
She sprang from the sofa and with the sopping wet handkerchief balled in her hand strode on strangely weakened legs to the front bathroom. The musky sweet scent of his semen filled the small room as Sally Sue quickly rinsed it out in the basin. She saw the thick whitish cum coating her fingers and had an overwhelming urge to touch it with the tip of her tongue, taste it, but fought it down. That might be great for the blonde who was swallowing her husband's penis… but not for Sally Sue!
Now, with her best showbiz grin, she made her way through the pizza parlor, blowing kisses in all directions, and when Terry Claff caught up with her, she winked and made a big circle with her arms, indicating she'd go for a monstro pizza with everything he could think of on it.
"Right on, Sally Sue," he said happily. "What you can't eat here goes in the Bowser bag and you got a ready made breakfast!"
She chuckled. Her appetite was well known. She often ate leftover pizza for breakfast. She was never quite sure what might be at home because her personal zoo had somehow organized itself into a continuing forage party. Cheating Cheetah knew how to open the refrigerator. Foul Owl flew in and delicately stole stuffed olives, and things had a way of disappearing. Sometimes, Sally Sue felt she should kick the whole lot of them out on the street, but they were all she had, except her work. It would be terrible to come home and find nobody there. The pets were troublesome, but they were company, and she'd found out that, if she walked down a darkened street with a big Airdale, or the cheetah, nobody was going to molest her. Even the police in their black-and-whites, with their shotguns and machine pistols passed her by, thinking perhaps, that Sally Sue was a bit of a freak, but she had one hell of a big, long-toothed beast to back her up.
Now she went about her business. She needed fifty solid minutes of rap with the teens. It had taken Sally Sue months to establish rapport with them, but now it was mellow, and Sally Sue felt she had nothing to worry about with them. She knew taking a good look at the situation that she must seem to them to be an older woman and, therefore, untouchable, and this gave her a feeling of security. Sally Sue moved from table to table, rapping with the youngsters and enjoying everything but the gnawing ache in her stomach… it had been half a day since she'd eaten even a peanut, and she was ravenous. She thought her zoo ate better than she did, but she had a tight time schedule. And they didn't.
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.