Carl Van Marcus - Lady Disk jockey

Now the boy had a thundering urge to take out his hurt on someone or something. If the cat which hung around for scraps had been handy he thought maybe he’d have kicked it, although he liked the stray and saved scraps for it. And this cute little teeny-bopper had been putting him down, and more than once she had gone out without paying. He saw her head slowly turn as Stan and Sally Sue left. Suddenly he remembered he had a small sausage pizza in the oven for the girl, and he hustled around the counter to pull it from the oven before it burned. As he brought it to the little blonde, he thought he’d make up for the times she hadn’t paid and get rid of his own bad mood by laying a verbal kick on her pretty ass.

“I’m through in about an hour,” he said as he laid the steaming pizza. “You feel like coming to my pad, Virgie?”

Without blinking the teenager looked up at the lean boy with innocent eyes and in a little girl voice asked, “What for?”

“For a fuck . . . the same thing those two just left for!”

Terry, as soon as he blurted out the words, thought she would hit his foul mouth with the oven hot pizza. He knew he deserved it, and he could only gulp when he heard the petite blonde’s reply.

“I thought you’d never ask! Can you make it half an hour?”

“I can make it right now . . . Ralph can run the joint!”

“Half an hour I’m starving,” the young girl with the innocent face said. “And sneak us a couple of sandwiches for after, okay?”

Terry could hardly believe it, and expected Virgie would laughingly give him the finger just before he was ready to split, and not pay the check on the way out. But she was patiently waiting even though it was well over an hour when he was finally able to finish his work.

“You give great head,” he whispered three hours later as she was swallowing his hot cum and licking semen slick lips and crawling up the convertible bed to spear her pink little tongue into his mouth. “Beautiful little cocksucker!”

“You eat pussy pretty good too,” she said, softly chuckling.

Terry cupped a breast, squeezing, and told himself he had made up for the hurt he’d felt when Sally Sue walked out with the tall stud. He’d sure given Virgie more than the guy could ever have given Sally Sue, and there was a lot more to come.

What he didn’t realize was that the little blonde whose mouth was still sweet with his cum had done exactly the same thing for exactly the same reasons .

Virgie Green was in bed with Terry, ready to do anything in the book, only because she was acting out her own frustrations. For she, too, was in love with Sally Sue and was dying to get the disc jockey nakedly spread out in bed .

Sally Sue found herself trembling as she mounted the big BMW 75. The machine scared her, yet she loved it. She had acquired it because the client was a motorcycle shop. The middle-age man who owned it was short of ready cash and had more bikes than he cared to look at. He could pay for time but not talent fees. So in lieu of the cash she would normally had received, Sally Sue accepted the beautiful road bike.

She had found it a great substitute for sex she needed.

Throbbing beneath her as its powerful motor sent it screaming down the road, her long legs tight over the saddle that was humming against the flowering lips of her cunt, she would often cum! The fine leather would be wet with her liquid passion, and by the time she reached home, she would be sopping, and satiated, not wanting ‘to sinfully touch herself between the legs.

But the bike was really a placebo, she realized.

She really needed a rigid penis throbbing far up inside her yearning cunt. And left far gone behind her roaring cycle was Stan Oakes, in a 1956 Chevy that wouldn’t do more than fifty miles an hour if it went over the side of a mountain. Sally Sue cranked the BMW on hard, wanting to get to her apartment a few minutes ahead of the handsome young man, so she could compose herself.

For she was facing an ordeal. This would be the first time she shared a bed with a man since Bob had abruptly gone away, and the long limbed girl didn’t know whether she could go through with it or not — or how to, for that matter. She had never seduced a man in her life and hadn’t the faintest idea of how to go about it without seeming like a common chippie.

She knew Stan wanted her, and maybe she should let him take the initiative. But in the eight months since he’d worked at the station, he’d never made a move, and she was afraid he was likely to be as shy as herself. . . which would leave both of them frustrated, and possibly no longer friends.

Or should she, in desperation, be the aggressor?

As, with long black hair swirling, the voluptuous divorcee leaned the big bike into the drive of her apartment house, she glanced upward at the star flashing sky and saw the moon was full.

It’s the moon , she thought! A full moon is supposed to drive people out of their heads, and I’m that. A werewolf moon — and I’m being a she-wolf!

As she cut the switch and the powerful motor stopped, she had to laugh at herself because her thought had been the same sort of patter she used with a live mike. In the distance she heard a spasmodic coughing exhaust which could only be Stan’s clunker work car. She knew he had a Ferrari, but didn’t like to drive the exotic machine to work, for fear it would be damaged by malicious kids or simply stolen. She wondered where it came from, and how he managed to dress so well on his small salary from the radio station, but there was no time to think of that now. With flashing legs reflecting the moon, she scampered into the apartment house, let herself into her modest pad and quickly peeled off her panties and washed up between her legs. Sally Sue knew that if Stan touched her thighs while she was still sweating with desire, he’d know how easy she’d be, and she wanted him to make slow, teasing love, not realizing that she wanted it more than he did. She knew a man wants to be the conqueror, and in her simple mind thought it would be better for both of them if she pretended to hold back and then yield her pliant body with great reluctance, not showing the passion she really felt until his long hard penis was sunk deep into her burning flesh.

“How can you be like this?” she whispered to herself as she slithered into lavender scented panties. And then she answered her own question, “Because it’s been so darn long!”

The door chimes sounded and Stan was there with the still-hot pizza.

“Come in quick — I’m ready to eat a crocodile with both hands. . . there’s some wine . . . “Sally Sue blurted.

The tall, handsome, sandy-haired man grinned in lewd anticipation as his eyes swept up and down her curvaceous figure. He sensed Sally Sue was hot for his cock. The pizza and wine would just be appetizers. For desert, he would eat her!

It was amazing to watch her devour most of a pizza intended for six people, with only an occasional sip of wine to wash it down as they sat close together on her sofa.

“Aaaahhh . . . now I feel like people again,” she sighed.

Stan Oakes was not feeling comfortable. He had not been prepared for a greeting by a massive shaggy dog and a spotted leopard and a tiny owl which flew down to light on his shoulder. Nor the black and white snake curled in a corner watching him with unblinking eyes. And particularly not for the hawk which swooped in through an open window, grasped a wedge of pizza in his fearsome talons and disappeared.

“ Jesus Christ! ” he said.

“My friends,” Sally Sue laughed. “They’re harmless.”

“They look mean enough to eat meat,” Stan said. He kissed the raven-haired divorcee and found her mouth softly opening, tasting of pizza. In his strong embrace, he felt her tremble as he leaned on her and pushed her down on the nubby fabric of the living room couch. And then her tongue was twining with his, exploring his mouth as he was delving deep into hers and hearing her sigh of pleasure as her nostrils flared and her body began to undulate against him.