Carl Van Marcus - Lady Disk jockey

She was listening to a rap session she’d taped almost two months ago, when the doorbell chime interrupted her reverie. Slightly dizzy from the effects of her medication, she answered it and for a moment didn’t recognize the slender, blue-eyed little blonde at the entry. Then she remembered putting her on the air from Rosie’s. Her name . . . Virgie . . . Virgie Green. Whatever could she want?

Virgie put on her little girl smile and at the same time noted the dilated pupils of Sally Sue’s dark eyes. Good! She was doped out again. It might not be necessary to use the marijuana cigarettes she’d brought, rolled in a machine so they looked like any other cigarettes. Sally Sue might be an easy victim, susceptible to the elaborate plan she and Terry Claff had worked out.

It amounted to friendly persuasion if possible. If not, then terrorize her into submission.

“Virgie!” Sally Sue said, puzzled.

“Sally Sue, the group is worried about you. I came to see if you’re okay,” the little blonde said, smiling.

“I’m fine . . . I guess . . . just loaded with antibiotics,” Sally Sue replied, sweeping her long dark hair back. “Gosh, it’s nice of you to check on me! Come in and have a Coke!”

Virgie couldn’t keep her eyes from the long, slender legs as Sally Sue led the way to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and uncapped two bottles of the soft drink. She thought how it would be to have those soft thighs framing her face, and became more determined than ever that it would happen today before she left. Virgie had come to enjoy having Terry’s thick cock spurting out its heated cum between her avid lips, and his skilled tongue in her pussy, but nothing could be as delicious as the treasure barely hidden by Sally Sue’s short robe.

The two teenagers had carefully planned their campaign to seduce the dark-haired disc jockey, scheming during one long, exhausting night. It would leave the older woman putty in their hands from that time on, malleable as bread dough and screaming for more of everything. Thinking of his anally-oriented stepmother, Terry wanted to shove his cock up Sally Sue’s beautiful buttocks but decided to save that for later, at a time when Virgie wasn’t there.

After a long and careful discussion of Terry’s experience with Sally Sue, the two youngsters decided that in a drugged condition, Sally Sue could be enslaved and bent to their will, if they moved slowly. Not for just one night, but for years.

Now, as she sat on the sofa with the soft drink, Virgie drew a cigarette case from her purse and offered one to Sally Sue.

“I hardly ever smoke,” Sally Sue said. “I have to keep my voice . . . it’s my only asset.”

“You’re putting me on,” her young guest said with a laugh. “Racquel Welch would like to have your assets! Anyway, these are very mild, the only kind my father will let me smoke. Try one. It’s a special blend. You have to inhale deep to get anything at all. They’re more something to do with your hands when you’re nervous than anything.”

Had she not been under the heavy medication, Sally Sue would have been alerted by the admonition to inhale deeply and hold it. As it was, the implication was lost on her. She had no idea she was about to smoke potent Acapulco Gold marijuana. When she coughed at the first lungfull, she thought it was only because she smoked so seldom. The beautiful young blonde beside her was puffing her own cigarette nonchalantly, and Sally Sue followed suit. After a time, a euphoria seemed to claim her, and she had no hesitation in accepting a second cigarette. She began to float. Time slowed down. Eventually she realized their glasses were empty and got up to refill them.

She almost fell, but the pretty little blonde was there to catch her.

“Ooooooohhhh . . .” she moaned. “The things those doctors give you . . . I’ve got to lie down . . .”

“Come on, I’ll help you,” Virgie said.

The conniving little blonde helped her to the bedroom, making soothing sounds and Sally Sue didn’t resist as she felt her robe being removed. The sheet was cool beneath her naked body and the room dimly lighted. Her head was spinning and she vowed to take no more of the pills.

“How do you feel?” Virgie whispered.

“Woozy,” Sally Sue managed to say.

“I won’t leave you.” Virgie slowly lifted her dress over her head and folded it over a chair. She bent to slip out of her panties, slowly sliding them down the slender curved columns of her legs and padding on bare feet to the bed. She eased in beside the befuddled girl disc jockey and fitted her tiny but curvaceous body close, so that their breasts and cuntal vees touched lightly, arousingly. Virgie brought her soft lips to Sally Sue’s ear and murmured, “My father’s a druggist. He says you can never be sure just what some medication will do to a person . . . . that they shouldn’t be left alone. So I’ll stay right here until the effects wear off. If you get frightened just hold me tight, okay?”

“You’re so nice,” Sally Sue mumbled in drowsy innocence. It did feel good not to be alone. She snuggled against the naked young girl, and it didn’t seem strange at all to feel a slender leg slide up between her own to press lightly and pleasantly on her vagina, or a soft hand close on her left breast and gently knead the pliant, sensitive flesh. Virgie Green’s breath was hot in her ear as she drifted into a light sleep.

Virgie was happy with the way things were going. Now, she could cuddle deliciously with this black-haired beauty she’d coveted for so long, and when Sally Sue had rested enough, would slowly awaken her in a way she’d probably never imagined. She’d get her so hot that with all her deeply ingrained morality, she’d never be able to call it off!

And once Virgie had eaten her fill of the succulent cuntal flesh, Terry would appear and they’d put on the mini-melodrama they’d so carefully planned . . . and then beautiful Sally Sue Bennett would be theirs! Forever!

After almost an hour, Sally Sue began to stir in her arms, still far from awake. Slowly Virgie Green began to kiss her half-open mouth, infiltrating her tongue until Sally Sue drowsily began to suck it. Lightly Virgie slipped a hand down between their tightly pressed bellies and her skilled fingers parted the lips of Sally Sue’s hair-lined pussy. She felt the damp warmth and then, almost immediately, the undulations of the other woman in response to the titillation of her clitoris. Smoothly she slid down on the bed until she could engulf the hot tip of a breast and send her tongue lasciviously swirling around it. She was rewarded by Sally Sue’s hands fumbling in the dim light, finding her blonde-tressed head and drawing it closer to her heaving bosom even as Virgie’s outstretched middle finger began to delve deeper and deeper into the wet vaginal depths.

“What . . . what’s happening to me . . . Sally Sue mumbled, unable to focus her eyes. All she knew was that a delightful erotic pleasure was surging through her body. “Oooooooohhh!! !”

‘‘You were having a nightmare, darling . . . now relax . . .” Virgie whispered back as she shifted lower on the bed, easing between the widespread legs of Sally Sue and bending quickly to lave the sensitive flesh of the dark-haired divorcee’s inner thighs with flickering tongue as her smoothly pursed lips rained tiny, tantalizing kisses between them, slowly moving upward to the sweet scented “vee” of her loins.

“Aaaaahhh. . .”Sally Sue moaned, beginning to slowly writhe, still not realizing what was happening to her. It was like what Terry had done, but so much more teasingly, deftly, that it was unbelievable! How had he gotten into the house? She was sure she’d locked the door when Virgie left. God! After her silent vow to never have another incident with him, this was happening to her . . . and she knew she couldn’t stop him until he brought her to the ecstasy that was almost oblivion! The teasing tongue was sliding up and down the feverishly pulsing lips of her pussy now, flickering maddeningly over her aroused clitoris and then swooping lower, only to burrow far up into her gaping cunt. Sally Sue knew she was lost to her own lust as she squirmed under the passionate oral caress. Wildly she spread her legs and then clamped them tight around the burrowing face, trying to pull the searching, searing tongue deeper into her love-starved pussy. Her hands sought out the bobbing head and clutched it tightly to her straining cunt. She went rigid for an instant and then cried, “Ooooohhh!!! MY GOD!!!”