Carl Van Marcus - Lady Disk jockey

“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 . . .”

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.

Enslaved by her own carnal release, Sally Sue obeyed. Eagerly her soft lips rose and fell along the length of the lust swollen penis while her tongue twirled around the burgeoning head on every upstroke. Abruptly, without reason, she was overcome by a desire to consume all of it, and her head began to bob furiously. She heard the boy groaning as, quickly learning, she was able to gulp his cock avidly into the hot depths of her throat while her fingers rolled his cum-filled balls around.

Sally Sue could hear the wet slurping sounds of her ravening mouth as all sense of propriety and morality were lost. All she wanted now was this beautiful pulsating cock between her hungry lips.

The wanton divorcee had a conflict. She wanted desperately now to taste his young virile cum . . . but she wanted to keep him hard so she could suck him through the night.

“Ummmmm . . . ummmmm . . . oooooohh!” Sally Sue moaned in lewd desire, hearing the lewdly exciting sounds filling her bedroom, feeling Virgie caressing her trembling nakedness as Terry, now completely aroused and knowing his plan had worked perfectly, began to fuck hard into the hungrily sucking mouth that slid up and down the full length of his cock. Sally Sue was a wild woman! Damn, what a blow job, and her first time out! He watched the pink inner flesh of her lips drawn out by the intensity of her sucking, and she was squeezing his balls so hard he thought she’d crush them in her wanton passion as the saliva oozed from her cock filled mouth with every demanding bobbing of her head. Her nostrils were flaring as she tried to breathe and, from deep in her throat, where the rampant head of his fleshy rod was hammering past her tonsils with increasing speed, there came a steady “uuuuummmmmm . . .”

The precocious adolescent realized he’d gotten hold of more woman than he could handle. He tried to hold back and failed. The hot sperm exploded from his tantalized balls, surging up the thick length of his cock and began to spurt into her mouth.

Sally Sue felt it jet hotly into her eagerly sucking mouth, and her cheeks hollowed, clearly outlining his penis in her lust-contorted face as for the first time in her life she tasted cum. It was so hot and thick and sweet that she ravenously twisted her head from side to side, sucking with all her strength, not wanting to lose a tiny drop. She almost choked and it tingled like fine brandy in her throat as she gulped it down. It seemed to pool in her quaking belly like lava from an exploding volcano.

For a long time she lay with her face buried in Terry’s loins.

His penis was growing soft in her mouth, although he was twitching and sighing with pleasure as the searching tip of her tongue laved his genitals clean.

In one part of Sally Sue’s mind, she called herself every kind of depraved animal she could think of.

But in another compartment, she admitted that these two teenagers had led her to delights she had never imagined, and she knew her former strict morality was forever lost.

Now, what to do about it?

Answering that would take some time. In her still drugged state, Sally Sue was not at all sure of herself. She’d been led into this from the sheer — and healthy — need of a man after so many years of loneliness.

And in less than two weeks she had finally yielded to Stan Oakes, but her own hangups had prevented her from fully enjoying the union. Then, her outer reserves broken, she had turned on furiously when young Terry tongued her pussy and screwed her out of her mind. Again, her first lesbian experience with beautiful little Virgie, who seemed to need love as much as herself.

It had been . . . been beautiful. . . until they were caught by Terry, and to save them both she had been forced to fellate him.

And, Sally Sue Bennett thought, she had discovered herself to be an avid fellatrice.

Fellatrice?

No, she admitted to herself as she finally freed his now soft penis from her tightly clasping lips.

Cocksucker! That’s what they call it . . . COCKSUCKER!”

What shocked the long-limbed beauty was not so much what she had done, but the carnal pleasure she’d taken from the experience with oral sex. Satiated, her sensually awakened body tingling, she still had no idea the entire thing had been expertly stage-managed. Drowsily Sally Sue snuggled between Terry and Virgie. She knew that, as the old cliché has it, she’d hate herself in the morning. She thought she must be half drunk or something, because her head felt funny. She could hear soft whispers between Terry and Virgie, and then they were sliding out of bed, leaving her alone.