Carl Van Marcus - Lady Disk jockey

“I think I have been had by a couple of artful dodgers,” Sally Sue said slowly, nuzzling into the hollow of Stan’s neck and grinding her naked ass-cheeks back against his impaling middle finger which was beginning to move in and out of her tightly puckering anus.

“Likely,” he agreed. “But you admitted it yanked you out of your shell.” His finger began to make a hot circle in her now relaxed rectum, stretching her tight rubbery sphincter muscle, and then she gasped, but with a lunge, thrust her buttocks back as a second finger joined it and his thumb sank deep into the liquid warmth of her pussy. “You wouldn’t have enjoyed this before, would you, darling?”

“Nooooo . . .” Sally Sue moaned, her sensuously writhing body undulating as his fingers began to slowly fuck in and out of her anal passage. Her arms tightened around him and her hungry mouth found his, and as Stan’s hot tongue slid between her parted lips her entire body trembled and she sighed, “Ooooohhhhh . . . Aaaaaahhh!”

She never thought of morality and decency. She suddenly realized she was awakened to herself, and wanted to erotically explore all the pleasures so long hidden in her beautiful body.

Suddenly, Sally Sue, no longer under the influence of drugs, was willing to make any experiment.

Sally Sue had no idea how long they lay together, exploring each other’s bodies. Her clutching fingers explored every ridge and vein of his rigid penis and slowly played with the thick foreskin and the heavy weight of his testicles which Stan’s experienced fingers worked slowly in and out of her tight anus, stretching the rubbery sphincter ring. His free hand toyed with her aching breasts, and from time to time he kissed her mouth, sliding his tongue between her eagerly parted lips.

The long-legged, full-breasted girl disc jockey was still somewhat dazed by finding out the real identity of Stan Oakes. Almost as much as she was by her own ravening desires. She wanted his wonderfully throbbing cock . . . and it didn’t matter a damn who or what he was!

She wanted his long hard penis to fill her cunt . . . fill her mouth.

But every time she tried to twist and bring her head down to his loins, he skillfully drew her back. Sally Sue wondered how she could have developed such wild carnal desires in so short a time, but speculation was useless. They existed, demandingly SO . . . so urgently that she found herself grinding harder and harder against the fingers which were tantalizingly easing in and out of her warmly welcoming rectum, screwing herself down on them until the palm of Stan’s hand slapped wetly on her smooth ass-cheeks.

“Damn you!” she muttered even as she ardently kissed him, feeling the unfulfilled desire mounting. “Do something! ”

“Okay. Turn over on your belly.” His hand lewdly probed her ass-cheeks . . . “And spread your legs. A pillow under your hips.”

“Oh, Nooooo . . .” Sally Sue gasped, knowing immediately what he wanted. He wanted to sodomize her as he had the unnamed redhead at the orgy! Almost whimpering, she pleaded, “I’ve never done anything like that . . . Stan, if you care for me .

“I do . . . I really do, Sally Sue. But you just got through telling me how you’d never sucked a cock or been eaten or gone down on a chick and how you dug it all once you tried it. I tell you, this is something else! ” Firmly he thrust his fingers deep into her hot, buttery rectum and rotated them. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

“Yes,” she admitted after a moment, when she realized she was cooperating, grinding herself onto his hand. “Yessssss!”

“Then do what I tell you — or I'm going home!” His voice had suddenly hardened, although it didn’t raise in pitch. Sally Sue knew he wasn’t bluffing. “Roll over!”

Abjectly, humiliated by her position, yet perversely thrilled by finding a man who would not take a simple NO for an answer, Sally Sue drew the pillow into place and slowly crawled onto it so her smooth rounded ass-cheeks were obscenely exposed.

“Open your legs wide,” Stan ordered, and she obeyed, holding her breath in anticipation.

The shamelessly aroused girl disc jockey couldn’t resist drawing her blue-black hair back from her face and turning to see it happen in the mirror. Stan’s thick rigid penis was erect and throbbing, his balls heavy. It still glistened almost silver with the saliva of her mouth. But it looked so huge! Even though his fingers had felt good, she could not imagine how such a huge shaft could fit into her tiny rectum! It would surely tear her tender flesh. Oh, if he’d only yield and put it in her pussy or allow her to suck him!

And now she was watching him bend low over her, and Sally Sue steeled herself for the obscene ordeal. She saw the sheet below her face dampening with the tears that gushed from her eyes. Why did he have to do this to her? She wanted to give and take love, and not be hurt. Yet she was a failure, Sally Sue admitted to herself. After so many years of self-denial, she had finally cracked and wildly joined a pair of depraved teenagers in unspeakable acts — and she had loved it all!

Now, this had to be the final debasement, this sodomy. Well, the distressed divorcee thought, perhaps she deserved it. Sally Sue felt Stan’s strong young body pressing down on her and gritted her teeth, awaiting impalement on his thick spear of flesh.

But it didn’t come. Instead, she felt his hot breath on her neck and his hand drawing her hair aside so his lips could press wetly against her flesh while his tongue began to lick slowly around her ears, then her throat and teasingly down her spine.

“Aaaaahhhhhh . . .” Sally Sue moaned, in spite of herself. It was like being tickled with a wet feather and, reacting, she rose higher, taking her weight on her knees, hardly aware of the warmth of his erect penis rubbing between her lewdly splayed ass-cheeks. Then his hands were cupping her swaying breasts, tweaking the extended nipples and finally sliding over the smoothness of her belly to her hips, his thumbs drawing her trembling ass-cheeks wide. Without warning, the fluttering tip of his tongue began to ring the puckered rose of her anus and suddenly it plunged past the constricted rubbery sphincter ring and began fucking her so much more delightfully than his fingers had. Sally Sue could only tremble uncontrollably and sigh, “Ooooooooohhhhhhh . . . Stan!”

Lewdly she churned her widespread buttocks against his face, delighting in this new ecstatic sensation. In the mirror she saw her face contorted with a wanton lust. Suddenly his tongue didn’t seem big enough for her, and she gasped out a plea she had never before made in her life.

“Fuck me . . . Oh, FUCK ME IN THE ASS!”

Eagerly she pressed back, rising to her elbows and writhing as she felt the huge bulbous knob of his cockhead touch her spasming rectal opening and his hands holding her hips steady.

Then he was thrusting . . .

“Uuuuuugggghhhhh!!!” Sally Sue grunted as inexorably the mushroom-shaped tip of his long hard cock pushed at her defensively puckering anus. What had been a delightful point of pleasure moments before now became one of almost unbearable pain and she cried out, “Ooooohhhhhh, no . . . don’t . . . it hurts!”

“Relax, honey,” Stan said and his hand cracked stingingly over her trembling ass-cheeks. “Screw back on my prick!”

The stinging blow made Sally Sue gasp, but at the same time her pain-tautened muscles relaxed and the massive head of Stan’s hotly throbbing cock penetrated in that instant. She felt him thrust an inch or two farther into her sensitive anal flesh, and it felt like she was being impaled on the handle of a logger’s axe. She sobbed out her agony and dimly heard him telling her that in a minute it would feel good.