Carl Van Marcus - Lady Disk jockey

Sally Sue heard herself screaming out her pleasure, and somewhere far away the Airdale was barking and the cheetah was screeching. Wildly she screwed her tightly clutching cunt up onto Terry’s long hard cock, then furiously ground her ass-cheeks down on Stan’s thick impaling penis. She could feel the sweat slick on their lewdly tangled bodies and she rejoiced in their wantonness.

Suddenly Virgie’s innocent face hovered over her tossing breasts and her soft little mouth opened wide to engulf first one and then the other while her groping fingers kneaded their resilient flesh.

“Your pussy!” Sally Sue gasped. “Give me your pussy! ”

With a salacious grin, the little teenager deftly maneuvered herself over Sally Sue’s lust-contorted face and lowered her sweet young cunt to the older woman’s searching tongue. She felt Sally Sue’s hot lips begin to suck at her sensitive vaginal flesh and writhed, pressing down as the spearing tongue teased her clitoris before ravenously slithering up into the depths of her loins.

Adrenalin flowed through Sally Sue’s thrashing body. She wanted this to go on all night . . . this being wildly fucked by two young cocks at once and at the same time drinking the sweet nectar from the squirming blonde’s pussy. She could hear the liquid squishing and licking sounds of their furiously smacking bodies, the hot surge of rigid maleness slamming into her steaming pussy and anus, feel the semen-laden testicles whack into her lewdly splayed ass-cheeks and against her ecstatic cunt . . . and then, like a sun flare, all hesitations and inhibitions left her forever.

All sense of time was lost too until she suddenly felt Terry and Stan’s cocks swelling in her loins and knew they were going to cum. She wanted the four of them to cum together, and furiously she pulled Virgie’s taut little buttocks down hard against her mouth and fucked her tongue far up into the succulent little cunt.

In moments, Virgie was screaming out her wild completion, and the passionate cry triggered the others. Sally Sue felt both her cunt and her rectum suddenly filled with thick hot cum spurting from two wildly ramming penises. Eagerly she welcomed it, her anal and vaginal muscles sucking even as her tongue licked furiously at the delicious flow from the young pussy grinding against her passion swollen lips.

And then, gloriously, she was screaming out her own wild orgasm . ..

For a long time the four lay locked together. There were wet sucking and popping sounds as finally Virgie, exhausted, rose from the caress of Sally Sue’s sucking lips and the two cocks, trailing strings of whitish cum, eased out of her sorely used cunt and anus. She lay back, sighing in carnal contentment as all four caressed each other indiscriminately.

Sally Sue found her head suddenly clear. She knew what she had done. The first time may have been caused by the medication. This time it was her own long suppressed carnality which had triggered it. She was glad that it had happened, because now she knew herself . . . and thought she knew them also.

A strangely mixed bag.

Terry was self-centered, a conniver, but at an age when he would grow out of it.

Beautiful little Virgie believed she was a lesbian, but had demonstrated that she could enjoy men as well as women . . . just as she, herself, had demonstrated the same thing.

Stan Oakes — well, despite his wealth, he’d been doing the most menial tasks at the station, taking abuse from the ineffectual Harold Eaton — as he had put it, doing penance.

And herself — Sally Sue still wasn’t sure. But at least she was out of her cage.

She was free!

Free to do anything she wanted. Make love to a girl or lingeringly suck a rigid penis or kneel and take one deep in her rectum. Anything! Free to love!

Impulsively she moved and tenderly kissed the tips of the now deflated cocks and then Virgie’s small, erect breasts before saying, “I am starving. Any volunteers for K.P.?”

“I cook all the time for myself,” Terry said.

“I know how to make coffee,” Virgie added, smiling in contentment.

“Go forthwith and do." Sally Sue said with her old exuberance. The naked teenagers climbed from the bed and Sally Sue was left alone with Stan Oakes. He moved to take her into his arms again but she held him back, saying, “I smell like a goat. A billy goat.”

“I like it. I want you.” he replied, kissing her deeply.

“You couldn’t again . . . not so soon,” Sally Sue murmured.

“I mean for a long time.”

Sally Sue knew what he meant. While she had found herself, she was not about to fall into the marriage trap again not until she was sure. Stan was eight years younger than herself, and she knew how wild she had been with a boy half her age . . . and Virgie. Virgie wouldn’t last forever, but there would be other girls. . . and young boys. She decided to stall.

“Stan . . . I’d have to think about it . . . a long time. Could we just sort of hold each other and . . . you know?”

“Can’t think, of anything better to do,” the lean young man said as he began to nuzzle her neck.

An uproar suddenly came from the kitchen.

“You son of a bitch!”

“Fucking big spotted cat!”

“Bastards!”

“Look out, here comes a hawk!”

“And an owl!”

“Don’t step on that snake!”

The mingled voices of Virgie and Terry made it clear that something like a riot was developing. The apartment was rich with the smell of frying pork chops and perking coffee.

“ The zoo is raiding! ” Sally Sue yelped, and sprang from the bed, pounding down the hallway to the kitchen, where she found confusion and disaster. Stan came close behind her. A table and chairs had been overturned. The coral snake was coiled, hissing, ready to strike from behind the refrigerator. Terry and Virgie were standing stark naked in the middle of the room, clutching each other in fright, obviously dazed. Sally Sue blurted, “What went on here?”

“We were cooking pork chops,” a shaken Terry said. “It got smoky, so we opened the windows when they were done and draining on the rack. Then all of a sudden there was this huge dog and the biggest goddamned cat in the world, and an eagle and a fucking midget owl. They ripped us off.”

“Nothing left but the coffee,” Virgie added in an awed tone.

“Well, there are cold cuts . . . I’ll throw something together. You guys go back to the bedroom.” Sally Sue said, hardly able to suppress her laughter. The darn zoo could disrupt a royal coronation. “Scoot!”

It took only minutes to assemble a stack of sandwiches and arrange a mini-buffet on a wheeled cart. Sally Sue found the trio lazily caressing each other in her bed. Despite the huge gourmet meal she’d had earlier, she now found herself ravenously hungry and quickly ate two sandwiches. She thought: Sex does give one an appetite! An appetite for more sex. She could see future problems and set about solving them.

“What are we going to do about us?” she asked, munching a salami and cheese. “I mean, we’ve each got our hangups but it was pretty groovy tonight. We can’t just go flapping our wings and flying off in all directions.” Sally Sue took another bite and a sip of black coffee.

“Terry. . . Virgie . . . you’re both under age. I’ve got a career. Stan is sort of under a cloud. I don’t know how I could be thinking things like this out the way I was a week or two ago, but now that I have you three, I don’t want to let you go.”

“No sweat,” Stan Oakes said. “The family has a small ranch, only a hundred or so acres, up the valley. Nobody lives near it. Plenty of room for your damned zoo, and all the privacy in the world. The four of us could take it over.”