Carl Van Marcus - The lady disk-jockey

This was the unspeakable thing Stan Oakes had tried to do… and then it had been revolting to Sally Sue.

Now, it was the most wantonly desirable thing that had ever happened to her. With wide violet eyes she watched the young boy's head bobbing up and down at her feverishly throbbing pussy, felt his tongue swirl like a snake into the heated depths of her cuntal passage and saw her softly furred mound drawn up inside his voraciously sucking mouth.

The liquid sounds of oral sex filled the room. Sally Sue completely abandoned what she had been before. With a fury, she locked her thrashing legs over his shoulders, imprisoning his young face and even raised up, offering herself in shameless invitation, as Terry's slithering tongue plunged downward between her undulating ass-cheeks and began to lave the tight little ring of her anus, finally thrusting deep inside!

"Ummmmmmmm!!!" she moaned, grinding lewdly against his searching mouth, and almost crying out in disappointment when his tongue shifted back up to her wetly flowering pussy again. With his mouth glued to her electrified clitoris, Terry slipped first one, then two, and finally three fingers deep into her quivering cuntal passage and began to finger fuck her tender flesh. For a moment Sally Sue's body went rigid and then began to buck uncontrollably as she screamed at the top of her lungs, "My God! I'm CUMMMIIIINNNGGG!!!"

The sweet, sticky juice of her loins flowed into the boy's gulping mouth, and Sally Sue thought it would never stop. She thought it would drive her insane! Wildly she pulled his head up to her wetly steaming hot cunt, and her long, smooth thighs shuddered and quaked with the intensity of her orgasm.

The ravished divorcee was reaching ever higher peaks of carnal ecstasy when suddenly the teenage boy broke from her frantic grasp and mounted her even as her pussy was grinding upward.

With a single violent lunge he buried his virile young penis to the hilt in her wildly sucking cunt.

"Aaaayyyyeeee!!!" Sally Sue cried out in surprised pleasure.

She felt her tender flesh rippling, making way for his hot, mushroom shaped cock-head and his thick, heavy-veined shaft. His semen-loaded balls smacked against her distended ass cheeks and the mingled cum and saliva that coated her pubic hairs soaked his as he ground his pelvis down into her jerking body.

The surprise came not from the suddenness of the entry, but from the fact it hadn't hurt! It felt more beautiful than anything she could have imagined! Young Terry Claff seemed to be as big as Bob had been and Stan Oakes, but even though Sally Sue had been willing: and even eager, there had always been pain. But this mere boy had prepared her so well that all she could feel now was pure, wanton sensual pleasure!

Was it what he'd done to her with his mouth – or the drugs? She didn't know, but she did know that she was still cumming more furiously than ever in her life, and wanted it never to stop.

Clamping him tightly with long legs and clawing his back red with passionate scratches, Sally Sue Bennett fucked as she had never fucked before. She rocked and rolled on the bed, lewdly crying out her desire, and took delight in watching her loins wantonly heave up, the tightly clasping lips of her cunt devouring his reaming thick penis like a savage mouth.

Terry felt like he had been caught in a sweet vise of velvet flesh. Anne had never been this good… or Lorraine either! And the teenagers were in a minor league completely. The youth held back, wildly ramming his throbbing penis into the passionate older woman, seeing her soft cuntal flesh moving in and out with each violent stroke, feeling her warm resilient breasts scraping frantically against his chest. Jesus, she was a hot one! He'd never had a chick cum so hard and long. The damn bed was sopping with her juice, and every time he jackhammered into her, more of her liquid passion squirted from her pussy. Sally Sue was groaning and damn near ripping the skin off his violently humping back; to hell with that, though, he could always grow more skin, but a piece of ass like this was one in a million!

Tight! Unbelievable! He vowed to fuck the lovely violet-eyed disc jockey until she was begging for mercy, but found out this was impossible. She was insatiable!

"Gonna CUM!" Terry finally had to blurt. "NOW!"

With a cry of pleasure, Sally Sue Bennett clutched her teenage lover tighter and wildly screwed her orgasming pussy up to his impaling cock, feeling it thicken and become even more rigid… and then there was the hot spurting of semen deep in her striving cunt as her internal muscles spasmed and milked the jerking rod of flesh that had given her so much pleasure. She felt his heated cum stream like white lava from her vagina; it coated her thighs and ass cheeks as their tightly locked bodies trembled together.

She was unable to find any words. She could only reach between and gently caress his now empty balls while she lingeringly kissed the panting boy, slipping her tongue deep into his mouth. Later, she'd have to talk with him… later.

Nothing seemed to be going right for little Virgie Green. All her churning teenage sexual desires were being frustrated. The petite blonde with pouting mouth and still budding breasts had endured a bad year.

First she had been virtually raped by a college freshman at a drive-in movie after she had teased him too far, thinking deep kissing would be enough. But in the end he'd pulled her panties down, dragged her onto an old mattress in the back of his station wagon, pried her legs apart and fucked her painfully. Well, not "painfully" after the first minute or two, but the ruthlessly reaming penis hadn't given her much pleasure either, and for a time she had retreated into herself shyly, not dating, not taking any part in the frantic activities of her senior class in high school where she had formerly been one of the leaders.

Finally her auburn-haired swimming instructor, a statuesque athletic woman of thirty named Miss McCoy – who was a confirmed lesbian – invited Virgie to her little cottage for an after-swim snack. Although she was employed in the physical education department, Arlene McCoy was well on her way to a master's degree in clinical psychology, and it took her only an hour, plus a lemonade well spiked with vodka Virgie never tasted, to get the full story. Soon she had the teenage blonde writhing in wild abandon in bed. And then it was only a short step to initiating her into returning the pleasure and even being the aggressor. She implanted in the young girl's mind a firm conviction that men were out to do nothing but exploit women.

And then, Arlene had left for a summer course, and Virgie was without a girl lover. She was afraid to make advances to any of the girls she knew in this comparatively small town.

But she found Sally Sue Bennett irresistible… she had to have her, by fair means or foul. And nobody could question her hanging around the pizza parlor and getting into a rap session with Sally Sue – all the teens did it.

She went with Terry Claff the night Sally Sue was picked up by Stan Oakes only out of frustration. It was pleasant, but a mechanical thing, having his hard thrusting cock in her warmly throbbing cunt. It sure wasn't anything like Miss McCoy's tongue!

She had driven her father's station wagon, loaded with stuff cleaned out of the garage, to the pet benefit show just to see Sally Sue. She salivated when the dark haired divorcee perched on the piano with her short dress stretched so high on her smooth legs that the soft hemispheres of her ass-cheeks were exposed, and when Sally Sue moved, the tight little panties she wore stretched and the dark curly hairs that fringed her tight cuntal slit flashed for an instant.

God, how Virgie wanted to taste that cuntal flesh… just once!