Carl Van Marcus - The lady disk-jockey

Sally Sue had never thought anything like this could happen to her, but there was no mistaking the high voltage tingling in her loins. Through her drug confused mind flashed a question – Why did men and women want to do such a perverted thing?

Stan Oakes. Terry. And now little Virgie.

And why did she, who had always been so moral, respond with such sluttish wantonness?

She almost wanted to try it herself, just to find out!

She knew she should be revolted, but couldn't be yet. She eagerly welcomed Virgie into her arms and was passionately kissing her, their tongues twining through wide open mouths when the flashbulb went off.

"Damn, what a show!" said Terry Claff, shooting a second picture before the stunned Sally Sue could disentangle herself from Virgie. In the scramble, her mouth was pressed for an instant against the slender blonde's cunt just as the second flash lit the room like a bolt of lightning, "Cuntlapper!"

"You son of a bitch!" Virgie screamed, leaping to attack him as they had rehearsed. "Prick!"

His hand shot out and smacked loudly against her slender buttocks and Virgie yelped, and tumbled, sobbing, across the bed.

Everything was going according to plan so far.

Sally Sue Bennett was kneeling naked on the bed, cradling Virgie in her arms, trying to comfort the young girl. Her mind was a blur, as still another flashbulb went off.

Sally Sue was in a state of shock. In a matter of days, she had done depraved things she'd never dreamed of – and found the perversions fulfilled a need which had lurked deep within her voluptuous body. Now she had been caught by her teenage lover in carnal oral copulation with the beautiful young Virgie.

Inevitably, it would come out. Terry's face was a mask of rage as he accused her, saying, "I thought I was good enough for you the other night. I ate your damn cunt until you went crazy and then fucked you until you screamed. I come back, and find you in bed with this little queer! Well, at least I can have some fun with this!" he said, brandishing the camera. "Pretty Sally Sue getting her tight little pussy licked by a teenage girl! Oh wow!"

"Terry… nooooo… please… I beg you," Sally Sue sobbed, her world in ruins around her. "Virgie came to see if I was all right, and this just happened!"

"And you loved every cunt-lapping minute of it!" he accused. Turning toward the cowering little blonde, who was sobbing, he quickly slid his thick leather belt from the loops of his jeans and brandished it. Damn, she was crying real tears! He thought Virgie Green could be a hell of an actress as he snarled at her, "You little bitch… stealing my woman! I'll show you!"

His arm raised and the flat of his belt cracked like a rifle shot across the soft roundness of her nakedly cringing buttocks and brought a heart-rending scream from Virgie. Instantly, angry red stripes appeared on her ass-cheeks. Again and again the belt rose and fell until the pleading young girl seemed on the verge of fainting.

Sally Sue Bennett wanted to go to her defense, but her drug laden body was sluggish. She had no idea this scene had been well rehearsed. The light was dim and she could not see that the angry red welts weren't at all but streaks of lipstick with which Virgie and Terry had coated the inner side of his belt. Actually, there wasn't a mark on the petite blonde, and she felt no pain other than a delightful, arousing tingling. The tears streaming from her eyes were actually tears of laughter at the way poor Sally Sue was falling for their act.

"Stop it!" Sally Sue cried out, catching the flailing belt. She wished she could get to the door to whistle up the big Airdale and cheetah but there was no possibility. Desperately, she threw her own tall body over the cowering little blonde. If anyone deserved a savage whipping, she was the one! "For God's sake, you'll kill her! You must be mad!"

"She stole you from me!" the tall, hot eyed boy said belligerently.

"No," the stunned girl disc jockey managed to say. "It was just something that happened!" She thought with all the skill of her ad-lib training on the air. Somehow she had to save little Virgie, and obviously the only way would be to offer herself as a carnal sacrifice. She could understand why this hot-blooded young boy would be enraged to find them in a lesbian embrace… he wasn't responsible for his actions, so she would have to find it in her heart to forgive him. Sally Sue drew a deep breath and murmured, "Don't hurt her anymore… I'll do anything you want, but don't hurt her."

"Anything?" Terry said with a lewd grin, and felt triumph as Sally Sue abjectly nodded her assent. He immediately dropped his pants and his eagerly pulsating cock leaped out like an uncaged animal. It swayed and the bulbous head bulged as he peeled his shirt off and, naked, joined them on the bed. He said, "Suck me… both of you."

"Oh, God!" Sally Sue whispered. This was the thing she had always been revolted by. Revolted when her ex-husband had tried to make her do it, revolted when her girlfriends had talked casually about it, claiming to enjoy it. It was unspeakable, the whole ideal A penis in her mouth! She moaned, "I never…"

Then she heard Virgie's soft whisper in her ear, reassuring her. "We have to, darling… it's, it's not bad. Believe me, it's a lot better than being raped the way I was once. Just relax… I'll lead you. If you see him in my mouth, it won't be so rough for you to follow. And it's sort of exciting, even for me."

The little blonde, with a wink at the reclining Terry, moved to kneel beside him, her hands slowly stroking his rigid male organ, playing with the thick foreskin as she bent over him and began to softly blow her hot breath over the mushroom shaped head. Her soft mouth puckered and began to kiss as the wet pink tip of her tongue slowly encircled his lust-swollen cock-head. Her lips ovalled and came down on it, and Sally Sue was incredulous as she saw it disappear into the young girl's wet, sensuous mouth that just a few minutes earlier had been so eagerly pushed hot and tight against her cunt. She saw Terry lying back, propped up on her pillow, grinning lewdly as Virgie, tears running from her huge eyes, alternately sucked hard at the reddish purple tip and then with flicking tongue laved the length of the boy's cock.

"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.