Carl Van Marcus - The lady disk-jockey

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.

"Swing your beautiful ass around and work it in," the lean young man ordered. "The quicker I'm all the way in, the quicker we can start to fuck in a way like you wouldn't believe!"

Sally Sue drew several deep breaths and steeled herself to obey her lover's command. She was still painfully stretched, her anus distended by the thickness of his invading cock, but it was gradually beginning to feel better. Slowly she began to rock from side to side, feeling his rigid hardness sink deeper and deeper up into her straining rectum. The moving helped a lot, and gradually she began to grind her wide-stretched ass-cheeks back at him, feeling his massive rod churning deep in her vitals. With a gasp, she realized the initial pain was being replaced by a sensual tingling, and she humped her back and drove back hard, feeling his thick rigid penis going deeper and deeper, pushing rippling soft flesh ahead of it. Sally Sue realized her rectum was even more sensitive than her pussy, and once Stan got all the way into her, it would be, as he had promised, something like she'd never dreamed of!

"Ummmmm… aaaahhhhh!!!" Sally Sue moaned in mounting lewd passion. "A// of it – NOW.Г

The soft hemispheres of her naked buttocks churning wildly, Sally Sue screwed herself back onto his long impaling penis. She was almost flattened on the bed as Stan Oakes rammed forward and the full length of his lust-inflamed cock plunged into the squirming depths of her aroused young body. His sperm-laden balls smacked against her exposed ass-cheeks, and he cried out in triumph.

"Aaaaauuuuggghhhh!" Sally Sue cried out as fresh pain seared through her loins. She collapsed over the pillow and could hardly look at her reflection in the mirror, with the tall blond young man's penis buried to the hilt between her quivering buttocks. "God, you're BIG!"

"And you're tighter than a bear trap… we'll take it slow until you get relaxed, Sally Sue. You like it?"