Carl Van Marcus - The lady disk-jockey

"I'm not struggling, am I?" the raven haired girl quipped, flexing her anal muscles around the huge penis as she began to undulate beneath him just enough so that with each movement his rampant cock moved in and out of her tightly puckering anus an inch or two. Very slowly, she engulfed his pulsing maleness with the moist heat of her back passage and felt his cum-filled testicles smack against her lewdly open buttocks. She was afraid to think of how it would feel if, with all his powerful strength, Stan Oakes really did fuck it to her hard, withdrawing and then ramming the entire length of his male organ into her defenseless anus. But this – this was nice! As long as he would remain poised over her, buried deep in her, his big hands caressing her breasts and his lips nuzzling her neck, his tongue flicking into her ears. Sally Sue wanted this to go on all night! No matter how perverted it might be, she couldn't help it! She sighed in sensuous pleasure and whispered, "Talk to me, Stan."

"About what?" he asked, jamming his cock deeper and hearing the girl beneath him grunt.

"Anything… your other girls… your family… sex fantasies… just tell me lies if the truth sounds dull." Grindingly she skewered her quivering little anus up on his cock. "Don't fuck me hard – yet. I'm getting to like this."

"By damn, you said it. You actually said FUCK!" he exclaimed. "I didn't think you had it in you!"

"You know I've got it in me," Sally Sue said, squirming, feeling his hotly pulsating penis reaming her tender anus and chuckling with a lewdness she didn't know she possessed. Somehow nothing mattered now but the man hovering over her, his thick shaft buried deep up inside her sensitive flesh, slowly sliding his penis in and out of her rectum – sodomizing her – thrilling her obscenely.. She sighed and murmured, "Deep as you can, tiger!"

For Sally Sue it was almost surrealistic. She could see herself in the mirror, belly down, with her legs spread wide and a rigid pole of flesh sliding in and out of her distended ass-cheeks, the strokes gradually getting longer as she herself writhed and undulated, welcoming it. And yet they were really just talking, getting to know each other, exchanging anecdotes. Sally Sue wished she'd had such intimacies with Bob… if she'd had, she might still be a wife instead of a divorcee. But that was all down the drain, and this was real! This gorgeous cock was filling her virginal anus! She began to swivel her hips more urgently, wanting to feel more and more of it. And then Stan surprised her with a question.

"Sally Sue, is this going to be a one night stand?" he asked.

"What do you think?" She deliberately clamped her muscles down tight on his pulsing cockshaft, and was pleased when she heard him moan in pleasure. When he didn't answer, she persisted, "Do you think it's going to be just for one night?"

"You sounded pretty turned on by the kids." Stan replied.

Sally Sue ground her naked buttocks back hard against his lust-thickened penis before answering. "Oh, I was turned on. But Terry's so young… and Virgie's a girl… oh, hell, so much has happened so fast to me. Well, I guess if they got me at the right time – well, sure, maybe..

"Don't feel so damn guilty, darling," Stan said as his hands moved to cup her breasts again and his fingers tweak the nipples painfully. "They sound like a groovy pair." His rampant cock surged deep up into her now relaxed rectum again.

"You wouldn't say that if we were living together and you came home and found me in bed with either of them," Sally Sue retorted, grinding back and up to take his thrust. "You'd blow your fuses."

"Like hell… I'd get in bed with you."

Sally Sue thought it had to be the most insane conversation she'd ever heard, but then he began using his thumbs to squeeze her clitoris and she went insane herself..

Terry's oral gratification had calmed little Virgie temporarily, but only served to make his own carnal desires stronger. He was on the point of yielding to them and pulling her head with its bright cap of pale hair down to his aching loins when the Ferrari purred down the secluded street and into the drive of Sally Sue's apartment house.

They watched the couple enter, and saw lights go on in the front of the apartment, then later blacken while others illuminated the bedroom.

"Goddamnit!" I guess that's it for tonight," Virgie said petulantly. "You're stuck with me."

"You're great sticking even if you are a little kook," he growled as he pulled her searching hand away from his thickening penis. "I know who that son of a bitch is – Stan Oakes. He screws around that radio station, but he's worth a fortune. And if we don't scare his ass off now, he's going to walk off with our girl. I say we go in and surprise them!"

"Our girl/" the petite blonde said, laughing, until she realized the phrase fit. She thought about it. What did she have to lose? If they got into the house and things got hairy, it was Terry who'd be knocked on his ass, not herself. And after hungering so long for Sally Sue, then bringing her out so beautifully, Virgie didn't want to surrender her to some damn rich kid after only one night. She decided, and said, "Let's go!"

"I've got some ammo if we need it," Terry said, patting the pocket of his windbreaker. "Pictures of Sally Sue down on you. Maybe if he sees those, he'll just walk out and she'll be ours, like we planned."

"For a young kid, you have one hell of a devious mind," Virgie acknowledged with a lewd chuckle.

Getting in was no problem. In her agitated state, Sally Sue had forgotten to press the lock button, and the door opened silently. The teens slipped their shoes off and tiptoed through the apartment toward the bedroom where a dim light glowed. They peered through the half open door, their eyes widening at what they saw and overheard. They drew back to the living room.

"Jesus! He's got it in her ass!" Terry said in an awed whisper.

"And he's hardly fucking her at all!" Virgie responded. "They're talking about the weather/"

"Let's join the party, kid," he said. From his pocket he took a heavy Boy Scout knife.' Secretly, he was afraid of what Stan Oakes might be able to do to him. He wouldn't think of opening a blade, but if he had to lay one punch across Oakes' jaw, the weight of the knife would give him clout.

Down the dark hallway they went, two silent shadows. And now Stan and Sally Sue weren't talking. Fully and even eagerly adjusted to the deep anal penetration, Sally Sue had risen so she was on elbows and wide-stretched knees, her beautiful round buttocks churning wildly as the long rigid cock fucked in and out of her rectum and Stan's semen-heavy balls smacked between her wide-stretched ass-cheeks.

"Aaaaauuuuuggghhh… Oooooohhhh…!" the aroused older woman cried out softly 'as she felt the hot spear of flesh ramming. mercilessly up into her trembling belly. "Oh, Stan! Now it's so gooooooddddd!!!"

And it was, for Sally Sue was discovering a whole new spectrum of sex! So different from mere fucking… and having a wonderfully spurting penis in her mouth, or tasting the sweet vaginal flesh of a young girl. She wished she could have all these things at once, and this time she didn't think she'd hate herself in the morning.

The girl with blue-black hair flailing the air in her passion no longer cared about anything but her sensual fulfillment!

"Fuck meeeee… Ooooooohhhhh, fuck my ass//" she cried out.

"Wow! The Sally Sue Show – in the living flesh!"

Sally froze, staring at the doorway, her brain spinning. It took her a moment to realize the intruders were Terry and Virgie, and they were grinning lewdly at her with a cock sunk deep in her wildly clasping rectum. Suddenly she wanted to be sick. She thought she might be capable of killing them for this intrusion just as she was finding a different peak of ecstasy. She thought Stan would surely pull his penis out of her and go to her defense, but he only fucked deeper into her buttocks as he spoke.