Carl Van Marcus - The lady disk-jockey

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."

The suggestion was approved on the spot, with enthusiasm. Both Terry and Virgie had virtually full freedom of movement granted by their permissive parents. Terry seemed troubled however, and finally broke down as he turned to Sally Sue.

"I fucked you up – really," he said. "Virgie too."

"I don't understand," Sally Sue replied.

"We loaded your coffee with hot pants stuff. You were zonked out of your mind when you were in bed with us. I got to tell you that, even if it ruins the whole scene."