Chapter 7
The day dragged interminably on for the emotionally disturbed young woman, and several times she wished the big motorcycle and the roadster hadn't been disabled. Yet she realized it was for the best, because her eyes were still huge, overly sensitive to light, and didn't seem to track just right. She knew she might hurt herself if she tried to drive. The animals which ordinarily gave her so much pleasure in her solitude suddenly seemed to be an annoyance.
It was impossible to get the passion of the previous night out of her mind. The more she thought of it, the more dismayed Sally Sue became as slowly returning details emerged. She knew she really must have been out of her head and, of course, nothing like that would ever happen again.
What frightened her was the shameless - almost mindless - arousal that surged through her voluptuous body, the tingling in her loins that came from just thinking about having her ravenous mouth so deliciously filled with young Terry's penis and finally becoming an eager receptacle for his spurting cum. And even more perverted, she thrilled at the thrilling sensation of little Virgie's smooth teenage thighs enclosing her face as her tongue burrowed in the sweet little slit of the blonde child's delectable young cunt! For Sally Sue, the depth of her shame and degradation was an emotion she had never felt before. There was no way to rationalize away her vile misdeeds, even by blaming them on the medicine which had been injected into her. With her upbringing she should have been able to resist, even subconsciously. But a well of wantonness had been tapped.
The only good thing she could see in it was that it had revealed her inner nature and perhaps prevented some even more serious thing happening in the future. Sally Sue realized she had been a fool to deny her body's needs and yearnings all these years just because of an unfaithful husband. She knew that for a long time she would not be able to contemplate marriage again because the hurt was still deep. But there was now the knowledge that she could enjoy sex in a variety of ways. And in the permissive modem society, nobody would be likely to castigate her if she found a compatible man and simply lived with him.
Sally Sue knew she would have to do this, or risk falling into the carnal trap of her awakened flesh again.
To occupy her mind she caught up on her housework and then began drafting and testing some new commercials on her tape recorder.
Then it was time to bathe and dress. She put on one of her most alluring outfits, a mini-sheath with low cut bodice that left the firm full mounds of her breasts exposed almost to the sensitive buds of her nipples. She brushed her mass of blue-black hair until it gleamed and then slipped on soft leather, calf-high boots with narrow heels that enhanced the long, slender perfection of her legs.
As she studied her statuesque reflection in the bathroom mirror, Sally Sue wondered if the costume was perhaps a little too daring. It was one she wore frequently when broadcasting from the Trap, but that was a professional thing. She knew a lot of the male customers - and maybe some of the women - came to the night club not to listen to her mike chatter but to ogle her. Well, after all, she was in show business, Sally Sue reasoned. She decided to wear the revealing dress.
With relief Sally Sue learned Stan was taking her to a small but very exclusive dinner house miles out in the country. She had always wanted to go there but for one thing it was, for her budget, outrageously expensive. And as she very seldom dated, she would have felt uncomfortable in such surroundings without an escort. Even now she shuddered when she looked at the list of delicacies - Chateaubriand, breast of guinea hen, pheasant, Maine lobster, quail and numerous dishes with exotic French names which she couldn't come close to identifying.
Sally Sue's mouth watered. She was disturbed to see that no prices were listed and guessed that if you had to ask, you couldn't afford it.
The raven-tressed disc jockey found herself puzzled. She knew that with her talent fees and the separate salaries she was paid by the Trap and Rosie's, that she had an income five times that of the lean young man across the table in the dim lighted booth. She was well aware of how inflation and taxes ate into her purse - so how could a mere trainee who didn't take home over a hundred dollars a week afford to bring her to such a quietly extravagant place? She didn't think Stan Oakes was the sort to spend a huge amount of money just to impress her. Why should he - he'd already been in her bed! But how could he afford a seventeen thousand dollar Ferrari either? She'd had a glimpse of the registration clipped to the sunshade. It said Stan was the owner - the car wasn't mortgaged.
And how come he never talked about himself or his family? Sally Sue Bennett decided the tawny-haired young man was an enigma.
"What looks good?" he asked, smiling easily.
"Everything," she said quickly. "Everything here makes me drool.
But one thing will look bad - the bill."
"No more than that zoo of yours eats in a week," he said, baring white teeth as he chuckled. "Would you like me to order?"
"I'd be afraid to," Sally Sue said. "I like it all."
He nearly took her precisely at her word. Course after course appeared. A clear, fragrant bouillon, grilled mountain trout, tender asparagus tips and a steaming baked potato whipped and fragrant with cheese to flank a huge, pink-rare Chateaubriand which the elderly waiter carved from a silver cart with the deftness of a surgeon; a bowl of fruit surrounded by a dozen different types of cheese, fresh strawberries in whipped cream and a Chantilly cake so fragile Sally Sue had an insane urge to toss it in the air and see how long it would take to float down to the table. There were wines, superb wines of which she had never been aware - the wine waiter carried a list that looked about the size of a billboard when opened.
The nature of her work had trained Sally Sue to pick up on little things such as body language, in which the folding of the arms, crossing of legs, leaning back in a chair or leaning forward, and above all, eye movements said much more than words. And this delightful dinner was full of inconsistencies.
Although the headwaiter had greeted them like any other diners who could afford the exquisite food and quietly sumptuous surroundings, he had escorted them to what was obviously the best and most secluded booth, overlooking a huge stone fireplace where a decorative blaze battled against the soft whisper of the air conditioner. No waiters hovered, but no sooner had they finished one course than the dishes and wine glasses were cleared away and the next brought.
And when Stan Oakes was selecting the wine, even as he requested the sommelier to suggest the best vintages, she saw his finger dancing over the list and almost imperceptible nods from the quietly dressed man with the chain and key around his neck.
Sally Sue made a snap judgment. She was escorted by a handsome young man who had a lot of money and for reasons of his own didn't want her to realize it. Although churning with curiosity, she had sense enough not to pry. If and when Stan wanted to explain, he would.
As they finished the huge meal, a silver-haired man began to play an organ Sally Sue hadn't noticed before. There was a small, dim lighted dance floor and wordlessly Stan took her hand and led her to it. The music was slow and soft - what a relief to hear something other than the crashing, thumping aural pollution she had to put on the air! With a sigh she fit her body to his as they began to move sinuously. Her breasts seemed to be on fire, and she could feel the long rigidity of his penis rubbing against the softness of her belly and his leg sliding teasingly between her own. He nuzzled her ear and whispered.
"I won't even ask if you liked it . . . you didn't leave enough for the kitchen cat to get a sniff."
"Ummmm . . . if anything but bare bones was left on a plate here, I think I'd be barred for life," Sally Sue murmured, holding the tall young man, tight. It was so good to be with him . . . so healthy after what she'd gone through. She thought he might even save her from herself. She felt tears begin to flow down her smooth cheeks and impulsively she pulled his head down and kissed him deeply, probing his hot mouth with her tongue as his arms tightened around her and a hand slowly moved down her bare back to caress the quivering cheeks of her buttocks. She felt the rigid pole of his manhood grinding against her hotly throbbing vagina as his tongue twined with hers passionately. The fire built within her, and abruptly Sally Sue Bennett made the most daring decision of her life. Hesitatingly she breathed "Stan . . ."
"Hey - you're crying! " he said.
"You'll think I'm terrible!" Sally Sue whispered. "But - well - something happened to me. I can't talk about it yet. Maybe never . . . but would you stay with me tonight?"
"Wheeeeewww!" he responded. He knew whatever it was must be really bad. Sally Sue didn't go around propositioning guys, even if they drove Ferraris and could pop for a dinner that was going to cost two hundred bucks! He gulped and managed to say, "Tonight and any night you want, Sally Sue," he murmured in her ear. "And this time I'll be better for you. Promise."
"It's not sex," the long legged dark-haired girl said. "I - I might not even be able to face it. But I'm afraid of being alone . . . not of anybody hurting me, but of myself! "
"Oh," Stan said, completely puzzled. "Do you want to leave now?"
"Noooo . . . this is the best thing that's happened to me in years . .
."
It was well after midnight before the twelve cylinder Ferrari purred away from the restaurant.
*** "Now just where in the hell could she be?" Terry Claff growled the words and flipped a cigarette from the window of Virgie's station wagon.
"Goddamnit, her car and bike are here. She sure didn't walk anywhere this late at night."
"Maybe she had a date," the little blonde mused.
"Shit, the way we did Sally Sue up last night, she shouldn't be able to crawl for a week. Christ, between the two of us, she was cumming for hours!"
"Maybe she remembered it all and took off scared."
"Naw, she wouldn't leave those damn animals," he disagreed.
"Well, we have to just wait, I guess," Virgie said. She reached under the seat and brought out a cigarette pack. "How about sharing a number?"
"Right on," the teenage boy said. "Prime grass."
Virgie lit up. The pungent fumes of marijuana filled the car as the joint was passed ritually back and forth. Still there was no sign of the voluptuous older woman.
As Virgie flicked the last tiny fragment of the joint from her jeweled-roach clip she lay back on the seat and her hand moved slowly until her teasing fingers slid between the soft, hair-fringed lips of her young pussy. The long wait, the anticipation of another trio with Sally Sue, had aroused her to the point where her thousands of nerve ends were tingling. She forced her hand under the tight elastic of her sheer panties and let the euphoria of the genital contact blend with the effects of the marijuana.
"Hey, Terry," she said in her little-girl voice. "You want to ball while we're waiting? It could be a long time."
Jeez, but she was cute, and he got a certain thrill out of making a les chick do tricks, Terry thought. Her short skirt was hiked up over her hips and she was fingering herself lewdly. It was a hell of a temptation, but finally Terry mumbled, "No . . . a girl can go all night, but it takes time for a guy to get it up. What I got I want to save for Sally Sue. And anyway, I didn't think you dug it that much . . . fucking, I mean."
"It grows on you," the taffy haired girl said with a chuckle. "But I see what you mean." With a wriggle, she pulled her panties off and lay back, delicately formed legs obscenely open, the moon shining on the pale hairs of her young pussy. "You could give a little head - partner."
"Sweet little cunt," he said as he maneuvered around and went down on his knees on the floor of the car. Eagerly she caught his long hair and pulled his face in between her sleek thighs. His tongue began to burrow into the tender lips of Virgie's distended pussy and he could hear her sigh in pleasure.
In a way it was a gas, having a sexy piece who would go both ways. Watching Virgie and Sally Sue had really turned him on. And hell, if Sally Sue didn't show and they finally gave up, well, Virgie was damn good even if she did dig girls. For all her wantonness, not in Sally Sue's league, but she still gave damn good head. And, thinking of Lorraine, he wondered if he could talk Virgie into kneeling over the seat divider and taking it in the ass. It was small, but he'd never seen any better. Well . . .
He speared his tongue into her wetly squirming pussy and heard Virgie groaning with delight.
*** Stan Oakes and Sally Sue didn't notice the station wagon pulled into the dark lane opposite the apartment house. They had eyes for nothing but each other. The romantic atmosphere of the restaurant, on top of the gourmet meal, had brought Sally Sue to impatient sexual arousal, yet she was troubled. On this night she had come to really feel something for the tall sandy haired young man, and, within herself, she was afraid that to just go to bed with him would be in a way cheating. Sally Sue could tell he felt more than just an animal desire for her. And if she let things go too far, he might even get the idea he was in love with her.
And how could she let him do that without being totally honest . . .
in a word, confessing? If she could find the courage to tell Stan what she was really like, she was afraid she might lose him. He would never understand. The best she thought she could hope for was that he might agree to some sort of arrangement. That he would agree - she had to force the blunt word into her mind - to FUCK her. Fuck her wildly and often enough so she could keep her lascivious desires in check, not go around corrupting teenagers.
If he would take her on those terms . . . it could be good. She would just have to chance telling him, or she knew she'd never be able to let herself go and cum wildly as she had just the previous night.
And Sally Sue was not sure of just what he was. He certainly had to be more than just a trainee at the station, to support the magnificent Ferrari and take her to the most expensive restaurant for a hundred miles around. Flashing a card, Stan had merely signed the check - another giveaway that he must be well known there - and she'd had a quick glimpse of the total. Including tip, it came to a hundred and seventy five dollars! In the apartment, the tiny owl and the killer hawk were devouring hunks of fresh killed rabbit. The coral snake was curled into a ball, sleeping.
"Shoo! Everybody out!" Sally Sue said. The owl and hawk flapped through an open casement window, and Sally Sue literally poured the snake after them before closing it. The dog and hunting leopard were already in their enclosure. She turned to see Stan watching with a grin, and with small steps, she walked into his arms and sought his mouth with hers.
She couldn't help but grind her thinly clad body against the heat and rigidity of his loins. She gulped and said, "I've got to tell you something."
"I've been waiting all night . . . but you don't have to tell me anything."
"I do! " the distressed woman blurted.
"Well, here in your kitchen isn't the place," he replied. Sally Sue offered no resistance as he led tier to the bedroom which had been the scene of her carnal lust only hours before. "And clothes inhibit . . . body contact is good for confessing."
Submissively she stood as with deft, obviously experienced hands, he undressed her. Her dress was cast aside, leaving her tremblingly naked except for her boots and gossamer thin panties. The zippers of the boots whispered and she was stepping out of them. Then, tantalizingly his warm fingers were slowly drawing her panties down the smoothly curved columns of her long legs and she found herself kicking them away as he knelt.
"Oooooooohhh!!!" Sally Sue groaned in mounting anticipation - as she felt his moistly heated lips on her belly. She trembled like a frightened fawn as his mouth moved lower. His breath was hot on the pulsating lips of her hopelessly aroused cunt, and then she felt the burning spear of his tongue delve between her legs, seeking the moistened depths of her pussy. With a groan she spread her legs and thrust her pubic mound toward his face as Stan's tongue flicked wetly over the button of her rising little clitoris. Her hands grasped his head and pulled him tight to her grinding loins as his hands grasped her tightly clenched buttocks. Sally Sue didn't know if it was the romantic evening which caused it, or the deft way the lashing tip of Stan's tongue was probing her secret flesh, but it seemed that within seconds she was cumming, with a great hot flood of her liquid passion poured down the hair-lined channel of her cunt to spill into his wildly sucking open mouth and streak her jerking thighs. With a soft cry she fell back on the bed, legs lewdly splayed open, and joyously, continued to respond to urgently laving tongue.
"Aaaaaaggghhh!!!" she cried softly, locking her long, slender legs over his shoulders and squeezing his bobbing head, until she was exhausted and had to release him. Her fingers traced the lean planes of his face as she murmured, "Oh Stan . . ."
.
"You should have let me do it the first night," he said, licking her belly before standing. "Now, you want to undress me?"
All reserve gone, the aroused brunette nearly ripped his clothes off.
She pulled his pants and undershorts down with a savage clutching of her groping fingers, dropping to her knees as his turgid cock leapt free of its confinement. Before he could kick his slacks away, Sally Sue's tiny pink tongue was urgently licking the blood-engorged head and her soft warm lips were showering teasing little kisses on it. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, kneeling subserviently, lewdly mouthing the lust-swollen male organ. With an urgent gasp, she opened her mouth wide and the tight soft "0" of her pursed lips engulfed Stan's hotly pulsing cock to its thick base. She hugged him tight and her cheeks drew in with the desire of her sucking.
And then, almost roughly, he pulled her head away. She whined in frustration and tried to get him in her mouth again but he was pulling her to her feet, pushing her down on the bed and lying beside her.' Sally Sue sobbed. Why didn't he want her that way, when she needed it so much? She knew he'd liked what she did. The way his hips jerked, driving his penis even deeper into her throat, told her that. So why had he stopped her? "Hey, pretty girl, we gotta rap," he said, even as he moved to kiss her naked breasts and squeeze the smooth roundness of her buttocks and then slide his lewdly searching fingers into the warmth of her pulsing cunt.
Sally Sue squirmed and spread her legs wantonly, giving him full access to her quivering flesh as he continued to talk softly. "Something sure did happen to you. The other night, you were scared of yourself . . . what I'd call a really reluctant lay. You damn near kicked my head in when I tried to eat you. But now you're wild for it and you were sucking my cock out by the roots. I think we know each other enough for you to tell me how come!"
"Oh, Stan, Stan . . ." the emotionally tortured dark-haired disc jockey groaned. "I want to - I have to beat it out of myself, get up my courage." With a boldness she didn't know existed, Sally Sue reached and grasped his penis and tried to twist on the bed to take it into her yearning mouth again. "Let me . . . please let me."
"NO!" he said, yanking her back by her long black hair. "Later! I've got to do some gut-spilling too, Sally Sue. I know you're curious about the Ferrari and how I can afford a dinner like we had tonight. Well, I have to tell you, and it's not a pretty story. Whatever you lay on me can't be nearly as bad. Now listen . . ." You want to bet? Sally Sue Bennett thought to herself.
As his tale unfolded, the long-tressed woman had to admit that a couple of weeks earlier, it would have been shockingly obscene. Not it seemed mild.
Put briefly, Stan Oakes was from a multimillionaire East Coast family. He had been in his junior year at an Ivy League college when the scandal came to light.
A night on a beach at a lake in Maine with a group of frat brothers and sorority girls from another college began as a routine beer bust and clambake. Then it turned into a group grope as the brothers added 90-proof alcohol to the beer and everybody got smashed and lost their inhibitions, what few they had. There was a daisy chain, and couples screwed indiscriminately by the light of the fire. Stan couldn't remember how many girls he'd had, but on that night he was sexually tireless. In time, four couples had slipped away to a 'rustic cabin and an orgy to challenge ancient Rome had developed.
When the State Police arrived at the call of an indignant neighbor, they broke in without knocking.
"I was screwing this wild redhead in the bottom - sodomizing her - while she was sucking my buddy and another chick was 'squatting over his face while he ate her out. The redhead was turned. on from both ends, really grinding her tail and humping back, wanting me deep in her asshole, and it was so wild we never heard the troopers until they blew a whistle and began pulling us out of each other. Then, as they say, the shit hit the fan. We wound up with our asses in a country jail and nothing but blankets . . . plus hangovers. I was lucky. My family had enough bread to cool the beef, but I got marching orders, so here I am," Stan Oakes concluded.
"Fantastic!" Sally Sue breathed. She didn't understand how a girl could eagerly be sodomized . . . yet when Terry had slipped his. finger into her tight little anus last night, there had been a wild excitement to it. "But with your money, why do you take on such a menial job? Even if you haven't got your college degree, you should be able to get something better."
"Sally Sue, you don't get the picture," the young man replied patiently. "Our little teakettle is owned by Oakes Industries. As an act of penance, I was sent out to find out what's wrong with it. What's wrong would fill a book, and the title would be Harold Eaton, who is too damn stupid to even know whom his station belongs to." He chuckled and kissed her breasts lingeringly, his tongue teasing as his mouth sucked, and Sally Sue writhed in abandon reaching again for his still rigid cock. But he drew away, wanting to talk further. "There's only one asset the station has - YOU! Without the Sally Sue Bennett Show, Eaton couldn't sell time for dog food commercials. Now, keep this under your merkin, but in a few weeks you'll be getting a TV offer. I told the old man we were wasting you using just your voice. This magnificent bod will kick hell out of the rating charts. How's that grab you, darlin'?"
"I - am - stunned!" Sally Sue managed to say. "But you have to know about me . . . about what an animal I've turned into."
"The pelt feels nice," Stan said, rubbing her anxiously quivering hair-lined pussy and slowly working his middle finger to the first knuckle in the tightly constricting ring of her anus while Sally Sue gasped. Yet she didn't repel him, recalling how pleasant it had been when Terry Claff did the same to her - only deeper ! He whispered, "How's it feel, darling?"
Darling! He'd finally come out with what might be a love word! Sally Sue trembled and for an answer pushed down against the invading finger and felt it slide slowly, tantalizingly far up into her rectum. With lewdly playing fingers she handled his cock, building up her courage to tell him just what sort of carnal beast she was.
With none of the glibness of her radio personality, Sally Sue abjectly told Stan of the wanton triangle she had engaged in with Terry and Virgie. She told him of her broken marriage and her loneliness, and she didn't spare herself. She was softly crying when she had purged herself. Sally Sue was afraid the slender young man would be revolted by her tale.
But he only laughed and kissed her as he said, "Group sex is the greatest, and it's the one thing I miss out here, because if I get caught in the way I was before, I've got a year in jail hanging over my head." He tugged at his long hair and added, "Those two sound wild . . . wild enough to have slipped you a pill or something. Kids grow up quicker every year, and you said this chick's father has a drug store."
"Well, yes, he does," Sally Sue replied, thinking. A light was beginning to dawn. Some aphrodisiac could have been put in her coffee or something. And now, looking back, it did seem strange that Terry had appeared with his camera at just the most compromising time. There was no denying the sinful, lewd pleasure she'd received and given . . . and with hindsight, no way to discount the fact that they were both old and wise beyond their years.
"I think I have been had by a couple of artful dodgers," Sally Sue said slowly, nuzzling into the hollow of Stan's neck and grinding her naked ass-cheeks back against his impaling middle finger which was beginning to move in and out of her tightly puckering anus.
"Likely," he agreed. "But you admitted it yanked you out of your shell." His finger began to make a hot circle in her now relaxed rectum, stretching her tight rubbery sphincter muscle, and then she gasped, but with a lunge, thrust her buttocks back as a second finger joined it and his thumb sank deep into the liquid warmth of her pussy. "You wouldn't have enjoyed this before, would you, darling?"
"Nooooo . . ." Sally Sue moaned, her sensuously writhing body undulating as his fingers began to slowly fuck in and out of her anal passage. Her arms tightened around him and her hungry mouth found his, and as Stan's hot tongue slid between her parted lips her entire body trembled and she sighed, "Ooooohhhhh . . . Aaaaaahhh!"
She never thought of morality and decency. She suddenly realized she was awakened to herself, and wanted to erotically explore all the pleasures so long hidden in her beautiful body.
Suddenly, Sally Sue, no longer under the influence of drugs, was willing to make any experiment.