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Sally's Slut Stories Ch. 01

By: jack_straw



September 1978

Sally Johnson could not suppress the nervous feeling in her stomach as she accompanied her stepfather, Ted Bissett, into the crowded bar of an upscale hotel in downtown Los Angeles.

It was a warm Wednesday night near the end of summer, and a small bead of sweat trickled languidly between her breasts, emphasizing – as if the stares of every man in the bar weren’t enough – that she was all but naked under her thin dress. The day had finally come, when Ted would start to offer her to his friends and business associates for sex, and she was filled with wildly contradictory feelings. On the one hand, she was apprehensive, even a little fearful and humiliated about meeting a total stranger for sex on her stepfather’s orders. But, on the other hand, she was also excited about the prospect of sampling a new man, and a new dick, and she was itching to show off her newfound sexual skills.

Two months had passed since the fateful Friday when Ted had caught 18-year-old Sally in a very compromising situation with her 15-year-old sister, Sylvia. Ted had quietly shot up two full rolls of film of the sisters in action, then had used the incriminating photos to blackmail Sally into doing exactly what he wanted whenever he wanted it. That meant sex, and lots of it. Although Ted and Sally hated each other’s guts, at least in public, Ted had had a sexual obsession for the girl ever since he’d married her recently divorced mother three years previously.

Over the course of about a 24-hour period, Ted had forced Sally to give him a blowjob – and swallow cum for the first time in her life – right in the den of their house that Friday night after she came home from a party at a friend’s house. The next morning, he had filled her cunt with his sperm after fucking her hard on the kitchen counter, then, when Sally returned from work that Saturday night, he had met her in her bedroom and fucked her ass, also for the first time in her life.

Sally had not been a virgin when she had encountered Ted, but she had not had all that much experience either. But by the time he was done with her that day and night, Ted had started Sally well on the road to becoming a slut, because she had discovered, to her dismay, that she liked the sex, especially the screaming orgasms that Ted routinely pulled from her hot young body. The fact that it was coerced, at least initially, seemed to enhance the wickedness of what she was doing, creating an unseemly excitement in her body about having sex with her stepfather.

Ted had gone to Phoenix to his tennis tournament the next day, and while he was gone, Sally dutifully completed the chores he’d set before her. She tearfully cut off most of her luxuriant long blonde hair, cutting it back to where it was almost boyish, with light bangs in front, parted in the middle, pulled back off her ears and just a little thick in back. From that point on, her hair would never again grow past her shoulders, and she soon learned to like the new look. It was, as Ted had said, easy to take care of, it didn’t get all wet and tangled when they fucked, and it allowed her to alter her looks somewhat depending on her mood and the style of the time.

She also got on contraceptives, and ditched her boyfriend of the moment. He had been bewildered by the sudden change in Sally, but she brushed him aside, the better to keep his hurt feelings from getting to her. He’d been kind of lame anyway, she rationalized, and given where she sensed she was going, he probably wouldn’t want to stay with her anyhow. 

When Ted returned that Thursday, he was flushed with success, a little bit of extra cash and a good nose full of cocaine, as he had had a good tournament. After doing his husbandly duties with his wife that night, in very quick and perfunctory fashion, Ted had slipped into Sally’s bedroom and leisurely fucked her twice before returning to her mother’s bed, leaving Sally sweaty, satisfied and wanting more, despite her continuing dislike for her stepfather.

The following Saturday, Ted had had to work, so he’d called Sally on the phone and told her to swing by the club where he was the tennis pro, on her way to her job as a sales clerk for a ladies boutique. Once there, he guided Sally to his cluttered office, closed and locked the door, and ordered her to suck him off before she went to work. Sally had thus spent the whole day with the taste of Ted’s cum in her mouth, and for some reason that turned her on, so much so that when she got home that night, she was the one who came on to Ted, dragging him to her bedroom, where they had spent most of the night in her bed.

Ted had come to her twice more early the next week, but then stayed away in anticipation of the weekend. That was when Sally’s mother was to fly off with Sylvia to help her younger daughter get settled in at the boarding school in Pennsylvania that she would be attending. 

The two sisters had not been, and would not ever again be intimate after their fateful tryst by the pool. Although they would remain close and friendly, they would never again share the kind of love they had had before Ted discovered their secret. He had effectively driven a wedge between the sisters that would never be completely breached. 

Sally had cried all the way from the airport after putting her mother and sister on the plane, and Ted had been magnanimous in his victory. He took Sally to a fine restaurant, plied her with good food and several drinks then they had gone home, tumbled into her mother’s bed and had spent most of the next 48 hours having the kind of wild, unbridled sex one usually read about in the Letters section of Penthouse magazine. Sally had gotten a huge rush out of fucking her mother’s husband on her mother’s bed over and over again.

By the end of the weekend, Sally was hooked on the excitement of wild sex. She was intoxicated by the seemingly never-ending series of orgasms Ted could produce in her body. She was starting to crave sexual attention, the beginning of the hunger for sex that is still a huge part of her life to this day, nearly 25 years later. When she was alone, sober and rational, she was often appalled at what she was doing – what Ted was making her do, and do willingly – and she was disgusted with herself for getting into her predicament. But once she got into Ted’s environment, once she started getting high and getting turned on, it was like flipping a switch and she became the hungry beast that needed sexual fulfillment. 

After her mother returned from the East, it was Sally’s turn to get set up in her new digs, as she anticipated her freshman year at UCLA. Ted had found her a secluded little bungalow not too far from the campus that was set back away from a quiet side street, and actually opened to the back, away from the street, onto an alley. It was perfect for his purposes. It would allow him to come and go from Sally’s house without being readily seen. Soon, Sally, her mom and Ted were moving her stuff into the new place. Then, when Ted had sent Mom home at the end of a busy, sweaty day of moving, Ted had fucked Sally right on the floor in the front room of the house.

It didn’t take long for Sally to fall into Ted’s partying lifestyle. She quickly found that liquor and marijuana relaxed her physically and mentally. She had gotten moderately drunk on beer a few times during high school, but had never really tried much liquor. However, she soon began to enjoy vodka, whisky and other spirits, over beer, which Ted said would make her fat.

Sally had also tried pot only a few times in high school, and had never gotten much out of it. But she quickly learned to enjoy the high-quality weed Ted could find: rich, earthy Colombian; sweet, sticky sensimilla from northern California; pungent, tightly wrapped Thai sticks; tangy, aromatic Hawaiian. Sally quickly learned to appreciate the sensual feelings she got from good herb. It made it much easier for her to just go with the flow of whatever was happening to her when she was mellow on vodka and-or good weed.

Ted began to introduce Sally around to his friends, and started spreading the word about his horny stepdaughter to business associates and others with whom he sought to curry favor. Ted made it abundantly clear to all of his close friends and most of his business associates that she was his stepdaughter, and that she was his hot little sex toy, only he made it appear that she had been the one who had initiated their relationship. But as of yet, he had not sent her over to fuck any of his friends and associates. Until now, that is.

Sally had not known exactly what was going to happen that night until Ted came over, after calling earlier that day to tell her not to make any other plans for the night. When he arrived, he told her that he was trying to gather financing for a real estate deal he’d been cooking up, one that could make him a substantial sum of money, and the person he’d been dealing with who held the fate of the project in his hands was a 40ish banker from New York named Dave Marshall. Dave had flown across the country to see the land, talk to the principals and maybe have a little fun on the side.

Dave and Ted had been in the middle of a three-martini lunch when Dave had asked Ted about some female action for later that evening. Ted had asked what kind of women Dave liked, and when he said he liked young, but sexually mature girls, and preferred blondes to any other type, Ted knew exactly with whom to set Dave up. He knew now that the time had arrived for Sally to be of service to his financial portfolio.

“I have someone in mind who is perfect,” Ted said. “She’s young, she’s blonde and she fucks like a fish. If you want me to, I can set you up with her right now. Believe me, she’s fine.”

So the date had been made. Ted told Sally the details as he fixed them each a drink at the bar that he had stocked in her den, and her insides began to boil with a welter of emotions. Ted went straight into her bedroom and pulled out the dress he wanted her to wear, a new knee-length, sleeveless dress of a light, almost translucent material with a light print pattern over a pale blue background. Because it merely tied on the side, it showed off plenty of leg and plenty of cleavage, and it clung to her curves tightly, showing clearly what she did and did not have on underneath.

Ted had been true to his word and had given her a credit card to use at Frederick’s of Hollywood, and Sally had bought an array of sexy underclothes, including a dark blue garter belt and stockings. This was the outfit Ted picked out for her to wear, and he told her to top off the look by making herself up in a blatantly sexual way, with heavy eye shadow, thick mascara and slick lip-gloss, with her manicured nails done in a matching color, and a pair of dangling earrings that hung from her pierced lobes. Sexy high heels with an ankle strap completed the picture of a young woman who was clearly on the prowl.

They had another drink and smoked a joint before leaving her house and heading downtown in Ted’s Porsche. Dave whistled as Sally approached the bar, where he’d been nursing a couple of scotch-and-waters. Sally sauntered into the empty barstool next to Dave while Ted stood by and made introductions. Sally gave Dave a smoky look as he shook her hand and held it a moment longer than one would ordinarily hold a handshake. She was trying to project an image that she didn’t entirely feel at the moment, one of total self-assurance and sultriness. Ted hadn’t had to threaten her with exposure for quite a while, but the last thing he told her as they climbed out of his car was, “If you blow this, I’ll be very, very unhappy.”

Once the introductions had been made, Ted left them together, and Sally never saw him the rest of the night. Forging ahead, Sally smiled sweetly and started to become acquainted with her date for the evening. They quickly took their drinks to a booth, where they could have a little more privacy. Dave sat down first then Sally slid in next to him, coming in real close, so that their legs were brushing together.

After a couple of drinks, Sally relaxed and began to enjoy herself. Dave was a handsome man with short brown hair flecked with gray. He stood about 6-feet tall and looked like he kept himself in shape. He also proved to be an interesting and witty conversationalist, who seemed genuinely interested in her and her life, or at least what she chose to reveal of it. He told her about New York, and all of the hustle and bustle of the Big Apple, and she told him about life in Southern California. It didn’t take Sally long to decide that she could trust Dave to treat her right, so she really started to let her hair down and show this stranger in town a real good time.

Sally had known vaguely for a long time that she had a knack for sizing up people and discerning what they were really like behind the image they wanted to project. But lately she had really become aware of just what a valuable gift that was, and she had been assessing Ted’s friends as she met them, sorting them out and filing them away for future reference. It was a gift that she would quickly come to depend on heavily as she negotiated life in the fast lane, and more than once it would prove to be a lifesaver. And on the few occasions when she ignored her instincts, it invariably led to disaster. So although she sensed that Dave was a typical go-go New Yorker who was used to command, she found herself warming to him and to the encounter that was right around the corner. 

After a half-hour or so of friendly conversation, they found their hands were clasped together in a first erotic contact, and soon those hands were roaming up and down each other’s thigh as the sexual tension began to build. When Dave’s hand finally made it up her dress to the junction of her legs, he was pleasantly surprised to find a bald beaver uncovered by panties and slick with the juice of her arousal. As he rolled Sally’s clit around under her dress, she sucked in a breath with a hiss then turned her face to his and they kissed, long and slow, feeling the pressure of their passion begin to swell, right along with the growing lump in Dave’s slacks.

Excitedly, they each finished their drinks, and after signing the bill for his tab, Dave and Sally sashayed out of the bar arm-in-arm toward the elevators and his 28th-floor hotel suite, and this time she smiled sexily at every man she passed who ogled her tight body and radiant looks.

Once on the elevator, they embraced hotly, their mouths warm and eager, their tongues active and excited. Dave could feel his cock stiffening from the contact with Sally’s hot, young body. He could feel her stiff nipples poking into his chest as they kissed wantonly. For her part, Sally could feel Dave’s cock trying to poke between her legs as she lost herself in the kiss.

Sally would have been content at that point to screw Dave right there on the floor of the elevator, but just as the thought crossed her mind, the car slowed, stopped at their floor and the door opened to reveal what looked like a grandmother and grandson, a nice looking boy of about 12, waiting to get on for a trip to the ground floor. The boy stared open-mouthed at Sally’s jiggling tits as she and Dave strode out of the elevator into the hall. The last thing Sally saw before the doors closed was the grandmother’s clear look of disapproval aimed at her.

Sally had to laugh at that. So she had the ability to not only bewitch mature men, but apparently adolescent boys as well. It was something of an epiphany, one of those moments where a whole new way of thinking opened up to her. She realized, in a way she hadn’t before, that with her succulent body, her good looks and her willing sexuality, she had something men of all ages desired.

Thus it was with a feeling of growing confidence that she entered Dave’s suite for her first night in the service of her stepfather. Sally had thought they might roll straight into bed, but Dave was cool, once they got settled in. After shedding his coat and his tie, Dave walked to the bar and fixed a couple of drinks while Sally found herself drawn to the picture window that overlooked the city. She was swept away by the vista of lights that shimmered into the distance in every direction as far as the eye could see, thus she was a little startled when Dave materialized with her drink.

“Magnificent, isn’t it,” Dave said softly as he handed Sally her drink then wrapped an arm around her chest and lightly fondled one of her tits. “I never get tired of this city. It’s so different from New York. People don’t hurry here the way they do back home, and I like that.”

Abruptly, Dave turned, walked back to the sofa that sat against one wall, sat down and crossed his legs, gazing at the sexual prize Ted had bestowed upon him. Sally was still lost in thought, gazing out at the vast expanse of the City of Lights, when Dave told her softly to, “come on over here and let me get a good look at you.”

Sally took a final sip of her drink, sat the empty glass on a table and walked, slow and easy, over to where Dave sat. She stood in front of him in a provocative pose, a bemused grin on her face and her legs spread slightly apart. Without saying a word, she reached over to her side, untied the strings that held her dress in place and let it fall off her shoulders to the floor.

“Maybe you like this view a little better?” she asked in a low, sultry tone of voice.

Dave was momentarily speechless. Talk about a diamond in the rough; here was a girl, he realized, with the looks and body of a young goddess, who, if you dressed her in ordinary clothes and a lot less makeup, you would probably walk right past and never even notice. In their earlier conversation, Sally had come across as a rather quiet, almost shy young girl, but there was nothing shy about her now. She was a lady, a sexy young woman ready for love. He drank in Sally’s nakedness from top to bottom: her sultry, half-lidded eyes in a perfectly-formed face; her perfect tits that hung just right on her chest; the succulent ass, tight and firm; the shaved pussy that was already swelling and glistening with arousal; the long, slim legs, slinky in their stockings; and, finally, the narrow, almost dainty feet, encased in her sexy high heels.

Dave Marshall was a cool customer, and a careful man. So, unlike many of his friends, he didn’t keep a mistress stashed somewhere in Manhattan. But California had always been like a siren song to him, with its blonde, tanned, willing babes who were eager to fuck. So more and more, he was looking at investments in the Golden State, and taking the opportunity to sample the goodies the state had to offer, well out of the eye of wife and family.

He couldn’t help himself; he had to touch Sally, so he bent forward and ran both hands up, down and all around her stocking-clad legs, brushing her dripping cunt with each swipe up to her crotch. Finally, he worked both hands together and opened up her wet sex and strummed his fingers over her pussy for just a couple of seconds, then ran his hands around her hips, and squeezed her buns. 

Sally responded by leaning over and dangling her tits in front of Dave’s face, lightly brushing her nipples on his nose, one after the other. He took the hint and abandoned her legs to grip her breasts with his hands and roll her stiff nipples between his fingers. She bent over further and offered her tits for him to suck, and he did, with relish. He sucked, licked, kissed, squeezed and generally played all over her tits for several minutes, sending radiant shock waves of lust streaming through her body to her slightly befogged brain.

Finally, Sally pulled her tits out Dave’s grasp, pulled him up so that he was standing and they kissed again, softly, almost lovingly, and as their tongues wrapped themselves around each other, she felt her pussy beginning to get seriously wet. It was time, she knew; time to see what this man had to offer. So she broke the kiss and began to slowly, seductively, undress her new lover of the moment. As she unbuttoned his shirt and revealed Dave’s skin, she planted little kisses and licks on his chest, then, when she had his shirt completely unbuttoned, she pulled it open and spent a minute or so licking, sucking and nibbling on his nipples, evoking a long groan of rising passion from Dave’s throat.


Sally's Slut Stories Ch. 01



She pulled the shirt off and reached down to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his slacks, even as their lips crushed themselves together in an increasingly unbridled kiss. When Dave’s pants were in a puddle on the floor, he pulled back, removed his socks then stood in front of Sally with his cock making a huge ridge in his briefs. Sally flipped the waistband of his underwear and felt Dave’s rock-hard cock spring into her hands, which instinctively began to rub all over his stiff flesh.

“Mmmm, nice,” Sally cooed, and she meant it. Dave’s cock wasn’t close to Ted’s in size, but it was a nice piece of meat nonetheless. It looked to be in the 7-8 inch range and was nice and meaty, with prominent veins coursing up and down the shaft. She looked Dave’s naked body up and down, admiring the flat stomach and the healthy pecs. Sally lustfully licked her way down Dave’s chest to his abdomen, to his wiry pubic hairs, then down to his thighs. As she licked her way back up his thighs, she lightly stroked Dave’s cock, and was rewarded by a large, thick drop of clear fluid that bubbled out the tip.

Sally didn’t hesitate, but flicked the drop of pre-cum off with her tongue and followed right in with her lips, which formed a big “o” over the head of his cock. She sucked him all the way in one screaming, glorious plunge, taking every bit of him into her throat. When she felt the hair at Dave’s crotch mash into her nose, she felt a sense of exhilaration at having taken a cock all the way in her throat for the first time in her life. Ted had been working patiently with her to perfect her oral technique, getting her to fight past her gag reflex and take more and more of his huge cock. She hadn’t quite been able to take all of Ted yet, but Dave’s somewhat smaller cock fit just about perfectly in her mouth and throat, and she began to vigorously work his cock with her mouth and hands.

As she began to suck him in earnest, Dave looked down and nearly creamed right there at the sight of Sally squatting on her high heels, legs spread wide-open, with her bald, dripping pussy gaping. Sally was beginning to enter the zone, that state of mind where nothing but sexual pleasure mattered, where orgasms came in a never-ending flow. Ted had shown her how to get there, and now she was putting the lessons she’d learned to good use. Unconsciously, Sally dropped a hand to her crotch and began to finger herself briskly, slashing three fingers from her right hand up her juicy furrow then using her thumb to roll her clit around like a marble.

“God, Ted was right, you are a hot little bitch, aren’t you,” Dave gasped.

“What’s the matter, Dave, I’m not too hot for you, am I?” Sally said teasingly, taking his cock out of her mouth and grinning lasciviously before swiping her tongue up the underside of the dick in a lewd manner then covering his dick with her mouth, inhaling his boner and working it vigorously with her mouth and hand.

Dave realized that he was sitting on the edge of a nuclear explosion between his legs, and he knew just what he wanted to do. He really wanted to take his time exploring the hot pussy that winked up at him from between Sally’s widespread legs, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to do that unless he relieved some of the sexual tension in his cock. Sally, too, was sitting on a powder keg as she thrust two and three fingers savagely in and out of her swollen, inflamed pussy.

Finally, gasping, Dave grabbed Sally by the hair and fairly ripped her head back, wrenching his cock out of her hungry mouth. Sally stood up, panting, took a couple of steps back toward the bed, as their lips met yet again, then Dave pushed her firmly onto her back on the bed. As she did Sally lifted her legs into the air and ran her hands between her legs, opening up her juicy snatch for him to do anything he wanted.

Dave fairly leaped face-first right into Sally’s divine pussy, slashing his tongue up her slit then licking and sucking wildly. As they maneuvered to the middle of the bed, Dave rolled himself over onto his knees, with his legs straddling Sally’s head, his face still buried in her tangy twat. Sally was suddenly confronted by the sight of Dave’s hard-on right in her eyes, so she bent her head back and accepted the hard meat back into the warmth of her mouth. As he drove his cock to the hilt in her throat, Dave reached around with both hands behind her thighs and picked Sally’s hips up off the bed, allowing him easy access to her upturned cunt.

Dave was going wild. His mouth and tongue were going 90 miles an hour in Sally’s crotch and his cock was pile-driving its way deep in her throat, fucking her face as if it was a pussy. He was holding back the floodgates with extreme effort, and Sally was working along with him, giving off muffled squeals as her long-awaited orgasm built to a fever pitch.

Something had to give, and it was Sally who gave first, but only by a few seconds. Ripping Dave’s cock from her throat, she felt the avalanche of sensations cascade thunderously through her body, her mouth open and spouting gibberish. Dave pulled himself away from Sally’s crotch, immediately took his cock in hand, stroked it hard for about three or four seconds then shot a humongous load of cum all over Sally’s face and chest.

The first explosive burst splattered right on her left nipple, and streaked across her shoulder and ear. Then he laced the next half-dozen bursts all over Sally’s face, covering her eyes, nose and mouth with his super-heated cum. Sally shrieked in surprise at the sudden rain of cum that saturated her face, and the sheer eroticism – the nastiness – of the act sent her orgasm spiking even higher. She dashed a hand into her boiling cunt and masturbated wildly as her climax overwhelmed her. After the first explosive bursts, Dave pushed his cock back into Sally’s mouth and let her milk the final few oozing spurts with her lips and down her throat.

At last, Dave’s lust was sated, but only a little, and he rolled to his left onto the bed then propped himself up on an elbow to gaze wondrously at Sally. What he saw sent a thrill down his spine, and thus to his dick. Sally pulled herself up off her back, sat upright on the bed and began scooping his cum off her face with two fingers of her right hand. The other hand dropped right into Dave’s lap and began to softly stroke his still semi-hard cock. She slowly, carefully guided the thick, pasty semen that rolled in long, fat dollops down her face into her mouth, sucking her fingers like a miniature cock, as she tasted his seed.

When she had her face reasonably clean, Sally crawled onto her knees, gave Dave a big, sloppy kiss, letting him get a good taste of his cum, then pushed him down until he was flat on his back, leaned over, grabbed his cock and covered it with her mouth. She sucked him just long enough to get his hard-on back up to full strength then she pulled herself up and straddled his hips. Still holding his cock by the base, she aimed the head for her flooded opening, rubbed it around between her lips a few times to get it good and lubricated then sat full onto his cock, impaling herself with his fleshy pole.

Sally was going nuts with lust, and she rocked up and down, and side to side, sliding her dripping pussy along Dave’s dick, which was being furiously thrust upward with his hips. Dave finally grabbed Sally’s butt in his hands and slowed her down to a steady, workable pace. Sally rolled her head back wantonly and let Dave’s powerful hands guide her up and down on his cock. As she did, her tits thrust outward, the hard nipples aimed at Dave’s face as they jiggled wetly on her chest. She took her tits in her hands, squeezed the fleshy globes, and pinched her nipples and rolled them between her thumb and fingers.

Dave slid his hands up Sally’s back and pulled her down until her tits were hovering above his mouth then he captured each of the hard roseate nipples between his lips. He sucked each of her tips ravenously, lovingly, and Sally felt spasms of lust jolt her from chest to spine, and thus to her numbed mind. She could feel a second, much more intense orgasm beginning to reach critical mass, and she lit the fuse by dropping a hand and frigging her clit on every upstroke of her pussy. When Dave was completely embedded in her body, she ground her cunt around the base of his cock, rubbing her clit on his coarse pubic bush as she did. Sally could feel her vagina tighten around Dave’s cock as she pumped him like a runaway oil derrick.

Dave wanted to go slow and make it last, and he did his best, but the superheated pussy engulfing his cock was too insistent for him to hold off for long. So when Sally felt her orgasm begin to erupt, she bent over and kissed Dave with utter abandon, which had the effect of tightening her pussy even more. And that’s when Dave gave half-dozen staccato thrusts with his hips and burst forth with his own climax, firing a Vesuvius of molten cum as far up Sally’s pussy as he could reach. They clutched at each other, kissing wildly, as the waves of lust cascaded from one to the other, back and forth like lightning.

As the orgasmic tide finally ebbed out to sea, a feeling of utter, pleasant exhaustion swept over the couple, and soon they were sound asleep. 

To be continued



Sally's Slut Stories Ch. 02



December 1978 

Monica Franzetti was doing the bump-and-grind with her partner of the moment: a short, well-built redhead whose globular tits were being poorly served by a halter-top that was inadequate for the job. She and the redhead were grooving on a packed dance floor at one of the city's leading discos when Monica happened to see an old friend walk around the fringe of the dance floor and take a seat at a corner booth.

It was three days before Christmas, a Friday night, and Monica had been out scouting for young female talent to take to bed that evening. She had just broken up with her previous girlfriend and was out on the prowl. The redhead with big tits had held Monica's interest, until she saw her old friend Ted walk in, with a young blonde on his arm.

Monica had first met Ted some dozen years earlier, when they were both in their early 20s. It had been in Rome, when Ted was struggling to make it on the pro tennis circuit, and Monica was a tennis groupie with an eye for the ladies.

An uncle had raped Monica at age 12, and thus she had come to prefer girls sexually, where she had a physical advantage over most women. However, over the years, she'd allowed a few men to tame her, and Ted had been one of the men she'd taken to bed. She liked his big cock and the simplicity of their relationship: purely for sex, with no strings whatsoever. Over the years, Monica had periodically gotten together with Ted, up until about three years previously, when she decided to devote her attention exclusively to women, as she got involved with lesbian politics in Southern California. Nevertheless, they had remained friends, and ran into each other quite frequently at various times of the year.

After acknowledging Ted's arrival, Monica turned her attention to his girlfriend, whom she had never seen before. At first glance, Monica was curious, because this one didn't seem to be Ted's type. Her looks weren't striking, unlike previous girls she'd seen him out with, and she had almost a shy air about her. In fact, Monica's gaze had originally passed right over the girl, until she chose to take a second glance.

And Monica was glad she did, because once she got a good look at her, she could see that the young girl was actually quite pretty and nicely put-together, not too big or showy in any one area, but just right in every way. Her golden hair was on the shaggy side of short, and her limbs were sleek. Indeed, the more she saw of the girl, the better she looked. Monica could feel herself getting wet at the sight of Ted's girlfriend, and decided to walk over and meet her. She was impressed by any girl who could take on Ted, and she was intrigued by the conflicts she sensed within this very underrated beauty.

The girl appeared to be the kind Monica went nuts over: young, a little vulnerable, but with an air of sensuality. She liked to take innocent, but willing, young girls and introduce them to the art of womanly love, using every means at her disposal, which were considerable. Monica was tall, around 5-10, and slender, with incredibly long legs and arms, tapering into soft, narrow fingers. Her hips and breasts were tight and compact, with just enough strut to be wildly sexy. She had a mass of raven-black hair that cascaded past her shoulders in tight ring curls, a natural look most women would pay a fortune for at the salon. She had a narrow nose, rich lips and the biggest azure eyes anyone ever saw, eyes that glittered with a fire reflective of a true zest for life.

She had been born in the north of Italy, the daughter of minor aristocracy that had become wealthy in industry. She had used her father's fortune to follow her tennis friends to America, first to San Francisco, where she slummed for a while with the hippies, then to L.A. where she had bought a nice, comfortable place in the canyon and lived a brisk social life off her inheritance. Her stated occupation, which allowed her to stay in the country as a resident alien, was as a publicist for a gay and lesbian political group. But she only worked when she wanted, and her income from the job amounted to little better than walking-around money. 

Monica watched Ted and his new girl, and it was obvious that they were intimate, from the way their hands touched each other. Monica felt pangs of lust as she watched them together, and wondered if Ted might let her have a crack at the girl, as he had on a couple of occasions when they were much younger. When Monica noticed the girl get up from Ted's table and head for the ladies room, she left the redhead on the dance floor and walked over to speak to Ted.

"Monica, darling, it's been quite a while, hasn't it," Ted exclaimed as they hugged, bussed each other on the cheeks and exchanged greetings. She sat down and Ted ordered her a drink. After a few pleasantries, Monica asked, "So, who's the new girl?"

Ted turned to Monica with one of the biggest shit-eating grins she'd ever seen and said, "That's Sally, my stepdaughter."

"Your… stepdaughter?" she answered incredulously. Ted just nodded, so Monica continued, "So, how long does this go on?"

"Since July," Ted said. "Once she got a good look at Ted's nice, big cock, she was hooked. Can't get enough."

Monica smiled slyly, then asked if she, "might like to try a woman?"

Ted laughed at that. "How do you think I got her to fuck me? I caught her going down on her sister out by the pool, and I sort of convinced her that it was in her best interests to let me have what I wanted. She's got a real nice mouth and her pussy is something else. Why? You want her? I can get her to go with you. Tell you what; I'll give her to you as a Christmas present, let you have her to do whatever you want. Not tonight. Tonight, she's mine, but maybe in a few days?"

Just then Sally returned to the table to find Ted chatting with a tall, very striking brunette. They were introduced, and when Sally held Monica's hand in hers for just a split second longer than usual, Monica knew she had to have this girl. For there was, behind an obviously shy exterior, a young woman just on the cusp of sexual maturity, one who could appreciate all of the things that she could teach. The eyes, it was the coy, seductive look in Sally's eyes and the soft way her hand had clung, just a second, to hers that sent Monica over the edge with desire.

The three chatted for a moment, and Sally found herself increasingly intoxicated by this exotic creature who was such an old, intimate friend of her stepfather. Ted asked Sally about her work schedule for the weekend, and, since it was right before Christmas, it would be hectic. But Mrs. Dowdle, the woman who owned the shop where Sally worked, was closing up until after New Year's, giving herself and her employees a week's paid vacation in thanks for what had been a good holiday season for the store. So Monica had an idea.

"Why don't you come have Christmas dinner with me, darling?" she asked Sally in her distinctive Italian accent. "I don't have anyone to spend the holiday with, and I would love your company. Why don't you pack a bag and plan to spend a couple of days with me. I will make it worth your while."

Sally just nodded numbly, but she responded when Monica leaned over and gave her a big, deep kiss, rolling her tongue in the young girl's mouth, and feeling Sally's tongue react. Then she whispered in Sally's ear, "I want you. Badly." Sally just stared at Monica for a second then smiled sweetly and said she'd be there around 6 p.m. Christmas night. 

"Merry Christmas!" Monica waved as she left Ted and Sally. "And thank you."

"My pleasure, and yours," he said as Monica strutted off. 

Of course, by the time Monica returned to the bar, the redhead with big tits had moved on to someone else, but she didn't care. She had met her next conquest.

Later that night, as they fucked on the bed in her apartment, it was Monica whose face Sally saw as she closed her eyes lustily, feeling Ted pumping his cock relentless in her pussy, and Ted knew it. Afterward, they lay together in the sweaty afterglow of a very hot encounter, and Ted told her about the sexy brunette, and the more he told her, the more eager she was for Christmas to come around.

By now, Sally had gotten used to going with Ted's friends for sex. She had done it probably a dozen times or so in the three months since she'd spent the night with Dave. Ted's friends and business contacts ran the gamut in age, cock size and sexual ability. Some were good, some weren't. It didn't matter. She fucked whomever Ted told her to fuck and that was it. She had made a few girl friends at college, but she did not obtain a boyfriend, although a number of men from her classes, and even a professor, made an attempt to ask her out, to no avail.

The sun was just setting in the west that Christmas night as Sally drove her Monte Carlo to the address she'd been given. It was a little spooky, she thought, to be driving the freeway at 5 p.m. on a weekday, and encountering almost no traffic. Since she didn't have pay quite as close attention to her driving as she might otherwise, she took some time to assess her sexuality, specifically, why she was so eager for the coming encounter with a sexy, committed lesbian.

Sally knew she wasn't a lesbian, at least not in the strictest use of the word. Men excited her sexually in ways most women did not. But she had been unable to resist when Sylvia had come to her as a budding woman and started asking questions about sex and stuff. And when their curiosity finally overwhelmed them, they had eagerly fallen into the trappings of female lust without regret. But Sally was introspective enough to understand that there was a good deal of narcissism in the relationship. Making love with Sylvia had been like making love to herself.

What she was about to embark on tonight was different. This was another, older, more experienced woman, a dedicated lesbian. Sally stifled a vague worry that Monica might try to turn her into a full-blown lesbian, and Sally knew she didn't want that. She liked men, and the dicks they carried around with them, too much for that.

Monica was exquisitely dressed, in a short black dress with blue highlights. Sally had to laugh when she saw that Monica, too, was wearing black. Sally had gotten a pair of designer jeans for Christmas, black denim, that she had worn, and she had worn a thin, almost-sheer black blouse, and a matching set of black panties and bra that Ted had gotten her from Frederick's.

Sally was ushered into a surprisingly cozy house tucked away atop a small hill. It was tastefully and conservatively apportioned, with no indication that the occupant was a wealthy heiress to a European fortune. Unlike most of the idle rich, Monica was careful with her money. During her years following the tennis circuit, and later in Haight-Ashbury, she had learned to appreciate frugality. She wasn't miserly, but she didn't throw her money all over town, either.

Monica could feel her pussy getting wet at the sight of Sally. She was gratified to learn that her initial assessment of the girl's attributes was dead-on. She was gorgeous in a very understated way, and the way Sally's bangs played peek-a-boo with her luminous eyes turned her on. She knew she was going to have fun with this girl.

For her part, Sally found herself once again mesmerized by Monica. Everything about the woman screamed of sophistication and allure. In the background, she could hear opera playing from speakers that were built into the walls and ceiling. Somehow that lent an air of mystery to the evening. 

While dinner was being completed, the two women sat in the den, had a drink and began to get acquainted with each other. They quickly found themselves enjoying each other's company. Monica was an intellegent, witty woman with a distinctly European outlook on life. She had Sally relaxed and in festive spirits in no time.

After a bit, Monica pulled out a rolled joint, which they shared, after which Monica walked to a table against the wall, opened a drawer and pulled something out and returned to the sofa next to Sally.

"Have you ever taken a trip?" Monica asked. Sally didn't quite understand, so Monica asked if she'd ever dropped acid.

"I knew a few kids in high school who did, but I've never tried it," Sally said, a little apprehensively. Monica smiled at that. She had made a quick run up to San Francisco to visit an old friend from her hippie days and had brought back a whole sheet of pure-D windowpane. Monica was known in her gay circles as the Acid Queen, because she loved to turn young women on to LSD, her drug of choice, and ravish them for hours while they tripped. Monica held up the gelatinous tab for Sally's inspection.

"It's the best there is, clean and pure," Monica said. "It will open your mind and free your soul. And it will make you very, very horny. Join me, please?"

Sally found she couldn't say no, so they each dropped a tab, toasted each other on their approaching "vacation," then went to the dining room for dinner. Monica's chef, one of her few indulgences, had prepared a sumptuous feast of lamb in a mushroom sauce, with spinach-stuffed manicotti in a cream sauce and crisp, steamed broccoli. And, of course, there was plenty of wine with dinner. 

By the time they were finished, Sally was starting to feel something strange in her stomach, a glowing almost, and when she tried to focus her eyes on something, that something would start to move in very interesting ways. Once they had retired to the den, Monica walked over to her state of the art stereo, a Nakamichi reel-to-reel, and changed the tape. Instead of Pavarotti, she put on a tape of her favorite rock band, the Grateful Dead, a tape she had gotten straight out of the motherboard from a show the previous year at Cornell University, already known as a legendary performance among the band's fans. As the sinuous music of the Dead wafted through the room, the two women sat very close and began to talk, about nothing and everything.

Sally could feel herself slipping down an emotional slope, as the acid started to take hold, and when the conversation turned to Ted and how he'd managed to embroil her in a sexual relationship, she lost it. Monica was the first person she'd encountered whom she could tell exactly what had happened, and she found herself crying bitter tears on Monica's shoulder. Monica held the young woman tightly and let her cry it out, knowing that the acid was fueling Sally's overwrought emotions. When Sally's tears began to subside and she composed herself, she realized that she was in Monica's arms. They stared knowingly deep into each other's eyes before their lips met and they kissed, with a mounting passion.

Suddenly Sally was extremely hot, and felt a compulsion to take off her clothes. She wasn't sure where that came from, but she didn't hesitate. She stood up in front of the eager-eyed brunette and unbuttoned her blouse and her jeans, pulled them off, then stood in front of Monica, swaying lustily in just her panties and bra.

Monica stood up and they embraced tightly, kissing madly as they swayed to the music. Quickly, she shed her dress to reveal a one-piece chemise, with a small bra, not unlike a push-up bra, and a high waist on the lower portion. The two women each admired the other's underclothes, then they sauntered toward Monica's bedroom, where they would spend most of the rest of the night. 

It didn't take long for Monica to strip her chemise off, but she told Sally to leave her underwear on for a while. Monica stood by the bed, as Sally lay back on her elbows. Sally was intoxicated by Monica's slender, olive-skinned body. Her A-size tits stood out proudly, with the hard brown nipples jutting outward. But what riveted Sally's attention was her bush, a thick dark mane of hair between her legs that nonetheless did not hide a juicy pair of lips that seemed to beckon her. Monica trimmed her pussy back off her legs some, in order to wear a bikini, but otherwise, she let it go. She liked the way it felt, the way her hair tickled a woman's clit when they ground their mounds together. 

And there was something else, too, that blew Sally's mind. That was the fact that Monica did not shave under her arms. Sally had always thought that was gross, and sometimes joined the girls at school in deriding the "earth mamas," who refused to shave. But there was something erotic and exotic about the dark hair that peeked from Monica's armpits, something, well, European. Monica fished out another joint then sat on the bed next to Sally while they smoked it.

Sally's mind was a carousel of sensations as she really started to trip, and the sinuous rock slithering out of the speakers enhanced the glow, making the room pulse with energy. After the joint was finished, Monica turned to Sally and they kissed, slowly, tenderly, and Sally responded. Monica ran her hands all over Sally's body and was startled when she encountered the clean-shaven pussy between the younger girl's legs, under her soaking-wet panties. Sally hissed as she sucked in air at the touch of Monica's fingers rolling her clit.

Abruptly, Monica reached around Sally's back, unhooked her bra and tossed it to the floor. Sally's nipples stood up tall, and she shivered from the older woman's touch. Monica bent over and suckled Sally's tits, slowly, lovingly. She had all night, and she was going to take her time. 

Sally felt a welter of sensations sizzle from her nipples to her spine and thus up and down her entire body. Monica moved from Sally's tits, down her flat stomach, tracing butterfly kisses all the way to her abdomen. All the while, her hands were kneading Sally's sex through her panties, causing gasping waves of lust to radiate through her body. 

When her face reached the junction of Sally's legs, Monica inhaled deeply, giddy with the aroma of aroused young womanhood. She peeled the wet panties from Sally's crotch and ran two fingers up her furrow, up to the clit that was already throbbing with need. After a minute or two of lightly caressing Sally's lips, Monica slowly inserted her fingers as far as they would go in her steaming pussy. When the twin digits were fully embedded, she found her thumb was poised right at Sally's clit, and as she began to slowly, sinuously, finger-fuck the younger girl, her thumb collided with the hard little bud.

Sally groaned heavily and began to lurch her hips upward in an attempt to get more of Monica's fingers in her cunt. She was almost there, almost ready to explode in a colossal orgasm, when Monica abruptly pulled her hand away, reached underneath Sally's butt and pulled her panties off. Sally's legs were splayed open, revealing her bald juicy pussy that was ready for lust.

Monica gazed down at the young woman who had so beguiled her. She wanted to eat her up, every last bit.

"Bellissima," Monica whispered. "Beautiful. I don't think you know just how beautiful you really are." Sally shivered at the compliment. In high school, not many of the really hot guys had taken notice of her, but since Ted had turned her into his slut, she was finding that she was quite a bit better looking, and considerably sexier, than she had thought.

Without another word, Monica bent her face to Sally's cunt and swiped the flat of her tongue up her pussy then made a spear of it and began to tongue-fuck the young blonde. Quickly, Monica pressed her lips to the gaping slit, and soon she was eating Sally's pussy like a person dying of thirst in the desert.

"Ah, God!" Sally gasped. "Please, make me cum!"

Monica, however, took her own sweet time, but finally, after taking Sally to the brink of release a dozen times, she pressed her entire mouth on Sally's cunt and vigorously sucked and licked the quivering flesh. Sally pressed her hands to the back of Monica's head to keep the seal between mouth and pussy tight. Her hips were gyrating frantically, and it felt like she was trying to suck Monica's entire head into her hungry pussy.




Sally's Slut Stories Ch. 02



And this time, when Sally arrived at the edge of climax, Monica just kept right on sucking, lashing Sally's clit with her tongue, and Sally finally tumbled off the cliff, thrashing and moaning as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Obscene gibberish flowed from Sally's mouth as she was swept along the tide of climax. Because of the acid coursing through her body, there was a hard, electric quality to this orgasm that she had never felt before, and she writhed and twitched as all of the anticipation flowed out her body in the form of her copious juices that covered the brunette's face.

Monica's body was seething with unrequited lust as she pulled her face away from Sally's crotch. Sally lay back in a daze for a moment, her eyes closed. But after a few seconds, she sensed Monica hovering over her, her Italian eyes blazing. Monica bent her dripping-wet face to Sally's and they kissed. As they kissed, Sally had a wicked thought, and pulled Monica's face away and began to lick the older woman's cheeks, chin and nose, cleaning off all of her discharge. Then she slid down the bed and captured Monica's rock-hard nipples between her lips, each in its turn, squeezing the small breasts as she sucked the tips that dangled in her face.

"I want to taste you," Sally said intensely, and Monica didn't hesitate. She moved up so that she was straddling Sally's head, lowered her bushy cunt to Sally's lips and groaned as Sally reached up with both hands to pull her hips down. Sally's tongue led the way as Monica began to grind her crotch on Sally's face. Despite the thick hair that surrounded the pussy that was slithering all over her mouth, Sally found Monica's cunt very accessible, and she gave herself over to pleasing this exotic woman who had so intrigued her.

It didn't take long for Monica to reach her orgasm. Like Sally, she had been anticipating this encounter for several days, and the more she had thought about it, the hotter she'd gotten. With a sharp cry, she felt her insides convulse, she spilled her juice onto Sally's tongue, and the younger girl lapped up every bit of it.

Monica thought the younger girl might need a break, but Sally was ready for more. Even as Monica's twat was still twitching, Sally pulled her face away and told Monica to turn around so they could 69. Monica's mind was blown at this. She thought she'd been the one doing the seducing here, but now Sally was starting to take the lead. Panting, Monica turned herself around and replanted her pussy on Sally's face, while she bent down, pulled Sally's legs open wide and resumed eating the bald beaver that confronted her.

For most of the next hour, the two women feasted on each other's cunts, teasing, licking, sucking, kissing and laughing hysterically as they worked their way toward a crashing mutual orgasm. They brought each other to the brink countless times and backed off, waiting for the moment when they would be unable to hold themselves back. Their sweaty bodies slid against each other, sending sparks of lust arcing through their bodies as they rolled around on Monica's satin sheets. Sometimes Monica would be on top, then they would flip and Sally would be on top.

Sally lost herself in Monica's body, as she felt a queen-sized cum build in her body. Sex with her sister had never been like this, so all-consuming that it left her mind an empty, smoking husk. Finally, they couldn't hold back. Monica got up on her knees, her cunt mashing Sally's lips as she trembled on the edge of explosion. As she did, she picked up Sally by her hips, pulling her up off the bed. Sally knew just what to do, and wrapped her shapely legs around Monica's neck and humped the older woman's mouth for all she was worth.

With a gasp, a grunt and a squeal, the two women hurtled toward their climax, and this time they kept right at it, until the waves crashed on the shore and they each burst forth with a tremendous orgasm. Their cunt juices flowed freely as they surrendered to passion, their entire bodies twitching. Seemingly forever, their orgasms spilled out, until they finally had to rest.

"Wow!" was all Sally could say as Monica crawled up into her arms, and they cuddled in the afterglow of an incredible sexual experience. After a bit, they got up and padded back to the den, where the Dead still played on the stereo. A couple of glasses of wine and another joint were all it took to get them back in the mood for more. They were both beginning to peak from the acid, and they were both still incredibly horny.

Returning to the bedroom, Sally sat on the bed while Monica went to the closet then returned with a suitcase, which she opened.

"I have some things in here you're going to love," Monica said. And Sally gasped when she saw the contents of the suitcase. Inside was an array of sex toys of every description: vibrators, dildoes, butt plugs, strap-ons, double-dongs; you name it, and it was in there. Sally felt her insides lurch with renewed lust. She had never seen anything like this stuff. When she engaged in masturbation, which wasn't often, she usually just used her hands or something handy, like the blunt end of a hairbrush. 

Monica positioned Sally on her knees, with her butt in the air. First, she bent her head and licked Sally's cunt from behind, then swiped her tongue upward and began to lick the puckered hole between her butt cheeks.

Sally growled her approval. Ever since the first time Ted had fucked her ass, the first day after he'd caught her with Sylvia, Sally had come to love anal sex. It was something that was incredibly hot. When Monica had Sally's asshole good and relaxed, she took a modest-sized butt plug, took a tube of lubricant and squeezed out a small dollop onto the tip then pushed it into Sally's anus from behind. Sally dropped her head and moaned as she felt the intruder push its way into her rectum, then gasped with the plug popped past her ring and fit snug against her asshole. Monica then took another, similar, plug, lubed it up and inserted it in her own ass, so she was feeling much the same thing as Sally.

Shaking with lust, Monica took an 8-inch dildo from the bag and pressed it to Sally's pussy and began to fuck the young blonde with it. Sally started going nuts at this, her body shaking and her pussy dripping juice down the inside of her thighs. This was a feeling she'd never experienced before, to have both of her holes filled at the same time, and the feeling, heightened by the LSD, immediately triggered an enormous orgasm. Monica worked the dildo in Sally's pussy slowly, but steadily, and drew two more orgasms out of Sally's sweaty, shaking body before she pulled it out and set it aside.

Sally thought she was going to get a break as she rolled over onto her back, but when she opened her eyes and looked over at Monica, a shiver ran up her spine as she saw that the brunette and climbed into a wicked looking strap-on cock. It was fully 8 inches and fat, bobbing obscenely out of Monica's crotch. Monica gathered a handful of Sally's copious juices and spread it all over the fake cock, simulating a masturbation motion. Then she knelt in front of Sally, between her legs, and slid the hard rubber dong fully into Sally, who groaned loudly at the new sensation.

Monica's long, curly locks swayed as she rhythmically pumped the cock relentlessly back and forth in Sally's quivering cunt. She threw her head back in ecstasy as she fucked the young blonde. The strap-on had an inside nub that fit just perfectly on her clit, and as she pushed the cock into Sally, the nub pushed back on her clit, sending shock waves of lust racing up her spine.

Sally was beyond thought, beyond feeling. She was simply riding the crest of a huge wave of lust, orgasming almost endlessly, and she wrapped her legs around Monica's waist to pull her in as much as possible. After seemingly ages, Sally felt a huge shudder pass through her body, as she writhed on the bed in passion. Monica, too, was feeling a huge orgasm build in her body, as she worked the hard rubber dick in Sally's pussy.

Gasping as they gained a moment's reprise, Monica pulled the dildo out of Sally, climbed out of the strap-on and pulled out a double-headed dong that appeared to be over a foot-and-a-half long and something like an inch-and-a-half in diameter. Monica lay back on the bed and fed one end of the dong into Sally's impossibly wet pussy. It slid right in until nearly half of it was buried in Sally's pussy. Monica pushed the other end into her own cunt and impaled herself fully on the soft pliable dong. She scisorred her legs with Sally's and quickly the two women found a slow, but steady fucking rhythm as they each pushed the twins ends of the long dong until they were in to the hilt and their pussy lips were mashed together in a wet, trembling motion. Sally thrilled at the feeling of Monica's hairy bush tickling her clit and she grooved on the tingling waves of lust shot through her body.

And as they worked the double-ended cock mindlessly in their cunts, Sally and Monica felt their trip pass its peak to the tune of four successive orgasms over the space of an hour. They thrashed, they moaned, they laughed and they squealed, melding their overwrought minds and bodies through wave after wave of mutual passion.

Finally, Sally fell back on the bed in sheer, sweaty exhaustion. She felt all fuzzy around the edges of her consciousness, and finally the two women extracted themselves from the double dong. They relaxed in a nice, leisurely bath as they cruised through the back end of their trip, and later, they sipped wine and listened to mellow music curled up on the sofa as the dawn broke in the East. It had been a most eventful night for Sally, a night where she discovered the endless variety of ways two women could please each other. But when she went home, she knew lesbian lust would be something extra, a treat she would enjoy only on rare occasions. She still had way too much to learn about cock to follow that road.

To be continued...



Sally's Slut Stories Ch. 03



February 1979

Sally was home on an unseasonably warm night for late winter, even by Southern California standards, trying to study. Her academic career was hanging by a thread, and she was trying to get back into the swing of her studies. Her first semester at UCLA had been pretty much a disaster. Between partying with Ted and his friends, partying with her other friends, old and new, and her job, she hadn’t had much time for school, and her grades had reflected that lack of commitment. 

She had tried to regain her academic momentum at the start of the new semester, but it was hard with Ted calling her out two or three nights a week to fuck him or some other of his friends. Still, she was trying hard to work through Western Civilization 102 around 11 p.m. one Wednesday night when the telephone rang. She thought about letting the answering machine pick it up, but decided it would be best if she answered. She was glad she did, for it was Ted and he sounded excited, revved up, and he probably would have been pissed if she’d not answered.

“Clear some space on your dance card, darling, because Ted’s coming over and he’s got a surprise for you,” he said. Sally couldn’t tell whether the groan she let out was from exasperation or excitement. She really needed to study for an exam that was two days away, but she'd come to learn that Ted’s surprises usually brought her to frantic, screaming orgasms, the likes of which she had begun to crave.

Ten minutes later, she heard Ted at her door, and he entered, not bothering to knock. He swept in to the bungalow carrying a paper bag containing a case of beer, only this time he wasn’t alone. Following behind Ted through Sally’s front door was another man of about Ted’s size only a little stockier. He had an athletic build, but the jock look was tempered by a ponytail of rich brown hair that hung to the middle of the back. Ted introduced him as Matt, his oldest and dearest friend. The two had been doubles partners in high school and in college before Ted had gone on to play professionally while Matt had become, “an entrepreneur,” as Ted called him.

Sally felt a chill run through her body as the two men entered her little bungalow and made themselves at home. “What was going on?” Sally wondered, but in the back of her mind, she knew. Ted had been hinting for the past few weeks that he was going to bring a friend with him sometime. She just hadn’t expected it to happen so suddenly.

It was clear they’d had a few beers earlier, and plenty else besides. After Ted handed her a beer, he fished a joint out of his pocket and fired it up. Meanwhile, Matt was at her table drawing out lines of what appeared to be cocaine. Even as they smoked and drank, Sally was bit surprised. She knew Ted did coke; he’d even offered her some once or twice. But this was the first time he’d brought it out in front of her. When Matt had six fat lines laid out on the mirror, he put a silver tooter to his nose and scarfed up two of them, one in each nostril. Then he offered the mirror and the tooter to Ted, who followed suit then Ted set it down on the table in front of Sally, as she sat on the sofa.

“Go on, take it,” Ted said. It was a command, not a request. Sally stared at Ted for several seconds then took the tooter and bent down on the floor on her knees. Ted showed her how to do it, and she quickly had all of the crystal powder up each nostril. As soon as the drug hit home, she knew why she’d been reluctant to try it, why she’d gotten just a flash of warning a second before she did it, that she’d regret it. She’d regret it, because she liked it; no, she loved it. Cocaine was the perfect drug for Sally. It kept her mind and body stimulated, but also had a cool, numbing effect that appealed to her.

In no time, Sally was sucking down beers like water, and getting looser and looser. Soon another joint made the rounds, then another set of lines. By then, Ted and Matt were about ready to kick the party up a notch. As the second round of coke flowed through their bodies, Sally sensed a charge in the air, a spark, and she could feel the tingling inside that said she was about to experience ecstasy. Ted was seated way back in her big chair, while Matt and Sally were at opposite ends of the sofa.

“Why don’t you come over here and sit with me, dear,” Ted said to Sally. “Let’s show Matt what we’ve learned over the past few months. Hmmmm?” Sally felt her insides lurch as she obediently crawled into the big sofa. She bent straight in and gave Ted a deep, wet kiss, her tongue fencing with his, and she caressed his growing cock through his jeans. Matt’s eyes bugged out as he watched his best friend begin to make love with his stepdaughter. He watched Sally kiss her way down Ted’s chest as she swiftly unbuttoned and removed his shirt. When she reached his waist, she sat back up and kissed him again as she unbuttoned and unzipped Ted’s jeans, and cooed as his stiffening cock flopped into her hand. She immediately began jacking him lightly, getting him primed. Ted quickly pushed Sally away, into a standing position in front of the two men.

“Let’s see you strip for us, baby,” Ted said with a leer. At that moment, Sally both hated and lusted after her stepfather. He was clearly degrading her in front of his friend, yet she loved it, wanted it. The combination of beer, weed and coke had fueled her desire to be used, to be treated like a whore. So she quickly began a swaying, seductive dance as she removed what little she had on. She’d been in her lounging clothes, an oversized dress shirt of Ted’s, and an old pair of shorts. In seconds, she was naked except for her tiny black panties, which Matt told her to leave on for the moment. Sally padded up to Matt and stripped him in a manner similar to Ted, only she removed his pants completely, leaving him stark naked on the sofa. As she undressed him, she leaned over and dangled her tits over Matt’s face, so he took each globe in hand and squeezed and licked the nipples, sending sparks shooting up her spine.

Sally looked up through hazy, lusting eyes at two naked men sitting on the sofa in front of her, their hard dicks in each of her hands. She looked at Ted for just a second, and he nodded slightly, indicating that she should start to work on Matt, and she did. She knelt on the floor then crawled between his legs and swiped her tongue up the underside of his cock. She licked him like an ice cream cone, up and down and all around, until the pre-cum was fairly flowing out the tip.

She sat back to appraise Matt’s meat, and nodded in satisfaction. It was plenty big and fat, almost as fat as Ted’s, though not quite as long. She bent down, licked the juice off the end of Matt’s cock, and pushed the head past her lips and into her mouth. She sank her mouth halfway down the shaft before she began to swirl her tongue around the sensitive head. Getting a full breath, she sucked the remainder of his cock past her gullet and into her throat. Sally had gotten very good at deep throat in the months she’d been at this, and her talent was showing now. She kept her mouth fully embedded on Matt’s cock, as he grabbed the back of her head, by her short hair, and slowly began to pump his cock deep in her throat.

After a few minutes, Sally had to come up for air, then it was Ted’s turn. She had finally taken him all in her throat a week or so previously, and she was excited about showing off. She skipped the preliminaries with Ted and simply engulfed his cock with her lips and slowly filled her mouth then her throat with his long, fat cock. When she felt Ted’s wiry pubic hairs ticking her nose, she knew she’d done it, and a surge of lust raced up and down her spine.

Again, she couldn’t go for long at that depth, and soon pulled her mouth off Ted and switched back to Matt. For several minutes, Sally went back and forth between the two cocks, working her hot mouth up and down and getting them rock-hard and ready. As Sally bent over Ted, working his juicy cock easily in and out of her mouth, Matt got up and crawled behind Sally. He pulled the crotch of her panties aside and began to run his fingers up and down Sally’s upturned pussy. Like a ripe fruit, her lips burst open with the wet swelling of intense arousal and she gave a muffled groan around Ted’s cock. Matt ran his fingers all through her wet pussy and up to her tightly clenched asshole. Soon Sally’s entire crotch was gleaming with the juice of her arousal. Matt quickly pulled Sally’s panties down to her thighs as he began to finger-fuck the bald pussy in a slow rhythm.

Abruptly, he pulled his hand away and turned Sally so she was on her back on the sofa. He pulled her legs up in the air and opened them wide as he rolled her panties off. Sally lay back naked and exposed, and Matt quickly bent down and began to eat the proffered pussy like a little kid eats a watermelon. Sally felt lust cascade from her pussy in rich, flowing waves through her entire body as Matt ate her out. Matt ravished her pussy with his lips, tongue, nose – everything. Even as her orgasm began to swell and build, she felt her head being turned, as Ted’s cock was presented to her mouth, and she sucked it in with gusto. She was riding a wave to a tremendous orgasm, and she surrendered to the welcome feeling.

Just as she felt her orgasm begin to peak, however, Matt pulled his face away, got up on his knees between her legs and slid his throbbing cock up her pussy in one great plunge. Matt’s cock pushed into Sally like a hot knife through butter, and her velvety walls gripped him as he quickly began to pump in a slow, but steady motion.

“Ahhhh! Fuck me! It feels so gooood,” Sally wailed when she finally caught her breath from the suddenness of Matt’s assault. She wrapped her legs around Matt’s waist, and at the same time, he reached around to the small of her back, picked her up off the sofa and knee-walked over to the middle of the floor, where Ted had placed a pillow. Matt slowly laid Sally down in the floor, never stopping his fucking rhythm in her super-hot cunt. Sally could feel the orgasm begin to build again as she lifted her legs and ground her pussy hard on Matt’s in-thrusting cock.

Sally’s incoherent babblings were silenced when Ted knelt behind her and pulled her head back so she was staring straight at the head of his cock. Sally opened her mouth and licked her lips greedily as Ted dangled his cock in front of her nose. Then he put a hand behind her head and fed his cock into her mouth, slowly, but insistently. Matt’s mind was blown as he watched Ted sink his cock all the way into Sally’s throat. Sloppy gagging sounds were all that came from Sally’s mouth as he watched Ted fuck the blonde’s face, while he continued to steadily work his nuclear missile back and forth in her hungry pussy.

As Ted’s cock filled Sally’s throat, Matt could actually see her throat as it was filled with hard meat, and he marveled at the way her muscles worked Ted’s dick. Sally too was lost in lust as her senses flashed from the big cock in her cunt and the bigger cock in her throat, as Ted gently massaged her throat with one hand, while he held the base of his cock in the other. Sally felt herself losing control and she couldn’t prevent her body from hitting hyperdrive. She thrashed and jerked underneath the two men as her orgasm swept her away. The contractions in her pussy proved too much for Matt, and he felt a sudden tingling burst as he savagely pounded his cock deep in Sally’s twitching cunt. With a roar, he felt his cock explode in a rapid-fire series of cum bursts, bathing her sugary walls in hot white cream. 

Sally felt a second, smaller orgasm burst as she felt her pussy being swamped with Matt’s cum, and she had to pull Ted’s cock out of her mouth to catch her breath and give voice to her passion.

“OH GOD! So fuckin’ good,” she wailed as Matt finished firing the last trembling drops of cum deep in her pussy. Matt finally pulled his cock out of Sally then leaned back, out of the way momentarily. Ted crawled into place between Sally’s legs and watched in unbridled lust as Matt’s cum flowed in great globs out of Sally’s laid-open pussy and rolled over her asshole onto the floor. Ted gripped his purple cock at the base and used the head to stir the cum around all over her crotch, leaving cum smeared all between her pussy lips and her butt cheeks. Then he turned Sally onto her knees, and grooved anew as more cum dripped out her cunt and down the inside of her thigh.

With a grunt, Ted pushed the head of his long, fat cock to Sally’s slack lips and pushed it all the way in. When he was completely inside, he felt Sally’s cunt giving off little spasms, but he wasn’t thinking much about that. He had been holding back a mighty tide of cum for hours, and now it was time to make a deposit. He quickly began to fuck Sally from behind with long, powerful strokes, and Sally responded by fucking back on him in order to get as much of his twat pleaser as possible in her ravenous cunt. 

Meanwhile, Matt came around, stood in front of Sally and rubbed his cum-slick dick all over her lips and face, making her clean him of their commingled juices. Sally did as she was beckoned, eagerly, then mewled when Matt pulled his cock away, but not before slapping her on the face with it several times. Then he walked back over to the table and began to work on some more lines of coke and another beer.

Neither Sally, nor Ted, registered his departure. They were off in the fuck zone, as Ted relentlessly pounded his big fat cock in Sally’s naked cunt. She was climbing, climbing, climbing toward a shattering peak, and she could feel Ted getting close as well. Ted reached his hands underneath Sally’s body and squeezed her tits with his hands, and pinched her nipples with his fingers. Running his hands down her back, he pressed a finger to Sally’s cum-coated asshole and slowly pushed until the digit penetrated her backside. Ted quickly began to work the finger rhythmically back and forth in her ass, and it was like flipping a switch. 

“Awwwgh! C’mon Ted! Fuck me, fuck me, fuckmefuckmefuckme,” Sally chanted. And Ted was ready to oblige. With a series of savage grunts and gasps, he pushed his cock three exceptionally long, hard strokes and shot his cum like a roman candle deep in Sally’s cunt. The feeling of Ted swelling and spewing his load was what finally pushed Sally over the edge and she cried out as her orgasm burst like a white-hot light through her body. For long minutes, they twitched and twittered, their sweaty bodies gleaming in the lamplight.

Finally, Ted fell back, his cock pulling out of Sally’s cunt with a plop. Sally fell forward, her head on the pillow as she stretched out languidly, rolling onto her back like some satisfied cat. Ted staggered out to the bathroom, while Sally crawled up on the sofa, gratefully drinking another beer. After a while, she went to take a leak herself, and as she sat on the pot, she was blown away by how wet she was after taking two cum loads. Ted’s cum was still oozing out of her pussy, and she used some of it to lubricate her asshole. She hesitantly ran a finger around the rim, as if undecided, then she slowly pushed her finger in and began to work it back and forth in her ass. Abruptly, she quit, and she shivered with lust. She knew what was about to happen, and she was ready for it.

When she returned, she sat down between Ted and Matt as they passed a joint, then Matt offered two more rounds of lines. When they were finished, Sally sat back and let the high wash over her body. She had her arms draped around each man and a beer in one hand, and her legs were splayed across the thigh of the man on either side. Sally hadn’t really been listening to the conversation between Ted and Matt, as she was soaring on her newfound high and getting a buzz from the hands that had started caressing her crotch.

But her attention was turned when Ted referred to her as, “my little slut here.

“Sally likes cock filling all of her holes. She loves cum. Don’t you, my dear,” Ted said softly. Sally finished her beer then brought her hands into each man’s lap and began to stroke their burgeoning cocks. She said nothing, but instead brought her face to Ted’s and kissed him deeply, wantonly. If he wanted her to be a whore, by God, she’d show him how whorish she could be. She was high as a kite and feeling reckless, as she rolled her hands up and down on the hard dicks at her disposal.

All the while, Ted kept a steady strumming in her pussy while Matt began to work his hand between her butt, fingering and rubbing her entire backside. Sally’s pussy was so wet, both from the earlier fucks and her renewed arousal, that he had no trouble getting her ass well lubricated. She turned away from Ted and kissed Matt in similar manner, then whispered to Matt, “I want you in my ass.”

“But first, why don’t you come sit in my lap, darling,” Ted said, lewdly. His throbbing cock was bigger than Sally had ever seen it as he held it tightly at the base with his fist so that it jutted up to the ceiling. Sally needed no more encouragement, but swing her leg around Ted’s hips, lifted herself onto her knees, reached between her legs to open her dripping pussy, then slowly lowered herself until the tip of Ted’s cock was in line with her hole. Once the head was fitted into her slot, she slowly, but surely, fell onto his cock to the hilt, groaning and gasping as she did.

In no time, Ted had his hands gripping Sally’s hips as he worked her in a brisk, steady rhythm on his cock. Sally was lost in the reverie of having Ted’s big cock back in her hungry pussy where it belonged. She could feel Ted pulling her butt cheeks open, and despite her anticipation, she couldn’t prevent herself from tensing up, especially when she felt the head of Matt’s cock rooting around behind her, looking for an opening.

As Ted worked Sally up and down on his cock like an oil derrick, Matt gathered some more of the juice that was being worked out of Sally’s pussy by Ted’s pumping action. He took a couple of fingers-full and worked them into Sally’s ass until she was more or less open to him. Ted pulled Sally up so that less than half of his cock was in her, the better to open her up for Matt. Sally’s eyes were clenched shut as Matt pressed the head of his cock to her anus and began to push. Sally’s hands gripped Ted’s shoulders with a birdlike grip as she felt the incoming force.

Suddenly, the head popped past the tight ring, and when it did something inside Sally snapped, because it seemed like every muscle in her body relaxed, and she squealed loudly as Matt’s cock slid into her rectum, all the way in one gasping thrust. At the same moment, she flushed her pussy to the hilt on Ted's rampant monster, and in no time they were fucking like demons.

It was like the flight of the valkyries as the trio writhed together on the sofa like a three-headed monster. Matt quickly established a steady fucking rhythm, hard but deliberate, in Sally’s ass, while Ted likewise pushed his huge cock upward with equally hard thrusts. And Sally was squealing and moaning, thrashing and twitching as she worked her hips to get more cock. She was a babbling, incoherent fuck machine that was attuned to one thing and one thing only. She had passed a threshold, where she had become addicted to cock, and all she wanted was for these two big, beautiful tools to fuck her into oblivion.

And they were doing a bang-up job of it, relentlessly pounding their man meat deep in Sally’s wet, horny holes. The combination of highs had conspired to give all three of them a ragged edge, but enough stamina to go for quite some time. This worked for Sally, who suddenly felt a sharp, intense orgasm explode from her crotch up her spine and to her brain, and back down again. Then came another one, and another one, until Sally was feeling little microbursts of pleasure with each stroke.




Sally's Slut Stories Ch. 03



Ted was trying to hold back the tide that was ready to explode like an atomic bomb, and he could see Matt’s head was thrown back and his teeth clenched as he fucked Sally’s ass like a piston. All the while two sets of hands were roaming all over Sally’s sweaty body, working her hips between their bodies or squeezing and pinching her tits. At one point, Ted pulled her down and he took each nipple in his mouth and nibbled quite hard on each, leaving the flesh red and tender.

Faster and faster, the threesome worked, as Sally’s body shuddered with wanton abandon as each wave of orgasm rocked her to her core. She could not believe the intensity of the feeling of having two cocks in her body at the same time, of being utterly skewered by two big, throbbing, rock-hard dicks, pounding both of her holes, with only a slick, sturdy membrane separating the two. She loved it when they both filled her to the hilt at the same time, and the waves of pleasure she was getting when they did was like nothing she’d experienced before.

At last, the pace began to overtake the trio, and the two men, especially, could feel their control slipping.

“You ready?” Ted asked finally, gasping. Matt just nodded and on cue, they pounded their cocks as deep as possible, rutting to the hilt. Then, with gasps and cries, the two men exploded in unison. For Sally, it was like she was sitting on a water fountain as the two cocks swelled to impossible size then gave forth gushers of cum. That did it. Sally herself explode in a gut-wrenching orgasm that made her entire body shudder and shake. Her mind was a void as the shattered pieces of her climax slowly settled to earth with a twitch. Her pussy and her ass clenched tightly, milking every last drop of cum from the two cocks that were slowly beginning to wilt.

For long minutes, the threesome trembled and panted as the collective orgasm began to fade and they began to regain some semblance of reality. As they lay there, Sally could feel cum oozing out from around the two cocks in her body, down over Ted’s balls. Sally slumped onto Ted’s laid-out body, while Matt finally pulled away, and when he did, a river of cum poured out her distended asshole, down her thighs and onto the sofa. Ted finally extricated himself from Sally, laying her down onto her back on the sofa. After a few minutes of rest, she finally, wearily looked up at Ted and Matt, who were already dressed and gathering their things to leave.

Now that the ecstasy of the moment had passed, Sally could see that she had been taken past a point beyond which there was no turning back. She had finally surrendered to her whorish lust and given herself to two men at once. That made her a true slut, and now that she’d done it with two, there was no limit to how many she’d take on, given the right circumstances.

Ted and Sally stared at each other for just a second as he and Matt turned to leave. They’d left a couple of joints and a few beers, but neither one had even bothered to give her a goodbye kiss or even a thank you. As they looked at each other, Sally saw a slow smirk cross Ted’s face, and she knew he’d taken account of her reaction to the evening’s party, and she knew he would use that knowledge to his enormous pleasure for the foreseeable future.

(To be continued). 



Sally's Slut Stories Ch. 04



July 1980

Sally Johnson sat nervously in the front passenger seat of her stepfather’s late-model Porsche, which was parked on a side street around the corner from a quiet tavern close to the Sunset Strip in Los Angeles.

As she fidgeted in the seat, and finished the beer she’d been drinking, she cursed her stepfather, Ted Bissett, under her breath for using her for whatever deal he was involved in at the moment. She hated it, but she had no choice about where, when or how Ted used her for his purposes. When Ted had called earlier that evening and told her to be ready to go out in half an hour, she got ready to go.

It was a Saturday night, almost two years since Ted had turned her into his slut after discovering, and threatening to expose, a clandestine relationship between Sally and her sister. It had been two years of fucking and sucking her stepfather and/or his friends, business associates and acquaintances whenever and wherever he told her to. She did them any way they wanted – in her mouth, hands, pussy or ass – and sometimes she did them in groups of two or three, at Ted’s request.

Sally still stayed at the cozy bungalow Ted had bought for her nearly two years before, but her college career was a thing of the past. Between the dates that Ted arranged for her, partying with her friends and her job as a sales clerk for an upscale ladies boutique, she had no time or interest in school work. Now she was working full-time, making decent money as the main sales person for Mrs. Dowdle, the friend of her mother’s who owned the shop.

Even at age 20, she had already begun to develop the two-sided personality that she continues to exhibit to this day. By day, she was a quiet, conscientious young lady, a hard worker; by night, well-removed from her home neighborhood, she was Ted’s party girl, who could drink liquor, smoke weed and snort coke with the best of them. And when she got high, she turned into a raving slut, capable of almost anything. So even though she outwardly abhorred the way Ted treated her; inside, it excited her. She had come to love sex, and loved how sex felt when she was high.

And that was part of the reason she was where she was at the moment. Ted had been jonsing, going without, for several days and he was going nuts. By now, Ted had a fairly significant cocaine habit working, and he started getting itchy if he went several days without a blow for his nose. He usually dealt with Matt, his best buddy who was seriously connected, so much so that he was in South America at that very moment, where he was unable to help Ted with his problem.

Ted had other resources, however, and soon reached another dealer of his acquaintance named Alex. Problem was, Alex wanted cash up front, and Ted happened at that moment to be cash-poor. He could lay his hands on plenty of money once the banks opened, but that wouldn’t be until Monday. He was in need NOW, so he and Alex dickered. Alex could put Ted in possession that evening of a nice-sized bag of the finest Peruvian flake for $7,000. Ted looked at his available cash, and found he was a thousand short.

Just then, he happened to glance at the wall to where a portrait of Sally and her sister hung on the wall at the large home he shared with Sally’s mother. A light bulb went off in his head, and he quickly told Alex to meet him at a certain quiet tavern to close the deal. Then he had called Sally and told her that she was going out, and to dress, "appropriately." After checking quickly to see that his wife was sound asleep, drunk as usual, Ted moved to his office, where he opened a concealed safe and pulled out a manila envelope. He rummaged through the contents until he found what he was looking for then closed it back up and returned it to the safe. Ted took the item, plus the 60 $100 bills he had, and stuck them in another, smaller envelope. He put his jacket on, with the envelope inside, and headed out to his car. 

Thirty minutes later, Ted burst through Sally’s door to find her ready to go. Ted grinned wolfishly as he surveyed Sally’s appearance. She wore a white tank top that fit tightly across her chest, so that her rosy nipples were visible through the cloth, and a tight black mini-skirt, with black stockings, her black garter belt and her high heels. Her blonde hair was a little longer than it had been, and she wore it off her ears and down the back of her neck. She had spent a fair amount of her leisure time at the beach, as she always did in summer, so her tan was quite good, and she was made up quite sexily.

On the way to the meeting place, Ted and Sally smoked a joint while Sally drank a beer from a six-pack Ted had bought on the way over to her place. They rode in silence, which was unusual. Usually, Ted told Sally exactly where she was going, whom she was meeting and why it was important to him that she show whomever a good time. Not this time.

When they arrived, Ted told Sally to sit tight, that he had some business to attend to and would be back shortly. That was odd, as well, and Sally found herself wondering what Ted was up to.

Alex was sitting at the corner booth in a back room of the tavern, where a number of pool tables were getting plenty of use. Alex was a handsome black man of about 30, dressed in a tight t-shirt and dark jeans. He wasn’t particularly large, maybe 5-10, but he was muscular.

"So, you have it?" Alex asked pleasantly, after the waitress brought them their drinks.

"I had to do a little arranging, but I think you’ll like the package," Ted said as he took out the envelope and passed it across the table. Alex peered inside, pulled the bills out onto his lap and quickly counted them. But when he reached 60th bill, he was startled to see, instead of 10 more bills, a photograph. Alex slid the bills back into the envelope and pulled the picture out to get a better look. Ted just grinned evilly as he watched a smile slowly play across Alex’s face.

It was a picture of a full-on view of Sally, her face blank and her eyes half-lidded in lust, squatting over a man whose large, fat cock was buried almost to the hilt in her ass. One of Sally’s hands was squeezing a breast and the other had her noticeably wet pussy pried open, as if begging the shooter to push his cock in her cunt, to join the man in her ass. That man happened to be Ted and the shooter was Matt, and that was indeed what had happened moments later. The photo was one of several he’d had taken of Sally in action over the previous two years, just to give him more dirt on her, in case she ever thought about rebellion.

"That’s my girlfriend, Sally," Ted said, not wanting the dealer to know his true relationship with the girl in the photo. "She’s one of the best pieces of ass I’ve ever seen, and she’ll fuck anybody I tell her to fuck. As you can see, she takes it every way you can give it to her. And if you get a little blow in her, and she’ll fuck you and whoever you decide to bring in all night long. I figure on the street, a clean, good-looking white whore like her would be worth a grand for the night. I’ll throw her in the deal, and that should add up to seven grand."

Alex laughed and nodded his head. "Where is this mystery woman?" he asked finally, as he pocketed the envelope and the photo.

"Right outside, awaiting my instructions," he said smoothly. 

The two men quickly finished their drinks, paid the tab and left the tavern. They walked over to Alex’s Mercedes and climbed in. Alex produced a small spoon and offered Ted two quick snorts out of the bag he was selling, and Ted knew immediately that he was back in the saddle. It was some of the purest crystal he’d ever had, real smooth. He felt a slight twinge in his groin that he wouldn’t be fucking Sally on his buzz this night, but that just meant he’d have to find someone else, or wait until tomorrow, or whenever Alex decided he’d gotten his thousand dollars’ worth out of Sally. Satisfied, he pocketed the bag, and got out to walk over to fetch his stepdaughter. 

"One other thing I don’t think I mentioned," Ted said before he left Alex’s car. "I’m pretty sure Sally’s never fucked a black guy before. So she should be ripe for plucking. Just fuck the hell out of her, and she’ll love it."

Sally gave a start when Ted suddenly opened her door and told her to get out, that she was going with the man in the Mercedes who was even then pulling up next to Ted’s car. Sally shrugged her shoulders, got out and walked to the gray car that sat idling. She was momentarily taken aback when she saw that the driver was a muscular black man, and she almost turned and called for Ted to wait. But he was already in his car and gone, peeling down the street like he was in a hurry. Sally took a deep breath and climbed in as the car took off slowly.

As they drove to a high-rise apartment building where Alex had his apartment, Sally learned that Alex was quite smooth, not at all like she expected. In the beach community where she’d grown up, blacks were few and far between, although one of her best friends from high school had been a black girl named Tonia. There were a few blacks who worked at the club where Ted was the tennis pro, but Sally had never had any contact with them, and they were always considered on the lower end of the social scale.

But Alex looked like he belonged with the country club set. Although he was very dark-skinned, his features were quite plain, and he kept himself clean-shaven and his hair close-cropped. He spoke like someone who had had some education, or was at least well read. When they arrived at his building, she saw that his apartment reflected his effort at moving up in the world. It was quite luxurious, and richly apportioned. Sally sat back in a very nice sofa while Alex walked to the stereo and put on some jazz then poured each of them a large snifter of brandy.

When he’d set the drinks down on a side table, Alex walked to another room, and when he returned, he had a mirror and several freshly lined piles of cocaine. He offered Sally some then he took some himself. Alex rarely mixed business with pleasure, but made an exception when a pretty young lady, especially a pretty young white lady, was involved. Young white women were one of his indulgences, and he made very sure both he and the lady always left well satisfied. 

Sally felt the effects of the pure Peruvian almost immediately, and she began to warm to this suave black man. They chatted as they sipped on their drinks, which Alex refilled a couple of times, along with another couple of lines of coke. Finally, Alex sat his empty glass on the table and turned to the blonde sitting next to him.

"So your boyfriend tells me you’re worth a thousand dollars on the street. Is that true?" he said as he began to lightly caress Sally’s stocking-clad thigh. Sally was confused, so Alex spelled out the true reason she was there. Sally turned beet red, and cursed Ted for the bastard that he was. Alex chuckled for a moment then bent in and kissed Sally gently on the lips. Despite her anger, Sally responded, as any woman would, for Alex was a terrific kisser, with soft, yet insistent lips and a very active tongue.

"It’s OK," he said when they broke their kiss, as he continued to feel up her legs, up to her bald, naked – and very moist – pussy. "I’ll take very good care of you. I think in order for me to get my money’s worth, though, I’m going to have to show you a thing or two. Ted says you’ve never been with a black man before. Is that so?" Sally just nodded, so Alex continued with his soft, sexy patter, telling her to relax, that he would make her feel like she’d never felt before.

Sally sucked in air audibly as Alex’s fingers found her naked sex. Alex quickly felt the moisture begin to well from her pussy as he lightly stroked her clit. Then he moved in and kissed Sally again, with a little more insistence than before, but still very sensually.

"Actually, Sally, I think Ted has paid you a very high compliment," Alex said as he sat back in the sofa. When Sally looked at him quizzically, he continued, "You see, only the very best call girls in this city command a thousand dollars a night, so Ted must think you’re pretty good to think you’re worth that much. So, shall we see?"

Sally took that as her cue to stand up and begin to undress. She was starting to feel really good from the brandy and coke that Alex had given her. She swayed sexily as she pulled her tank top over her head, revealing her perfectly formed breasts. Alex motioned for her to lean over so he could get a good feel of them. He placed them in his hands, squeezed them and pinched her nipples lightly, and Sally groaned slightly in reaction. Pulling her further down, Alex took each hard little tip in his mouth, and sucked, nibbled and licked her nipples, as Sally shuddered with mounting lust.

Releasing her tits, Alex motioned for Sally to continue, so she stood up and quickly shed her skirt, standing virtually naked in front of him. Alex nodded in satisfaction as he drank in the sight of Sally’s body. When Sally had first joined him in his car, he’d been skeptical that this shy, quiet young woman could be worth a thousand dollars in bed, but now he was beginning to think differently. She wasn’t a knockout, in the strictest sense of the word, but she was still quite pretty, and everything about her physical package fit just about perfectly. But more than that, there was just something about her that turned him on, and he could feel his cock responding in his jeans. Maybe it was the idea of a seemingly innocent young white girl surrendering her body to him, an older, muscular black man.

On Alex’s orders, Sally turned around, so that she was facing away from him, spread her legs and bent over at the waist slightly. This had the effect of thrusting her ass toward Alex’s face, and he grabbed her hips and brought her closer. First, he licked and kissed her butt cheeks then he spread them wide and began to lick her asshole, firmly and insistently. Sally let out a long groan of unmistakable arousal as Alex began to tongue-fuck her ass, while slowly, but steadily fingering her pussy. Sally squealed suddenly when Alex licked further down and swiped his tongue down the naked furrow of her cunt, and he alternated licking her pussy and ass, until her whole crotch area was wet with the combination of Alex’s saliva and Sally’s pussy juice.

Sally could feel her arousal starting to soar as she gave herself over to the lust that had been building in her groin for quite some time. It had been almost a week since Ted had visited her, and she was quite horny. She was also getting a rush from the thought of finally sampling a black man. Yes, she had initially been apprehensive about it, because in the conservative social circle she’d grown up in, black on white sex was one of the biggest taboos of all. But that, of course, made it all the more appealing to the adventurous young woman. She decided that it was time to see what this man had to offer, so she stood back up, turned around and pulled Alex off the sofa.

"I want to see it," she said, and Alex didn’t need an interpreter to understand what she meant. Sally pulled the muscular young man to her and kissed him with an open mouth and active tongue. Breaking away, she pulled the t-shirt over his head and ran her hands all over his taut chest. Alex just looked down at her as she licked and kissed her way down his chest, to his stomach, until she was on her knees at eye level with a very nice bulge that had formed in his jeans. Sally eagerly unbuttoned and unzipped Alex’s pants and squealed slightly when his cock sprang out of his pants like it was on springs. It was already hard and leaking, and she could see the gleam at the tip where his pre-cum had bubbled out.

Sally was fascinated by Alex’s cock, especially the difference in the way it looked from a white man’s cock. Alex’s cock was, like the rest of him, a deep mahogany color, and uncircumcised. This, too, was something new, as she had never fucked a man who hadn’t been cut. She ran her hands lightly all over the long, hard pole, and Alex couldn’t suppress a lustful groan. To her surprise, however, she found that while Alex was quite well hung, he still wasn’t as big as Ted, either in length or girth. She couldn’t help but chuckle to find that the stereotype wasn’t quite true, but she decided not to say anything about it. She had been around enough to know that the male ego is very easily bruised, and she wasn’t sure how this obviously proud black man would react to the knowledge that Ted had him beaten in the cock department.

Nevertheless, it was a very pretty cock, Sally admitted to herself, as she bent her face close to Alex’s cock and inhaled his manly aroma, and she was enthralled by the way the head peeked out from his foreskin. She took her lips and lightly kissed the shaft, and within seconds she was laving his entire cock with her lips and tongue. When she had his cock completely covered with her saliva, she opened her mouth wide and drew the head past her lips. Humming with lust, she slowly sank her mouth onto his cock until he was about halfway in. After stopping to get a lungful of air through her nose, she resumed her descent on the beautiful black cock that was hers for the moment, and she didn’t stop until she had every bit of it buried in her throat.

Alex was completely blown away by the fact that this once-shy young white girl had deep-throated him so effortlessly. Maybe Ted had been right after all; maybe this girl was worth $1,000 a night. And that notion was reinforced when Sally began to work his cock in her mouth and throat, gurgling with lust as she sucked his cock. Sally happened to glance up as Alex was looking down, and the look of lust that passed between them needed no words.

After a few minutes of sucking, Sally had to come up for air, and decided that was a good time to take the party to his bed. After a small hit of coke each, they moved to his bedroom, where a large waterbed dominated the room.

Sally took off her heels, but left her stockings and garter belt on, then lay seductively across Alex’s bed and watched him remove his jeans. Her eyes sparkled as she watched Alex’s muscular body. He looked, and acted, like some kind of African king, with rippling chest muscles and a good-sized cock jutting from his groin. Instinctively, she reached a hand to her cunt and idly stroked herself, getting ready for what she sensed was going to be one of the best fucks of her life thus far.

Alex lay on the bed next to Sally and they embraced again, kissing with ever-mounting passion. Then Alex told Sally to turn over, onto her hands and knees. She complied eagerly, thrusting her ass into the air, to await her lover’s pleasure. Alex got up on his knees behind Sally, leading with his hard cock. He stopped just a moment to marvel at the red, swollen pussy that gaped in front of him. Sally’s pussy gleamed with the fruit of her arousal, and she emphasized that by reaching underneath her body and prying open her labia even further. It was time, so Alex leaned in until the head of his cock was just at the entrance of Sally’s pussy then he slowly pushed forward and entered her.

Sally groaned lustfully as she felt Alex’s hard, black cock thrust its way deep into her pussy without stopping. He pushed until he had every bit of it buried in her cunt, then pulled back slightly and began to fuck her with slow, even strokes. Sally buried her head in a pillow as she gasped out her pleasure. She could feel a tremendous orgasm brewing in her groin, and she was ready for it. She wanted to show this man that she, at least, could take a big cock anywhere he wanted to put it.

Alex was amazed at how effortlessly Sally took his cock. He had a bigger cock than most men, and usually when he got together with a young, white girl, she initially shied away from his size. But not Sally. She’d taken him like a pro, both in her mouth and now in her cunt, and he suspected that she’d just as easily take him in her ass, as well. Yes, he decided, it was true; you had to watch out for the quiet ones. Still waters run deep, and he was learning that underneath the surface, this quiet young lady had depths of depravity that hadn’t yet been plumbed. 




Sally's Slut Stories Ch. 04



Sally was tumbling into oblivion, the coke and cock fuelling an explosive void in her mind, where all she could think about was the big dick that was giving her extreme pleasure. She rotated her hips to get Alex’s cock to hit every part of her panting, drooling cunt. Alex gripped her hips tightly as he fucked Sally with strong, steady strokes.

Just as he was beginning to hit his stride, the telephone on the bedside table rang. Alex groaned in frustration, as he pulled his dripping dick out of Sally’s red-hot cunt and reached over to answer it. When you’re a self-employed "entrepreneur," you answer every call, no matter what the situation. The call was from Alex’s cousin, Martin, and he was calling to see if Alex was up to hit a few bars.

"I’ve got a better idea," Alex said, gazing at Sally, who was lying on her side, briskly masturbating while she waited for Alex to resume fucking her. "I’ve got me a little white whore over here that I think might need more dick than I can give her. You game?" 

"Are you kidding? I’ll be there in half an hour," Martin replied. Sally felt her insides lurch at the thought of two black men ravishing her body. She had never really fantasized about interracial sex, simply because her exposure to blacks had been so limited. But now, she was so far gone on sex and cocaine that she was up for anything, even a double with two black men.

"You’re really gonna get fucked now," Alex growled to Sally. "Think you can handle two big black studs?"

"You’d better believe I can," Sally purred in response. Alex just grunted and rolled Sally onto her back. He gripped her ankles in one hand and lifted them up in the air, until she was bent almost in half. Taking his cock in his other hand, he aimed it, not at her pussy, but her ass, which winked wetly at him. He didn’t even have to use any lubricant; the juices from their earlier sex had given her asshole a shiny coating. Pressing his cock to Sally’s pink hole, he pushed the head past her anal ring until suddenly it popped into her ass and he plunged balls-deep in one long, screaming plunge. The scream came from Sally’s throat as the cock thrust its way into her butt without any preparation. But she’d taken bigger cocks than this in her ass before, and when Alex released her legs, she wrapped them around his waist and drew him in to her tightly, as the initial pain morphed into intense pleasure.

Alex had been solicitous, even gentle, with Sally up to that point, but now he was holding back a raging flood of cum that was boiling in his balls, and he began to fuck Sally’s ass with hard, pounding strokes. And Sally was right there with him, spewing a torrent of obscenities as she urged him to fuck her ass and fuck it hard.

"Fuck me with everything you’ve got!" she wailed. "C’mon, Alex, I can take it. Fuck me, fuck my ass!" And he did, fucking Sally’s rectum like a steam locomotive, rolling down the track. Sweat covered their bodies as they worked each other toward a huge mutual climax. Alex hooked Sally’s knees with his elbows and bent her legs up until her ankles were practically over her head, as he picked up speed.

Sally looked down through lust-lidded eyes and thrilled at the sight of Alex’s big black dong pumping back and forth in her creamy white butt. It was that sight that sent her tumbling over the edge, as she felt her entire body convulse in a spectacular orgasm. It felt like fireworks were exploding through her mind, body and soul as she grunted, gasped and squealed through her climax.

As he felt Sally’s orgasm rush through her body, Alex knew he couldn’t hold back any longer, and with a growl, he pushed forward hard and spewed a rocky load of cum deep in Sally’s twitching ass. He sprayed cum deep into her bowels, firing at least a dozen hard shots of white-hot cream. He was still oozing cum out the end of his dick when he pulled out with an audible plop, and leaned over until his cock was at face level.

"Clean it," he commanded, and Sally didn’t hesitate. She took Alex’s cock in her mouth, without even considering where it had just been, and sucked the last dregs of his cum onto her tongue, then licked all of the shiny juice off his shaft. At last, they lay back on the bed, momentarily sated.

After a few minutes to catch his breath, Alex got up and went back into the front of the apartment. He brought back a tall glass of ice water and the mirror, where several fresh lines of coke had been laid out. Sally took two of them then gulped the water down. Almost the moment Alex sucked up two lines for himself, the doorbell rang. He grabbed a robe from a hook in his closet and went to answer the door. Sally was sitting up with her legs crossed when Alex returned, accompanied by his cousin.

Martin was slightly taller that Alex, but considerably thinner. He was quite handsome, and as he gazed at Sally, she noticed a healthy bulge begin to grow in the younger man’s pants. She was soaring once again on the snowy tide, and Martin helped things along by producing a joint of some very high-grade weed. Sally could feel her buzz tingling from her head to her toes, but especially between her legs.

Looking up at Martin, then over to Alex, she told Martin to let her see his body. She said it in the sexiest tone she could muster, because she was truly ready for a mind-blowing experience. Sally whistled in appreciation when Martin discarded his clothes. He was nowhere near as muscular as Alex, but he was still nicely toned, and his rapidly hardening cock was every bit as long as Alex’s, though not quite as fat. 

As Martin stood next to the bed, Sally rolled onto her stomach and slid over to where he stood. She hefted his cock in her hands, lightly kissing the shaft before wrapping her lips around the head. Unlike his cousin, Martin was cut, and she savored the slight musky odor of his manhood as she slowly drew him into her mouth.

As Alex had been, Martin was amazed at Sally’s deep-throating ability. He’d never had a white girl who could take him as easily as Sally had, and he was soon fighting to keep from blowing her head off with a stupendous load of cum. Pulling his cock out of her mouth with a gasp, Martin motioned for Alex to come over so he could watch Sally take his cousin, and for several minutes, the two men alternated pushing their cocks down Sally’s throat, as she kept her fists wrapped around the base of each hard dick. They even pressed the heads of their cocks to her mouth at the same time, and the sight of their cocks stretching her mouth wide open, forcing drool to pour out the corners of her mouth, almost made them cum right then.

After a few minutes, however, Sally got tired of sucking cock. She wanted – needed – a dick in her pussy badly, so she pulled her face away from the two men, rolled onto her back and invited Martin to, "fuck the hell out of me." Martin climbed on the bed between Sally’s legs, grunted and lined his cock up with Sally’s bald pussy. The wet flesh yielded easily to his incoming thrust, and Sally howled with pleasure as she felt her cunt being filled with Martin’s long dong.

From her right side, Sally sensed more than saw Alex kneeling next to her. But the cock rubbing its leaking tip all over her face brought her around, and she eagerly accepted Alex into her mouth. Down her throat he pushed, and soon the two men were humping like crazy, Martin in Sally’s cunt and Alex in her mouth.

It seemed to Sally like it was hours that they fucked like that, but it was probably only a few minutes, before Alex looked over at his cousin with a wicked grin.

"What do you say, cuz?" he said. "How about we make an Oreo of this whore?" Martin nodded eagerly, and Sally looked up at Alex with utter lust etched on her face. Martin hated to pull his cock out of Sally’s hot, wet pussy, but the prospect of fucking a young white whore in the ass inflamed his passion.

Martin lay flat on his back on the bed then Sally straddled his hips, with her back to him. Propping herself up with her arms, she slowly lowered her already well-stretched, well-lubricated ass onto Martin’s cock and impaled herself on the long, black cock that jutted up toward the ceiling. Quickly, Sally established a steady up-and-down rhythm, feeling Martin’s cock as it thrust frantically up her rectum.

Alex just watched for a couple of minutes, grooving on the sight of Sally’s pink ass inhaling his cousin’s long dick, as he lightly stroked his own throbbing cock. It was just like the picture Ted had given him, except that the cock in Sally’s ass was black. Finally, he couldn’t take any more, so he moved in between Sally’s legs and pressed the head of his cock to her gaping pussy and pushed it in all the way, slowly but surely.

Sally gasped and squealed as she felt herself being doubly penetrated by the two black men. She truly was an Oreo, her white body sandwiched between two very black men, and she felt a horrific orgasm begin to bubble to the surface. Her body twitched and shuddered as she worked herself between the two men. Alex gripped her sides, while Martin cupped her butt in his hands as they pushed and pulled their shiny black tools deep in their respective holes.

With a sharp cry, Sally threw her head back suddenly and felt an electric orgasm crackle through her body, but now that they were in rhythm, Alex and Martin weren’t nearly ready to climax. Churning their dicks in her pussy and ass, they worked Sally until the orgasms were tumbling out of her body one after the other. She was laid back almost full on Martin’s sweaty body as she worked herself into a frothing frenzy, the coke fuelling her abandonment.

At last, Martin could feel the rusty tingle that told him an explosion of immense proportions was about to fire from his cock, and Alex could feel it himself, between the slick membrane that separated the two cocks. Alex, too, was almost there, so he stepped up his pace, and urged Martin to do the same. Sally screamed in ecstasy as she felt the two men pounding her holes, and she wondered how much more she could take.

The answer was soon forthcoming. With a growl, Martin pulled Sally fully onto his cock and spewed a rocket of cum deep up her butt. Alex could feel his cousin spurting his cum, and that triggered his orgasm. He lifted himself fully onto his knees, the better to drive his cock deeper in Sally’s cunt then he surrendered a thick, wet load of cum into her womb. Sally clutched the sheet as she writhed and moaned with the last of her firecracker orgasms. For several long, wet minutes, nothing could be heard but the groans of satiated lust as the trio spent themselves.

Sally was all but unconscious as Alex rolled off her body and onto the bed. Martin, too, rolled Sally off his body, and the trio lay back basking in the glow of a very satisfying encounter, as cum poured from both of her gaping holes.

"So, was I worth a thousand?" Sally asked wearily.

"Oh, without a doubt," Alex replied playfully. "Without a doubt." 

To be continued



Sally's Slut Stories Ch. 05



December 1980

The club's annual Christmas party was winding down, and Sally was feeling very little pain. She'd been tossing back screwdrivers most of the night with her mother, while Sylvia looked on, nursing her soda.

Sylvia was her mom's official driver for the night, since she was still too young to drink, and besides, after seeing what alcohol was doing to her mother, her stepfather, and now her sister, she had sworn never to touch the stuff. Sally didn't care; she was having fun. She'd flirted with a number of the men at the party, but had teasingly moved on whenever they began to get too close.

Finally, her mother had had enough. She was shit-faced, and babbling, and Sylvia decided it was time to take her home. She tried to talk Sally into coming home with her, but Sally had her own car, and she was in no mood to quit partying.

Just then, Ted appeared at the bar, and escorted his wife to her car. He smoothly played the part of the concerned husband as he helped her to the car, giving his wife a warm kiss before sending her and Sylvia on their way.

When they were gone, Sally headed back to the bar for another drink. After she'd picked it up, Ted materialized next to her.

"Why don't you come with me," he said with a wicked gleam in his eye. "I've got something I want to show you."

Sally felt her insides lurch. She knew from experience that whenever Ted said he wanted to show her something, it was usually something that involved her getting fucked. Ted led Sally down the stairs, down to a part of the club she'd never been before. They came to a door, which Ted unlocked, opening onto a short hallway. Sally could hear muffled voices behind a door that lay at the end of the hall, and this puzzled her.

Ted stopped her then, and pulled out a vial of cocaine. He offered Sally two heaping spoonfuls then took two for himself. He gave Sally another dose then gave himself another one, as well. Then he put the vial away, reached for Sally and pulled her to him. He kissed her deeply, intently, and Sally responded, although she was still puzzled. As he kissed her, he reached a hand under her skirt and ran his fingers under the gusset of her black silk panties, feeling her bald pussy, which immediately began to moisten.

"We're not going to do it right here, are we?" Sally asked breathlessly when they broke the embrace.

"Heavens no," Ted exclaimed, as he pulled the vial back out and gave Sally yet another couple of hits of the white powder. "I'm just getting you warmed up. We're going to the 'other party,' the one only a few of us know about."

He said this with such a shit-eating grin that Sally was immediately suspicious. What was going on here? In the two-plus years that she'd been Ted's slut, she had done anything and everything he'd told her to do, but this time something was in his tone, and in the way he looked at her, that sent a chill up her spine. She had a sense that she was about to break new ground in perversity, and she couldn't decide whether to be afraid or excited.

Nevertheless, she willingly followed Ted's lead as they walked toward the door at the end of the hall. When they reached the door, Ted gave a rhythmic knock, two slow raps, followed by three quick ones then two more slow knocks. Immediately, the door opened and they were ushered into a plush room that was filled with cigar and cigarette smoke.

Sally was stunned to see the room filled with five men, plus the one who had let them in. They were sitting around an ornate card table, playing poker, and drinking whiskey. She looked wildly at Ted for a second as it began to dawn on her what was about to happen. Ted simply gave her a steely look in response as if to say, "you can't back out now."

Quite simply, the men looked at her the way a pack of dogs would look at a big juicy steak. Sally knew most of the men in the room. There was Jerry, the golf pro, a tall, lean man with sandy blond hair, the man who had let them in the room. He had returned to his seat and was shuffling a deck of cards. Next to him was a man she didn't know, a short, stocky fellow of about 50, with a mostly-bald head. Then there was Mr. Thompson, the head of the board of directors for the club, a stately man in his late 50s with a patrician mane of silver hair. She didn't know the next man, a rich-looking fellow in his mid-40s, but she knew well the man to his left. That was Bill, a wealthy industrialist with whom Ted had done some business with in the past. Bill had fucked her on two previous occasions, and quite well. Finally, there was Tom, a swarthy man in his mid-30s with dark hair that fell about his shoulders. He owned a real estate company, and while she'd met him a couple of times, they had not fucked as of yet.

"Gentlemen," Ted addressed the group. "Some of you already know Sally here, but for those who don't, I'd like you to meet my stepdaughter. She's agreed to entertain us tonight. Bill can attest to the fact that she's one horny blonde."

Bill just nodded and gave a wolfish grin, and Sally felt herself turning red, but she also felt herself getting excited. It wouldn't be fair to say that all the sex that she'd been engaged in over the previous months had become mundane, but it had been quite a while since she'd had a really new sexual experience, and this was definitely something new. She'd never before taken on more than three men at once, and now here were seven men who were obviously ready to fuck her. Perhaps if she'd been sober, she might have been more dismayed at the prospect, but the vodka and cocaine had fueled her libido to the point where she was up for just about anything.

Sally walked seductively into the room, drained what was left of her drink and stood between two of the men, who immediately ran their hands over her butt. The room was the private game room, a part of the club very few members knew about. It was a place where the club's elite could gather for high-stakes poker and other activities that the general membership wasn't offered.

"I've got an idea," Mr. Thompson said. "How about we play a few hands of poker to decide who gets to warm up our guest. The winner of the first hand gets five minutes of play with her tits, then we'll move to other things. Agreed?"

The group agreed, so the cards were cut and dealt. Sally stood between Ted and Bill, who each ran their hands up her skirt to her panties, which were beginning to get wet with her arousal. The first hand was won by the stocky bald man, who was introduced as Malcolm, a visiting businessman from England. Sally swayed as she strolled to where he was sitting, unbuttoning her blouse as she did. She discarded the blouse then unhooked her bra, tossing both onto a sofa that sat along one wall of the room.

Malcolm whistled in appreciation as Sally's tits came into view. Sally knew what to do instinctively, and cupped her perfect breasts in each hand, offering them for Malcolm's pleasure. He gazed lustfully as she rolled the stiffening nipples between each thumb and forefinger. Malcolm removed Sally's hands from her tits and replaced them with his own, squeezing and fondling her soft white flesh. After a minute or so, he pulled her by her tits so she was leaning forward, the better for him to suck, lick and bite her nipples. He nipped them lightly with his teeth, sending sparks of lust shooting through her body. In no time, his five minutes were up, and Malcolm reluctantly released Sally's breasts.

"Looking forward to getting to know you, my dear," he said in his clipped English accent. Sally wasn't going to say anything, but she caught Ted looking at her sternly, so she responded.

"I'm looking forward to it, too," she said, and reached down to squeeze the bulge in his slacks.

At stake for the next hand was five minutes fingering Sally's pussy, and Tom was the winner this time. Sally walked over and stood next to him, with a fresh drink in her hand. Tom reached up and unzipped her skirt, grinning as it dropped to the floor. Sally kicked the skirt over in the general direction of the sofa and stood with her legs slightly spread while Tom ran his fingers between her legs. 

"I'd say this bitch is hot to trot," Tom said when he encountered her soaking-wet panties and the dripping pussy underneath. Sally closed her eyes and her breathing quickened as Tom ran his fingers under her panties and began to run them through her bald pussy lips. After a minute, he pulled her panties down, but not off, leaving them stretched between her thighs, while he worked two fingers into her pussy. As he plowed his fingers rhythmically in Sally's cunt, Tom's thumb was rolling her swollen clit around and around. Once or twice, he even ran his juicy fingers back between her butt cheeks to her puckered asshole, getting it nice and wet.

When Tom's time was up, Sally drained her drink then just stood there, awaiting the outcome of the next hand. She felt enormously self-conscious and vulgar to be standing amid these horny men with her panties halfway down her thighs, like she was some naughty schoolgirl. She could feel the moisture seeping from her pussy and coating her red, open labia.

The prize this time was a blowjob, and the players went at it with gusto. Finally, Jerry emerged as the winner, and he gleefully crooked a finger to motion Sally over to where he was sitting. Jerry pushed his chair away from the table and spread his legs to allow Sally easier access. She obediently knelt in front of him and opened his zipper to fish out his cock. It was already hard and leaking, and she immediately began to lick the shaft and his balls. Jerry's cock was long and slender, probably 7, maybe 8 inches, and soon it was standing tall and proud out of his pants. 

When she had Jerry's cock covered with the combination of her saliva and his pre-cum, she opened her mouth and covered the head with her lips. Holding his dick by the base, she drew about two-thirds of it into her mouth and into her throat, and began to work that part back and forth, hollowing her cheeks to draw him in and out of her throat. After a couple of minutes of sucking, she pushed her head down until she had every bit of him in her throat and his pubic bush was tickling her nose. At this display, the rest of the men gave out excited exclamations, and Sally could see them out of the corner of her eye moving around to get a better view.

Jerry was starting to hump upward with increasingly jerky motions as he felt a raging flood begin to boil in his balls from the pro-quality blowjob he was receiving. Grasping the back of Sally's head by her short, short hair, he began to work her head up and down with his hands. Lewd gurgling noises escaped Sally's mouth as she sucked ever more vigorously, and presently her effort was rewarded. Jerry jerked upward hard one final time then exploded in a tidal wave of cum that hit the back of Sally's throat like a machine gun. Sally swallowed as quickly as she could, but a small stream of cum escaped her lips and dribbled down her chin. When Jerry was finished, he slumped back in his seat, momentarily satiated.

Sally's insides were sizzling from an acute need to cum, and Ted saw the look in her eye, because he announced that the game was over, and he was moving the show along. He motioned for Sally to lie back on the table in front of him, which she did in a lusty daze. When she was laid back, Ted quickly rolled her panties up her legs and tossed them over to join the rest of her clothes, along with her shoes, leaving her completely naked and exposed to this roomful of men. Sally didn't care at this point. She had lost the ability to think rationally, so great was her need to cum. And Ted didn't disappoint her. He bent his face to her dripping snatch and ran the tip of his tongue up her juicy cunt lips.

"Ummmmmh," Sally purred. "Oooh yeah, eat me, Ted. Come on, make me cum." Ted did just that, sliding his tongue into her silky cunt and rolling it around to hit her sugary walls. Sally writhed on the table as the other men watched in fascination. Some of them had already removed their clothes in preparation for the main event, and were lightly stroking their stiff cocks in anticipation. As he tongued Sally's cunt, Ted's lips were massaging her labia, stoking her inner fire to white-hot intensity.

Ted teased her for several minutes, bringing Sally to the brink of orgasm then backing off. But when he slashed his tongue around her throbbing clit, it sent her tumbling over the top. With a squeal and a heavy gasp, she felt a full-body tremor rush through her body as her climax washed over her like the ocean waves crashing on the rocks. Ted continued licking at her twitching cunt for at least a minute after her initial orgasm, forcing her body nearly into convulsions.

When Ted pulled his mouth away from Sally's pussy, a wet ring surrounded his mouth, which was turned up in a gleeful grin.

"Best pussy in town," he announced. "Jack, since you're our fearless leader (referring to the man Sally had heretofore only known as Mr. Thompson), we'll let you have first crack at fucking Sally. While you're at it, we'll cut the cards to determine the fucking order for the rest of us. Don't hold anything back. She likes it hard and fast."

Thompson saluted Ted as he stepped up to the table and aimed a short, but fairly fat cock at Sally's dripping cunt. He rubbed the bulbous head between her lips to her still-throbbing clit, eliciting a moan of lust from Sally. She was ready for as much cock as these men could give her, and they knew it. Jack hadn't gotten where he was in business, and as head of the club, by being shy, and he knew what he wanted before he gave Sally what she wanted. He bent down and kissed Sally deeply, then whispered something in her ear. Sally turned red, but nodded her head in acceptance.

"Please, I want you to fuck me," she said. "All of you. I want all of you to fuck me, anywhere you want."

"Good girl," Jack said, as he pushed his cock into Sally's steaming slit as far as he could. Within a few seconds, he was pumping rhythmically back and forth in her pussy. Sally was slithering on the table as sweat broke out all over her body, adding another touch to her already sky-high arousal. Thompson stood there working his cock in her body, while reaching up to squeeze the tits that jiggled on her chest. Sally's breasts were just big enough that they stood up proudly even as she was laid flat on her back, but not so big that they flopped all over the place.

Jack prided himself on being in excellent shape for a man his age, and he kept at it for almost 10 minutes before he started feeling the tingling in his groin that told him he was about to shoot a huge load deep in the blonde slut's clenching cunt. Rather than lose concentration, he stepped up his pace, pounding furiously as Sally threw her head back and cried out in utter passion, as another orgasm swept through her body.

Suddenly, he felt himself cross the threshold and with a choking cry, he pushed as deep as he could one final time and surrendered a gusher of cum, bathing Sally's womb in his steaming hot sauce. He pumped his cock several more times, making sure she got every drop, before slipping his wilting dick out of her gaping hole, followed immediately by a river of cum that flowed past her lips and over her asshole.

Next up was the rich-looking man Sally didn't know, a well-built man with short brown hair who had been addressed as "councilman," and she realized that he was a member of the town's council. His name was John, and he was fairly tall and possessed of a very nice-looking cock of about 7 inches. He didn't hesitate, but stepped up to the table and thrust his dick into her flooded pussy in one smooth plunge.

Sally groaned and mewled in obvious pleasure as John fucked her with strong, steady strokes, and she rolled her hips up and around to make sure he hit all of her hot spots. Dimly, she sensed the table being surrounded, and she felt two pulsing cocks being pressed into her hands. Instinctively, she wrapped her hands around them and began to stroke them lightly. As John fucked her, she felt her head being turned to the right and cock belonging to Bill pushed its way into her mouth. She gurgled with lust as four cocks worked themselves around the horny blonde, while the other three men, Ted, Jerry and Jack fixed drinks and prepared for another go at Sally's hot young body.

John was one politician with a weakness for young pussy, and he knew just how to treat them. He fucked Sally hard and fast, just the way Ted had told them to, and he reached down and began to roll Sally's clit with his fingers, triggering a muffled moan of lust from her mouth. He might have been content to fuck Sally all night, but he knew there were others with raging hard-ons eager for their crack at her, so he stepped up his pace. He drilled his cock back and forth in her steaming cunt, and soon he felt his balls churning with a massive cum load. With a long groan, he pushed deep in Sally's womb and spewed at least a dozen hard bursts of hot white cream, so much that it oozed out from around his dick in a foaming goo.

Sally pulled Bill's cock out of her mouth and screamed out as yet another climax roared through her. She was beginning to hit the fuck zone, where her orgasms came at a breakneck pace. She wasn't quite there yet, but she knew it was only a matter of time before she did.

When John was finally finished shooting his load, he pulled his still semi-hard cock from Sally's flooded pussy and stepped away to the bar for another drink.

Bill was up next, and Sally lifted her head in anticipation. Bill wasn't particularly tall, only about 5-8, but he had a nice fat dick that she'd really enjoyed on the two previous occasions he'd fucked her. But instead of driving his dick into her pussy the way the first two men had, Bill rolled her over so she was on her stomach on the table and her feet were on the floor.

"I think it's time we test out Sally's ass," Bill said. "What do you think, baby? You ready for Billy Boy to fuck your ass?"

"Ooooh, yeahhhhh!" Sally said steamily. "Fuck my ass, Bill. Shove that fat cock up my butt and make me cummmmm!" 

Bill did just that, pushing his cock past Sally's anal ring with only minimal resistance. When the head of his cock plopped past her sphincter, Sally screamed in pain/pleasure the way she always did when a dick first entered her ass. But soon her cries were cries of complete pleasure and passion as Bill began to rhythmically pound her rectum with his fat tool. Bill pushed and pulled his cock back and forth in Sally's ass, as rapid-fire orgasms began to shoot through her body. At one point, he pulled his cock all the way out, and marveled at the way her ass stayed wide-open, awaiting his return.

Pushing his way back in, Bill began to hump Sally's ass hard and fast, as they each spewed out a torrent of obscene gibberish. As one particularly intense climax washed over her body, Sally felt her rectum clench, and that was too much for Bill, with a cry of, "here it comes," he shot a tremendous load of cum deep in Sally's bowels. He shot spurt after spurt of white-hot cum deep in her twitching ass, as Sally closed her eyes tightly and rode out the orgasmic storm.

Tom was next, and he quickly pulled Sally onto the floor onto her knees, gripped her sweaty hips and rammed his 6-inch dong into Sally's pussy with gusto. Although his cock wasn't all that big, Tom knew how to please a woman with what he had. He rolled his cock around her flooded walls, and the pronounced ridge that ran the length of his shaft seemed to always touch her clit in such a way that it drove her nearly insane with lust.

Just then, she felt her head being lifted and saw Malcolm kneel in front of her, sporting a fat cock that jutted out from his hairy belly. It was only about 5 inches long, but it was meaty and laced with bulging veins that spoke of intense arousal. Sally eagerly grabbed the fat cock by the base and stuffed it into her mouth, every last bit and began to suck voraciously. She was beyond control now, with orgasms tumbling out of her body nearly constantly, right along with all of the cum that dripped down the insides of her thighs.




Sally's Slut Stories Ch. 05



Tom was fucking Sally wildly now, and he could feel the combined cum of all the previous men who had been in her slimy slit. Sally was bucking back on his cock with equal frenzy, while slobbering all over Malcolm's fat red cock. Faster and faster, the trio worked, while the rest of the men stood or sat around watching in fascination. Most of them were already sporting renewed erections, waiting for a second crack at the slutty blonde on the floor.

Sally was floating on a cloud of sexual nirvana, as two cocks fucked her mouth and pussy like pistons. Malcolm was the first to finally lose control. He threw his head back, pulled his cock out of Sally's mouth and fired a series of hard cumshots in the general direction of her wide-open mouth. The first two or three shots landed in Sally's mouth, the rest splattered her cheeks and chin. Watching the whorish display proved to be too much for Tom, who also pulled out at the last second and sprayed his cum all over Sally's gaping pussy, her equally-gaping asshole and her upturned butt cheeks. Sally trembled and jerked as her orgasm reached a crescendo, before finally subsiding somewhat.

As Sally regained a semblance of consciousness, she felt a sense of accomplishment. She had done it; she'd taken all of them, except for Ted, and he was sitting on the sofa with the biggest hard-on of them all, waiting for his chance. He had managed to slip off to a corner to add a couple of spoons to his buzz, and he quickly and offered two quick spoons to Sally, who took them without thinking, then gave her a drink, which she downed in one big gulp.

"You ready for more?" Ted asked Sally, with a sardonic grin on his face. Sally's response was to grab Ted's massive cock and shovel it into her mouth. She took half of it right away, and within the first dozen sucks, she'd managed to take it all, to the loud and amazed exhalation from the rest of the crowd.

Now it was time for the fuck frenzy. Ted let Sally suck his cock for just a few minutes, then motioned for Jerry to come over and lie down on the floor. Jerry lay down in front of Sally, and she immediately crawled over, straddled his hips, grabbed his long cock at the base and sank her flooded pussy onto it, impaling herself to the hilt in one gasping plunge. She quickly began a steady up-and-down motion with her hips, feeling Jerry's cock fill her deeper than any cock had so far that night.

After just a few minutes of fucking, Sally felt someone move in behind her, and looking over her shoulder, she saw that it was her stepfather. Sally knew what was coming, and she couldn't wait. As she rode Jerry's cock like a deranged cowgirl, she reached back with both hands and opened her wet, reddened butt cheeks and begged for Ted to stick his cock into her ass. It no longer mattered to her that all of these men now knew she was an insatiable slut. She just wanted to get completely and totally fucked by the two biggest cocks in the room.

Ted had watched patiently as his stepdaughter went through all of his friends, but now it was his turn, and he was ready to fuck Sally into oblivion. As Sally knelt in front of him, holding her butt cheeks open lewdly, with Jerry's cock fully embedded in her cunt, he pressed the head of his cock to her red, swollen anus and pushed it in. This time, there was no resistance whatsoever. Far from it; Sally eagerly accepted Ted's cock in her ass and quickly the threesome got into a brisk fucking rhythm.

Almost the moment Ted's cock reached the deepest part of Sally's rectum, another orgasm, more potent than any she'd experienced thus far, ripped through her guts. She squealed, cried, moaned and gasped as the powerful climax sent her soaring. As she opened her eyes, she saw that the other five men had surrounded the writhing trio on the floor. They all stood around with their renewed erections in their hands.

Sally looked up to see Jack in front of her, and she gazed wantonly into his piercing eyes before pushing her mouth onto his cock. As she worked her mouth on Jack's cock, she felt two other cocks being placed in her hands, and she quickly established a brisk stroking motion on them. On either side of Jack were Bill and Tom, and after a few minutes, she leaned slightly to her left and plunged her mouth onto Bill's dick, sucked him for a few minutes then turned her attention to Tom. She worked her mouth alternately on the trio of dicks in front of her, while her hands were busy masturbating Malcolm and John, and her pussy and ass were being pounded by Ted and Jerry.

Orgasms were ripping Sally's guts almost non-stop as the wallowed in the unbelievable sexual thrill of being the centerpiece in a full-blown orgy. She came and came and came, until her mind was a vacuum and her body was a limp, sweaty wreck.

Ted could feel Jerry's cock thrusting upward while he was pushing downward into Sally's ass. They could each feel it every time Sally convulsed in another orgasm, but the coke had taken the edge off his need to cum just enough that he could stay the course.

But it couldn't last forever. Malcolm was the first to feel the sharp tingle of impeding orgasm. With a growl, he pulled his cock out of Sally's hand, stroked himself hard for several strokes and shot a geyser of cum across Sally's tits. Seconds later, it was Bill who lost his load, and he aimed his at Sally's face, shooting four distinct arcs of cum across the right side of her face. Then he shot the oozing last few spurts into her wet, spiky hair. That was too much for John, who shot his cum load across the left side of Sally's face, almost the same time that Tom shot ribbons of cum across Sally's eyes and forehead. 

That left Jack, and the two men who were still furiously fucking Sally's pussy and ass. Jack grabbed Sally by the back of her head and fucked her face hard. Sally could hardly breathe from the cock pounding her throat and the cum that had been shot across her nostrils, and she worked her mouth frantically to finish Jack off. And quickly her efforts bore fruit, as Jack gripped her wet hair tightly, pushed his cock to the hilt in Sally's throat and sent a tremendous load of cum straight into her stomach. She swallowed every drop of Jack's cum, humming with insane lust as she did.

Meanwhile, Ted and Jerry felt their own orgasms reaching critical mass, and they pounded Sally furiously, until they too surrendered their cum. Almost simultaneously, the two men tumbled over the edge and blasted hot cum deep in their respective holes. Ted shot what seemed to be a gallon of cum way deep in Sally's rectum from the feeling of Jerry spewing his cum deep up her cunt. He fired bolt after bolt of hot cream up Sally's pussy, adding his sauce to the flood of cum that had been there before he started.

Sally was beyond feeling. As Ted and Jerry spent themselves in her, she slumped over onto Jerry's chest, passed out. Ted pulled his cock out of Sally's ass and was thrilled at the way her hole gaped open well after he'd removed it and the cum that oozed out of the red hole. Then Jerry rolled Sally off his body onto her back on the floor. 

Sally lay back, her arms and legs wide open. She had cum pouring out of her pussy and oozing out her ass, and she had cum coating the insides of her thighs almost to her knees. She had cum on her tits and her face was a white mask of cum that had been shot all over it. She finally awoke when Ted started shaking her, and she wearily lifted her head to see that they were the only two people left in the room.

Ted helped Sally clean up a little bit, got her dressed, or at least got her blouse and skirt on her – the bra and panties had been pocketed by one or another of the participants. Ted even helped her to her car and kissed her with unusual tenderness before sending her home. And why not? Sally had made this Christmas party the best ever, one that would still be whispered about years later. 

To be continued...



Sally's Slut Stories Ch. 06



November 1981

Ted was drunk and in a foul mood as he stood by a pay phone waiting for Sally to answer her phone.

He'd left his house in fury after having a vicious argument with his wife, Sally's mother. It had started over something petty and had just escalated. The couple had gone to lunch that Saturday at a trendy restaurant and had sucked down several potent margaritas. Then they had gone home and started in on the vodka. He'd had intentions of fucking his wife for the first time in several weeks, but something she'd said pissed him off, something about losing money, and it had gone downhill from there.

Finally, he'd stormed out and headed off to the one woman who couldn't refuse him, his stepdaughter. He'd turned Sally into his slut three years earlier, and he knew that when he called, she'd have to be there waiting on him.

The past few months had not been good ones for Ted. His cocaine habit was costing him dearly, both in terms of money and his career. He was on the verge of losing his job, plus several of his recent investments had not panned out, and he was in a fair amount of debt. Now he was about to lose his gravy train, as he could see his marriage to Sally's mother crumbling. He had managed to spend most of the money she'd gotten in the settlement with her first husband, and she'd finally started to realize it.

On top of everything else, it was raining quite hard and quite steadily that night, a rare occurrence for Southern California, and Ted was standing in the rain getting soaked.

Finally, after a dozen rings, Sally came to the phone and answered groggily, like she'd been asleep, which she had been. She hadn't been feeling well lately, and she suspected there was good reason for it. She'd tried to avoid Ted the past couple of weeks, because she knew he'd flip when she told him of her suspicions. But she hadn't really been thinking when she answered the phone, and groaned inwardly when she realized it was her stepfather. 

Ted wasn't in the mood for any argument. He told Sally to be up and waiting for him when he arrived shortly. Sally flopped back on the bed wearily, dreading the coming encounter. But she knew she didn't have any choice. Ted had her by the short hairs, so to speak. Occasionally, he came over with photos he'd had taken of her in action, just to drive home the point that he owned her, and that she was still his little whore.

Sally didn't bother to get dressed. She knew what Ted wanted, so she'd just have to get undressed as quickly as she dressed. She did get up and take two aspirins and drank a big glass of water to prepare for the night.

A few minutes later, he heard the key in her door that signaled Ted's arrival. He smiled mirthlessly when he saw that Sally was naked and sitting on the sofa, just as he'd commanded. Sally saw instantly that Ted was in a bad mood, so she made it a point to be extra solicitous. She walked over to him and began removing his clothes and kissing him with a warmth she didn't entirely feel.

When Sally had Ted stripped to his shorts, she took him by the hand and led him into her bedroom.

"Come on, Ted, let me take care of this," she said. "Has it been a bad day?"

Ted just grunted as he lay back on her bed, and told her simply that he and her mother had had a fight. Sally wasn't surprised. Her mother had confided in her recently that she suspected Ted was looting her bank accounts, that she thought he was having an affair, and that she was contemplating divorce. It had taken every bit of will power Sally had not to laugh when she heard that. She knew all about Ted's various financial doings, and, of course, she was one of many women with whom Ted was having sex. But for her mother's sake – for her own sake – she'd managed to keep from blurting the truth.

Sally finally shushed Ted, knelt between his legs and pulled his underwear off. Ted's big cock sprang up, hard and ready. She lavished licks and kisses all up and down the shaft before sucking the big head past her lips and into her mouth. She quickly established a brisk motion, getting Ted's dick up to the point of throbbing then she straddled his hips and grabbed his cock at the base. Climbing up onto her feet so that she was squatting over his groin, she ran the head of Ted's cock up and down her steaming slit several times before fitting it into her hole. Groaning heavily, she slowly dropped her hips down, sinking his cock into her cunt until he was buried completely.

Ted could feel the tension melting away with each plunge of Sally's hot cunt on his cock. He had to admit, whatever else happened, he could always depend on Sally. She had proven to be quite an asset to his life, and she was still the best piece of ass he'd ever had. He had known from the start that underneath her quiet, shy exterior there was a raging sexual beast waiting for the just the right person and the right moment to be set free. Now, three years later, she was a sex-hungry little slut who would do anything and everything he told her to do, and do it willingly.

Sally was oblivious to all of this. She concentrated on the feeling of Ted's big fat cock that was scudding in and out of her hot tunnel, sending sparks of lust careening through her body. As much as she sometimes loathed her stepfather, and after all of the men she'd had in the three years since she'd become his whore, he was still the best fuck she'd ever had. No one could match Ted in terms of cock size or fucking ability. Even drunk, as he was now, he could still get it up and keep it up, giving her endless pleasure. 

Up and down, up and down, Sally rode Ted's cock in a slow, sensuous motion. She took her time, savoring the feeling of Ted filling her hot, juicy snatch. She threw her head back and moaned in ecstasy as she fucked her stepfather, while he lay back on the bed and watched her intently. He was getting into the feeling of knowing Sally was willing to push him on his back and fuck him all by herself. He didn't need to move; she was doing all the work.

Finally, the need in both of their groins became too much to ignore. Sally dropped onto her knees and quickened her pace, and Ted gripped her hips powerfully in a vain attempt to regulate her motion. Faster and harder, Sally plunged her pussy on Ted's cock, screwing her hips around in a corkscrew motion, heightening their mutual pleasure. Sally could feel a healthy orgasm building in her cunt, even as she felt Ted begin to thrust upward with more and more frantic motions.

Ted reached up and pulled Sally down to him and they kissed, ravenously, as she humped his cock. Releasing her, he could feel the rusty tingle of impending orgasm, and with a gasp he pushed upward one final time and let loose a volcano of cum deep into Sally's womb. He fired one distinct burst after another, letting all of the madness of the day flow out the end of his cock with it.

Sally wasn't quite there, however, so she did something absolutely wicked. As soon as Ted quit shooting and began to wilt, she crawled off his cock and moved up the bed, until she was straddling his head. Ted immediately took the hint and pulled her dripping cunt to his mouth and began to eat her out briskly. With his incredibly long tongue, he scooped out every bit of his cum from Sally's pussy then lavished licks and kisses over her labia and clit.

That did it for Sally. Trembling forcefully, she felt her orgasm flow through her body like molten lava, and she shuddered as she ground her cunt onto Ted's face. She gripped the back of his head to keep him in position while she slithered her bald, juicy cunt all over his face.

As she used his nose to stimulate her clit, she felt another orgasm beginning to brew right on top of the one she'd just had, and Ted, too, was in a similar frenzy. Growling suddenly, he threw Sally off his face, back onto the bed, rolled over onto his knees and rammed his reborn erection savagely into Sally's gushing pussy and began to hump her like some wild animal.

And Sally was fucking him back just as desperately. They were kissing, laughing, cooing furiously as they fucked like they hadn't fucked in quite some time, wildly and with passion. It almost reminded Sally of the very first time Ted had fucked her, on the kitchen table on a bright July morning. They had gone wild that day, as well, and this was just like that. It was just no-hold's-barred fucking.

Ted's cock was almost a blur as he pistoned his dick back and forth in Sally's trembling, twitching pussy. Sally seemed to be riding waves of orgasm as she rolled her hips around to make sure Ted's cock hit every bit of her ravenous pussy.

At that pace, they didn't last long. Ted could see dark spots in his vision as he tumbled over the cliff and sent a second, even more explosive load of cum deep into Sally's cunt, as she trembled and shook, cried and screamed underneath him. For long, long seconds, Ted drove his spurting cock deep into Sally's body until he finally slumped over onto Sally's sweating, heaving body.

Finally, Ted rolled over and took a deep breath. Sally curled up next to him and for several minutes, they held each other. Ted was considering staying here overnight, which he almost never did, but Sally's next words changed everything.

"Ted?" Sally ventured, a touch fearfully as she sat up and traced light circles on his chest with her finger. "Will you promise me you won't get mad if I confess to something?"

"Sure. I mean, I guess," Ted replied. "Depends on what it is."

"I'm late," Sally said quietly.

"What do you mean, 'late,'" he answered.

"I mean, my period. I'm late," she said. "Over two weeks. Ted, I think I'm pregnant."

Ted could feel himself turn red from his ears all the way to his toes. He sat up with a start and bellowed, "You stupid bitch! How in the fuck did this happen?"

Sally being pregnant changed everything. She was still his best asset when it came to his finances. Whenever he needed a favor from a friend or business associate, he would send Sally as his end of the bargain, she'd give them a fuck they'd never forget, and the deal was done.

But now, she would get fat with a child and soon would not be attractive to his friends, and then there would be the expense of prenatal care, not to mention how it would play with Sally's mother, especially if the child turned out to be his. Although it would be some time before DNA testing would be used to match father and child, there were still plenty of ways one could determine the paternity of a child.

Or she'd have to get an abortion, which would cost money he didn't have, and besides, he'd known Sally long enough to know that she wasn't going to be very willing to do that. She didn't necessarily want to be a mother, but if she had to, she would, and there was always the possibility of giving the baby up for adoption. Either way, he didn't think Sally would go for an abortion, and he was right. 

"I thought you were on the pill?" he yelled, his once-doused fury rekindled. He stalked naked into the kitchen to Sally's liquor cabinet and pulled out a nearly full pint bottle of tequila. He uncapped it and took a big swig, then another. Putting the bottle down forcefully, he turned to see Sally standing fearfully, tearfully in the doorway.

"I w-w-w-was," she said. "But Dr. Kranz said there was a chance it would fail sometime. I'm sorry, Ted. I didn't mean to."

Ted just swore and walked past her, back into her bedroom where he started pulling his clothes on, still holding the bottle, from which he took another two swigs. When he was completely dressed, he took two more hits from the bottle, put it on a side table and turned for the door.

"Ted, wait!" Sally cried. "You can't go like this. You're too drunk to drive. Come on, Ted! Stay with me. Hold me, forgive me, Please!"

Sally was sobbing now as she pulled at him to keep him from leaving in such a state. Ted had had enough. Even Sally, the one constant in his life, the woman he had actually begun to fall in love with, the woman he had for a fact been obsessed with since the moment he met her; even Sally had betrayed him by getting knocked up. In a rage, he threw Sally's hand away from his arm and backhanded her across the face, knocking her to the floor. Then, when he realized what he'd done, he got a shocked look on his face and stumbled out the door.

Sally was holding her bleeding mouth as she got up from the floor. She staggered to the door just in time to see his Porsche roar off down the street. Then she fled to her bedroom and cried like a baby until she finally fell asleep.

The rain had lightened up considerably, but the streets were still quite slick. Ted was lost in his world of betrayal and indebtedness, and drove onto the freeway almost like a robot. But as he hit the deserted roadway, he put the Porsche to the floor. Rage and despair flooded his heart, and his mind, at the events of the day. It had truly been a disastrous day, and it was just about to get worse.

As the sports car's speed passed 80 mph and pushed 90, Ted missed a curve and the car slid off the road and down a hill. It rolled numerous times before coming to a crumpled heap at the bottom of the hill, some distance from the highway. Ted hadn't been wearing a seatbelt, and he was immediately thrown from the car, which rolled over on him, killing him instantly.

(To be continued)



Sally's Slut Stories Ch. 07



November 1981

Sally Johnson paced the floor at the massive old funeral home where in a few hours her stepfather, Ted Bissett, would be eulogized before being buried at the huge cemetery nearby. 

Sally was waiting for Ted's best friend Matt to arrive with something that might make the day go a little better. The previous days had been emotionally draining for the young blonde, who had had to take responsibility for making the arrangements for Ted's funeral since her mother had completely fallen apart upon hearing the news of her husband's death. 

Forgotten was the anger and suspicion her mother had had of Ted in the days prior to his sudden death, and she had - typically - crawled into a gin bottle to pity her loss. 

That's where Sally wanted to go as well, but she knew she had maintain at least until her sister Sylvia returned home from her college in the East. Even though she was two years younger than Sally, Sylvia had emerged as the only one of the three Johnson women with any real sense of responsibility. Ever since Ted had caught them engaging in an illicit act and had used that knowledge to blackmail Sally into becoming his slut, the two sisters had taken markedly different paths in their lives. 

Sylvia had arrived the previous afternoon to take over matters, and Sally had immediately sought out Matt to make a deal for a nice-sized bindle of cocaine, which had become her drug of choice. Ted had introduced Sally to coke not quite three years previously, and it had gradually come to play an ever-bigger role in her life. 

She was lost in reverie when she felt Matt's arms enfold her from behind. She turned and kissed him with a warmth she didn't entirely feel. She knew what lay ahead, what Matt would want in exchange for the coke, especially considering she didn't have near enough cash on hand to pay for what she needed. 

But Sally had grown accustomed to being used as barter for goods and services, and, to be honest, she felt like she could use a good fucking right about then. She hadn't had any sex since the previous Saturday, a little over three days ago, when Ted had visited her right before his fatal car crash. For Sally, that was a long time to go without sex. And there were worse things than sex with Matt, who was tall and handsome with a long ponytail that gave him a certain flair. 

Still, she was looking forward to regaining a measure of control over her life, now that Ted was gone. She still had to make a decision about her budding pregnancy, if in fact that's what it was, and she was pretty sure it was. But she was nonetheless feeling positive about her life for the first time in a long time. 

"Hey baby," Matt said, unctuously. His groin was tightening at the thought of getting his dick wet at Sally's expense, and he knew just what he wanted. He had availed himself of all of Sally's holes a number of times, both with Ted and on his own, and he knew what a hot number she was. But first, there was business to conduct, so he and Sally walked quickly down to the basement of the rambling old mortuary and slipped into the men's room, where Matt locked the door. 

"You have it?" Sally asked, her eyes gleaming. 

"Of course," Matt answered. "For you, my dear, anything is possible ... for the right price." 

"This is all I could scrape up," Sally said, handing him a wad of cash. Matt counted it, and looked disapprovingly at Sally. 

"You're a little short, honey," Matt said. "But that's OK. I can get the payment other ways. C'mon. let's get high." 

Sally opened the bindle, took her little coke spoon out of her purse, stuck it in the package and shoveled a heaping pile up one nostril, then the other. She tilted her head back to make sure the crystalline powder made a quick, successful trip into her system. Then she took two more just to make sure she was good and high. Matt also took out some of his own stash and took a couple of spoonfuls. When he'd finished, he fished a letter out of his jacket pocket. Again, it was business before pleasure. 

"Here. I've been instructed by Ted's will to give this to you," Matt said. 

Sally opened the letter, which was in Ted's handwriting, and read it over, and as she did her face flushed and her eyes narrowed. 

"That sorry bastard," she spat. "I hope he rots in hell where he belongs." 

The letter had been dated from February of that year and gave her precise instructions as to her duties in the event of his death. Far from being free of his control, Sally was told that Matt now had possession of the damning photos, the ones Ted had taken of her and Sylvia over three years ago, and others of more recent vintage that showed Sally involved in all kinds of debauchery. She was to do Matt's bidding in the same way she had done Ted's, and her first order of business was to use her hot body as payment for debts Ted had left behind when he'd died. 

When she had read the letter and returned it to the envelope, she looked up at Matt with watery eyes and a pleading look. 

"Please? Can't you let me go?" she begged. 

"I'm sorry, Sally, but I gave Ted my word that I would take care of you if he died," Matt said, not unsympathetically. "I'll be nice, but he left owing me and a lot of other people a considerable amount of money. He didn't have much left for those debts when he died. You're about the only asset he has." 

Sally looked at the floor in defeat. Her insides were churning with a combination of excitement from the effects of the cocaine and despair over this new turn of events. Would she ever be free of Ted's malevolence? 

"Come over here," Matt whispered. Sally complied and they embraced. Sally wept on his shoulder for just a second, then she sighed heavily and steeled herself for whatever lay ahead. It was how she had gotten through the previous three-plus years, and she would have to continue to maintain that resolve indefinitely. 

And, besides, there was something she needed to take care of, something hard that was pressing into her stomach as she held onto Matt. 

"I don't have time to fuck you properly," Matt said, as Sally squeezed his rapidly-growing cock through his slacks. "We both have business to attend to in two different places. But I will take one of your first-class blowjobs to get me through the day. You know, a blow for the blow." 

Sally nodded her head and dropped to her knees. She unzipped Matt's slacks and fished out his already-throbbing boner. She flicked a dollop of pre-cum away from the tip then ran her tongue all the way down the shaft. She inhaled the strong manly aroma emanating from his crotch, held his dick high and lashed the underside of his cock, concentrating on the prominent ridge that ran the length of his considerable shaft. She ran her lips and tongue all over his throbbing hard cock, and he groaned as she licked forcefully around the sensitive area just under the crown. 

When she had his cock liberally coated with a slick combination of spittle and pre-cum, Sally opened her mouth wide and fed the head past her lips. She hummed with satisfaction as slowly swallowed his length past her gullet and into her throat. She didn't stop until she felt his wiry pubic bush tickle her nose. Then she backed away and began to bob her mouth back and forth on the purple cock. She sucked him deep for several strokes, backed away and sucked his length all the way out. She stuffed him back all the way in again then pulled him out and sawed his cock between her lips. Over and over, she repeated the process, bringing Matt close to orgasm before squeezing him at the base to stem the flow of cum that threatened to boil over. 

Still holding him tightly, Sally licked and sucked each of his low-hanging balls into her mouth, then pulled them both in at the same time, being careful not to cause him any pain. Sally felt a feeling of exhiliaration as she worked Matt's cock and balls in her mouth. This was always the one time when she felt most in control of a man, the one time when she had the upper hand, and she always took her time to make sure that whoever received one of her blowjobs would never forget it. 

"G-g-god, you have one hot mouth," Matt gasped as he entwined his fingers in Sally's short blonde locks and began to exert a measure of control over the situation. He drove his cock deep in Sally's throat, as sloppy sucking and licking sounds filled the small bathroom. He could feel a hard, ragged cum load building in his groin, and he fucked Sally's face with purpose. At one point he pulled his cock completely out of her mouth and rubbed the leaking head all over her lips and tongue, and Sally laughed languidly before returning Matt's cock to her mouth. 

Matt would have been content to go on all day like this, but he knew he couldn't. He didn't have the time, and he was having a hard time holding back the flood of cum that was rising to the boiling point. Taking Sally's head with both hands, he drove his cock at a furious pace as deep as he could push it for maybe a dozen thrusts, then he felt his balls churn and he fired a succession of hot, creamy cumshots into her throat. 

Sally felt Matt's cock balloon and felt - and tasted - the hot jets of cum as they splashed down her throat. She swallowed continously, as she'd been taught long ago, and milked every drop from Matt's throbbing cock. With her hand, she squeezed the base of his cock one last time to make sure she had every bit of him drained, then she pulled him out with a plopping sound. She looked up at Matt with a wry grin, opened her mouth wide, stuck out her tongue to show him the last remnants of his load, then made a show of swallowing his last drops. 

"Good to the last drop, don'tcha think?" Sally said, as she got up off her knees. 

"Amen to that," Matt said, and he shivered slightly as he kissed her lips and tasted his cum in her mouth. 

Finally pulling away, Matt looked down at Sally for just a moment then slid his limp cock back into his slacks. 

"Look, you have to see someone on the third floor," Matt said. "Go to the funeral director's office and walk on in. The man you need to see will be there waiting for you. I'll run interference with Sylvia and your mom. OK.? I'll call you in a day or so and maybe we can go out." 

"Sure," Sally said, a bit puzzled at what lay ahead. But she shrugged her shoulders and they took off up the stairs and then in separate directions. 

Robert Vazarian was seated behind the large desk in the funeral director's large, richly-appointed office studying the contents of a file folder he'd been handed earlier that morning by a friend of the late Ted Bissett. Robert had been Ted's attorney, and he had rung up a sizable tab handling Ted's various legal matters. Ted always seemed to be needing his help with some real estate transaction or another, and he had also been both the initiator and recipient of several lawsuits concerning those affairs. 

Just then he heard a knock on the door, which opened to admit a very pretty young woman of about average height with short blonde hair. He felt his insides lurch as he realized that the photos he'd been perusing in the folder didn't do the woman justice. She was dressed in a knee-length black dress with three-quarter sleeves that fit snugly on what was a very shapely body. The neckline plunged enough to reveal just the hint of cleavage of what were a juicy looking pair of breasts, and the skirt failed to hide a perfectly-proportioned butt. 

Sally entered the office and introduced herself, and Robert introduced himself as Ted's attorney. In a moment, Sally sized up the man seated at the desk, and as she did a slight shudder passed through her body. He wasn't the funeral director, whom she had met a couple of days previously. No, this man was something else entirely. He was on the smallish side, with a dusky complexion and dark hair that was slicked back off his forehead. He was dressed in what Sally's practiced eye saw was an expensive Italian suit in the $1,000 range. 

But what arrested Sally's attention were the man's eyes. She had always heard lawyers referred to as sharks, and the description fit this man, for he had the deadest, coldest eyes she'd ever seen. When Sally had been about 9, she had gone with her father to the pier in Santa Monica to buy fresh fish, and while they were there, someone had brought in a 12-foot shark that had been hung from the scales. Sally had gotten right up close to the fish and looked it in the eye. And that's what Robert's eyes looked like. They were dead black orbs that told her wordlessly that here was a man not to be trifled with. 

Robert smiled mirthlessly and beckoned for Sally to stand over by the desk. He did not offer her a seat. 

"Your late stepfather was a most litigious individual," Robert said. "And then the drunken fool dies owing me a considerable sum of money which his so-called estate can in no way cover. I was almost prepared to just write it off, but then someone gave me some information and showed me a way I could recoup my losses in a most satisfactory way." 

Sally shuddered for real as the implication of his words sank in. It was clear that the lawyer's distaste for Ted matched her own. The difference was he was in a position to do something about it - at her expense. 

"I think maybe we can work out some sort of, ah, arrangement," Robert continued, beckoning Sally to come stand closer to where he sat. "I've heard you're the best fuck in Southern California. I intend to find out if that's the case." 

As he spoke he ran his hands up Sally's legs, up under her skirt and back to her panty-clad butt. Sally closed her eyes and let the man's touch stoke the fire that had been burning in her belly from the moment her first hit of cocaine had gone to work. Robert's fingers brushed over her mound, then snuck between her legs over the soaking-wet gusset of her panties. She gasped slightly as his fingers slid inside the leg of her underwear and found her bald, naked sex. He ran his fingers through the bubbling brew in her cunt, pausing to linger at her swollen clit. 

Abruptly, Robert removed his fingers and passed them under his nose, almost like he was savoring the cork from an expensive bottle of wine that had just been opened. Then he ordered Sally to climb up on the desk facing him. As she did, she instinctively leaned back, lifted her feet up onto the desk and spread her legs. The action caused her skirt to ride up her legs to her waist, revealing her black bikinis with the large wet spot at the crotch. She had long ago given up wearing pantyhose, preferring thigh-highs or garters and stockings, or, as in the case today, simply leaving her shapely legs bare. She looked down between her legs at Robert with lust-lidded eyes, her distaste for the man overcome by her need to get fucked. 

Robert leaned forward and pulled the crotch of Sally's panties away from her pussy. His eyes were on fire as he drank in the sight of her clean-shaven cunt and the juicy lips that were already twitching in anticipation. Without so much as a word, he stood up, unzipped his slacks and pulled out his rock-hard cock. Sally looked down between her legs to get a quick measure of the dick that would soon be sliding into her. It was quite a bit smaller than what she liked, but it was a decent length for a man of Robert's size and fairly meaty. It would do. 

To indicate her arousal, Sally reached down and spread open her pussy lips to give Robert a more inviting target. He just grunted and slid his cock right on in to the hilt in one smooth motion. And now the cool lawyerly facade began to crack as he quickly got into a ferocious rutting motion. He'd been suppressing a hard-on all morning, from the moment Matt had delivered the folder that contained a sampling of photos showing Sally's sexual talents. 

Sally lay back on the desk and let Robert do the work. She rolled her hips to make sure every bit of his cock hit all of her hot spots. It wasn't easy, but Robert helped out by seeming to hit her clit with every inward stroke. She could feel her orgasm starting to build. It had taken awhile, but she was starting up the orgasm mountain that would help get her through the next few hours. 

But Robert wasn't having any of that. Sally's pussy was about the juiciest and most talented he'd come across in quite some time, and he had no intention of wasting time trying to get her to cum. He grabbed her by the hips and began to pile-drive his cock furiously back and forth in Sally's soupy cunt. He picked up her legs by the ankles and folded her almost in half as he fucked like an animal, growling and snarling as he pounded away at her throbbing box. 

Almost without warning, Robert felt his long-suppressed orgasm explode from his balls. He thrust forward as far as he could go and emptied himself deep in Sally's womb, basting her walls with a succession of superhot cumshots. He kept thrusting forward as each burst fired from the end of his cock, until he was completely sated. Then he abruptly pulled his cock out of her cunt, wiped the remnants of cum on Sally's thigh and quickly replaced her panties over her pussy, the better to hold his cum inside of her through the rapidly-approaching service. Robert stuffed his cock back in his slacks, sat back down and motioned for Sally to leave, telling her he would call to set up another appointment. 

Sally was beyond frustrated; she was furious that Robert had brought her so close without letting her get her own climax. But as she looked in his eyes, she saw the shark's look return and thought better of making any comment. So she quietly climbed off the desk, smoothed her skirt and tried to recompose herself as best she could. She desperately wanted to find a ladies room and finish what Robert had started, but as she descended the stairs, she saw Sylvia motioning for her to hurry into the chapel, that the service was about to start. 

Sylvia was no fool. She could see it in her sister's eyes, could smell it all around her. Her eyes narrowed in anger at the thought of what Sally must have been doing upstairs. When they all got back to their mother's house, she intended to give Sally a big piece of her mind for abandoning their mother at this time. 

All through the half-hour long service, Sally could feel Robert's semen oozing from her pussy and soaking her panties even further. She was thankful she had worn a black dress, which might better hide the wet spot she knew was going to be there when she stood up. Her groin was growling in utter need as a rent-a-preacher delivered a boring generic sermon and several of Ted's friends stood up to give unconvincing testimony about what a great guy Ted had been. As she sat stiffly in the front row of the small chapel, Sally could feel the leering stares from Ted's friends, almost all of whom had fucked her at least once, some many times. 

After the service, the family was escorted to a waiting automobile for the short trip to the cemetery, so Sally had no opportunity to relieve the sexual tension that was driving her crazy, and she sat itchily through the brief graveside service. When it was all over and the crowd had begun to disperse, Sally hugged her sister and her mother and was prepared to head back to the funeral home to retrieve her car for the trip to the house, where a large lunch awaited. 

But she was intercepted by Thomas McDonald, the funeral director, who asked her to step to the side for a moment, that he had some important business to discuss with her. Sally shrugged her shoulders quizzically and sent Sylvia and her mother on off, telling them she'd be along shortly. 

"Miss Johnson, I hate to bring up this matter at this time," Thomas said when he had escorted Sally to the front passener seat of the hearse. "But the check you wrote for this event bounced. I'm sure you didn't mean to write a bad check, but I would be well within my rights to prosecute you, since it is quite a large sum of money." 




Sally's Slut Stories Ch. 07



Sally, of course, was mortified. She must have inadvertently picked up a checkbook from an account that Ted had already plundered, and written a check that was essentially worthless. Then the full impact of his words began to sink in, and a feeling of dread began to build. That feeling was confirmed when she looked over at the funeral director and saw him looking up and down her body, undressing her with his eyes. 

This was truly a repulsive prospect in Sally's mind. Thomas was the stereotypical mortician, aged around 50, tall and lean with a pinched, almost cadaverous look. 

"Mr. McDonald, it was a mistake," Sally said in a pleading tone. "Ted ran through so many bank accounts that I wasn't sure which ones had money and which ones didn't. I thought that account was flush. I can make the check good without much problem." 

"I'm sure you could, but how am I to know that you would?" Thomas replied. "Once you leave here, everything is done, over, and you could just forget to pay me. No, I want payment now, in something, um, tangible." 

At that, he placed a claw-like hand on Sally's smooth leg and began to caress her. He was eagerly anticipating an encounter with this little whore. He was married to a shrew who rarely consented to sex of any sort, let alone the kind of sex he preferred.  

Sally shuddered at the thought of giving herself to this man, but even as she did, the need in her was so great that she just nodded her head. 

"What do you want from me?" she asked in a small voice. This was turning into a truly horrible day, a day where her station in life had been driven home in a way even Ted could never have envisioned. She understood once and for all that she was just a piece of meat to be used for the gratification of anyone who wanted her. And her feelings were of no concern to anyone. 

"Oh, I think you know, my dear," Thomas replied triumphantly. "I know what you and that lawyer were up to in my office. We made an agreement that he could use my desk as long as he left his cum in you, the better to ease my, uh, passage." 

As he spoke, Thomas started the hearse and drove slowly toward the back of the cemetery. At the back edge of the cemetery, well back out of sight from any passers-by, was a small grove of trees. Thomas drove the hearse back into the grove and parked. The trees not only provided cover for their illicit rendezvous, but offered some shade on what had become quite a warm afternoon. 

Thomas got out of the hearse and lit a cigarette while Sally took her bindle of cocaine from her purse and stuffed three spoonfuls up each nostril. She wanted to be sky-high for this encounter, because otherwise she believed she'd get sick. In fact, she could feel herself getting sick anyway, from the lack of food and from a dull pain she was starting to feel in her abdomen. 

When Thomas had finished his cigarette, he took off his jacket and draped it over the front seat on the driver's side, then he opened the door to the back seat of the hearse and told Sally to take off her dress and climb in the back seat. Sally pulled her dress over her head and dropped it on the seat, then crawled into the back seat clad in her bra, panties and high heels. On Thomas' order, she leaned over the back seat, facing the back of the hearse. 

Thomas' cock was stiff as a board as he cast lusting eyes on Sally's trim body. And Sally, despite her revulsion, was starting to feel her arousal begin to climb. She'd been sitting on the edge of a tremendous climax for nearly two hours, plus the latest dose of coke was starting to hit her in a major way. As a result, she had about reached the point where she didn't care who fucked her as long as someone gave her what she needed. 

The funeral director ran his hands all over Sally's torso, over her butt, down the outside of her legs and back up between her legs to her soaking-wet crotch. He slid his bony fingers under her panties and was thrilled at the wetness he felt all up and down her crotch. Robert's cum, combined with her own juices had left her dripping from her abdomen almost to the small of her back, and for Thomas that was just what the doctor ordered. 

Abruptly, Thomas pulled Sally's panties off her hips and down her thighs to her knees, then told her to spread her legs as wide as possible. That had the effect of stretching her panties into a black strip of cloth, just the whorish look Thomas was looking for. He unbuckled his belt, opened his pants and dropped them and his boxer shorts to his ankles. He ran a hand up Sally's dripping cunt to her pink, puckered asshole, which he suddenly penetrated with his middle finger. 

Sally squealed in surprise at the sudden intrusion, and knew right then what the funeral director intended to do to her. Thomas finger-fucked Sally's ass for several seconds, then added a second finger and began to ream her ass harder and faster. Sally closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her. She would have preferred to have him fuck her pussy, but a good butt-fucking wouldn't be bad either. 

Sure enough, after fingering Sally's butt long enough to get her good and wet, Thomas grasped his cock at the base and aimed it for the waiting hole. Sally glanced back and saw that Thomas was holding quite a long, fat cock, the kind she liked. 

"Open yourself up, whore," he growled. "Pull open your butt and tell me how bad you want me to fuck your hot little ass." 

"Ummm, yeah, fuck my ass," Sally gasped, as she pulled herself open. "Fuck my ass with your big hard cock. I need it so baaaaaad." 

Thomas put the head of his cock to Sally's asshole and pushed. After a moment's resistance, the head popped past her anal ring and he slid his dick slowly, but steadily up her backside. Sally squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her fists at the initial intrusion, but the pain quickly subsided and she quickly got into the rhythm of Thomas' cock drilling back and forth in her ass. She thrust her hips back to get as much of his considerable cock in her rectum as possible, and she snaked a hand between her legs to get at her obscenely-bloated clit. 

It didn't take much of that before Sally felt her orgasm boil over like a pressure cooker, and with a series of gasps, cries and moans, her body convulsed as she finally achieved her long-overdue climax. And she knew she wasn't finished, as Thomas showed admirable staying power, considering how much he'd anticipated this event, and how tight and velvety Sally's anus was around his cock. 

"You are a whore, aren't you," Thomas snarled, his sympathetic act gone. "Isn't that right.. You'll fuck anybody, won't you. Answer me! Tell me what you are, slut." 

The words were like daggers to the heart, but Sally was too far gone to care, so she gave the man what he wanted. 

"I-I-I'm a slut," Sally stuttered as she continued to thrust her hips back on Thomas' pistoning cock. "I'm a slut and a whore. Your whore. Ah, ah, ah, just fuuuuuuucccccckkkk meeeeee!" 

As he methodically fucked Sally into oblivion, he reached up and pulled her tits from the cups of her bra. He squeezed her swollen mounds and pinched her bullet-stiff nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing all through her body. It didn't take much of that, either, to trigger another, more intense orgasm. Sally's body was like a live wire, twitching and shuddering as the climax washed over her. 

As she came again, her rectum clenched tightly, and Thomas felt his cum beginning to reach the explosion point. Grabbing Sally's hips, he drove his cock furiously back and forth in Sally's ass, pumping hard as the tingling sensation grew into an unstoppable wave. With a gasp, Thomas pulled Sally's hips to him one final time and blew off one of the most intense cum loads he'd ever shot. It was hard, long and unbelievably thick. 

Sally felt Thomas' cock swell in her ass and she felt his cum fill her bowels, to the point of overflowing. Thomas just kept pumping, and the cum oozed out from around his cock like a creamy flow, over her pussy and down the insides of her thighs. Thomas' explosion was so intense it triggered a third, weaker orgasm to slither through Sally's body. 

Finally, it was over. Sally could feel Thomas relax and his cock wilted until it slid out of her gaping asshole, followed closely by a stream of creamy cum that added to the flow running down her legs. Thomas rolled to the side, sat down hard on the seat and pulled up his pants, then staggered out the car door. Sally slumped on the back seat, physically and mentally exhausted. The cocaine in her system was fighting a losing battle with her tattered emotions, and all she wanted to do now was leave this dispicable man and this depressing place and go home. She stuck her tits back into her bra, but didn't bother with her panties. She just pulled them the rest of the way off her legs and tossed them on the front seat. She got out of the car, squatted down to pee and realized she was extremely thirsty. She pulled her dress on, not caring that it didn't quite fit like it was supposed to, or that it was soiled with semen and sweat. 

Thomas finished dressing and returned to the hearse then they returned to the funeral home. Now that he'd gotten what he wanted, the funeral director was back into his solicitous act, telling Sally what a nice girl she was, and that she needed to come by again in about a month. Sally just stared out the window. Her emotions were hanging on a thread, but she was damned if she was going to let this man see her crack. When they returned to the parking lot, Sally got out stiffly and walked in silence to her car. 

Once inside and behind the wheel, Sally finally lost it. She cried bitter tears over the way the day had gone, about the way she'd been used and about the way the future looked. And in that moment, something cracked in her mind. Still weeping, she suddenly pulled the car out of the parking lot and drove, not to her mother's house, but toward her own little bungalow. On the way, she stopped at the corner liquor store, and with the last few dollars in her purse, bought a pint of cheap vodka. She ignored the leers from other patrons who couldn't help but notice her disheveled condition and the smell of sex that permeated her body. 

As soon as Sally walked in the door, she cracked the bottle open and took a big swig, not even bothering to mix a drink. Then she opened her purse, pulled out her bindle of cocaine, got her mirror and dumped the contents onto the mirror. The rest of the afternoon and into the night, Sally sat at her table, drinking straight shots of vodka and snorting up her entire stash of coke, ignoring the gnawing pain in her gut. She ignored, too, the incessant ringing of her telephone, not wanting to see or talk to anyone. 

It was sometime not long after midnight that Sylvia walked into Sally's house and found her sister passed out on the bathroom floor, curled up in the fetal position. She was still wearing the stained black dress she'd worn that day, although now, in addition to the obvious cum stains on the skirt, there was evidence that Sally had vomited all over herself. Sylvia managed to get Sally up, got the dress off of her, tried to clean her up as best she could and started to lay her down on the bed. Then she noticed blood on the insides of Sally's legs, and realized that her sister was in serious trouble. 

Sally was all but comatose, but Sylvia managed to get a pair of shorts and a t-shirt on her, then dragged Sally out to her car and took her to the hospital. 

To be continued...



Sally's Slut Stories Ch. 08



May 1983 

The post-reception party was in full swing at the bar of a prominent hotel on the Strip in Las Vegas. 

Sally Fountain, nee' Johnson, sat at a table with her new husband and several of his friends. Her foot was doing a nervous jig as she sipped a vodka and tonic and watched the others at the table getting riotously drunk. After a bit, she finished her drink, told Larry - her new husband -to order her a refill, grabbed her purse and went to the ladies room. 

As she walked through the crowded bar, she looked back at the table in time to see Larry and one of his buddies each knock back a shot of Crown Royal. Sally shook her head, as it was looking more and more like her new husband might not be able to perform on their wedding night, and that was a distressing, but not particularly surprising, prospect. 

Once in the ladies room, she entered a stall, closed the door, opened her purse and took out her trusty vial and tiny spoon. She opened the vial, which was still two-thirds full of very good cocaine, scooped up a generous spoonful and snorted it up one nostril, then repeated the process with the other. In all, she stuck four spoons up her nose while she peed, completed her business in the bathroom then returned to the party. Along the way, she had made a decision; she was going to get fucked on her wedding night, and if Larry was too drunk to do it, there were others in the party who would be more than willing to stand in for him. 

Sally had seen the looks Larry's friends had given her and she had unabashedly returned them. She no longer had any illusions about who or what she was. She was a slut, pure and simple, a slut who loved to fuck, anywhere, any time and with anyone, as some of Larry's friends had already found out over the previous months. Her dead stepfather had done a splendid job of changing a naive teenager into a raving sex maniac, with plenty of help from Uncle Alcohol and Cousin Cocaine. 

Cocaine, in fact, had been the vehicle through which she had met Larry and come to this surprising point in her life. 

When Sylvia had delivered Sally to the emergency room on the night after Ted's funeral, drunk, stoned and bleeding from her vagina, it had marked the beginning of a downward turn in her life. The bleeding and the pain that had accompanied it was the onset of a miscarriage. She had indeed been pregnant, but apparently her resolute self-abuse had triggered a spontaneous abortion, as though her body was rejecting the notion of creating new life. After it was over and she had begun to heal, while still hospitalized, Sally had demanded that Dr. Kranz, her gynocologist, tie her tubes to prevent any further risk of pregnancy. The doctor had tried to talk her out of it, arguing that at age 21 and in the state she was in, she didn't understand what she was doing, and would surely change her mind. 

But Sally was adamant. She knew she wasn't cut out to be a mother, plus she had an inkling as to where her life was headed, and she couldn't imagine bringing a baby into her world. It was one of the few decisions she made during this time in her life that was the least bit responsible, and she has never once regretted it in all the years since. 

Almost the first thing Sally did when she was released from the hospital was go off in search of cocaine, and from then until the end of the year, she spent most of her time drunk and high. Of course, she lost her job - or more accurately, gave it up - being too emotionally unstable to work effectively. She still had her little bungalow, which Ted had paid up on until the middle of 1982, and she took a page from Ted's handbook by plundering her mother's bank accounts to live and get high on. Occasionally, she latched onto some of Ted's old friends who would slip her cash. She refused to actually go out and work the streets, but she did the next best thing and that was use her contacts, who would, in turn, use her for sex. 

Things came to a climax when Sally showed up at her mother's house on Christmas Day drunk, high and stinking of sex from what had been a Christmas Eve orgy at the apartment of someone she'd met that night at a bar, along with three of his friends. 

When she had sobered up and gotten cleaned up, Sally and Sylvia had a long talk, and Sylvia suggested that Sally take on some form of drug rehabilitation. Sally agreed, up to a point, but would only consent to a two-week stay at a clinic in Orange County. Sally knew she needed to dry out and get a handle on her life again, but she was in no way ready to completely give up her partying lifestyle. 

As luck would have it, on her first day at the clinic she'd met Larry, who was working there as a counselor. Sally immediately zeroed in on him, as he was frankly a hunk. Larry Fountain had the kind of looks and physique that made women melt and men envious. He was 6-foot-1, 180 pounds, with dazzling blue eyes and with salt-and-pepper hair that gave away his age of 38 years, but which also gave him a sophisticated look. 

Plus he had big family money. Larry's grandfather had come to Southern California after the First World War and had used every dime he could scrape up to buy what was then worthless desert land well out in the country. It had taken nearly 20 years for his investment to pay off, until World War II broke out, but when it did, it made the Fountains fabulously wealthy. Fountain Realty was still one of the largest real estate brokers in the San Fernando Valley, and Sally had immediately made the connection between Larry and his family's companies and had moved in for the kill. 

Larry had been on duty the second night Sally was there, when she climbed onto the desk where he was reading a magazine and did her best come-on. She talked him into slipping into a broom closet where she pressed her hot, thinly-clad body against him, then slid to her knees and untied his scrub pants, where his cock was bulging in his briefs and soaking the cloth where it came into contact with the tip. Larry's dick wasn't that long, but it was quite meaty, and Sally's mouth watered as she pulled his underwear down and grabbed hold of it at the base. 

She licked up and down and all around the shaft, thrilling as Larry's cock twitched and poured out his precum. Knowing they didn't have much time, Sally quickly wrapped her lips over the head of his cock and sucked him right to the root. She bobbed her mouth briskly over Larry's pulsing cock, as he leaned back against the wall with his eyes closed and his face contorting in lust. His hips involuntarily thrust his cock balls-deep in Sally's ravenous mouth, and it didn't take long, no more than three or four minutes, for him to spew a firehose of cum down her throat. Sally expertly swallowed every bit of his cum and felt its warmth flow into her stomach. She stood up and kissed him deeply, telling him that she's be back for more some other time, then slipped back into her room. 

For a man of his means and age, Larry Fountain was quite naive, and he quickly decided that he was madly in love with Sally. And Sally did everything possible to reinforce that feeling. The next night, Larry had slipped into her room, crawled in her bed - where she lay naked - and fucked her. It had only lasted a few minutes, he was so excited, and Sally was left to finish herself off with her fingers when he left. 

That was her first clue that behind Larry's hunky facade was a rather dense individual without a lot of sexual skill. Plus, she would soon learn that Larry had a hard time handling liquor. He didn't drink all that often, but when he did, he couldn't stop. Still, she knew Larry was her ticket to a better life, so she stuck with him. After her two-week stay at the clinic, she had moved back to her bungalow, but continued to see Larry, who had been forced to quit his job at the clinic after their relationship was discovered. It didn't hurt him, as he went to work for one of his family's companies, making real good money.

In May of 1982, with payment coming due on her bungalow and no real way to meet it, Sally was pleasantly surprised when Larry invited her to move in with him. So she packed her belongings, put the bungalow up for sale, and moved into Larry's comfortable home in the Valley. 

At first, Sally resolved to stay reasonably straight and faithful to her new boyfriend, who was hopelessly smitten. She wanted to make the transition from an Orange County tramp to a respectable rich bitch from the Valley. But boredom and an unfulilling sex life soon lit the spark on her itch to be a bad girl again. She started drinking more, and began starting earlier in the day, she resumed smoking pot and started occasionally doing coke again. 

So it was that on a hot Saturday afternoon in August, Sally was left alone while Larry drove up to Fresno with a co-worker to look at some property. He wouldn't be returning until mid-afternoon Sunday. Sally had fixed up a pitcher of mimosas, a rich girl's drink of champagne and orange juice, and had also done a couple of lines of coke, so she was feeling real good as she lay back on the lounge chair by the pool to work on an all-over tan. 

Pete Simmons had been friends with Larry for a long time, and had heard that he had a new girlfriend, but he wasn't prepared for what he saw that afternoon when he stopped by to see Larry and perhaps talk him into a round of golf. He was used to dropping in on his friend unannounced, so it never occured to him to call ahead. He had parked in the circular driveway, and had noticed the front door was open, behind the glass screen door. He also heard music coming from the back, so he knew someone was home, and figured Larry was out by the pool. He walked around back, peeked through a gap between the fence and the gate and was confronted with a sight he would never forget. 

Lying back on the lounge chair was a young woman with short blonde hair - obviously Larry's new girlfriend - wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses and a liberal coating of suntan oil. She was of average height, with breasts that were big enough to be noticeable, but still small enough to sit up straight even in her prone position, and were capped by a pair of pink nipples that jutted up from modest-sized areoles. In fact, her body was just about perfectly proportioned, including her slim legs. But what immediately caught Pete's attention was the completely-shaven pussy that lay wet and open. In 1982, a woman with her pussy shaved was not as common as it is today, and Pete found it intensely arousing. Indeed, his cock was making a tent of his khaki slacks. 

Pete just stood there staring for several long seconds until he was jolted out of his reverie when the woman tipped her glasses down her nose, looked at him evenly from behind an intense pair of blue eyes and asked if he was going to come in or if he was just going to stand there and gawk at her. He didn't hesitate, but opened the gate and entered. 

Introductions were made, and Pete quickly learned that Larry was gone for the day. Upon hearing that, Pete's interest perked up, because Sally was making no effort to cover her nakedness, and he could see her tongue subtly licking her lips, as if in anticipation. As a result, he was having difficulty with his bulging cock. He idly fingered the ring on his left hand, and he had a momentary pang of guilt over what he suspected was about to happen. But those were washed away when Sally stood up and sauntered sexily over to him and lightly ran a finger over his arm, sending chills up and down his spine. 

"You look uncomfortable, Pete," Sally purred, as she squeezed his throbbing cock through his pants. "Why don't you, um..." 

And that was as far as she got, for Pete pulled her to him and kissed her hotly. Hums of lust passed between them as their tongues did furious battle. Pete's hand slid down Sally's oily body, to her perfect butt, then between her legs. His breath quickened as he felt the wetness of her pussy, and he ran two fingers between her lips, which opened like the blooming of a flower. He slid his fingers around the juicy opening, then rolled her clit around with his middle finger, eliciting a gasp from Sally. 

Just moments before, Sally had been idly fingering her pussy and contemplating going inside to get one of her toys, a big one, to fuck herself silly with. But now there was no need for that. She had sized up Pete the moment he walked through the gate, and knew right then that her days of being faithful to Larry were over. She stepped back and let Pete frantically remove his clothes. He threw his shoes, socks, pants, cap and shirt all over the area around the pool, then he slid his naked body up to Sally and they kissed again, ravenously. 

Sally could feel her pussy lurching at the prospect of finally getting ahold of a big cock again. She wasn't about to fool around with foreplay or any such nonsense. She maneuvered Pete around until he was backed up to the lounge chair, then she gave him a slight push backward. Pete took the hint and lay on his back, his cock flopping stiffly as he did. Sally took a moment to stare at Pete's dick and her eyes gleamed, for here was a prime piece of meat, long, fat and possessed of an unusually long head, almost the size and shape of a Roma tomato. And it was leaking pre-cum badly in readiness. She grabbed it by the base, straddled his hips and rubbed the head between her bubbly lips, then slowly fed it into her steaming cunt. She slid her hips downward, impaling herself on Pete's cock, and as he hit bottom, her eyes rolled back, she threw her head back and gave a long seductive moan. 

"Ummmmmmmm, fuck me Pete," Sally moaned. "Fill me up with your beautiful hard cock. I loooooove big cocks. Oooooh, yeeaaaaah!" 

Pete couldn't believe the feeling of Sally's cunt as it enveloped his cock. Most women who had encountered his cock had had to work with it a little bit before they took it in. But Sally had taken him without any problem whatsoever. Of course, he didn't know about Ted and his massive dong, the one that had tamed Sally over four years earlier. All he knew was that this was shaping up to be one of the best fucks of his life, and he was going to make it last as long as possible. 

Sally began to work her hips up and down on Pete's cock, slowly, sensually. She braced herself with her hands on his chest as she rode him in a deliberate motion. A tremendous orgasm was building in her groin, one of the best she'd had in quite some time, and she was in no hurry for it to arrive. She wanted to wallow in a slow, smoldering build-up, knowing that the longer she held off, the better it would be. 

As they fell into a steady rhythm, Sally ran her hands up Pete's virile chest, circling his rock-hard nipples, while Pete ran his hands up and down Sally's sides, which were slick with oil and sweat, before grabbing on to her hips as best he could. After awhile, he ran his hands back up Sally's body and latched on to her tits, which were jiggling invitingly on her chest. He squeezed her firm mounds and pinched the hot-pink nipples, getting a lustful groan in response. 

Up and down, up and down, Sally's body worked itself around Pete's iron-hard dick, as groans and squeals of lust filled the air around them. As she corkscrewed her pussy around his cock, he continually worked his hips in an upward motion, filling the hot blonde's clenching cunt with each thrust upward. Still working herself steadily, Sally bent down and they kissed again, even more feverishly than before, if that was possible. She was getting close to an atomic climax, and she could feel Pete's cock beginning to give off a telltale twitching that signalled an approaching explosion. 

Sally's breathing was getting labored as her orgasm started to head up, and her gasps and cries of ecstasy became louder and more pronounced. Faster and harder, they threw themselves at each other, trying to hold back the flood as long as they could. Pete's hips were driving upward like a piston, pushing his cock as far as possible up Sally's liquid slit. 

Suddenly, Sally felt herself tip over the top and with a loud "aaaarrrrragh," her orgasm exploded around Pete's cock, and a split-second later, Pete thrust upward frantically and spewed a volcano of cum out the end of his cock. He spit out a seemingly endless series of boiling-hot bursts of semen up Sally's spastic pussy and they held each other tight as they rode the waves of pleasure until finally their passion was spent. 

For long moments they lay together, almost stunned at the ferocity of their mutual climax. Finally, Sally lifted her head, looked down at Pete and started to chuckle, and he quickly joined her. 

"Wow! That was something," she said in a hoarse voice. "It's been awhile since I've been fucked like that." 

"It's been awhile since I've been fucked period," Pete answered. "My wife isn't all that crazy about sex, at least not like me. She's always got some excuse or another as to why we can't screw." 

At that, Pete and Sally just held each other, lost in their own little worlds. After another few moments to catch her breath, Sally stood up, feeling Pete's cum ooze from her pussy, reached in her little cooler, pulled out a piece of ice and rubbed it all over her super-heated body. Then she filled a glass with ice, fixed herself a drink, downed half of it in one big gulp, and dove into the pool. Her body was humming, and she knew life was good. Pete soon joined her and as they nestled at the side of the pool, Sally lightly fingered Pete's wedding ring, and they struck a deal. He wouldn't say anything to Larry, and she wouldn't say anything to his wife, and they'd both have some fun together as often as possible. 

All of that flashed through her mind in but a moment as she watched Pete leave the party on the arm of his wife, a short brunette. He winked at her playfully as he left, then Sally's attention was drawn back to the table, where Larry and his friends were telling dirty jokes. 

Gradually, as 1982 passed, Sally fell back into her sluttish ways. It wasn't hard. Larry liked to show off his good-looking girlfriend to his friends, and it didn't take those friends long to pick up the signs that signalled her availability. Funny how those friends would "happen to be in the neighborhood," on days when Larry was at work or out of town on business. She also started going back to visit some of Ted's old friends, at least the ones she liked, especially Matt, who was still her main source for cocaine and weed. 

And she was coked to the max on New Year's Eve when Larry asked her to marry him. She was so shocked that she stammered out a yes before she had time to think about it. They had decided to have the wedding at this particular hotel in Vegas, because it was run by a friend of his, who gave them a sweetheart deal on the price, throwing in the honeymoon suite for free.

About 100 friends and family made the trip from Los Angeles for the event, which had taken place in one of the hotel's meeting rooms. An exquisitely-catered reception had followed, complete with a rock band, and Sally had danced with practically every man there, including her father, who was somewhat back in her life. At the end of the reception, she had changed into the outfit she was currently wearing, a tight sky-blue dress that reached about halfway down her thighs and a halter top that left her tits free to bounce merrily for the enjoyment of whoever cared to look, and there were many who did. 

That had been several hours ago, and now the group had dwindled to those at their table, and soon they were down to four: Sally, Larry and two of his friends, Sean and Paul. Sean was an old school buddy who had flown in from South Carolina for the wedding, and Paul was a business acquaintance from Phoenix. They had both been casting lustful eyes at the new bride, all the more so after she had cast them back. 




Sally's Slut Stories Ch. 08



Sally felt her pussy tingling from the nasty thoughts that were coursing through her mind at that moment. As she sipped a drink, she looked over at Larry and noticed that his eyes were drooping and his head was rolling drunkenly. A few minutes later, Larry was passed out in his seat. Sally carried on chatting with Sean and Paul as if nothing was wrong, but when she finished her drink, she made a motion to rouse Larry and got very little response. 

"I don't know if I can get him up," Sally said. "Do you think you guys could help me carry him upstairs?" 

Sean and Paul looked at each other for a moment, then grinned and said they would. Sally signed for the tab while Sean and Paul each wrapped one of Larry's arms around their shoulders, lifted him up and carried him toward the elevator. As they left, Sally gave the two men her most practiced appraisal. Sean was short, no more than 5-foot-5, if that, but he was muscular. Paul was taller, around six feet, and also well-built. Sally smiled wickedly as she plotted her next move. 

She joined the trio of men on the elevator, and sexual tension crackled as they rode in silence up to the honeymoon suite on the top floor. When they got there, Sally went on ahead with the room key to open the door - and give Sean and Paul a good look at her ass as she sashayed down the hall. She ushered the men into the room, closed the door and helped get Larry positioned on one of the beds in the suite. She pulled his shoes off, then rolled him over so that he was facing the wall. She knew from experience that he was dead to the world and wouldn't disturb them. She turned to Sean and Paul, who were standing a little uncertainly, and asked them if they would like to stay for a nightcap. 

"I need to go freshen up a little," Sally said. "Fix yourselves a drink and make yourselves comfortable." 

Sally walked over to the wet bar and fixed herself a glass of vodka on the rocks, then went into the bathroom. Sean and Paul each fixed a drink, straight soda, then sat down to await Sally's return. 

In the bathroom, Sally quickly removed her dress and located the little outfit she'd planned on wearing for Larry. It was a black see-through waist-length camisole, and a pair of thong panties. She kept her black heels on. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out her vial and spoon and quickly scooped up a couple of blows for each nostril, downed her drink, brushed her teeth, fixed her makeup, took a deep breath and returned to the large room. 

To say Sean and Paul were stunned when Sallty appeared would be understating their response. Their eyes bulged and their mouths dropped open as Sally slowly strutted sexily over to stand in front of them. Her body was trembling with lust and she could feel the juices of her pussy soaking the skimpy panties. 

"Doesn't look like Larry's going to be able to fulfill his husbandly duties," she purred softly. "So I guess you guys are going to have to fill his shoes. Think you're up to it?" 

Both Sean and Paul couldn't help but catch the added inflection when she said the word up, and they each felt a stony hard-on building in their pants. Sean, sitting on Sally's right, and Paul, on her left, each ran a hand up her long, smooth legs, up to her perfect butt, as Sally's head lolled back in mounting passion. Almost at the same time, both men's hands found Sally's steaming pussy and their fingers worked their way in and around the silk-covered mound, spreading her wetness all over her bald puss.  

"Mmmmmmm, yeah," Sally gasped as felt her arousal mounting. "I knew you guys would be able to take care of me." 

"What about him?" Paul asked, pointing to Larry. "Aren't you worried that he'll wake up." 

"Trust me, he's out of it," Sally replied. "When he gets like this, you could bring the entire USC band up here and he wouldn't hear it." 

Paul just nodded and returned to fingering Sally's pussy in earnest now. He and Sean worked their fingers in and out of her juicy slit, and around her throbbing, bloated clit, bringing her closer and closer to a huge climax. Sally didn't want to cum just then, however, so she gently pulled their hands away and hoisted them from their seats. She leaned over slightly and wrapped Sean's mouth in a wet lip lock, running her tongue in his mouth and feeling him respond in kind. Then she gave Paul the same soulful kiss, moaning slightly at the feel of his rough tongue in her mouth. As they kissed, hands were everywhere, feeling her tits, sliding down her back, squeezing burgeoning cocks, and it didn't take long until both men were down to their boxers and t-shirts. 

Turning her attention to Paul, she slowly lifted his t-shirt while Sean got on his knees behind Sally's butt. He lavished licks and kisses on the smooth flesh, then slowly pulled the soaking-wet thong from her butt and down her thighs. Sally was slightly bent over with her legs spread just a little as she licked and lightly chewed on Paul's nipples, which stood out from his hairy chest like shotgun pellets. Then she squealed as she felt Sean's fingers sliding between her legs, opening her pussy and rolling her clit aound. 

Bending over further, Sally gripped the wasitband of Paul's boxer shorts and yanked them down freeing his throbbing-hard cock. Sally stood back up and kissed Paul again, this time a little slower. As she did she gasped as she felt Sean move his face between her legs and begin to lick her pussy from behind. 

Sean got his tongue right between the folds of Sally's pussy with his tongue from behind and began lapping at it almost like a dog. As he tasted her pungent pussy, began to lightly stroke Paul's throbbing-hard cock. After a few minutes, she pulled herself away from Sean's talented tongue, reluctantly, and told him to stand up. 

"I want to see your cock," she said with a pant. She had been pleased to see that Paul was nicely hung, but when Sean pulled his t-shirt off and dropped his boxers, Sally's eyes nearly fell out of her sockets, for here was one of the most unusual cocks she'd ever seen. It wasn't long at all, maybe not even as long as Larry's, but it was obscenely fat, with big, low-hanging balls. 

Sally grabbed hold of it and could barely get her hand around it. Nevertheless, she began to work it up and down with her hand. She shared a kiss with each of her new lovers, then dropped to her knees. Still rhythmically stroking Sean's fat cock, she leaned to her right and sucked Paul's cock into her mouth. She took him about halfway, then began to bob up and down on his length, sinking her mouth a little further with each inward thrust. All the while, she was swirling her tongue around the shaft, eliciting a groan of lust from deep in Paul's throat. When she felt his pubic hair tickle her nose, she pursed her lips to make sure even the base of his cock got the oral treatment. 

Then Sally abruptly pulled her mouth slowly, but surely off Paul's cock and licked the underside of his shaft, like a little kid licks an ice cream cone. Satisfied that Paul wasn't going to cum just yet, she slowly stroked his wet cock and turned her attention to Sean. 

She started by licking just the head, spreading his pre-cum all over, before concentrating her attention on the sensitive area just underneath the crown. She worked that area for a few seconds then ran her tongue all the way down his shaft, to the base, and back up to the tip. Opening her mouth as wide as possible, she fed his fat head past her lips and into began to suck him slowly, gently. Her pussy was literally dripping juice all over the carpet as she worked her mouth on this incredible cock and thought about how it was going to feel fucking her. 

Sally was starting to go crazy with lust, but before she went any further, she wanted to prove to herself that she could take all of Sean's cock in her throat. She figured she'd taken Ted successfully, she ought to be able to take this fat boy. So she stuffed his cock into her mouth, to her throat and just about the time she thought she was going to choke on it, she felt his downy hair on her nose. She could only keep it there a few seconds, but that was enough. After that, she knew she was ready to fuck.  

Pulling Sean's cock from her mouth, Sally got up off her knees and walked to the second bed, pulled he covers down, stacked two pillows one atop the other and laid back. She opened her legs wide to show these two men her juicy pussy. She pointed to Paul and beckoned him onto the bed. Paul responded, but he had something he wanted to do first. He crawled between her legs, then bent his head down and slashed his tongue all the way up Sally's angry red pussy, circling her clit as he finished. Then he repeated it again, before settling in to lick, kiss and suck her tangy twat with utter relish. Sally groaned and gasped as her orgasm began to quicken. Her hands clawed at Paul's hair and she thrust her groin upward as if she meant to suck his whole head into her cunt. 

"I think I'd better come up there and help you keep the noise down," Sean said in an amused tone, and he climbed on the bed and rubbed his cock over Sally's lips. Her tongue licked at the proffered cock in a haphazard fashion, and she continued to give out muffled groans as Paul ate her expertly. 

Suddenly, like a rushing freight train, Sally caught her breath, arched her back, then exploded all over Paul's slobbering face, twitching and gasping as her orgasm rocked her to her soul. Paul didn't give her any time to react, but pulled his face away, got up on his knees, pressed his cock to Sally's spasming hole and drove his cock in all the way in one searing thrust. 

"Aggggggggghh!" Sally squalled as Paul fucked his cock up her cunt and began to pump in a brisk, steady rhythm. Sean backed away and sat back down to watch and await his turn, lightly stroking his cock to keep it primed for action. 

Sally never noticed. She was being fucked into the stratosphere by a man who knew what he was doing. She wrapped her arms around Paul's neck and pulled him to her, and wrapped her legs around his waist to keep his cock tightly embedded. Her hips were doing a spastic shimmy as she rotated her wet, clenching cunt around Paul's rampant cock. The camisole stuck wetly to her body as sweat covered her from head to toe. Another powerful climax was rapidly building steam and she wanted to time it just right. 

Paul squeezed his eyes shut as he drilled his cock in Sally's velveteen pussy. He had a girlfriend back in Phoenix that he had always thought had the hottest pussy he'd ever encountered, but Sally had her beaten by a mile. It was incredibly wet, with powerful groin muscles that knew how to grip a man's cock. He was pretty sure this woman had seen more cock than a lot of hookers on Sunset Strip, and he resolved to take every opportunity he could to take advantage of it. 

Sally's body was twitching and trembling as her orgasm began to mount. Paul could also feel the tingling in his spine that told him he was about to burst. His cock was like a locomotive plowing relentlessly in Sally's hot pussy. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer. With a gasp, he threw his head back and fired successive jets of scalding hot cum straight into Sally's womb. 

Almost at the same time, Sally felt the searing, white-hot explosion of a full-body orgasm rip through her body. She gasped and cried out in utter ecstasy as her pussy spasmed around Paul's rocket. They clutched each other as the waves of pleasure crashed around them, and Paul's cock kept firing little microbursts of cum deep in Sally's body. 

As Paul buried his face along Sally's neck and nuzzled her ears, she looked over his shoulder at Sean, whose cannon was an angry purple color. He'd watched the show Sally and Paul had been putting on, and his cock was shiny with a steady flow of pre-cum, so that it looked like he'd been polishing it. Sally's eyes gleamed as she gazed at Sean's cock, and even though she had just had a queen cum, she could feel her body responding to the thought of getting that beauty in her cum-filled pussy. 

"Man, that was nice, I really enjoyed it," Sally said as she lifted Paul's head up. "But it's time to let Sean have some." 

Paul nodded his head and dismounted from Sally's body. As he did, his cock finally slid from her socket, followed by a river of semen. He got up stiffly off the bed, and nodded at Sean. 

"She's all yours, buddy," he said. "Believe me, it's worth the risk." 

Sean just nodded intensely as he climbed on the bed between Sally's widespread legs. She reached up her arms to draw him into her circle of lust, and they kissed passionately, as his cock slithered between her pussy lips and up over her mound. Sally's camisole was stuck wetly to her body, and after a moment or two, he pulled it over her head and tossed it aside, leaving her naked except for her high heels. Bending his head, he filled his hands with Sally's tits, captured one of her nipples with his lips and began to kiss, lick and chew on the stiff bud. He moved to the other breast and gave it the same treatment, sending electric spasms of lust crackling through her body. 

"Ummmm, yah, fuck me with that fat dong," Sally croaked in a voice hoarse from her passion. "I want your big, fat dick in my pussy." 

Sean was silent as he got up on his knees and pressed the fat head to Sally's wet, freshly-fucked cunt. He pushed it past the opening and slid it in as far as it would go. Sally's eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she felt the fat cock slowly scud into her. Radiant sparks of arousal flowed from her pussy every time he backed away and thrust back in, since the girth of his cock hit her clit on each in and out motion. Slowly, but surely, her cunt molded itself to the incredible cock in her pussy. It wasn't filling her the way most of the big cocks she liked, but the intense feeling was like something she hadn't experienced since the last time Ted had fucked her with his massive cock, right before his death. 

As Sean's cock picked up speed, so did Sally's cunt, and she worked herself around the cock in her with utter abandon. Each time Sean filled her as deep as he could, she felt his huge balls slap her wet asshole, and that just added to the welter of sensations that were building inexorably to another stupendous climax. Her head was thrown back in a wordless scream and her hands went up and down Sean's body in an almost demented fashion. 

Suddenly, the dam broke and Sally felt a massive orgasm race up and down her body and she began to keen and moan like a banshee. Fearing that her screams might wake up Larry, Sean quickly pulled out of Sally's convulsing pussy, flipped her over onto her knees. Despite her orgasmic dementia, Sally was with it enough to catch the hint, and pulled one pillow to place under her belly, to give her hips a lift and open her pussy for Sean's renewed assault, and she buried her face in the other pillow so it could muffle her cries as Sean pushed his cock forcefully back into her. 

Just the mere reentry of Sean's fat cock into her furnace was enough to trigger yet another climax and she rolled her hips around and thrust her butt back to get every inch of Sean's fat dick. 

After going to the bathroom and getting a drink, Paul was contemplating getting dressed, but the sight of Sean's fat dong fucking Sally doggy-style regenerated his cock. He began to lightly stroke himself to full hardness, then he got an idea of how he could bring the night to a most satisfactory ending. So he climbed onto the bed, with his back to the wall, pulled Sally's head away from the pillow and waved his cock in her face. He rubbed his leaking dick all over her face, smearing what was left of her make-up, and giving her face a cummy sheen. Sally's mouth lolled open and she grabbed Paul's cock and began sucking him like a madwoman, slobbering and moaning as she drove his cock all the way to the hilt in her throat. 

Quickly, the two men established a brisk push-pull motion with Sally's spastic body. As Paul filled her throat with his meat, Sean would back away, the fat crown brushing her clit every time he did. Over and over they worked Sally like a rag doll, and she just kept spitting out orgasmic spasms. 

It didn't take very much of this action to get Sean teetering on the brink. He gripped Sally's hips with his powerful hands and drove his cock faster and harder in her twitching twat. At the same time, Paul wrapped his hands in Sally's sweaty hair and began fucking her face at a high rate of speed. 

Sean finally succumbed to the feeling of Sally's pussy and with a gasp, he thrust deeply one final time and exploded with eight or nine, maybe 10 hard bursts of cum into her saturated cunt. He felt like he was cumming all the way from his toes and he released his load. Paul watched Sean's facial contortions and felt his second cum of the night boil over from his balls. At the very last second, he ripped his cock from Sally's mouth and sprayed his cum all over her face, sending a streak across an eye, over her nose, onto her cheeks and down her chin before sticking the head back in her mouth for her to catch the last couple of spurts. 

Sally just shuddered almost like a robot as she orgasmed one final time, the twitches of her well-fucked body continuing for long minutes after the rush had subsided and she had slumped onto the pillow in exhaustion. Paul leaned back against the wall, utterly spent, and Sean fell back on his haunches, also done in. As he did, his still semi-hard cock came out of Sally's pussy with an audible pop, and another river of cum flowed out with it, dripped over her bald mound and onto the pillow under her stomach. 

Finally, both men climbed slowly off the bed and began to get dressed, as Sally rolled over onto her side and watched them with lidded eyes. She had a small smile on her face like the cat that ate the canary. She'd gotten what she wanted, and more. She'd gotten fucked better than she was ever likely to get from Larry, who had begun snoring, blissfully unaware of how his wife spent their wedding night. 

When Sean and Paul were finally dressed, Sally got up and kissed them each deeply, thanking them for a wonderful evening, then ushered them out the door. When they had gone, she carefully made up the second bed, walked over to Larry and began pulling his clothes off. When she had him naked, she reached between her legs and grabbed a scoop of the commingled cum from her satisfied pussy and rubbed it all over his flaccid dick, so that when he awoke, he'd think he'd fucked her. 

Then Sally Fountain, nee' Johnson, lay down next to Larry and tried to sleep, but it was difficult. She was still wired from the cocaine she'd taken that night and from the incredible sex she'd had with two men she'd never met before that night, while her husband slept in the next bed. 

Sally knew in her heart that this marriage wasn't going to last, and that eventually it would end disastrously for her. But as she finally found a measure of sleep, she decided that she would ride it for all it was worth as long as she could, and let the chips fall where they may. 

To be continued...