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.