The night was cold and damp, and not even the heavy woolen overcoat seemed capable of keeping out the icy chill. Rona felt the winter severity slice through the coat as if it were a razor made of ice. Stalactites of cold knifed into her again and again, making her shiver continually. Being independent no longer seemed important. Right now, she would have traded her independence for a warm bed.
Her youthful life story had been the exact reverse of most young girls. She was a big city girl who had hated living in a metropolis, and since she had no parents, her older brother, her only guardian, had been ultra-strict in bringing her up. She hadn't been able to stand him, and so she'd packed up and walked out. She was a mere sixteen, though she looked much more mature with her huge breasts and sorrowful eyes. But her brother had warned her, if she walked out he wouldn't go chasing after her, nor would he bother calling the police to find her. If she was wanton enough to leave his good house, He had no use for her as a sister.
So Rona Versi, with a single suitcase and four hundred dollars she had saved, had left the city and had come to the small suburb where she'd gotten a room for forty dollars a week at a boarding house. There were no meals served at the boarding house, but Rona had gotten a job as a waitress at a diner on the other side of the village, and so had two meals a day in addition to earning eighty-five dollars a week-plus tips.
Usually she took the late bus across the village from the diner to her boarding house, but she'd had to work a little later that particular night, and the bus was no longer running. It was a good three mile walk, but Rona knew her legs were the only things that would take her to her room, and so she'd put on her coat and started walking.
And that was when the whole crazy thing started.
While walking along Main Street, Rona had been stopped by a police cruiser. The officers, both of whom ate at the diner from time to time, seemed to know her, yet they behaved as if she were a perfect stranger. They were arresting her, and the charge, strange as it sounded, was street-walking . . . hustling . . . prostitution. That anyone should be arrested in the Village of Sumner for prostitution was, in itself, ludicrous. The "working girls" operated almost openly, though discreetly, and paid off the local police. Rona even knew a few of the girls, and they confided to her that they'd given various officers of the law more than one "free ride" in addition to paying them off. They had also teased her, telling her she would never make a good hooker. She had too innocent a face, and a man would feel guilty defiling the body attached to such a pure face, even if a body as voluptuous as Rona's.
Yet here she was, being arrested, and there was no way she could understand why. She hadn't been standing still. She hadn't even asked anyone for directions, much less made any kind of offer. Why then, had the police arrested her?
The police station was warmer than the subfreezing temperature outside, but the atmosphere seemed as cold. The desk sergeant treated her with the indifference she assumed he reserved for all people brought in, but it was a chilly indifference and she didn't like it.
They were terrifying her, talking among themselves about booking her, putting her in a cell, keeping her there until the magistrate appeared in court, Monday morning, and here it was Saturday evening. She was a good, clean, hard working girl, and now, all of a sudden, two crazy policemen, both of whom had seen her dozens of times at the diner, suddenly decided to haul her in on a charge of prostitution while the real prostitutes were still out there plying their trade.
"Just a minute, sergeant," a voice suddenly broke through all the others.
Rona looked up and saw him. He was almost six feet tall, with jet black hair combed in the new mod style-covering the tops of his ears though almost short in back. His dark blue overcoat was open, and she could see his slender, solid body, clad in a black suit.
He had large brown eyes, a medium, straight Roman nose, thin lips, and a firm, solid chin and jawline. His voice was crisp and rang with authority, though he couldn't have been more than twenty-six or twenty-seven, himself.
He walked straight up to the desk and said: "What are the charges against this girl?"
"Soliciting," the sergeant replied. "She was picked up on Main Street by Paul and Tom. They oughtta know if a chick's on the make or not."'
"Those two don't know their asses from their elbows," the dark man snapped. "Besides, look at her. It's plain your men have made a mistake. She's much too young to be in the trade."
"They start young nowadays, Mr. Manset. Don't let that innocent face fool you. She's probably past twenty-five."
"Did your men actually see her accost anyone?"
"Well, no, but.. . "
"But nothing. I want her released. Mrs. Sumner will assume full responsibility."
"Can't do that sir, unless you're willin' to see to it Mrs. Sumner assumes the total obligation. I mean, according to the ID we found in her billfold, she lives in a boarding house. Mrs. Sumner can't very well look after her if she goes on livin' there."
"What's your name?" the man called Manset asked Rona.
"R-Rona," she replied, trembling.
"Rona, if I see to it you're released from here, would you be willing to come with me to Mrs. Sumner's house? You don't have to, you know. You're under no obligation."
"Please," Rona told him, almost whispering. "I'll do almost anything to get out of here."
"Fine. I'll have the sergeant release you in Mrs. Sumner's custody. Well go to your room, pick up your clothing, and I'll bring you to Mrs. Sumner's home," he told her. "If the sergeant has any questions I'm certain he can find you there."
Things were moving too quickly for Rona. She couldn't understand what was happening. Why should the widow of the town patriarch be willing to assume any responsibility for her? And if the woman ever learned Rona was a mere sixteen, might she not send the girl to reform school? She was not supposed to be working. That, by itself, was against the law.
Twenty minutes later, Rona, in the passenger seat of the large Buick, was riding through the gates leading to the Sumner Mansion, a regal-looking structure in the northeast section of the village.
"Why?" she asked Manset, who was driving. "Why should Mrs. Sumner do this?"
"She's the proverbial good Samaritan," Manset explained. "She insists I stop in at the police station once a night and see if any deserving young girl is in any kind of trouble. She was a young girl who, before she was twenty, had also been helped. She wants to share her good fortune with other young girls."
"Only girls?" Rona asked.
'Tor the present," Manset nodded. "She doesn't believe in bringing more than one gender into her home at a time. All kinds of trouble could erupt. Now, you do exactly as you're told, and by the time you leave here, you may very well find yourself quite well off."
"You make it sound as if I'm going to stay here for a long time," Rona said.
"Just how long is up to you," Bob Manset smiled. "But the longer you stay, the better it will be for you."
"It still doesn't really make sense," Rona shrugged, getting out of the car once it had stopped.
"It doesn't have to," Manset told her, taking out a key and unlocking the front door.
"Do you live here, too?" Rona asked.
"Oh yes," Manset nodded. "Mrs. Sumner is very insistent on that. She's been my patroness for quite a few years. She saw me through law school at a time when she would allow no ladies into the house, and I've become her personal attorney. She trusts me completely."
"How many other girls has she helped?" Rona asked, following Manset into a dark, elegant, Victorian-styled living room. They walked through, entered a hallway, then climbed a flight of stairs.
At the top of the stairs. Manset walked the length of the hallway carrying Rona's single suitcase containing her belongings. He ushered her into a warmly furnished room with a large, old-fashioned four poster bed against the right wall.
"Mrs. Sumner has helped three other girls in the past eight years since her husband died. She helped me while the Senator was still living. Now you wait here while I go tell Mrs. Sumner you're here. You can wash up if you wish. You have a private bathroom over there, on the left."
Manset left Rona and she sat on the comfortable bed, both curious and overwhelmed. Why should such a thing happen to her? It made no sense. There was every possibility Mrs. Sumner might very well throw her out of the house.
Taking off her wool coat, Rona put it on the bed. She stared at her reflection in the dresser mirror and decided her hair could do with a bit of combing. Whenever it fluffed out wildly, the way it was at that moment, it made her look a bit mousy.
While Rona was combing her hair, Bob Man-set was walking downstairs. He bypassed the living room and entered a small room just beyond.
Inside the den, Joan Sumner sat in an old Victorian wing chair. She was staring into the fire burning in an ornate fireplace. Her short brown hair, had touches of gray, but her hairdresser had turned the gray to silver. Her face was first becoming lined. She was thin, but with a full figure where it counted. And despite her fifty-three years, her body was as taut as that of any teenager.
She looked up as Manset entered. He stared back at her and nodded. "She's here. The police setup worked perfectly. I think you'll find her properly grateful."
"But will I find her receptive?" Joan Sumner wondered.
"I don't think she'll have much to argue about," Manset answered. "It's either what you want, or back to the police."
"Is she really as innocent-looking as those policemen claimed?"
'Tom and Paul know better than to try and foist a ringer on you. Turn on the TV monitor and see for yourself."
"I'm anxious to, and yet, I'm so afraid of disappointment. It's been a long while since I've found a truly innocent girl."
"She's as innocent as she is innocent-looking," Manset assured her. "As innocent as she will be knowledgeable when she leaves here."
"Substitute the word corrupted for knowledgeable," Joan Sumner sighed. "I'm sorry, Robert. I can't help myself. I controlled myself all those years my husband was alive, but once he died, leaving the control of the entire village in my hands, I realized I could cater to any whim, and I've always had this thing about tainting the pure. I love innocent people, male or female."
"I know," Manset nodded, sighing. "No one knows better than I."
"Don't pretend to be so upright and righteous," she snapped, her dark eyes burning into him. "You've surpassed me."
"I admit to devirginizing all those innocent females," Manset nodded. "But only after all they had left was their virginity. You took their real innocence from them. I only administered the coup-de-grace, for which most were actually grateful."
"Why, Robert?" Joan Sumner asked angrily. "Why should they be grateful? Were their experiences with me so harrowing?"
"Not at all," Manset assured her. "But the women wanted to be reassured that they were women and not the mere playthings of a bull dyke."
"And so you reassured them with that horse-sized cock of yours."
"In all the years you used it, you never complained," Manset pointed out. "And you did admit it wasn't exclusively yours. You agreed, as long as I helped you do whatever you wished to them, once you were through with them I could do as I pleased with them"
"I thought you would rape them, and perhaps kill them afterward, getting rid of all the so-called witnesses against us. But no, you not only taught them not to be afraid any longer, you made them yearn for that long, fat prick of yours, so much so, you blackmailed them into silence by promising to withhold your thing from them should they ever tell anyone what happened here. With the three girls you're satisfying now, I'm surprised you have time for any new ones. I'm even more surprised at how you manage to keep me content, in addition."
"You have an unusually strong sex drive," Manset admitted. "In the beginning, I was really afraid I'd never be able to keep up with you, much less the others. As for blackmailing them into silence, it's much neater than getting involved in anything as messy as killing. Besides, I have a tender conscience where human life is concerned. I think everyone born has a right to live his or her life out to its natural conclusion. Now, before we start arguing the semantics of good and bad, take a look at our latest prize. I think you'll agree, she's the best-looking one I've ever brought you."
Together, Manset and Joan walked to a corner of the room and stood in front of a bookcase. Joan reached out and slid a false front aside. Behind it was a television screen. Joan pressed a button revealing a long, wide-angle glimpse of the room where Manset had taken Rona. She was nowhere in sight, but a light corning from beneath the closed bathroom door let them know where she was.
Joan turned a switch, and the picture on the screen changed from the bedroom to the bathroom. Rona was naked and lying in a tub of hot water. But even with the water almost hiding the girl's body, it was obvious she was beautifully constructed. Her large, pink-nippled breasts floated on top of the water, their dark pink aureoles large, inviting sunsets of color. The rest of the girl's skin was milk-white. She had a narrow waist, medium hips, and a very thick, dark bush of short, curly hair at the apex between her long, slim thighs. If the girl had a flaw anywhere, it was her calves. They were on the skinny side, and though the girl was relaxing in the tub, her eyes were open, as if she were straining to hear every little sound.
"She does have an innocent face," Joan agreed. "Those large eyes and that small, upturned nose, and those full, red lips seem to be begging to learn. And I think now is as good a time as any, don't you, Robert? Let's visit her, right now."
CHAPTER TWO
Rona had stripped off her clothes and had gotten into the hot tub as a preventive measure, more than anything else. The chill night air had caused an uneasiness in her chest, and she wanted wet heat as quickly as possible. She no longer cared why the village matriarch was taking an interest in her. All she cared about was keeping her health. She assumed she would still have to go to work the following Monday, and she had to be healthy.
The hot water soaked into her body, working out all the aches and pains, making the nightmare at the police station almost a forgotten incident. She still couldn't figure out how those policemen could make such an obvious error, especially after having seen her working at the diner these past weeks. One had even questioned her, and she'd lied, telling him she was twenty. When she hadn't been able to produce anything written to back up her statement, the policeman had told her to forget it.
The water in the tub was becoming tepid. It was time to get out and dry up. She was certain Mrs. Sumner might want to speak with her any moment, now.
Getting out of the tub, she wrapped herself in a huge, oversized white towel, luxuriating in the fluffy feeling against her tender skin. She had been careful not to let her hair get wet. It was pinned into an upsweep on top of her head.
With the towel still wrapped around her, she walked into the bedroom where she'd left her clothing on the bed. But her clothes were gone, the bedroom door was shut, and now she saw the slender woman, wearing a white robe, standing across the room
"Y-you startled me," she said to Joan, clutching the towel more tightly around her.
"You're modest," Joan observed, seeing the way she held the towel "That's the first thing you'll have to learn to forget. In this house there's no false modesty."
"I'm afraid I don't follow you," Rona replied.
"The towel, dear girl. The towel. Drop it. I want to see what you look like."
"No," Rona replied, shaking her head.
"It might be wise to listen to Mrs. Sumner," the voice of Bob Manset said, and Rona turned to see him standing near the dresser.
"But.. . I mean . . . I can't expose myself just like that," Rona replied, terror creeping into her slender body.
"You mean you're not used to it," Manset nodded. "But you'll get used to it The others did, and you will, too."
"No!" Rona all but screamed, clutching the towel as if her life depended on remaining covered.
"Strip her!" Joan Sumner ordered, not wanting to bother wasting words.
"Oh please don't," Rona begged, backing away as Manset approached her. "Look, just let me get dressed and leave. I won't, say anything about this."
"To whom?" Manset asked, coming closer. "The police certainly wouldn't believe you if you did talk. Neither would anyone else in the village. If you left here, it would be to return to the police station, and from there to Juvenile Hall, and eventually you'd be convicted of streetwalking and end up in a girls' reformatory."
"But I never solicited anyone," Rona began crying.
"Who'll believe you?" Manset asked, coming closer. "Rona, I've checked you out very carefully. Over the past three weeks, I've managed to piece together your entire life, ever since you were pointed out to us. You have exactly one relative, a stuffy, overly religious brother who doesn't give a damn what happens to you. You came here to get away from him and people like him. Well you can make an entirely new life for yourself here, provided you do as you're told. But let me tell you right now, whether or not you do things willingly, you'll do them. You'll do exactly as Mrs. Sumner says because you'll find it's easier than fighting her."
'Tm getting out of here," Rona screamed.
"Like that, clad only in a towel? No Rona, you'll do precisely what you're told to do, and the sooner you realize that, the sooner we're all going to get along."
Manset reached out and grabbed the towel.
"No!" Rona screamed, clutching it tightly. "You're crazy, both of you."
"Perhaps," Joan Sumner nodded. "But we enjoy our craziness. And you will too, after awhile."
She approached Rona from the other side, and in holding up a hand to ward the woman off, Rona eased the hold she had on the towel. Man-set yanked hard, and away it came.
The girl screamed, covering her breasts with one hand and her fulcrum with the other. Her eyes, normally very large, were even wider with horror as the two stood there, looking at her.
"She's perfect," Joan Sumner agreed. "You chose well, Robert. There'll be a bonus for you. "Now suppose you warm her up for me."
"What are you going to do?" Rona babbled. "Don't come near me. Don't hurt me."
"No," Manset told her. "No one is going to hurt you. In fact, after awhile you'll probably find all this very pleasant. The more you fight me, the harder it'll be. Just do as I tell you and you'll be all right."
"Oh God!" Rona cried, backing away toward the bed. "You're going to rape me, and then kill me."
"No," Manset assured her. "No one's going to rape you, certainly not in the sense you think. And as for killing you, that's ridiculous. That'd be the biggest waste of woman-flesh I've ever known. But stop fighting me."
"I can't," Rona cried, feeling the bed touch her legs, realizing she couldn't back away any further. "Please don't hurt me, for God's sake."
"I wouldn't dream of hurting you," Manset mumbled, hypnotically, coming closer, seeing her body shiver with fright. Her tits shook, moving deliriously up and down, making him salivate.
Manset realized he wanted her, and he wanted her badly. Only Joan Sumner's rein on him held him in check, otherwise he would have raped the girl then and there.
He was standing right next to her now, looking into her large brown eyes, and the very fear in them made the heat in him grow even hotter. He wanted to fuck this young thing. He wanted to fuck her front, rear, and everywhere. His hand reached out to touch her face, and she screamed as his fingers touched her cheek.
"Relax," he muttered, himself trembling, fighting to keep himself under control
"Don't hurt me," she begged, suddenly throwing her body against his, pressing her large, swollen breasts into his chest. He could feel her nipples digging through the cloth of his shirt as his arms went around her, clutching her tightly to him. He could feel her body heat coming through, and when she turned her face up to his, his lips came down on hers. She tried pulling back, but Manset just kept moving forward, and suddenly the two of them were falling, tumbling onto the bed. Manset was on top and could feel her tits push even harder against him as his weight came down on her. , Rona's thighs parted as she fell, and when her buttocks hit the mattress she suddenly realized she had the weight of Manset's crotch pressing into her cunt. She could feel a strange, different kind of hardness pressing through his trousers, rubbing itself against her wet split. The zipper hurt a bit, pulling her hairs, but overpowering the pain was the sensation of the hardness moving up and down in her hot, heretofore untouched crack. She was making his pants wet, but he didn't seem to notice. His mouth was on hers, stifling any scream, cutting off her breath, pulling her tongue from her own mouth and sucking on it. His teeth were actually biting into her tongue, and then, when she finally managed to pull her tongue back into her mouth, she felt his own tongue probing, rubbing her gums, counting her teeth, lining the insides of her lips.
Rona was so terrified she forgot to struggle. For a moment she lay there limply, letting his tongue search her mouth, feeling his chest press against her enlarging nipples, and feeling that odd hardness pressing between her thighs, causing her to water all the more and make his pants even wetter.
"That's enough, Robert," the voice of Joan Sumner broke in. "She belongs to me, now."
With tremendous difficulty, Bob Manset took his body from Rona's, exposing her supine self to Joan's eyes. The older woman stared at Rona's wet, juicing twat, admiring the rich pinkness barely showing beneath the jungle of dark curls.
Like Manset, Joan was salivating, staring hungrily at the girl's full, voluptuous torso.
While Manset had been wrestling with Rona, Joan had taken the opportunity to undress, and now Rona stared at the slim, almost thin body above hers, with small, firm breasts jutting out, barely sagging. The woman's flesh was hardly wrinkled. Her waist was narrow, even narrower than Rona's, but her hips, thighs, and calves were fuller, revealing Joan to be better built than most women twenty years younger than she.
"No," Rona screamed, turning and twisting in an attempt to avoid the approaching Joan.
But Bob Manset had anticipated her resistance, and from the other side of the bed was now pinning her shoulders to the mattress with his hands, holding her firmly down. Rona could barely move her head, much less her body, and she saw Joan coming closer.
"Don't be frightened," the older woman whispered. "I don't want to hurt you. I want you to enjoy everything, and learn to enjoy giving as well as receiving."
"It's wrong," Rona wept. "It's a sin."
"Who says so?" Joan asked. "Where in the Bible does it state the sinfulness of two women enjoying one another? Two men, yes. But there is nothing about two women. You and I are women, Rona. Don't fight me."
"But my brother and the priest both said . . . "
"You ran away from your brother, Rona. Why?"
"He . . . was too . . . strict . . . too overbearing . . . "
"And now you want to fall back on the very things you've run away from? Listen to me, Rona," Joan whispered, her face very close to the terrified girl. "Do as I say, and let me do as I please, and I promise you'll never be sorry. There have been three girls before you. All three still live here. All three have high-paying jobs, and all three are free to leave any time they wish. When they came here they were as naive as you, yet not one would trade what she knows now for her former existence."
"It's corrupt," Rona whimpered.
"Then who is to say such corruption isn't pleasant? Rona, no one will violate your inner body for as long as you so wish. But I'm determined to love you, and I'm just as determined to have you love me. I tell you right now, you will eventually love me. I don't mean you will do physical things. I mean you will come to emotionally love me, just as the other three have learned. The only question with you is, how long will you take?"
"Please," Rona sobbed. "I'm a good girl. I never hurt anyone. I don't even know what you really want."
"Of course you don't," Joan assured her, letting a slender hand move across Rona's body, her palm smoothly rubbing Rona's nipples. She was pleased to see the nubs semi-erect, which meant despite her fear, Rona was capable of being aroused. "If you knew what I wanted you wouldn't be the innocent girl I so desperately need. Don't ask why. Rona. All I know is, I must feel as if I'm contaminating the purity of a true virgin, like yourself. Now we've talked enough. It's time for us to enjoy one another."
"Oh no," Rona wailed, and her moan was cut off as Joan's lips were pressed against hers.
Rona's arms and shoulders were still pinned by Bob Manset, and though she tried whipping her head from side to side, Joan locked her mouth to Rona's lips, licking them with. her tongue, breathing hot air against them, while pressing her own taut body against Rona's full tits, thrilling to the sensation of the younger girl's nipples as they raked her own flesh. The fullness of Rona's breasts, pushing against her, cushioning her body, made Joan feel even hotter. These were untouched breasts being defiled for the first time, and the knowledge that she was doing the vitiating made Joan burn with excitement. It had been many, many months since she'd touched a girl this pure.
Rona tried kicking, but Joan was firmly between her thighs. She, too, could feel the pebble hardness of the older woman's extended nipples as she rubbed her body against hers, and though she attempted to close her mind to what was happening, Rona, despite the pressure of Bob Manset's arms on her shoulders, was beginning to feel a strange heat working its way into her.
She shuddered and gasped as she felt Joan Sumner's hairy crotch press into hers. She writhed in an attempt to get out from under the woman, but it only served to increase the friction against her groin. The bristles on the older woman's pelvis were scrubbing against Rona's now sopping pussy, and each time Joan rubbed a bit harder, Rona felt a bolt of lightning blast through her.
Gasping, Rona opened her mouth, hoping to draw in some air, but all she got was a mouthful of the older woman's tongue. The tongue, like Bob Manset's earlier, explored the cavern of her mouth as if seeking some hidden treasure.
Joan changed her position just the slightest, and suddenly Rona felt strange, wet, bumpy flesh rubbing between her thighs. Joan had maneuvered her clitoris so that it pressed against Rona's, and the younger girl felt charged, as if electricity was shooting through her. The two extended clits now seemed to be seeking one another, rubbing hard, turning bright red with blood filling both.
Joan was already going into mild paroxysms, as if in the throes of tiny epileptic fits. Her body churned and bucked against Rona's, and all the younger girl could do was lie there, unable to move without increasing the rousing sensations shooting through her own body.
"Wonderful," Joan whispered, lifting her mouth from Rona's. "You won't admit it, but I can feel your body responding. Yes, you're learning to enjoy this. You won't admit it just yet, but eventually, when you open your mind, you'll realize there is no sin in permitting your body to indulge itself in the utmost of physical pleasure. The real sin is in self-denial."
"Please, please," Rona whimpered softly, afraid to scream. "Don't do these things to me, they're wrong."
"No, dear girl," Manset told her, staring upside down into her eyes. "As Mrs. Sumner will prove, the only wrong thing is denying your body what it deserves."
"Kiss her, Robert," Joan ordered.
With his arms still holding her shoulders against the mattress, Manset lowered his face to Rona's and once again began probing into her mouth with his tongue, as if trying to find something Joan Sumner's tongue might have missed. He was pleasantly surprised to feel a mild response on the part of the girl. She wouldn't admit it, he knew, but even though her mind was still refusing to accept what was happening, her body was responding in the predicted manner.
Rona lay there, her eyes shut, completely unaware her tongue was dueling with Manset's. She was whispering a few prayers in the hope she might wake up in her bed at the boarding house, finding this all to be a bad dream.
She shivered as she felt hot, moist lips, as well as a flicking tongue move across her throat. She'd have squeezed her chin against her body had Bob Manset not had her mouth pressed to his. The darting tongue seemed to flick in and out, making spotted patterns along her breast bone. She squirmed and writhed as the mouth worked lower. She knew the lips were going to fasten on at least one of her nipples, and a moment later she felt the lips surround the extended, sensitive pinkness making her squirm all the more as hot moisture rubbed her flesh.
Rona was unaware of orgasms. As a "good girl" she had never learned about sex, and so knew nothing about climactic feelings. Therefore, she was unaware of just what it was that overpowered her as the lips and tongue continued pressuring her nipple while the woman's wet center continued rubbing against her own moist pussy. She suddenly found herself sucking wildly on Manset's tongue, and though his hands still held her shoulders down she was clenching her fists. Her lower half literally bucked, lifting Joan Sumner about a half inch off the bed, and the very action caused a reaction in the older woman, who had been enjoying an endless series of minor orgasms. Realizing Rona was experiencing one, Joan became even more aroused and felt her first big climax of the night take hold. It whipped through her with the speed of a violent cyclone.
This was going to be the best of the lot, she thought. Yes, Rona would eventually come around and become better than all three of the others, combined. She had to taste every part of this girl.
She began sliding down, licking with her tongue, nibbling the other nipple for a moment, then working on the young girl's flat abdomen. She formed squiggly, moist patterns all over the girl's belly, and she noticed Rona wasn't fighting quite as strongly. There was still some resistance. There had to be. The girl's religious training was still ingrained and strong.
Rona felt the weight of Bob Manset's hands leave her shoulders, though his lips remained clamped against hers. She knew she might be able to shove him now, and she might even be able to push Mrs. Sumner away, but long before she could get to the door they'd be on her and holding her down again. Better to let them finish their unholy sin, and then perhaps they'd let her go.
Manset's tongue continued twining around hers, and she found herself involuntarily clasping the back of his head. She shuddered once as his hands reached out and began tweaking her nipples while he continued kissing her. That, combined with the mouth now at her navel, was making her feel emotions she'd never known to exist before. Whether they were right or wrong, they were certainly different. And since Mrs. Sumner had promised her inner body wouldn't be violated, that her cherry would remain intact, Rona thought it best to let them finish having their way.
Now, as Manset's tongue licked her gums and his fingers caused static to shoot through each nipple, Rona squirmed and Joan Sumner's face pressed more deeply into her body, licking through her dark forest of curly pubic hairs.
What was the woman about to do? Rona wondered.
An instant later, she had the answer as the teasing, lapping tongue lapped against her tender pussylips. She shuddered, trying to close her thighs, but Joan Sumner's body was keeping them spread wide apart. The slithery tongue pressed the flaps of her virgin pathway farther and farther apart. A warm, liquid stickiness came seeping from her burning cunt, and the lunging tongue licked it all up. Then the hot, tantalizing oral digit knifed between her slick labia, literally slurping up and down, sucking all the juices from the hair-ringed furrow. The knowledgeable tongue speared and plunged between the ultra-sensitive walls of her tantalized cunt, urging more and more seepage from it. Then the tongue came sliding out and pressed against the upstanding clit, and Rona felt as if a forest fire had blazed its way through her. Hard, pressuring lips surrounded the sensitive nubbin, pressing it, rubbing it, sucking it, lapping it, until the sensitive pearl of feeling was firmly, but gently, gripped between two teeth. Then the teeth began chewing, slowly, carefully, fully aware of how sensitive the teardrop-shaped extension felt
And then the working lips were pursing and releasing her clit so her tongue could once again part Rona's slick labia. Rona felt warm air being breezily blown into her blazing channel, and bounced when once again, the slick tongue knifed in and slurped out all the juices. This sent erotic messages to her entire body, and now she completely relaxed, surrendering herself to the wild, crazy sensations she was enjoying.
Once again, fingers began squeezing her nipples, pressing them with just enough pressure to build a new wave of heat into her virgin body. Manset's palms carefully stroked the nut-shaped points while he gently kissed her in the valley between her tits. He caressed her with practiced experience, and her already inflamed self was fast becoming a blazing inferno. These were sensations Rona had never had the slightest inkling existed, before.
The man's working tongue lapped across her body, touching one nipple, then returning to the other, seeing each had equal attention, so that each could stand up to its full length. And the whole time, Rona continued massaging the back of his neck, almost pulling him down. Her instincts now had complete control of her, shutting off the switches controlling her reason, her morals and her upbringing. Her environment had been completely overpowered. Her conscience had been temporarily lulled to sleep.
Her thighs were wide apart now, and if she could have parted them further, she would have. That unnerving tongue, probing into her steaming snatch, was almost as effective as a hot, hard penis. She wasn't being raped, but the experience of that tongue moving in and out of her flaming hole made her wish she could be raped.
No wonder women were so anxious to surrender their virginity. No wonder so many families had lots of children. Since feeling it, this was something she knew she'd never again be able to do without. All those religious married women who didn't believe in contraception were willing to have huge families just so they could go on enjoying these very sensations.
And who suppressed a woman's being able to enjoy these emotions? Men, of course. It was all right for them to go out and enjoy themselves to the fullest, often cheating on their wives, but it was sinful, according to these same men, for an unmarried girl to entertain thoughts of such enjoyment
A whole new world had been opened up to Rona. Sin? Perhaps. But if that were the case, quite a few so-called religious bluenoses committed similar sins, hiding it. She'd seen more than one pillar of the village community meet with a "working girl" at the diner. She'd shut her mind to it at the time because her mind refused to let her think evil of any so-called good man.
If this was sin, then Rona would be a sinner, because now, as one mouth sucked on her nipples and another licked her cunt, she had to admit she liked what she felt. She understood why Mrs. Sumner enjoyed sex so much, though she still couldn't comprehend why the woman had the urge to pick on innocent girls.
No matter, this wasn't the time to think of whys and wherefores. This was the time to enjoy. As promised, there had been no pain. In fact, not only had they not hurt her, but they had asked nothing of her. They had made her the recipient of this total pleasure.
Her loins pressed hard against the older woman's face, her hot cunt thrilling to the slurping tongue making its way in and out of her. The woman was eagerly sucking Rona's flaming, sopping pussy, and Rona was responding to the tonguing by grinding her hips wildly, thrusting her pubis at the woman's eager face.
Convulsions began shooting off inside her twitching cunt. They enlarged inside her, building from that hidden recess deep within, and now they began coming to the fore, swelling to a huge version of the little feelings she'd been experiencing earlier.
Bob Manset stopped kissing her and released the hold he'd had on her nipples. He caressed her brow, seeing the fevered look in her eyes, knowing what was about to happen.
Rona heaved her center up again and again, knowing the feeling was coming and there was no way she could hold it back. She was birthing irregularly, hoarse gulps coming from her throat as she coughed, yielding herself totally and completely to this oncoming, overpowering ecstasy. Her mouth split in a wide grin as she began wailing like a female wildcat.
"Waaaaaaawwwaaw . . . eeeeyaahhhhhh," her voice issued forth, sounding like some demon from hell. The uncontrollable pulsations of climax began throbbing within her, and suddenly her vaginal muscles, never before used, began expanding and contracting at an eye-blinking rate. She writhed and twisted until she suddenly found herself blasting off the top of the mountain, shooting straight up into the air, and then plunging down into the abyss of eternal satisfaction. Her thighs bounced wildly, slamming the rubbery buttocks of her small, luscious ass into the bed's thick foam-rubber mattress, while the older woman's mouth continued sucking strongly at her slavering nookie.
"Don't stop," she heard a voice scream. "Don't stop. Oh God! Don't stop!" And suddenly she realized it was she who was screaming.
"Oh sweet Jesus!" she whimpered finally, sinking into the mattress, letting her thighs open.
The last bit of satisfaction had been coaxed from her by Joan Sumner's expert tongue as it darted and probed deeply into her womanly tunnel, insatiably squeezing every last bit of feeling from her orgasmic pit.
Rona lay there, a limp, washed-out rag, unable to move. She felt her muscles completely relaxing, and knew there was nothing she could do but lie there, nor was there anything she wanted to do.
"Robert," she heard a hoarse voice call out, and turning her head, saw Joan Sumner crawling up onto the bed next to her, saliva dripping from her mouth.
"Yes Joan," Manset responded, and turning her head, Rona could see Manset was undressing. "I'm corning," he was saying.
Tired as she was, Rona was unable to close her eyes. She watched as Manset undressed before her, and when he stripped off his pants she stared at the huge log he sported. She knew men had a penis between their thighs. She'd seen a picture of Michelangelo's David, once. But the statue had a small, wormy-looking thing. This was a thick, long, hard bit of stiffness, and Rona couldn't believe the man could walk around attached to such a monster.
"Fuck me, now," Joan yelled, her thighs spread wide apart.
She watched Manset mount the older woman, poise his throbbing cock between her thighs, and then plunge it straight in. She listened as Joan actually sighed, accepting the full length of the thick pole, all the way into her cunt. Rona could see the massive truncheon riding all the way in, right up to the hilt.
Rona felt the bed bounce wildly as Manset plunged his solid meat into the woman again and again, ramming it in as if he actually hoped to hurt her. In fact, from where Rona lay, it looked like the man was actually trying to spike her down to the mattress with his hard, heavy nail. He plunged in violently again and again, but Joan was meeting him thrust for thrust, their bodies slamming against one another in a mad, insane beat.
"Fuck harder, fuck harder, fuck harder," Joan murmured in cadence to the way he was slamming his hard cock into her.
The woman was sighing in ecstatic pleasure, apparently relieved at the way he was hurtling his tree trunk into her. To Rona, Manset's ass seemed to be moving with the speed of lightning as it vibrated back and forth. And that hard prick of his looked to be so long, Rona was certain Joan had the meat pressing into her belly, by now.
And yet, Joan seemed to be in the same position Rona had been in only minutes before. On her back, her ass bouncing on the bed, she was straining to part her thighs all the wider to accept the full length and breadth of Manset's driving prick. Finally unable to open her thighs any wider, Joan gave up and wrapped them tightly around Manset's waist. She tugged hard, pulling him into her, her heels kicking into the air.
Manset rammed into her all the more fiercely, running his rigid cock deeper and deeper. He was panting now, a little short of breath as her thighs inexorably tightened around him like two anacondas squeezing a helpless victim.
"You fuck better each time," she wheezed, bouncing in continual rhythm to the way he threw his hard meat into her, luxuriating in the way he hammered into her again and again.
Joan loved Manset's cock. Her husband hadn't been much of a lover in his last few years, and when the man had died, Joan had taken on a whole slew of male lovers, but none had been satisfactory. Then she had gone to Juvenile Court one day, and there she had seen Bob Manset, a straggling young apprentice attorney, just about twenty years old. He had been so utterly uncorrupt and handsome, she'd had to meet him, and once she had, she'd decided she'd had to be fucked by him.
Luring him into her bed had proved no problem at all. Keeping him there had been another matter. She'd had to turn all her law business over to him, and Bob Manset, struggling young apprentice attorney, suddenly became the most powerful lawyer in the village of Sumner.
The first time she'd seen his immense cock, she'd decided it had to belong to her. She knew, in order to keep him, she'd have to let him exercise so mighty a weapon on other women, as well, but it would be reserved mainly for her. She'd felt it fill her cunt to its deepest depth, as well as fill her rectum. And she often swallowed it, thrilling to its two and a quarter inches of solid breadth. Although she'd never measured its length, she knew it was close to nine inches long.
Now she began bouncing all the more wildly, fucking her body all the way up, letting her flaming cunt swallow the entire length of his bludgeoning cock. It pounded into her over and over, building her to the ultimate crisis. Even then, she tried bringing it on more quickly, but couldn't. With her heels hooked around him, she clung tenaciously to him, waiting for the inevitable, and it finally arrived when Manset unleashed a load of boiling gism deep into her womb, torrents of the hot white goo filling her cunt as the huge meat spur blasted into her again and again. It set her off, and she had her wildest orgasm of the evening, actually blacking out for a few moments. And then she lay there, spent, his thick meat inside her, shrinking, but oh so comforting.
CHAPTER THREE
For the fourth time that night, Rona woke from a fitful nightmare. For the fourth time she didn't realize where she was until the firmness of the mattress and the softness of the blanket around her naked skin reminded her of what had happened earlier.
By now she was terribly confused. She lay there in the darkness, staring up and seeing nothing, wondering about the right and the wrong of all that had transpired. At first she'd thought Joan Sumner to be crazy. The woman had pressed her own naked body against that of Rona's, and Rona hadn't been able to determine, what, if any, kind of pleasure could be received from such an action. Then, when Joan had ground her hips back and forth so obscenely, Rona had felt that strange titillation at that sensitive point where her vagina began. She'd never realized what kind of feelings could emanate from there. It had been a new, totally different sensation. And much as she'd hated to admit it, Rona had liked it. She'd liked it even more when Joan Sumner had buried her face between Rona's thighs and Rona could feel the woman's tongue wildly licking away at that same spot until Rona was completely overwhelmed by a perception she'd never known before. It swept over her like a huge tidal wave, carrying her to the highest peak of inner sensation she'd ever known. And when it was over, she felt as weak as a fish out of water. All she had been able to do was lie there and think about the feeling.
She'd never noticed what Joan and Bob Man-set were doing. She didn't care. All that mattered was the wild, insane feeling still tingling through her arteries, veins, and nerve centers.
She was smart enough to realize she'd had her first sexual experience, even if it was with a female. She was also smart enough to know this would not be the end of it. Joan Sumner had this fetish for sex with other women. Now that she'd latched onto Rona, she wouldn't let go until she finished using her. Hadn't Manset said something about her having used other girls?
That was another thing: Where were those other girls, now? Had they been killed when Joan Sumner had finished with them?
The thought made Rona shiver. Somehow, in some way, at the first opportunity, she'd have to leave this place. But not right now. At the moment, she was too tired to even think straight, much less actually get out of bed and try to run away. No, she had to regain her strength, first.
Whatever Joan Sumner had in mind, Rona knew the woman would not be in any hurry to carry it to a final conclusion. Not yet. She, Rona, was still a virgin. If Mrs. Sumner could be read correctly, there was no doubt she intended being present at the innocent girl's defloration.
Yet Bob Manset had assured her, her maidenhead would not be taken against her will. Smiling, Rona turned over in the large bed, pulling the covers high around her bare, white shoulders. If the Sumner woman intended waiting for Rona's permission before seeing her virginity taken, she had a long wait. Rona had no intention of willingly surrendering her virgin pussy to any man, unless he was her lawful husband, and they were alone, without a third party looking on. And then she was asleep again.
While Rona fell into a fitful sleep, Joan Sumner, awake in her bedroom, was talking to Bob Manset. Both lay naked in Joan's huge bed. Manset didn't exactly hate sharing the woman's bed with her, but he didn't like having to be there at her beck and call, at all hours of the day or night Still, his body wasn't his own to do with as he pleased.
Though he'd told Rona about Joan Sumner's having "sponsored" other men, he was the only real male in whom she'd taken any lasting interest Being a near genius, he had been graduated from college while in his late teens, and had gone to law school almost immediately. Before his twenty-first birthday, he had completed his studies and had been hired by the law firm that had handled all of Joan Sumner's husband's legal problems. It was while he was working in the law office, that Joan, along with her husband, had visited the firm and she had spotted him. While the Senator had gone to see the firm's senior partner, Joan had started talking with the young Manset, and before he'd realized it, Bob had found himself agreeing to meet her after work, at a little bar just outside the village.
Less than a month after the affair had started, the Senator had died, and Manset, seeing his big chance, had "consoled" the widow constantly, hoping for a possible marriage at the time. But Joan Sumner had had enough marriage to last her the rest of her life. She confided to Manset that she had Lesbian tendencies, but hadn't dared give in to her impulses lest her husband find out and divorce her. But now her husband was dead, and the feelings she'd kept repressed for so long seemed to surge forward, and she had decided to surrender to them. And if Manset assisted her in finding pure, sweet, innocent, preferably virgin girls, she would take him out of the law firm and set him up privately. And though the firm would continue handling her business matters, Manset could, if he obeyed orders, handle all her personal matters. The sum she offered to pay him was more than he'd ever hope to make as a member of the law firm. Manset knew she was buying his cock more than anything else. Despite her claims of Lesbianism, he knew she liked straight action more than occasionally. Like the proverbial barroom door, she swung both ways. She liked him, not only for his good looks-and he was damn good-looking-but for the way he performed. Like an oversized bunny, he had a natural penchant for fucking. All during high school and college, he'd had girls fall madly in love with him, and become even more entranced with him after being royally laid. He seemed to be able to move his huge, thick cock more expertly than professional studs. Just why other men were not as capable was something he would never be able to understand. Fucking was something that came naturally to all creatures, human or otherwise. He had performed naturally, and so wondered why other men were not equally capable. Still, because they couldn't match his natural expertise, Bob Man-set was able to completely charm Joan Sumner, now the most powerful person in the village of Sumner. And because she was wise enough to let him use his natural fucking abilities on other women, he never had the desire to break away from her. As long as Joan Sumner paid the bills and let him occasionally get his rocks off with other chicks, Manset had no intention of running away from his goose with the golden eggs.
"She liked it," Joan Sumner was saying, sitting up in the bed with the cover in her lap, her proud bare breasts jutting out. "She liked it just as all the others liked it. She'll go on liking it. You'll see. Soon I'll have her begging for you to cop her cherry, just as all the others begged you."
"You really enjoy it when I break them, don't you," Manset noted, lighting a cigarette. "I love it," Joan nodded, a gleam in her eyes. "Why?" Manset wanted to know.
"I love watching them all hot and bothered, begging for physical release, and then the contorted looks on their faces when they feel the pain as you shove that hard cock into their virgin cunts, tearing their hymens apart. The surprised look of pain filling their eyes makes me feel good."
"Once again, suppose you tell me why."
"I think I've already said enough," she snapped as he drew in a lungful of smoke and exhaled.
"Why do you have this passionate hate for sweet, innocent virgins?"
"It's not just sweet, innocent virgins," Joan assured him. "It's those wide-eyed, pure-looking ones, with faces like Barbie Dolls. Those are the ones I hate."
"You admit hating them, then," Manset noted, taking another puff.
"With all my heart," Joan nodded.
"Why, what did they ever do to you?"
"It's something that happened back in my childhood," she said, quietly.
"Tell me about it," Manset spoke, crushing out the cigarette.
She sighed, looked at him, then nodded and said, "Okay. Why not? I came from a poor family. My childhood was no different from that of most girls. I mean, I grew up, went to school, and even finished high school. But it was in high school that I met Mildred. Not Millie, mind you, but Mildred. For reasons we never discovered until it was too late for me, Mildred, a rich, snooty girl, had left private school and was going to public high school. Mildred had the look of a pure, innocent lamb. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, and all the fellows in all the classes were crazy about her. But Mildred wanted nothing to do with them. At first we put it down to upper-class snootiness. We'd have been a lot better off if Mildred had simply been a snob.
"It was in the shower room next to the girls' locker room that I learned why Mildred didn't like boys. She liked girls. And for some reason, she seemed to find me singularly attractive. And when she approached me in the shower, when the two of us were alone, and she put hands on me, instead of yelling I let her fondle me. I mean, we were all envious of Mildred, and here she was, suddenly paying attention to me when she ignored everyone else. Not only that, but she was touching me, and I admit I liked the way she touched me, I liked it a lot.
"Outside the shower room, she treated me no differently from all the others, but everyday, after gym class, we'd wait around until all the other girls had left, and then we'd play with one another in the shower. It was Mildred who taught me cunnilingus, first performing it on me, then making me go down on her. And it was she who copped my cherry very painfully, using a dildo that would pale your prick into complete insignificance. But after a while, I learned to love that dildo. And when Mildred saw how much I enjoyed it, she knew I would understand how much she, too, would enjoy it. And so one afternoon, on a Saturday, we met a few blocks from the school, and she sneaked me into her house.
And there, I strapped on the dildo for the first time and I fucked her. I fucked her as solidly as any man, and she loved every bit of it.
"Then Mildred insisted I fuck her every day in the shower room, after which she would fuck or suck me. But on the last gym day of school, we were caught in the shower by the gym teacher. She saw me fucking Mildred, and when Mildred saw her, she began yelling and screaming and swearing I was the one who had forced her to do what she was doing. And since Mildred's parents had all the money, the school naturally believed her. That was when I learned Mildred had been thrown out of the private girls' school for being a dyke, but the high school didn't want to hear it.
"Since it was the end of my senior year, the high school let me finish and be graduated, but it wasn't long before word got around that I was preying on sweet, innocent girls like Mildred. All my friends shied away from me, and the boys began laughing at me, telling me how foolish I was to use a rubber dildo when I could have all the real cock I wanted. I became a laughing stock, and soon word got back to my parents. Eventually we were forced to move out of the neighborhood, with my own parents believing I had led the poor sweet innocent girl into a life of sin."
"And so because of this you pick on all girls who look innocent and virginal," Manset noted.
"I hate their goody-two-shoes manners, and their pure, wide-eyed innocence. They're no better than anyone else, even if they think they are. They believe they can do whatever they want, and not only get away with it, but blame others for whatever may happen. Do you know why the Senator married me? He said I was the first real woman he'd ever known. He had been led to one Miss Purity after another. After all, sweet, sugary girls were good for his image. When he met me, he was surprised. I didn't fawn all over him. I didn't behave cutesie, and I didn't behave like a spoiled brat. D'you know why he finally married me? I gave him the best blowjob he'd ever had. Oh he'd been around, and he'd had his share of high-class whores, but none of them went at it with the verve and gusto I displayed. I made him think he was the greatest cocksman in the world, praising his prick, telling him he used it better than any other man I'd ever known. I made no secret about my having known other men before him. I didn't want a thing to be held over my head, later on. The Senator knew everything. And he was glad I told him. And when I married him, I flaunted it in the face of my parents. You see, Mildred had finally been caught with another girl, and the other girl's parents weren't afraid of publicity. They gave the story to the newspapers. And when my parents read about it, they realized I was the one wronged and not the one who'd done the wronging. They'd done me an injustice, and they damn well knew there was no way they could make it up to me. I laughed at them on my wedding day and told them I never wanted to see them again."
"If Mildred got what was coming to her," Manset asked, "why pick on this girl."
"Rona, and all the girls before and after her, are reincarnations of Mildred. Mildred killed herself, you see. Each time I see a sweet, wide-eyed innocent face, it's Mildred reborn. Mildred has to pay for making me suffer. Mildred has to be degraded again and again. She has to do everything sexual, both homosexual and heterosexual. I intend making sure she continues being degraded."
"And while you have Rona here, you still want me to go out and find another innocent girl?" Manset wanted to know.
"You'd better believe it," Joan nodded. "You see, if I have two of them here at once, then Mildred, reincarnated twice, can actually violate herself when each of the girls eats the other. First tiling Monday, you go out and find another one."
"You're the boss," Manset nodded.
"As long as you remember that," she smiled, caressing his erection, feeling it grow proud, hard and stiff. "Well continue getting along . . . as long as you realize I give the orders. I can suck your cock without worrying about feeling any kind of degradation."
"Be my guest," Manset nodded.
Like a swooping vulture, the woman fell forward, her mouth wide open, and she swallowed two-thirds of Manset's nine inches. Her tongue pressed hard against the hot, stiff poker of flesh, massaging the underside with tremendous pressure as the rich, purple mushroom cap filled the back of her throat. Her lips encircled the phallic rod tightly, pressing hard, squeezing as she sucked, and all the while one hand cupped his heavy balls, crushing them, while the other hand gripped his majestic staff at the base, rubbing up and down as hard as she could in time to the way her head bobbed up and down. Her short silver-streaked brown hair flew wildly from side to side, and the very sight of her circling lips made Manset shudder with arousal Her lips were thin, but they had a way of looking more sexy than any cunt when they surrounded his erect hardness as they did at that moment. He couldn't control himself. Her bloated cheeks made him lose the last vestige of self-control, and he unleashed a powerful barrage deep into her hungering throat, feeling the soft pulpiness press against his spongy cockhead as if it were a jellied mass completely engulfing him. Again and again he fired, seeing her revel in the taste of his sperm. And then, just as quickly as it had begun, it was all over.
CHAPTER FOUR
Rona slept fitfully the rest of the night. Toward dawn, she finally drifted into a heavy sleep and didn't awaken until nearly noon. When she finally did wake up, the last remembrances of her orgasm were fading behind a growing heavy guilt complex. What she had done last night was wrong, even if she had been an unwilling participant. She shuddered at the thought of Joan Sumner's wet, slimy tongue licking between her thighs. She felt dirty.
Going to the bathroom, Rona noted an assortment of various bubble bath soaps she hadn't noticed the previous night. Running a hot tub, she took care of all natural functions, then poured a heavy amount of bath salt into the hot water. She let herself sink into the soapy luxury of the hot water, hoping to cleanse the evil from inside her.
The foam felt good and she allowed herself to close her eyes. Once again, she dozed, and when she awoke she had the oddest feeling she was being watched. Still, no one was around, and she couldn't see the hidden TV camera behind the screen where warm forced air continually entered the room.
The bubble soap in her nostrils seemed to smell like spearmint. But that was crazy. Why should soap smell like spearmint?
Leaning down, she took a stronger breath. Yes, it definitely did smell like spearmint. On an impulse she dipped a finger into the suds and brought them to her mouth. They tasted like spearmint. There was no strong soapy taste, at all. Odd!
When she finally let the water out of the tub and dried herself off, Rona found she was very clean. Yet her entire body seemed to have the mint smell. Not the type to examine her vagina, she was unaware the spearmint flavoring had permeated her mucous membranes, lodging in the tender flesh of her cunt.
With the large bath towel wrapped around her, Rona left the bathroom On the dressing table across the room she found a new comb and brush, as well as an assortment of hand and face lotions to keep her skin soft and wrinkle-free. But when she checked the closet she found no clothing. There wasn't a garment of any kind to be found. Even the bedspread was gone. All she could really wear was the large white bath towel.
Ashamed, she was determined to remain in her room, not able to face anyone without clothing.
But her stomach was rumbling. She was hungry. Even if it was her day off, she knew she'd be entitled to a free breakfast at the diner, if she so chose. She was hungry. She wanted food.
Finally, after a half hour of simply sitting on her bed, Rona got up enough courage to open her bedroom door. She peered into the hall but saw no one. And she could smell the aroma of hot coffee. It made her salivary glands work overtime and she finally determined she would get something to eat.
Gingerly stepping into the hallway, she was glad the floor was covered with the same thick carpeting she had in the room where she'd spent the night. Following her nose, she finally found the kitchen, a huge room with cabinets lining all the walls.
Going to the eight-burner electrical stove, Rona found the coffee pot. A convenient cup and saucer waited on a sideboard, as if waiting for her, and she also found milk and sugar. Further examination of the kitchen revealed where Joan Sumner kept the bread, margarine, cheese and eggs, and before she realized it, Rona was cooking a large, hearty breakfast even though the hall clock was sounding one-thirty.
Rona found she was famished and began putting the food away as if it were going out of style. And when she finished, she washed the dishes she'd used and left them in the sink to drain.
With the towel still tightly wrapped around her, she walked through the rest of the house. It was a huge place with four floors, and though she hadn't intended bothering with every level, in the next hour she managed to see into every unlocked room in the house, including Joan Sumner's bedroom. The strand of black hair on one of Joan's pillowcases confirmed Rona's belief that Bob Manset shared the bed, not that Manset didn't have a bedroom of his own. Rona had found a bedroom filled with all kinds of expensive masculine clothing, colognes, and even a bookcase filled with law books. There were other bedrooms in the house as well, at the far end, with evidence that two other men were living there, too. And from the clothing Rona saw hanging in their closets, she knew they were not gentlemen. It made her wonder why someone as influential as Joan Sumner was associating with what she knew to be the hard-bitten types.
Rona had been tempted to take some of Joan's clothing and run, but Joan Sumner was much taller than she. Nothing fit, and besides, even if she did get away, where could she go? Joan Sumner controlled the police in Sumner, so she couldn't return to her boarding house for her things. And even if she could, where would she go from there? Any other nearby village was out of the question. Mrs. Sumner might have men out looking for her. Returning to her brother was unthinkable. Life with him would be even more intolerable with him calling her a whore of Babylon, or some other nonsense.
Living alone was not everything she had believed. True, she had gained her independence, but now she wondered if she had been really ready for it. If she still had at least one parent living, things might have been different. It was a lot easier to accept the authority of a parent than that of a brother. Because she was so much older, Mrs. Sumner was a mother-symbol to Rona, even if she was demanding outrageous things of the girl. Oddly, Rona found it less difficult to obey Joan Sumner's obscene requests than she'd been able to comply with her brother's ridiculous demands. Perhaps Joan Sumner had been right. Perhaps physical sin had been invented by men solely for the discomfort of women . . . especially when the men, like celibate priests, were themselves forbidden to participate. And the only women to strongly back up the priests were either nuns, who had probably never participated in such "sinful" doings, or women whose husbands had done a poor job of satisfying them. Still.. . so many people believed as her brother did. Could all those people be wrong, while Joan Sumner was right? It didn't seem logical
Her thoughts were interrupted by Joan Sumner, who met her as she walked into the living room.
"Do you like my house?" the older woman, who was once again wearing her white robe, asked.
"It's.. . very impressive," Rona admitted.
"But you still haven't seen my most interesting room," Joan told her. "Follow me."
She led Rona into the hallway, and with a key from her robe, unlocked a door Rona hadn't been able to open before. She walked down a flight of steps, and Rona, curious, followed.
Joan led the way through a huge game room where there was a pinball machine, a small bowling alley, a pool table, and a large baize card table.
"This is where I and my friends play games," Joan explained.
"You must have quite a few friends," Rona commented.
"Quite a few," Joan admitted. "And I want you to be one of them," she continued. "But I have a special room reserved for us. It's where I . . . uhh.. . played with the other three girls who stayed with me."
"How long did the other girls remain here?" Rona asked.
"Different periods of time," Joan told her. "One was here for a month, while a second was here for four months and the third girl remained for nearly half a year. It depends on the girl and the circumstances."
"And where are they now?" Rona asked as Joan unlocked another door.
"When they left here, Robert got each of them good jobs locally. Every now and again one of them stops by to visit."
"And show her gratitude?" Rona ventured as Joan turned on the light to the next room
"Is that such a terrible thing?" Joan asked, walking inside.
Rona followed. She saw a large room with off-white walls. In the center of the room was an immense bed, perhaps three times the size of an ordinary double bed.
"What kind of a room is this?" Rona asked, shuddering as Joan shut the door.
"This is also a game room," Joan smiled. "It's where you and I can have many pleasurable hours together, playing."
"Playing?" Rona asked, a shiver coursing through her as Joan approached.
"Of course," Joan nodded, reaching out and grabbing the end of Rona's toweL
This time Rona knew better than to struggle. True, she and Joan were alone. The older woman was probably testing her, seeing how she would behave. So Rona allowed Joan to gently remove the towel
"You have such a lovely body," Joan complimented. "It would be a shame for so lovely a figure to remain unused. I want to use it, but I want you to want it, as well. Even more important, I'm curious as to what you think of my body."
Without waiting for Rona to comment, Joan removed her robe. She stood as naked as the younger girl, but artfully posed, letting Rona see her from a variety of angles.
At first Rona couldn't understand why the older woman was showing herself off. She had to admit Joan had a superb figure. A teenager or a twenty year old might well be envious of the woman's body. Then it dawned on her. Joan was fascinated by her own young body, and she was hoping to arouse Rona with the sight of her more mature torso.
"Come here, Rona," Joan beckoned, lying on the bed, carelessly parting her thighs, exposing the labia between.
Rona stared at the perfection of the older woman's cunt Even the brown hair ringing the halved, pouting pussy seemed to beckon.
It's wrong, Rona thought. I mustn't do this.
In spite of herself, she was drawn to the bed, and as she got closer, she realized Joan's body emanated a strong soap scent. Like hers, it had an unusual odor to it. She smelled of spearmint, and as she neared Joan Sumner Rona realized the other woman seemed to smell of licorice.
"Don't be afraid," Joan whispered. "I won't hurt you. I want to touch you, to play with you, and I want you to play with me, in turn."
"But it's.. . unnatural," Rona protested.
"Who said so?" Joan asked. "Love is a very natural thing. Just because it isn't between a man and a woman doesn't make it any less natural or strong. Love between two women can be a most rewarding experience. There's no fear of losing your virginity with me, unless you really wish it. Then, and only then, can I use a dildo to take it from you. But equally important even if I use the dildo you can't become pregnant."
"Dildo?" Rona asked, unfamiliar with the term.
"I'll show it to you in a few minutes," Joan told her, taking her hand and drawing her down to the bed. Her hand rubbed Rona's arm, touching the shoulder and making Rona shiver again. Joan knew she was getting to the girl.
Despite everything, Rona had to admit she liked Joan's touch. The woman's fingers made her tingle wherever they touched. A delicious sensation of enjoyment traveled through her body, touching every one of her nerves the way an electric shock would travel through the human body. She liked it. She shouldn't, but she liked it.
Joan's hand brought Rona even closer, until she was bending over the supine woman. Her full, round tits dangled invitingly above the older woman's face, and Joan felt she wouldn't be moving at too fast a pace if she kissed the girl's nipples.
Joan's mouth opened and her tongue leaned out, touching the tip of Rona's right nipple. The younger girl shuddered, realizing she was enjoying this iniquity more and more. If she didn't do something to stop it now, she would soon be trapped by this carnal evil. And yet, as Joan began licking her nipple, Rona knew she didn't want to stop it. She lowered her torso a bit more, and felt Joan's tugging lips close tightly around the nipple, sucking it in, pulling it against her palate as her tongue reached ever farther to taste the flesh of the aureole.
Joan sucked strongly, certain of her power over the girl. Yes, she had this sweet, pure innocent in her clutches, and she had the pure thing enjoying the sinful sucking. Joan sucked all the harder, slavering as she savored the girl's flesh. The rich nipple had grown to more than an inch in length, and its thickness matched those of the aroused Joan. The older woman sucked more and more, biting the elastic flesh, thrilling to the way she could chew and feel the spongy spike spring back.
Rona was sighing now, her hands behind Joan's head, clutching the woman's hair, turning her toward her body, pressing her breasts against Joan's face, almost cutting off the latter's air supply. Heaven help me, but I like it, Rona was thinking. It's wrong, it's evil, but I like it.
She writhed as Joan's tongue rubbed against the sensitive swollen nipple, sighing and gasping. She remembered Bob Manset sucking on her nipples. Last night was coming back to her more and more clearly. She had enjoyed Manset's strong, masculine mouth on her breasts as much as she was thrilling to the tingling touch of Joan's tongue. Both were different. Manset sucked harder, stronger, even using his teeth to scrape lightly along the sensitive flesh. But Joan Sumner's mouth was, strictly the use of tongue and Ups, steadily nursing at her nipple the way a baby would extract nourishment from its mother.
"Did you like what I did to you last night?" Rona heard Joan ask as she lifted her mouth from the tit.
Now Rona could recall it all very clearly. Yes, she had liked it. It had been a thrilling experience, unlike anything she'd ever known before. Now Joan seemed to be offering to do it again.
"Yes," Rona nodded, sitting up.
"I like it, too," Joan told her. "If you want me to do that again, you'll have to learn to do it to me. You'll find there's an equal amount of joy in doing as there is in being done."
"I don't understand," Rona muttered. "What do you want me to do?"
"Well do this slowly," Joan murmured. "First, kiss my breasts."
Rona bent down and timidly pressed her lips to the side of Joan's right mammary.
"The nipple," Joan insisted. "Suck the nipple as I sucked yours."
"No," Rona said aloud, suddenly standing up. "I can't do anything as horrible as that."
"You liked it when I did it to you."
"But that was different. You wanted to do it to me."
"And when you learn," Joan assured her, "you'll be no less eager to enjoy me."
"But I don't want to learn to do things like that."
"Lefs stop arguing," Joan said quietly. "Whether you want to or not, you know you will, and now's as good a time as any to begin."
"I won't," Rona said firmly. "I don't do things like that."
"What makes you think you're better than I?" Joan snapped.
"I didn't say I was better. I just don't do things like that."
"I think you and I have to get a few things straight," Joan angrily told the younger girl. "You're going to be here for awhile. Just how long depends on you. But the sooner you come around to my way of thinking, and the longer you stay here, the better things will be when you leave. Give me an argument or a hard time, and not only will I make things uncomfortable for you, but you might leave here under worse conditions than when you arrived."
"What are you trying to say?" Rona asked.
"I'll spell it out," Joan told her, now up on her elbows and staring at her. "Either you come over here, kneel down, and start licking my cunt the way I did yours, or there'll be hell to pay."
"No," Rona murmured, backing away. "No, I won't do it. I just won't."
"Oh yes you will," Joan barked, getting to her feet. "Now you get over here."
"No!" Rona screamed, and taming, ran from the room.
"You bitch!" Joan screamed. "Run all you want. There's no way for you to get out of this house. You either come back here and do as I say, or I swear you'll pay."
But Rona was too far away upstairs to hear.
"I'll fix her," Joan said between gnashed teeth. "I'll make her beg to be raped."
CHAPTER FIVE
Terrified and horrified, Rona ran through the house until she came to the room assigned to her as her bedroom. Once inside, she slammed the door. She noticed there was no lock on the bedroom door. Nor was there a lock on the bathroom door. There was nowhere she could hide from that horrible woman.
Breathlessly, Rona cowered in a comer of her bedroom, kneeling on the floor, hoping the room was too dark for her to be seen when the woman came in looking for her. She began fervently praying for the first time in years, hoping God would find a way out for her.
Time passed very slowly. Minutes dragged into hours and Rona realized Joan Sumner was not going to come looking for her. She didn't have to. There was nowhere Rona could go.
Finally Rona stood up, feeling the muscles in her legs painfully argue about her having knelt in so uncomfortable a position for such a long time. Shivering, the girl lay down on the bed and covered herself. And once again she fell into a light sleep.
She was awakened some hours later by Bob Manset coming into her room. It was already dark out, and at first she didn't recognize the young attorney. She started when he reached out and touched her shoulder, and he had to speak to reassure her.
"Oh," she murmured, calming down. "It's you. I didn't know who you might be. She's such a horrible person. How can you allow yourself to be subservient to her?"
"Actually," Manset told her, "she's not at all horrible. She can be quite nice, as long as she gets her way."
"If she'd have told you to rape me, last night, you would have?" Rona asked, clutching the bedcover tightly around her.
"Probably," Manset agreed. "But she would never allow me to rape you. She is the kind of woman who insists everyone enjoy what she enjoys. And since she enjoys sex, she insists you and I enjoy it. Now if I raped you, you wouldn't enjoy it, would you?"
"Do you know what she wanted me to do?" Rona asked.
"I know," Manset nodded. "I've done it to her hundreds of times, and to be truthful, I enjoy doing it."
"How can you enjoy touching a woman in such a dirty place with your mouth?" Rona wanted to know.
CHAPTER FIVE
Terrified and horrified, Rona ran through the house until she came to the room assigned to her as her bedroom Once inside, she slammed the door. She noticed there was no lock on the bedroom door. Nor was there a lock on the bathroom door. There was nowhere she could hide from that horrible woman.
Breathlessly, Rona cowered in a corner of her bedroom, kneeling on the floor, hoping the room was too dark for her to be seen when the woman came in looking for her. She began fervently praying for the first time in years, hoping God would find a way out for her.
Time passed very slowly. Minutes dragged into hours and Rona realized Joan Sumner was not going to come looking for her. She didn't have to. There was nowhere Rona could go.
Finally Rona stood up, feeling the muscles in her legs painfully argue about her having knelt in so uncomfortable a position for such a long time. Shivering, the girl lay down on the bed and covered herself. And once again she fell into a light sleep.
She was awakened some hours later by Bob Manset coming into her room. It was already dark out, and at first she didn't recognize the young attorney. She started when he reached out and touched her shoulder, and he had to speak to reassure her.
"Oh," she murmured, calming down. "It's you. I didn't know who you might be. She's such a horrible person. How can you allow yourself to be subservient to her?"
"Actually," Manset told her, "she's not at all horrible. She can be quite nice, as long as she gets her way."
"If she'd have told you to rape me, last night, you would have?" Rona asked, clutching the bedcover tightly around her.
"Probably," Manset agreed. "But she would never allow me to rape you. She is the kind of woman who insists everyone enjoy what she enjoys. And since she enjoys sex, she insists you and I enjoy it. Now if I raped you, you wouldn't enjoy it, would you?"
"Do you know what she wanted me to do?" Rona asked.
"I know," Manset nodded. "I've done it to her hundreds of times, and to be truthful, I enjoy doing it."
"How can you enjoy touching a woman in such a dirty place with your mouth?" Rona wanted to know.
"Dirty?" Manset asked. "What makes you think the area is dirty? As a matter of honest fact, when it's washed, it's the cleanest place on a woman's body. It has to be. A man's seminal fluid contains sperm that can exist only under the most sterile conditions. Even a drop of water will kill sperm Therefore, the inside of a woman's vagina is not only not dirty, but very clean."
"It's so easy to defeat me with words," Rona told him. "Both you and that witch are so much more knowledgeable than I."
"Rona, I promise you no one here will hurt you," Manset told her. "No one will so much as touch you, unless you ask for it."
"You'll forgive me if I'm a little skeptical at this point."
"Word of honor, for whatever it's worth. No one'll touch you unless you ask to be touched."
"There's as much chance of that happening as there is of a snowball surviving in Hell."
"You never can tell."
"Do you intend fornicating with Mrs. Sumner in front of me in the hope it'll arouse me?"
"Not really," Manset told her. "I intend eating supper, and was wondering if you'd care to join Mrs. Sumner and myself at the dining room table."
"Only if you promise shell keep her hands off me."
"She will," Manset assured her. "If Mrs. Sumner wanted to touch you, she wouldn't have to lure you down to the dining room"
"No, she'd lure me down to her playroom"
"No one's even mentioning the playroom, right now. I'm offering to take you to supper."
"The offer would be a lot nicer if I could wear something at the table. And don't tell me you and the boss-lady are going to even things up by undressing at the table. It still won't make me too happy. I want something to cover me."
"Here," Manset offered, removing his suit jacket. "Wear this. It's long enough to cover all your delicate parts."
"Put it on the bed and turn around," Rona ordered.
Manset shrugged, put the jacket down, and turned around.
He listened to the rustling of the covers as Rona slid out from beneath them and quickly slipped into his jacket.
"Decent?" Manset asked.
"As much as I can be, dressed this way," Rona told him.
"Then let's eat," Manset said, turning and offering her his arm.
As she accepted the arm, Rona suddenly realized, although she was a mere sixteen, he was treating her like a grown-up lady. She liked it.
Together they went down to the dining room where Joan Sumner was already waiting, wearing the eternal white robe. They sat and then Joan pressed a small button on the table. A tall, young, handsome man, no more than twenty-five, walked in. Rona noted he was dressed in a butler's uniform but it didn't seem to suit him. She also noted he was beginning to put on a little weight. He had a small pot.
"You may begin serving, John," Joan told him
The portions were served individually rather than from large platters. Separate plates, already heaped with food, were brought in. And every once in a while, Rona thought she could see the hint of a smile on the butler's face, and she wondered what was so funny.
The food tasted good, though it was very spicy. Joan was behaving as if nothing untoward had happened earlier, so Rona began to relax and really enjoy the meal. It was mostly Italian food, which she liked, and the spaghetti sauce, also used on the veal parmesan, was loaded with peppers and onions.
Feeling very hungry, Rona ate a lot, washing it all down with glass after glass of red wine. By the time the meal was finished, she was feeling a bit tipsy.
Afterward, the three of them went into Joan's private library. Rona noticed one entire wall of books was devoted to sex and she did her best to ignore it.
"When will you let me go?" she finally asked.
"When it pleases me," Joan replied. "Right now it amuses me to have so sweet and innocent a young lady present."
"Why me?" Rona asked. "Surely there are many other girls as innocent who are willing to learn."
"That may be," Joan agreed, "but nevertheless there's something refreshing about you. I enjoy having you here. Make the best of it, enjoy yourself."
"I can't when I know I'm being kept here against my will."
"But we both know you didn't come here against your will. In fact, there's a record of your willing to come here with Mr. Manset if I hold myself responsible for you. Now how can I just let you go after committing myself that way? You're my responsibility until further notice. Were I to release you, and should the police find you on a street corner again, my own reputation would be ruined. I'm sorry, dear girl, but I can't release you, just yet."
"It's . . . very warm in here," Rona suddenly noticed. "May I go to my room?"
"Certainly," Joan nodded. "But may I suggest you leave Mr. Manset's jacket here?"
"Don't be silly," Bob Manset broke in. "Let her take the jacket to her room I can always pick it up later."
"No," Rona told him "I'll take the jacket off in the hall and leave it in the doorway."
While Joan smiled, Rona got to her feet and left the room. Once in the hallway, she removed Manset's jacket, threw it on the floor in the doorway, then hurried to her room
Sliding under her cool sheets, she noticed she was getting warmer in spite of having removed Manset's jacket. Something was wrong, though she couldn't figure out what it was.
Time passed, and she felt more than merely hot. She felt aroused. Why? What was wrong with her? Her nipples had enlarged, and she had an uncontrollable feeling between her thighs. She reached down and touched herself. It was the first time she'd ever put her fingers to her cunt. She found it wet, and when she pressed her fingers between the labia she became even more excited. Her fingers pressed even harder against her sopping pussy, and she almost jumped when she felt the swollen extension of flesh at the peak of her pussylips. She touched it again and realized it was the spot Joan Sumner had licked the previous night. She wished she could have the woman lick it again. Christ! She was becoming more and more excited. What was wrong? Why was she feeling so erratic? Was that first orgasm she had the cause of all this? Had she become addicted to sex? Was this the way Joan Sumner felt?
Oh God! It was getting worse with each passing minute. Sweat came oozing from every pore, coating her body. The spearmint odor was getting strong in her nostrils. She was quivering, but it wasn't from fear. She didn't feel afraid of anything or anyone. Right now, if Joan Sumner walked in naked, lay down, and spread her thighs, Rona would have dived between them, her tongue out.
The worst part of it was, the sensation she was feeling wasn't limited to that fleshy nub at the top of her vaginal lips. She could feel it running deep inside her. It was all the way up in her cunt. She felt inflamed deep inside her womb.
There was a cure. She remembered how all her girlfriends used to talk about having such urges, though they'd admitted it came over them only after heavy petting. She recalled how some of them secretly admitted to having relations with boys, and only when a boy satisfactorily fucked her did the girl lose that hot, horrible feeling such as the one Rona was now experiencing.
I'm a virgin, she thought. I can't surrender my hymen just because I suddenly feel an urge. I have to have it for my husband.
And yet, the feeling was burning deeper and deeper in her enflamed twat. She was a woman on fire. God, great God! What did virginity matter at a time like this? The sensation was enlarging with every passing moment, and if something wasn't done about it in a hurry, she might injure herself. The one, the only natural device made for penetrating a woman's hole was a man's penis. The maddening feeling made her press her hands to her burning cunt, but all this did was enhance the arousal within her.
What was it all the girls had called a penis? A cock. Yes, that was it.
I need a cock, she thought. Oh God! Forgive me, but I know my thoughts are sinful. Yet I can't help myself. I'm dying. I'm burning up. I can feel it running into my belly like a cancer. I need a cock. Please God, please, send me a cock.
"I need a cock," she murmured, her voice low and controlled. "I need a cock. Oh please, someone with a cock, help me."
She was rolling from side to side in the bed, the covers off, her sweat-soaked body shining as she continued pressing the fingers of both hands to her raging cunt. Tears were rolling down her cheeks.
The door opened and both Joan Sumner and Bob Manset suddenly were there.
"Why, what is it?" Joan asked, her voice a study in controlled emotion. Inside, the woman didn't know whether to laugh or to simply pounce on the girl. The sight of Rona, helplessly rolling on the bed, roused her to an almost uncontrollable pitch. Only her desire to revenge herself on the girl for rejecting her earlier held Joan Sumner in check.
"Please . . . please . . . help me," Rona whimpered, rolling off the bed and falling on her knees at Joan's feet.
"Help you?" Joan asked, smiling maliciously. "Certainly. What's wrong with you?"
"I don't really know," Rona wept. "I can feel it inside me. It's burning me up while tearing me apart Oh Jesus! Don't just stand there. You know what I feel. Help me."
"How can I help you?" Joan asked, poison dripping venomously from her voice.
"Him," Rona whispered, pointing to Bob Man-set. "Him. I need him. I need his.. . "
"Yes dear," Joan murmured. "What is it you need?"
"His . . . his . . . damn you, I need his cock. Please, please let me use his cock to get rid of this feeling."
"Are you asking Robert to devirginize you?" Joan inquired.
"Yes," Rona sobbed. "Oh yes!"
"And if Bob complies, you won't accuse him of raping you afterward?"
"Oh please, for the love of God, don't tease me this way. I'll do whatever you want, obey whatever you order, only if you have any heart in you, you'll let him fuck me. Jesus, let him fuck me."
"Anything?" Joan asked, her eyes shining. "Anything," Rona agreed. "You'll suck my pussy."
"Yes, oh God, yes."
"You'll let Robert, or any other man stick a penis into your cunt, your ass, and even your mouth?"
"Y.. . yes," Rona sobbed.
"You'll even let me fuck you with an artificial penis?"
"Anything," Rona wailed. "Only help me now."
"Well?" Manset asked.
"In a minute," Joan told him.
Walking over to the bed, she knelt by the bedside, bringing her face close to Rona's.
"Right now you're burning up," she muttered. "You'd do or say anything for relief. What about afterward? How do I know you'll keep your word? How can I depend on your not backing out?"
"I swear it," Rona whimpered. "I swear it before God. I'll do whatever you ask, whenever you ask, just help me, now."
"You heard?" Joan asked Manset.
"Loud and clear," Manset nodded.
"Good," Joan smiled, removing her own robe. "Then get to work and bring this poor girl some well-deserved relief."
Without another word, Bob Manset removed his own clothing, once again revealing the muscular contours of his well-toned body. He stared at Rona, smiling, pleased he was about to possess her. He would never have admitted it directly to Joan, but Manset had wanted Rona's body the moment he'd seen her. That she, like the three before her, was a virgin, untouched, also meant something. How many men had four virgins in their lifetime? Most were lucky if they had one.
Rona, realizing she was going to get her long-sought-for relief, trembled expectantly. Her hands seemed to be locked into her cunt as her thighs closed tightly around them. Her solid, almost conical, young girl's breasts, full, swollen, now nearly pointed at him in their heaviness, thrust upward, challenging him to enjoy them
Manset, now completely unclothed, approached the girl and knelt beside her on the bed. His hands reached out and cupped both swollen convexities lightly, his palms moving in such a way Rona knew the pressure could be stronger and heavier. Arrows of delight pierced her breast as his hands rubbed her nipples, and the girl sighed, shivering with a new lasciviousness at the way he made her nipples grow. Something, she didn't know what, was loose inside her, turning her into a sex devil, and that something now increased her sense of feeling. Everything seemed much more than it had appeared the previous night. Every sensation was a new high in pleasurable feeling.
Manset smiled a knowing smile, fully aware of the heat traveling through her body. It was a lovely, beautiful, superbly developed body. It was a body meant for fucking. The aphrodisiac Joan had ordered cooked into Rona's food now allowed Manset to use the girl's body as it had been meant to be used.
Sitting in a chair off to the side, all curled up, Joan Sumner hugged her knees to her chest. She smiled a wicked smile, pleased things were going so well. Tonight she would enjoy simply watching as Manset deflowered the sweet, innocent virgin. She'd insist he initiate her asshole, as well. Then tomorrow, when Joan finally approached Rona, the young girl would be more than willing to respond to her softer, gentler ways. And to make certain Rona appreciated her, Joan would see to it the young girl experienced some heavy manhandling.
Manset was fully aware of the repression still buried deep inside the young girl, but he also knew the aphrodisiac was slowly but surely building the needs and instincts in Rona-to the point where they would soon totally overpower her inhibitions. The sexuality pushed deep into her inner recesses was slowly surfacing, like a gigantic whale suddenly released from a prison at the bottom of the Pacific.
The aphrodisiac touched Rona's brain as well as her body. Her entire being was suddenly concentrated in attaching itself to the handsome, virile man on the bed beside her. She lifted herself by her elbows, stirred by the sight of him. His strong, well-manicured masculine hands now slid from her rounded flesh mounds, running up and down the rest of her torso, inflaming her all the more each place he touched her.
Reaching up, she surrounded him with her arms, her hands pressing on his shoulder-blades as her nails sliced into the hard, resistant masculine flesh. She could feel his chest press relentlessly against the peaks of her twin towers of flesh and she shuddered as one of his nipples rubbed against hers.
Manset thrilled to the touch of her fingernails slicing into him. His hands came up and rubbed the nape of her neck, and she flung her head back, her upswept brown hair now falling loose in a tousled mane of soft brown, looking somewhat darker as it contrasted with the white flesh of her shoulders.
Manset stared at the exquisite arms, the supple, girlish waistline, and then back up to the marvelously sloped shoulders supporting her lovely contoured tits. Like white-hot coals Rona's two nipples seemed to blaze, fueled by his hungry stare. He had the eyes of a starving panther at this point.
Here was a girl whose body was symmetrically beautiful. Considering her youth, she should have had a layer of baby fat covering her sweet, adolescent, virginal body. But no! Surprisingly there wasn't an ounce of excess flesh. In fact, Manset could see a certain hardness to her body. He was unaware her year as a cheerleader had burned away all the excess flesh.
Rona quivered with lust, her fingers digging deeply into his flesh, trying to caress and clamp onto his body, all at once. His arms went around her, holding her tightly to him, pressing her nakedness to his, now rolling back and forth on the bed. Manset's burning lips burned kisses into her throat and breasts. Like a starving carnivore his month covered her shoulders and neck, lightly licking while attempting to increase the girl's own passion well beyond its present point. Her sweet, spearmint flesh made him lick her like a lollipop, his fingers now lightly dancing over her smooth white skin, the knowing connoisseur seeking the finest parts of her.
Now his hand smoothed its way down her flat belly, pausing only to caress the flesh around her dimpled navel before dipping lower and entangling itself in the dark mass of curls. The brown triangle of pubic hair was no longer a distant shadow but a sweet reality to his expert fingers. The silkiness of her hairs was a distinct pleasure to the touch. Not that the wiry hairs of Joan Sumner's pubis felt like steel wool, but they were not nearly as gossamer as the web-like strands covering Rona's venereal mount. It had been a long time since Manset had touched hair this fine. The mere touch sent his blood pounding in his ears, and he could feel his heavy cock twitching, keeping time with his pulses. When he pressed his lower body to that of Rona, the girl gasped for a moment, feeling the heavy thickness of the mighty member. Its immense length and breadth were unbelievable. Her eyes glanced down at it, shuddering to think so enormous an object would shortly be forcing her virginal labia apart as it sundered her hymen and rammed its way deep into her womanly channel.
Before she realized it, Rona saw Manset surround her thighs with his, straddling her vulnerable nudity and staring down at her the way a stud stallion gazes at a prize mare. He slowly lowered himself on top of her, letting his lips kiss her throat, and then her breasts. She felt static buzz through her as his strong tongue sucked first her right nipple, then her left, as his lips worked around the flesh Of one breast and then another, savoring the girl as if she were a rare delicacy.
His tongue licked lower, tracing wet lines across the hardness of her flat belly, into her navel, and lower, into the jungle of thick, brown curls. Finally, his face sank between her thighs as she parted them, welcoming his tongue, feeling it blaze a trail through her nest of virginal pussy hair straight down to her vibrating clit, and through to the sweet, sticky split of her cunt.
Rona's fingers released Manset's back and pressed down on the thick, dark hair on his head, pushing his face deep into the valley of her sex. She twined strands around her fingers as she tugged his hungering tongue into the depths of her soft, moist, womanly cleft. The mad, eager need inside her increased even more, seeking the ultimate joy as his tongue probed for the button-like clitoris, making her youthful, inexperienced body tremble even more with an immense quantity of delights.
Rona's thighs rammed her center against his face as her rich internal water came bubbling from within her cunt, responding to the way his licking tongue knifed into her vaginal wound, moving to bring her to complete arousal. Man-set's strong hands gripped the soft, firm flesh of the girl's loins like the talons of a bird of prey, driving her to frenetically shove her body higher and higher off the bed, ramming her cunt deep into his eager face.
Rona's hands literally pulled his hair to where Manset feared she might tear it out of his head, yet not once did he break the rhythm of his spearing tongue, knifing it as deep into her womanly incision as he could, stretching it so far, he thought it might be torn out by its roots from the very pressure of her pussy walls.
"Oh Jesus, God!" Rona screamed. "Suck me, suck me, suck my cunt. Eat every bit of it. Use that tongue. Oh God!"
Rona's thighs now stretched widely of their own volition. There was no need for Manset's hand to help hold them apart as the girl opened them to their fullest width. And all the while, Joan Sumner stared, drooling and coughing, knowing she'd won again. Joan would always win. She had to, because the so-called evil she felt was an enhancement of the natural urges of all women. What she did was bring these feelings to the fore, making them more prominent in the various virgins she had brought to her home.
She glared, her eyes bright with satisfaction as Manset's mouth clamped tightly against the girl's oozing slit. His lips and tongue tasted the tangy saltiness of uncontrolled, wanton desire as her lubricating oils all but poured from her strongly pulsating cunt. He licked swiftly, sucking every drop, and when he saw she was lubricating faster than he could lick, he knew she was ready.
Returning his spear-like tongue to his mouth, he lifted his sodden face from between Rona's palpitating thighs, and Rona, feeling an emptiness where there had been blissful pressure, turned into a raging, wild animal, spurred on by the aphrodisiac now burning strongly within her. The fantastic thrill now seemed to crawl away, moving as an outgoing tide.
The room's cool air tickled the point of Bob Manset's waving phallus. It was covered with a heavy coating of his own sticky-slick secretions, making the flesh wand glisten with a strong sheen. He moved slowly higher, letting his penile extension rub against her lower thighs, and he could feel her sigh with anxious anticipation.
Rona wrapped her arms tightly around his solid frame, mashing her lips against his, tasting the flavor of her steaming cunt in his mouth as his tongue probed deeply into her oral cavern of love. Rona crushed her slender frame to him, clinging to him tightly, feeling his strong chest crush her full, swollen tits against her own body. Each movement of his caused a new thrill to build inside her. His flat belly pressed strongly against hers and the hair of his thighs tickled her smooth, tender skin. Now that he was against her, between her loins, she slowly closed them around him, locking him up against her.
Manset grabbed Rona's right hand and slowly guided it down between them, making her wrap her fingers around his pulsing prick. Rona wasn't expecting so hard an object to feel so hot and yielding despite its solidity.
"Hold it tightly," he whispered, kissing her mouth again, using his tongue to inject more of her cunt taste into her mouth.
She held it loosely for a moment, then slowly squeezed, thrilling to the way it quivered in her hand. She felt it trying to pull away and held it all the tighter, enjoying the heavy throbbing sensations.
"What do I do now?" Rona wanted to know.
What an inexperienced bitch, Joan thought. She doesn't know what to do now.
Kneeling, Joan moved to the head of the bed and whispered into Rona's ear, "Ease it into you, dear." Then she quickly moved to where she had a close-up view of Rona's clutching hand guiding the heavy prick toward her aching hole. This was pure pleasure. Next to getting it herself, Joan loved nothing more than to watch something like this.
Rona had no difficulty in finding the widened entrance to her open vagina. Though she'd never been laid before, her gaping hole widened in eager anticipation of receiving the monstrous pole she was clutching fervidly in her hot hand.
"Put it in," Manset whispered into her ear, his hot breath sending her to the next plateau of ecstasy.
Rona pressed the wedge-shaped point right into the opening, shoving it against her with the avidity of a hungry Hon pouncing on fresh meat, slipping the immense, pulsing log through the soft down of her fluffy cunt hair. Her cuntlips seemed to open wider, as if beckoning the mighty cock inside, and once the meaty point had begun its entrance, it dilated and clung to his spongy flesh. Now as he pushed, her vaginal interior enlarged to make room for the mighty mass of invading cock. The solid rod rammed forward, easing further into the previously unexplored, confines of Rona's burning emit until it stopped very suddenly, blocked from further entry by the virginal barrier of Rona's cherry. And Manset could tell it was one solid, tender membrane and not something easily breakable.
Pressing his cockhead firmly against the hymen, Manset slid back, cocking his hips, then forced the mighty piston forward, intent on charging through the restraining barrier on the first plunge. Rona moaned a mixture of pleasure and pain, though the pleasure was so overpowering, the pain she felt only enhanced the pleasure even more. And as the pain increased, so did the satisfaction. She shuddered as the strong wall of membrane resisted.
"Hurry it up," Joan Sumner whispered, seeing no blood on his solid meat as it slid back, readying itself for the next delightful attack.
The lunge was slow, hard, and forceful. But Manset's cockhead once again bounced off the resisting, unyielding barrier. He drew back and rammed forward with even greater force, but to no avail. The hymen refused to surrender. And then he was slamming his ponderous prick into the slick tunnel of the young girl with the power of a steam locomotive. Again, again, again, and again he thundered forward.
"Uhhhh," Rona wailed, agonized yet feeling gratification beyond measure as the moving pump continued forcefully slamming into her.
There was pain, but it was so overpowered by the rapturous enchantment of his cock sliding back and forth in her now well-oiled tunnel, Rona was easily able to ignore it. Manset pounded all the harder, but in spite of his continued attacks, his huge, solid, mucus-soaked cock continued butting its rubbery head up against a thin membrane as unyielding as any brick walk
Rona was afraid to move her own hips, terrified the pleasure would recede and the pain would increase. She wanted to match his movements, knowing if she countered the plunges of his cock with upward thrusts of her loins, the cherry would break all the sooner, and the sooner the pain ended, the more intense the satisfaction would be.
Her body was awash with perspiration and she was breathing in crying gasps as Manset once again slammed his meaty rod into her, running the mighty javelin of prick just the littlest bit deeper, beating relentlessly against the thin membrane. She could feel his swinging balls slam into her perineum like a pair of wrecking weights.
Now, at last, the membrane was starting to stretch. Manset could feel it stretching as his powerful prick rammed in a bit deeper. The barrier was still there, but it was stretching inward.
Rona could feel it now, as well. The pleasure was magnified all the more as the head of his prick rubbed parts of her vaginal walls never before touched. Her resisting cherry caused a stinging sensation, but because the felicitous bliss was so overpowering, Rona accepted the pain as belonging with the beautification. The cock was a long, lunging lance trying to stab up into her belly. An instrument of unrelenting pleasure as well as an engine of intrusion, it finally built the ecstasy within Rona to such a high point, she could no longer passively he there.
Now she began responding to his forward lunges. She began lifting the center of her body, countering his attacks with plunges of her own. Her hands were around his back, holding him tightly to her, and she could feel his back muscles ripple under her pressing fingers as his loins powered his fleshy truncheon farther and farther into her. Each spear-like thrust enlarged and thinned out the barrier a bit more, pressuring it to surrender. Rona realized hers had been a stubborn virtue in more ways than one. And then, just like that, his cock suddenly broke through, ripping the hymen to just so many shreds. For one short instant the pain got through to Rona, and then it was gone forever. For a short second her face contorted, and Joan Sumner's triumph was complete. Rona's face became a study in agony for the briefest moment as she cried for the loss of her purity.
And then the mighty pole reamed its way into the open hole, a burning, solid mass, forcing the walls of her cunt apart like a pry bar. It traveled deeper and deeper, and Rona felt as if a huge diesel-powered train was speeding through the hollow of her thrilled pussy, moving so swiftly it would run right through her belly up into her throat and strangle her.
The tunnel of her cunt began enlarging, increasing in size to hold the full width of the long, hard, straight antler goring her so wonderfully. For the first time Rona realized the true purpose of her pussy, and in doing so, became aware of all the flesh, tissue, and muscle inside. And so she now began squeezing, contracting her muscles, crushing Manset's mighty cock within the flaming depths of her squeezing vagina, determined to enjoy it to the utmost. Her hips were bouncing madly against the mattress as though signaling the beginning of her orgasm
Joan Sumner stared as their bodies pounded against one another, flat stomach slapping flat stomach, slamming against one another with the madness of sex-crazed rabbits. Rona no longer felt any hint of pain, but was now undergoing total, pure sensuality as the solid shank moved quickly, oiled by the heavy liquid of her lasciviousness, plus the lubriciousness of his cock, added to the virginal blood mixed in and coating the pounding piston. As they gasped and sighed, Joan Sumner laughed. Another Mildred made impure.
Even so, this had been a particularly difficult bitch, and where Joan's hate for the girl should have ended here and now with her deflowering, for some unexplainable reason Joan wasn't totally satisfied. She wanted to totally and thoroughly degrade this difficult little baggage. How dare Rona argue and give her a hard time. How dare she refuse to kiss her cunt. No, Joan wasn't through with her, not by a long shot. For now, let her have her orgasm Let her have many orgasms. Let her become addicted to sex. Once she left Joan's home she'd be putting out right and left, becoming a street whore in no time.
"Fuck me!" Rona was screaming out loud to Bob Manset. "Fuck me harder! Keep on fucking, dammit! I'm . . . uhhh . . . commiinnnngg!"
And come she did. She came so hard she almost dislodged Manset, turning and twisting, writhing all over the bed. The huge cock had completely stopped up her vaginal tunnel. It totally blocked every bit of space, touching everything and everywhere, and Rona was experiencing an orgasm five times more powerful than the one she'd had the previous night. One and then another, and then another, and yet another. They kept coming, one on top of the other, never giving anything a chance to recede. She came again and again, her senses completely lost. There was no right and wrong. There was no immorality. There was no evil. There was only this, and this was everything. This was the beginning and the end; the be-all and end-all; the one, the only, the total sublime reason for existence. This was the creation of life, the sustaining of life, and the utter completion of life.
Every fiber of her being was caught up in the overwhelming totality of the fuck. There seemed no end to the quantity of continuing climaxes.
Manset knew he would also come, and soon. Virgin cunts always seemed to grip his cock more tightly than the others. Even so, he'd managed to hold off until now. Before he could feel the building of semen within him, he heard Joan
Sumner's voice break into his reverie and ask, "Did you come yet?"
"Not yet," he heard himself gasp, still pumping away.
"We don't want to make our sweet little ex-virgin pregnant," Joan told him "Pull out!"
It was a difficult tiling to do under the circumstances, but even then, Bob Manset had a semblance of self-control, and obeyed.
"What the hell am I supposed to do now?" he wanted to know, his wet, blood-soaked organ waving ponderously from side to side, a great spar.
"Turn her over and shove it up her ass," Joan muttered, maliciously smiling.
Rona was in a nirvana all her own and was completely oblivious to what Joan and Manset were saying. Even the withdrawal of Manset's hard cock seemed to go unnoticed by the girl. And when he flipped her over on her belly, she was so far in another world she never realized anything else was happening until the point of Manset's mighty cock began pressing against her asshole. That was when she first realized she was up on her knees on the bed. She could feel the powerful truncheon pressing against the tight, puckered rosebud of her anus. The solid, rounded knob pushed against resisting ass muscles, poking and prodding, forcing the anal orifice to widen and accept it.
Rona was first beginning to understand. He was trying to push that telephone-pole-sized cock into her ass. Slowly but surely the prick opened her asshole, edging its way into the previously inviolate rictus of her rectum. The anal hallway seemed to tighten as if protesting the intrusion, and Rona, despite the good feeling still filling her cunt, began trembling a little. How did he expect to fit so immense an object into so narrow a hole? She could feel the blunt-nosed cock slide a little deeper, her rectal walls stretching much the same as her vaginal walls had enlarged only minutes earlier. It hurt a little, and yet oddly enough this also felt good. It wasn't the same as taking a good stiff cock in her cunt, and it took another minute before she relaxed enough to open her anal hallway a bit more so he could shove his burning meat in a bit deeper, making her squirm as she felt slightly uncomfortable. But little by little, the hard pole was inching its way in, and somehow Rona knew he wouldn't stop until every millimeter of cock was buried in there. Oddly, she knew she'd be able to hold it.
The mixture of both lubricants, added to the blood of her cunt, let Manset's cock slide in without tearing her anal flesh. Little by little, what discomfort did exist turned to a curious mixture of pleasure and satisfaction. Suddenly she found she was slamming her ass back, hoping to completely engulf the monstrous organ. A new, different thrill was building inside, and Rona suddenly understood. She was about to have another orgasm. Not only that, but it was another kind of orgasm She had never dreamed it was possible to have an anal climax.
Joan Sumner watched and her brow darkened. The girl wasn't supposed to enjoy it. She was supposed to be in pain. She was supposed to be thrashing about, begging for mercy, pleading for Manset to remove his tree trunk-like cock. Instead, she was gasping and moving as if she wanted more. This was all wrong. Damn!
And Bob Manset was enjoying himself, as well. The girl's anal passageway was even tighter than her luscious cunt, and he could feel her ass muscles gripping his pounding prick tightly. What made it even better was the fact he could fit all of his massive cock into her right up to the hilt.
And suddenly Rona's buttocks were slamming so hard against Manset's thighs he thought she might hit him hard enough to knock him completely out of her. She didn't, but the action, combined with the tight way her asshole was squeezing his cock, was too much for him, and now he felt his own gism boil up and spill out, blasting into her ass like a huge fire hose, relentlessly blasting into her again and again, thoroughly coating her insides.
The hot seed made Rona come a third time that evening, and then, completely out of strength, she collapsed on the bed as Bob Man-set and Joan Sumner silently left the room
CHAPTER SIX
The sun came through Joan Sumner's window waking both Joan and Bob Manset. When they had returned to her room the previous night, Joan, all hot and bothered from having watched Manset fuck Rona front and rear, insisted he go down on her and eat until she'd had four separate orgasms. Then, and only then, completely exhausted, did she fall asleep. Manset, himself pooped, wasn't long in following her example.
They showered together and dressed, then went down for breakfast. As they ate, Manset said, "You still want me to find another virgin?"
"The sooner the better," Joan nodded.
"I think I have a prospect," he told her. "I've had my various sources out looking for some time now, and they've spotted someone interesting, working in the bank on Pacific Avenue. I've had them checking into her past, and I think she might be just right. Has no relatives. Her parents died two years ago and she's been taking care of herself. She's boy-shy and doesn't go out on dates. She's probably even more innocent than Rona."
"Well then, bring her here," Joan insisted.
"I want to see her for myself," Manset insisted. "I mean, if she appeals to me, we both know shell appeal to you. But we won't be able to use that same ploy we pulled on Rona. The girl has been living in Sumner all her life and everyone knows her. If we try arresting her for peddling, well have the whole village down on us."
"There are other ways," Joan pointed out
"You mean an outright kidnapping."
"That's crudely put, but quite correct. By the time the young lady is ready to leave here, I'm quite sure she won't want to press charges against us. In fact, if she works at the bank as you say, well see to it she gets a raise, substantial enough to keep her mouth shut."
"Just suppose she can't be bribed?" Manset wanted to know. "Do you intend trying anything drastic?"
"Not at all, Robert. I've learned quite a bit from you. After all, who would believe her? I control the village police, and should the girl go to the county police, they'll merely refer the matter to the village police, who, in turn, will investigate and deny the girl's charges. No Robert, you've taught me the wisdom of not behaving in a drastic manner."
"Fine. I'll get on it right after breakfast."
"Not quite," Joan told him. "I'd prefer you wait until lunchtime."
"Why?" Manset asked.
"I'd like our former virgin to have her second lesson today."
"Why do you need me around?" Manset asked.
"I'm afraid she may be too much for me to handle. The dregs of the drug are still inside her, and she'll be just as hot this morning as she was last night. You've seen the effects of the aphrodisiac before. You know it takes a while to wear off."
"You're really picking on her, aren't you?" Manset said.
"She needs a lesson," Joan snapped. "I don't like her holier-than-thou attitude. She'll learn proper obedience. Then, and only then, will I leave her alone."
"Considering her upbringing, it may take a long time."
"Yes," Joan nodded, smiling. "Shall we have breakfast?"
While Joan and Bob Manset were eating, Rona awakened and found herself burning up again, uncontrollably shaking and though she still didn't know she'd been drugged, she knew now she was completely addicted to cock. Just as a tiger who tastes meat can never return to milk, so Rona knew she'd never be able to have an existence without sex. She needed orgasms as badly as any junkie needed a fix. Perhaps, with the passage of time, the overpowering need would wear off and she'd be able to control this lust to some extent. Most people managed to contain themselves. Even newlyweds, after the honeymoon, were able to relax a little. Yes, that was it.
She was like a newlywed, tasting sex for the first time and enjoying it so much, her body required more and more, at least for a little while. Well, Joan Sumner had wanted her to learn all the perverted things she herself already knew. At this point, Rona was more than willing. It angered her to think she'd sunk to Joan's level. It almost disgusted her, in fact. Yet she knew she was beyond control, and Joan could easily punish her by withholding Manset's cock. Not that Rona expected the older woman to do that. She remembered the promises Joan had extracted from her. Too, she knew she would keep those promises. She wasn't one to give her word lightly. More, Joan Sumner knew it as well.
Going to the bathroom, Rona took care of her ablutions, this time taking a bubble bath using the cinnamon-scented soap. She wondered which flavor went best with her skin. Heck, that wasn't her worry. Let Joan and Bob find it out.
She was drying herself off when she heard her bedroom door open. Peering into the bedroom she saw both, Joan Sumner and Bob Manset. The sight of Manset made her shiver even more, and the burning sensation inside her began increasing again.
"How are you this morning?" Joan asked.
"I.. . I.. . need him again." she told Joan, not bothering to cover her body this time.
"No," Joan told her, quietly.
"Please," Rona begged.
"No," Joan said again. "This time we go to my special playroom. This time it's your turn to give instead of get."
Turning, she left Rona's room with Manset in tow. Rona, terrified for a minute she would receive nothing, went running after them. Her nakedness no longer bothered her, despite the fact that both Joan and Manset were wearing robes. She followed them down the basement stairs, through the large, ordinary playroom to the room with the immense bed.
"You're learning," Joan nodded, undressing and throwing her robe off to the side. "Now, no preliminaries, no warm-up kisses. I want you licking my pussy, and right now."
She lay on the bed and parted her thighs. Rona hesitated for the briefest instant, looking at Bob Manset. She saw the latter nod.
All right, she thought, all right. If this is the only way to receive my own satisfaction, I'll do what she wants.
Determined not to become disgusted, Rona began fantasizing as she stared at Joan's wet crack. She saw it as a masterpiece of the Creator, never to be equaled by anything of man's. It was a unique work of art.
Joan, her head resting on a mound of pillows, stared between her thighs at Rona's face, and knew she had the girl. She saw the girl was breathing more slowly, and Rona's eyes were almost closed, opened just enough to see her target. She knew nothing else mattered save that opening between her thighs.
Yes, Rona thought, the organ was so lovely it was almost as if it were a thing apart from the rest of Joan Sumner. It seemed to be beckoning to Rona, urging her forward. Yes, the sight of that hair-fringed area at the juncture of Joan's thighs was having its effect on her. Rona suddenly realized she wanted to kiss it. She wanted to make love to it, to lick it, to press her lips to the wet, widening crack. It was a beautiful sight. And she had no doubt her own cunt was every bit as lovely. No wonder both Joan and Manset had kissed it. Now she could understand why.
How did one go about correctly putting into words the thick, mossy growth of surrounding hair, a lovely natural mat surrounding the shimmering slit? Though her own pussy hair was softer, Rona thought of Joan's growth as strands of shimmering, dark silk. And then that cunt, that lovely, delicious-looking cunt. Its two fleshy ridges seemed to shine, changing from a light magenta to a deep, rich red. Staring more closely into the trove, Rona saw the cuntlips as flower petals, hiding the sweet-smelling center of a lovely rose. The outer labia seemed almost door-like, swollen, puffy, and convex. They had parted just enough for Rona to peer inside and examine the soft, tender inner lips, both of which vibrated and shuddered, also changing color as Joan became increasingly excited.
At the peak of the lush pussy, Rona saw the small pearl of Joan's clitoris. She knew what it was instantly, having thrilled to both Joan's and Manset's mouth touching her own bud. As she stared more closely at the little bead, it seemed to grow, and suddenly Rona realized she was staring at a miniature version of the monstrous growth sported by Bob Manset. Rona suddenly understood how sensitive Manset's cock was. If she could feel all those wonderful sensations coursing through her body as a result of what Manset's tongue had done while touching her clitoris, then Manset's hard cock, so much bigger, laced with an equal quantity of larger nerve-endings must be at least equally sensitive, if not more so.
Rona realized she was salivating. She really wanted to glue her mouth to the leaking split at which she now avariciously stared. If this was depravity, then so be it, she was depraved. She could see the way Joan's throbbing cunt twitched, and how it was aching for oral caresses.
Rona blocked out everything else, concentrating on the vaginal entranceway. Its very shape suggested what she'd already known since feeling the overpowering heat envelop her the previous night. It was designed as the natural container for a cock. No, it was designed as a natural container for all cocks. No one vagina was made to hold a single penis. Rona was beginning to understand that now. In a lifetime, a cunt could hold many, many cocks. She was certain Joan Sumner had filled her pussy well to overflowing with masculine meat. And at that moment, Rona envied the older woman.
Staring at the luscious hole, seeing it drip its rich, albeit colorless fluids, Rona felt her tongue move in her mouth. It wanted to come out and start licking immediately. The twitching labia contracted, spraying some of the lubricant at Rona. This wasn't spearmint, licorice, or cinnamon. This was the real thing. This was pussy juice, and it was more arousing than all the perfumes of France.
Closing her eyes, guided by her sense of taste and sense of smell, Rona leaned forward and pressed her lips to the older woman's quivering clit. She was prepared for a vile taste and was ready to overcome it, but to her surprise she found Joan Sumner's cunt was delicious. No wonder Manset and Joan enjoyed sucking her pussy. It was wonderful. She had the sliver of flesh between her lips and she was sucking on it, whipping the sensitive little head with the flat of her tongue. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled deeply, erotic images dancing in her brain. She sucked strongly, tasting the swollen clit, completely engrossed in sucking. She didn't feel Joan Sumner's fingers curl in her hair to press her face more tightly against the slavering split.
Joan arched her back and pressed her divided center against Rona's face.
God! God! The girl was kissing her cunt and doing it with ardor and hunger. The girl was licking her pussy and doing a proper job of it. This was what she'd wanted. This was the way it should always be. All those prim, proper, prissy virgins who knew nothing about life needed this kind of initiation. This would be a better world if everyone could accept sex this easily.
To Joan, Rona's mouth was a cunt. Her tiny clit was an erect penis, and now she began pumping her she-cock into the cunt-like mouth, feeling the pressure of the lips and tongue squeeze tightly against her. The faster she pumped, the more lubricant came slithering out of her well-oiled hole, slobbering against Rona's chin and throat. It made Rona move her tongue a bit lower as she licked up some of the spilling juices.
Joan Sumner had her first climax, a wild, overpowering orgasm but it was not enough. She wanted more. Luckily Rona had no idea the woman had come, and though her mouth opened wide, no longer clamping on the clitoral bud, her tongue was lunging deep into Joan's inner recesses. Rona was on fire, burning all over, wanting to be fucked, but not daring to take her mouth from the tasty vertical smile she was licking. The fragrance of Joan's syrupy cunt was driving her to the heights of ecstasy.
Her tongue lanced in again and again, lapping, slurping, drinking the woman's love fluid as she sucked each of the labia and then returned her attention to the clitoris. Joan had a second climax, slamming her hot pussy hard into Rona's face. And the younger girl thrilled to the feeling of the inner labia pressing around her nose as the surrounding cunt hairs rubbed her forehead and chin.
Joan's thighs wrapped themselves around Rona's head, squeezing and crushing as the older woman found herself lost in a virtual sea of orgasmic satiety. Here was a girl who was a natural cuntlapper. Was she as good at sucking cock? Joan would soon find out. She wanted one more orgasm, just one more, and then she would let Rona go to work on Manset's cock while she, herself, would stuff that void between Rona's thighs, using one of her special dildos.
Now the licking tongue was moving into high gear, rubbing the upper wall of her leaking cunt. It was the same spot touched by a good cock; the spot other than her clitoris that brought her to climatic fruition. Somehow Rona, a pure novice at this, had found that sensitive line running through the roof of her hole, and was now furiously licking away at it. Her tongue was like that of a wild adder, spearing in and out with wild, continuous thrusts, making Joan squirm, writhe, and move across the bed. But even as she moved, Rona stayed with her, her mouth locked on the slithery orifice, licking and slurping, plunging her tongue in ever anew.
It was the wildest cunt-lick Joan had ever experienced. This unknowing girl was doing a better job of eating her than any other person she'd ever known. It was as if Rona had been born to this, foolishly repressed by religious beliefs until she, Joan, had fortunately come along.
She began rising to new heights now, feeling the powerful, all-important orgasm suddenly build inside her, beating against her interior, making her feel bloated with sensation. It was as if an orgasmic balloon was blowing up inside her. It was getting larger and larger, and then, all of a sudden, it burst. But when it burst there was no empty feeling, but rather a torrent of overpowering, critical furor. It slammed against her with the force of a powerful explosion, slamming her to the bed with Rona's face still deeply buried between her widespread loins.
"No more!" Joan screamed. "No more! I can't take it anymore."
She tugged Rona's eager mouth from her oversensitive cunt, throwing her off to the side. Then she clamped her thighs together, actually afraid the young girl would try to force her way back in.
"Now me," Rona begged. "Now me. You promised me if I did everything you wanted, you'd keep me satisfied."
"You haven't done everything I wanted," Joan told her, gasping for breath. "No dear, there are a few minor things to be taken care of."
"For God's sake," Rona yelled. "What more do you want of me? I've done everything you've asked me to do. I'll keep on doing whatever pleases you, but I need some relief, too."
"And you'll get it," Joan agreed, "but only after you've done what I want you to do."
"Then tell me what more you want done," Rona pleaded.
"You see Bob's penis?" she asked, pointing to the naked Manset's huge organ, solid and standing out from between his thighs.
"Yes, I see it," Rona nodded. "I want it buried between my legs."
"I have a bigger thing to bury between your legs," Joan told her, smiling. "But while I'm stuffing that thing into you, you have to fill your mouth and throat with that marvelous cock."
"I'll strangle to death," Rona gasped.
"Not if you do it correctly," Joan told her. "All you have to do is relax your throat muscles, and you'll be able to swallow the full nine inches. It may be a bit uncomfortable, but you can do it. And if you do it properly, as a reward, I'm going to give you this, all the way up your sweet little cunt."
Joan had gotten off the bed and had opened a nearby night table. From within, she extracted a dildo nearly a foot long, with a thickness greater than that of Manset's cock.
Rona stared at the instrument unbelievingly, and finally said: "I'll never fit all of that into me."
"Probably not," Joan agreed, "but well stuff as much of it into you as we possibly can. I promise you, you'll love it."
"Have a heart," Rona begged, licking some of the smears of Joan's cunt juice from her lips.
"Remember your promise," Joan said, delighted to see the girl was actually enjoying the taste of her pussy. Before the day was over, Rona would learn to enjoy a few more things.
Rona fell to her knees in front of Bob Manset, determined to do as good a job of blowing him as she had eaten Joan. Burning with the need for satisfaction, the fire inside her made her all the more attentive to what she was now doing. Reaching out, she let his loose, hanging balls fill her hand, and she thrilled to the way the wrinkled scrotum moved. Her eyes were raptly on the thick, heavy cock, knowing she had to swallow it all.
Manset was six feet tall with a very impressive, solid body. His shoulders were straight and firm, and his legs were solid towers of support. It was only natural he have a magnificent cock, as well. It was something no Rodin, Michelangelo, or Cellini could have properly copied.
Yes, Rona had to admit, it was beautiful. Two days ago she would have been terrified at the thought of merely looking at so marvelous an instrument. Now here she was about to swallow it, taking the entire nine inches into her mouth, and as much of it down her throat as possible. Christ! It was marvelous-erect, proud, swollen with blood, hued with a purple top and a light tan shank, throbbing, shining, vibrating with life. And as thick as the bole was, she could see the outlines of the various blood vessels tracing their way around it. The lubricant coating the swollen head made it shine as though shellacked.
Leaning forward, she tentatively put her tongue out and licked the shining fluid off his cock head. It made the penis jump. Her wet tongue ran over the purple head again and again, moving in ever smaller circles until the point of her tongue came into contact with the tiny slit in the head of his cock. As if she'd done it all her life, Rona let her tongue flick in and out of the tiny hole, swallowing up more of the juices it emitted. Manset, completely unprepared for the excellent way she was tonguing his meat, felt himself building very quickly. Not even Joan Sumner was this good, and Joan was better than all the others he'd ever known.
Manset was feeling ecstatic agony. But so wholly unprepared had he been for this that his sighs of rapture sounded more like a death rattle. The girl was unreal. She was unlike any woman he'd ever known before. Had she decided to make a living this way, she could have charged fifty dollars a blowjob, and men would line up to pay her.
There was just so far that Rona could plunge the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit: the eye, after all, was very small and narrow. Yet, there was plenty of meat to the surface of the purple penis head, and now her tongue was darting along the sensitive flesh until the purple cap became even more mottled. Storm clouds seemed to form within the swollen prick, and both Manset and Rona knew he would shortly be blasting forth one helluva deluge.
The fleshy pole throbbed increasingly as his balls began to tighten and pull away from her palm into his body. A quivering within began to heighten. It was a feeling over which Manset had no control. He was breathing heavily, matching the speeded-up cadence of his heart. For some reason, Bob Manset felt like screaming, thinking perhaps a scream might ease the tenseness building within him. But at that point, he wasn't even able to whisper. He couldn't even make a guttural sound in his throat. Every bit of his strength was sliding into his cock. His balls were working overtime, manufacturing gallons of thick cream. Rona was the kind of cocksucker every man dreams of knowing, and though he thinks he may have found her once or twice in his life, he knows for a fact he hasn't when he finally encounters Rona-and fully understands what an ultimate fellatrix is. Rona was born to cocksucking as surely as he had been naturally given to cunt-lapping. She was probably the greatest tongue-lapping female alive. Not that
Manset had tested every other woman in the world, but he'd had more than a few, and none could even begin to compare with this sweet, formerly pure and innocent ex-virgin.
Her lips clamped tightly on the head, ringing it with fantastic sucking force. She clamped her tongue tightly against the underside of his monolithic cock, and with a slurping, sucked as much of it in as her mouth could contain. Her tongue rubbed hard against the bottom of the throbbing cock and Manset shook even more. And then, as instructed, Rona relaxed her throat muscles and, little by little, began inching the monstrous cock deep into her esophagus. In almost no time, she was right down to the base, his hairy pelvis scrubbing her lips. And then she did something no woman before had ever done for Bob Manset. She opened her mouth even wider, and suddenly she was swallowing his testicles along with the full length of his cock. Her hands clutched the cheeks of his ass, clutching his pubis tightly against her face. Then she relaxed her hold, eased away a bit, surrendering the balls and four inches of monstrous cock before ramming her head forward and swallowing them down again.
An experienced cocksucker would have envied her. A novice would never have believed it possible. Her oral abilities were unbounded and unbelievable. She no longer felt any sense of guilt or shame. She knew Manset had a full load of cream, just waiting to be unleashed, and she was determined she would swallow every drop. Nothing would be spilled. At that point, the burning gism was the most important thing in her life.
Joan stared at the girl in wonder. She'd strapped the dildo on, intending to go into the girl's cunt from the rear while Rona was sucking Manset's penis. But the spectacle was something not to be missed. She had to watch the whole thing. Manset seemed to be the world's greatest expression artist. His face contorted, at first reflecting ecstasy, then sorrow, then pleasure, then agony. The way Rona's mouth continually vacuumed his balls in, left no doubt the man was in some kind of pain. The only way to end the pain would be for the man to finally shoot his load. It was obvious Manset was no longer aware of anyone or anything. He was concentrating solely on the way the girl was sucking, thrilling to the wide-opened over-hot mouth of the young girl as it traversed the length of his hard dick, back and forth, back and forth. Saliva was pouring from her mouth, trickling over his balls onto his thighs as he stood rooted, unable to move. Some of the sputum fell onto Rona's knees, and she took one hand from Manset's asscheeks and rubbed the spittle against her own burning pussy. This caused her to speed up her oral ministrations, and Manset, no longer able to hold himself back, erupted violently down her throat. Burning, thick, heavy cream came spewing forth, charging into her gullet.
The boiling, bubbling fluid spattered deep into her belly, coating her throat as well. Gusher after gusher erupted heavily down the girl's eager, questing throat, as she continued rubbing her own clitoris with the saliva on her thighs. Her own oils were now pouring out and she continued rubbing them in, as well. This only served to make her head-bobbing action even greater, and a liquid avalanche continued rushing down her throat. She sucked and sucked and sucked, and even as the penis began shrinking, she continued sucking. Now she could savor the heavy balls.
No longer preparing to release a weighty load, they relaxed in their skin container, falling into her eager mouth. Manset reached down and gripped her hair, unable to keep his balance. He almost toppled over, and only Rona's oral grip on his penis kept him upright. Had he fallen over at that point, it was possible she would have castrated him with her teeth, taking off his balls along with his cock as she strongly sucked, pulling out every last drop of the thick, heavy liquid.
Finally it was over. Manset eased his limp, dangling cock from the girl's sucking mouth and collapsed on the floor. He was unable to move. A few more like those, and he'd be fit for nothing. The girl had totally drained him.
"Now," Rona screamed. "Now you have to keep your promise," she said to Joan Sumner.
"Yes," Joan agreed, dazed by the girl's performance. "Now I have to keep my promise."
She had the huge, cock-like piece of hard rubber strapped artfully between her thighs in exactly the same place a man's penis belonged. When Rona came to her, grabbing the dildo with her hand, she was surprised at the weight of it. It didn't have the heat of a penis, but that was all it lacked. It was as heavy as a real organ, and it was one helluva lot thicker and longer.
She fell back on the bed, pulling Joan by the dildo. When Joan's knees hit the mattress between her thighs, Rona tugged the dildo forward, placing it against her creaming, aching slit. She had been waiting overlong for this. Her entire vaginal canal was a mass of liquid. She stuffed, feeling the huge breadth of artificial cock widen her vaginal interior as Joan Sumner pushed forward. She felt as if she were being deflowered all over again. The thickness of the rubber rammed Into her and she moaned a "gnnngh" as Joan pressed it further and further until the point of the thick, unreal cock touched the neck of the girl's young womb. Joan knew she had gone as far as she could, and was preparing to pull back when Rona suddenly screamed and began coming, having multiple orgasms. The mere entry of the dildo had triggered her, and she came heavily.
Joan, not content with Rona's having her many orgasms, began giving her a little hip action, and on top of the group of climaxes she was already experiencing, Rona began coming again, one wave of crises following another. Her body jerked and spasmed wildly, uncontrollably, madly, and just when it seemed the wave of overpowering feeling was passing, another series of sensations took hold of her.
Rona's hips were working even faster than Joan's, letting her aroused cunt, filled with shivering thrills, run up and down along the artificial penis, wild with trembling excitement.
There was no control left in her. She was coming so swiftly now, one climax blended into another. It seemed like one long, lasting orgasm
Pleased Rona was so totally affected, Joan wanted to ram the dildo clear through the girl's cervix, up into her stomach. She was overjoyed the girl was so thoroughly corrupted, knowing Rona would still suffer guilty pangs for awhile, and that was what pleased her the most. The knowledge the girl would suffer as much as she was now enjoying herself made Joan's revenge complete.
"Fuck," Rona was whimpering. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
"No more," Joan screamed, suddenly tugging the dildo out. "No more. You've had enough."
And before Rona could protest and beg for more, Joan tore the dildo off, and with it still in her hand, ran from the room. Bob Manset hurried after her, and suddenly Rona felt alone. Just as she'd felt alone when the two had been intent on seducing her, so did she now feel alone and untouched wanting to seduce them
CHAPTER SEVEN
The rest of the day passed swiftly for Rona. She ate lunch, then went to her room and fell asleep. At about eight o'clock, she went down to the kitchen and made herself a light supper. The horrible burning sensation within had finally cooled. It was as if the whole thing had been one long bad dream
How could she have done such things? How had she dared perform such abominations? Her conscience was catching up in a hurry. All the things to which she had shut her mind in the last twenty-four hours were now coming back to haunt her. She shuddered, realizing how low she had permitted herself to sink. The whole thing was a living nightmare. She had to escape. She had to get away.
The woman had done something to her, exercised some sort of power over her. She had made Rona suddenly come to love, want, and crave all the evil things she'd repeatedly been told to avoid. How could she allow herself to get caught up in such a horror? Worse, why had she come to enjoy what she had done? She had actually found the taste of Joan Sumner's cunt to be very pleasant. Equally horrible was the way she had thrilled to the fullness of Bob Manset's cock in her mouth and down her throat. When he had finally unloaded his spunk she couldn't wait to drink it all down. It should have disgusted her, made her sick, and even caused her to vomit. Instead, she had thirsted after the sperm the way a vampire lusted for blood.
Even now, without any burning sensations in her own vagina or fiery feeling in her belly, Rona knew she loved fucking, sucking, and everything associated with sex. Her conscience was mercilessly berating her, yet she couldn't find it in herself to feel bad. God! What was wrong with her. Why wouldn't her conscience accept everything as easily as her mind and body had?
Walking into the living room, she stared at her nude reflection in the huge mirror on the wall across the room Odd, but her body seemed to have developed a glow it lacked before. Her breasts seemed a bit fuller, but no less solid, and her hips seemed to angle a bit wider. She was really becoming a woman.
Unknown to Rona, Joan Sumner was watching her on her closed-circuit TV screen. She had been observing Rona ever since the latter had entered the kitchen. At first she was amused, watching the way the girl's head hung in shame. Yes, the little twit was feeling the pangs of remorse now. Good, good! That was precisely what Joan was hoping for.
The three girls who had stayed at the house prior to Rona had been far more sensible. They'd seen there was no way out for them. They had capitulated to her caresses almost immediately. And why shouldn't they? She, Joan, was an extremely attractive woman. She fought to keep herself from getting fat, strenuously dieting even now. She made love expertly, arousing both male and female to the height of ardor in an extremely short time. The other three girls had come to love her. What made this little snipe think she was any better? How dare she run away when Joan ordered her to suck her cunt. In any case, Rona was now no better than the other girls. She had finally come around to Joan's way of thinking. And the worst part of it was, she could outperform all three of the others, combined. Hell, she could outperform the best doxy around, and Joan knew because she had become well-acquainted with a great many whores. Not one of them could measure up to Rona. It was truly a crime for a girl with so natural a talent to waste herself on holy recriminations. Joan had to knock that religious training out of the girl once and for all.
Then she watched Rona go into the living room and stare at her nudity in the huge living room mirror. And that was when Joan knew she no longer needed aphrodisiacs to keep the girl under control. There was no doubt she was no longer feeling physical pangs as she'd felt earlier, but fucking had been completely ingrained in her. She was one hot little bitch, totally unable to control herself. This was the revenge for which Joan had planned. Yes, she had the girl right where she wanted her now, and to make certain, she would watch the girl fuck two men at once, without any stimulants.
Both the two men working for her, Tom Furio and John Bardo, had the night off. Rona had seen John before when he'd served supper the previous night. She had never seen Tom. Between them, the two men would find out just how good the girl was without any aphrodisiacs urging her on.
Joan knew where they went on their nights off. They loved their sex and usually went to one of the village's whorehouses. But before going there, they almost always spent an hour or two at the Dixie Belle Bar & Grill. Maybe she could still catch them there.
The Dixie Belle was on South Main Street, right next to a motel of the same name, both owned by the same person. Joan had never gone into the bar before, but she was so desirous of reaching the two men, she walked in without thinking twice.
Inside, the place was noisy, with cigarette smoke hanging in the air. A lot of occupied tables stood between Joan and the bar, and a lot of hands were trying to grab her as she passed the tables. She ignored them all and kept on walking.
Standing at the corner of the bar were Tom Furio and John Bardo. Both were guzzling beer, and neither had picked up a girl. Had Joan not come along, there was no question but that the two men would have spent the night at a local bawdy house.
Both were surprised to see Joan there, and though it was their night off, neither questioned her when she asked them to return to the house with her. Neither knew what to think. They had never been invited to share her bed, and didn't bother entertaining thoughts "in that direction. They figured they'd leave the "old lady" to Bob Manset, and go pay for some young ass.
"How would the two of you like a nice young woman for the night?" Joan asked. "She's yours for the asking, and free."
"What's the catch?" Furio asked.
He was six feet tall, with a huge barrel chest and a strong face. His voice was soft and didn't belong to so powerful a body. He was much stronger than Bardo, who was the handsomer of the two, and the more slender of the two despite the pot starting to form
"No catch," Joan told him. "I have that sweet little girl Bob brought home the other day. She was one of those pristine types when Robert brought her into the house. She's learned a bit, since. But all she's had is Robert and myself. I think it time she became acquainted with others, like John and yourself. She's yours for the night. The two of you can use her as you see fit with no interference from me."
"What if she doesn't like the idea?" Furio asked.
"I'm depending on the two of you to make her like the idea," Joan told him, smiling. When they reached the Simmer Mansion, Joan brought the two of them directly to Rona's bedroom She entered without knocking, and when Rona saw the two men standing behind Joan, she gasped and tried to hide her nakedness in the bathroom. Before she could shut the door, Joan called out to her to come out, explaining the two men were her playmates for the night.
"Stop it!" Rona screamed. "Why must you continue to degrade me this way? I've done nothing to hurt you! Two nights ago I was quietly minding my own business when this whole nightmare began. Can't you have the decency to let me pick up my life where I left it?"
"You mean you want to return to a jail cell?" Joan asked. "Don't forget, Bob and I didn't come into your life until after you were arrested for streetwalking. Anytime you wish to return to the police station, just say the word."
"You win," Rona groaned. "You always win. What do you want me to do now?"
"First," Joan told her, "I want you to come out here."
Slowly, Rona walked back into the bedroom, letting the two rough men feast their eyes on her tempting body. It still radiated with the satisfaction she'd been receiving. She recognized John Bardo as the manservant who had waited on her the first night she'd had supper there. She didn't know the other man.
"You know John, of course," Joan was saying. "Tom works here, too. He's the cook as well as the gardener. Right now the weather doesn't permit him to do much gardening, but in order for him to keep in shape, I decided he could do another kind of planting. I think it time you learned the glories of other penises, Rona. Also, I think it time a man shot his come into your sweet, dainty little cunt. A hot bath afterward will wash out any possibility of your becoming pregnant. I'm certain the boys here will give you the opportunity to take quite a few hot baths before this night has ended."
"Don't do this to me," Rona asked softly, no longer begging. "I never did anything to hurt you. I don't deserve this."
"I'm doing you a favor," Joan rationalized. "The world is filled with men who will lust after you. More than one will have you. The time has come for you to experience other cocks. These are two of the finest I could bring you. Both are clean . . . " She hesitated and looked at the two men. They nodded. ". . . And so, there's no possibility of your picking up some social disease. Enjoy yourselves, all three of you." And smiling, Joan left, shutting the door behind her.
"Don't make me pregnant," was all she could think to say as the two men undressed.
Both were strong, rough men, but the sight of the helpless sixteen year old, standing naked before them, touched something in them
"We don't have to risk knocking her up, do we?" Bardo asked Furio.
"Not if she does everything we say," Furio agreed, shaking his head.
Naked, he looked more grotesque. His hairy chest was huge, but his belly was only slightly rounded. He had no weight in that area at all. Bardo was just the opposite. He carried all his weight in his stomach, and it protruded a bit more than Furio's, but his chest, though far from flabby, was not large.
"C'mere," Furio ordered, sitting on the bed. His erection stood up between his thighs like a flesh colossus. It was long and fat, though not as long nor as thick as Bob Manset's. Yet Furio's had a perfect shape to it not even Manset could match. From its base to its tip, Furio's red cock looked like a blunt-nosed rocket ready for launching. He had a small pair of balls considering how long and thick his cock was.
"Work on this," Furio ordered, pointing to his rigid cock.
Rona fell to her knees, staring at the phallus. She didn't have the burning heat inside her she'd felt earlier, but the sight of the perfect-looking penis had aroused something inside her. She knew she had developed a perversion. She enjoyed sucking. The moment she had put Bob Manset's wonderful cock in her mouth, expecting to become sick, she had realized she would love it. Alone in her room earlier, she had been able to berate herself and let her conscience tear her apart for all the things she'd enjoyed. But now, in the presence of cock all over again, she realized she was helpless.
She really enjoyed fellating. She knew she was going to suck the cocks of both men. She would do whatever they wanted, and not because she was afraid of them, as Joan Sumner thought. Oh she was afraid, to a certain extent, but it wasn't fear that had her on her knees, hungrily eyeing the red tower of flesh wavering before her eyes. And when John Bardo knelt behind her and began kissing her spine, it wasn't fright that caused her to shudder. She was addicted to cock. She was one hundred percent addicted. And now she knew it was an addiction that would never leave her system, no matter how much she scolded herself when alone, or cried, or felt remorse.
Her head was now on Furio's knees. She was kissing his thighs, feeling the heat of the swollen member. God, yes, she had to have it in her mouth. She to taste it and drain it of the heavy liquid filling the sacs beneath. Her tongue was slippery with saliva as she anticipated swallowing the pulsing prick, and she could already feel Furio's hand caressing the back of her neck as if he damn well knew what she intended and was more than willing to go along. She leaned forward, licked the bright red knob, then pulled back, as if trying to placate her ever bothersome conscience.
Instantly, Tom Furio's hand tightened on her neck and brought her back. Now she could placate her conscience in that she was being forced to suck, while at the same time her unconscious was fully aware how much she loved it. Furio pulled her face right up against the solid staff, pressing its bulbous head to her closed lips. It rubbed, and she could feel the spongy knob as it leaked its colorless, odorless, tasteless fluid.
Little by little, the pressure of the prick head against her lips forced her to open her mouth. Little by little, she began accepting the solid member into her mouth, licking with her tongue while pressing a circle around it with her lips.
Where Bob Manset's throbbing cock had tasted meaty, this one had a sweetness to it, like honey-beef. She liked the taste. Even more, she liked its round smoothness, and all the while she-wriggled as John Bardo's tongue kept moving up and down her spine. She had bathed an hour earlier, using a peppermint bubble bath, and Bardo was licking it all off her back, and loving it.
There was nothing bland or tasteless about the cock. Nor was there anything pungent and strong about it. Apparently Furio was as fastidious about cleanliness as she. But it was delicious. Like a solid tube of hard rubber.. . yes . . . much like the dildo Joan had pushed into her, earlier. It began firmly working its way across her tongue, rubbing the roof of her mouth, causing her cheeks to bloat and hollow as she sucked and swallowed, not wanting to gag on her own saliva. Her head moved farther along, swallowing more of the meat until she felt the rubbery head press into her throat. Well, she'd done it with Manset, there was no reason why she couldn't do it with Furio, whose cock was just the littlest bit thinner and shorter. Relaxing her throat muscles, she took the power-driven phallus into her gullet, clamping her throat muscles around it, squeezing it, driving Furio into a frenzy.
My God! he thought. He had been blown by experts, but none of them had been this good. How could such a pure, sweet, innocent, childlike girl blow so fantastically. She was continuing to suck more and more of him deeper into her throat. Her head hadn't bobbed once. It had all been going in one direction. He could feel her esophagus all but crush his corona as it wedged itself into the girl's throat, and still she didn't stop. Down she went, going further, not stopping until her lips were being brushed by the hairs of his pelvis. Even then, she kept moving her head lower until her lips were actually planting strong kisses on his pubic mound. Furio could hear sirens wailing in his ears as burning lava rumbled in his testicles, working itself into enough of a fury to eventually come shooting through the flesh tube of his powerful cock. But it still hadn't boiled enough, and when the girl's lips finally touched bottom and then began retreating, rising, moving in the reverse direction, releasing his meaty penile point as her lips slid backwards along the heavy pole of cockflesh, Furio shivered, completely out of control. Never, but never, had he experienced a mouth like this. The woman was a sexual succubus. He was in an exquisite agony he wouldn't trade for Heaven itself.
Bringing her mouth all the way back, Rona let her tongue flutter lightly around the heavy red bulb, tasting the seeping liquid as it came oozing forth from the sightless eye. Then she let her tongue lick up and down against the underside, slurping in the transparent sauce each time she reached the top.
Her pulses trip hammered strongly all over her body, keeping time with her thudding heart. The clutch of Furio's fingers on her nape made Rona tingle. It was one thing to enjoy sucking a cock, it was something else to enjoy being forced to do it
I'm a cocksucker, Rona thought, no longer making excuses for herself. I'm a cocksucker, and I like it. Not only do I like it, but listen to the poor man whose cock I'm sucking. He loves it even more than I, if such a thing is possible. His big fat dripping penis is almost ready to unleash its contents. Look at the way the thing is throbbing. Yes, I'm a cocksucker,-and I'm glad I discovered how wonderful it is.
John Bardo's tongue had reached lower and lower along Rona's spine. Now it was riding into her asscrack, and she was thrusting her hips forward and back, matching Bardo's rapidly thrusting oral digit. And Furio's hips were moving in rhythm with her own, back and forth as her lips ovaled around his flesh tube. His loin lunges forced his heavy cock deep into Rona's throat each time, and each time her gullet opened wide to receive the heavy, meaty head. Now her throat and her lips were applying strong pressure as she crushed the warm circle of her mouth ever tighter around the intruding flesh. As she sucked, her hands snaked between his thighs and lightly squeezed his compressed scrotum They weren't nearly as big as Manset's balls, but she liked the way they filled her palm with room to spare. The sac was less wrinkled than Manset's, but it was much hairier. She could feel the weight of the two testicles completely filling the leather-like bag. They were young and firm, and when she squeezed she could sense him shuddering. But she knew she wasn't hurting him. There was no pain in the way he was gasping. She used her other hand to apply rubbing pressure while her mouth continued pistoning up and down on the heavy ramrod. She was doing her best to orally milk his cock of the milky fluid it would soon release, occasionally gulping, swallowing his colorless lubrication along with her saliva.
The stiff poker in her mouth began getting harder and tighter. She remembered the sensation before, recalling how Bob Manset had let flow a river of delicious sperm down her throat only seconds after his own thick cock had stiffened in just such a way. Too, Furio was grunting loudly, like a male gorilla in heat.
And then he was coming. He was unleashing a blast of come to flood the delta of the Nile. More and more liquid came blasting from his stiff cock, firing the hot cream down Rona's hungering throat into her eager belly. She drank as if his penis were the Fountain of Youth. Gobs of continuous fluid poured into her, filling her with all kinds of warmth. And the best part was that there was more to come.
Corrupt, decadent bitch, Joan Sumner thought, watching on her closed-circuit monitor. Violated and violating. Impure and unchaste. Cock-hungry, prick-eating, prurient whore.
Yes, she, Joan, had done it. She had made the girl a solid nerve center of erogenous zones. The girl had no control over herself. There was one more step to the girl's final degradation, but it could wait. Right now she wanted to see the end of the menage-a-trois she had brought together.
Rona had sucked until Furio's cock was completely dry. Even then, she had continued sucking. The penis had refused to shrink, and Rona had believed there might be a drop or two of gism still floating around inside. But after a while, all she was getting was more lubricant. Not a drop of sperm was left.
Furio pulled her head off his cock, unable to take the leeching of her lovely mouth.
"Did I do something wrong?" she asked.
"No," Furio told her, shaking his head, catching his breath. "I just wanna try something different."
"Like what?" she asked.
"I wanna feel your cunt surrounding my cock," he told her.
"Don't come," she reminded him.
"Are you kidding?" he laughed. "Ml be one helluva long time before I'm ready to come again. Come on, let's feel your tight cunt."
He lay back and Rona straddled him. Then she guided the thick phallic head to her creaming slit. She was lubricating so heavily, Furio slid right in despite her near-virgin tightness. And her cuntwalls crushed his obtruding cock as solidly as her lips had earlier. Only Furio could feel the walls crushing the full length of his cock, all at once. And miraculously, the girl had depth. She was just barely able to contain Furio's full length. Once she was all the way down, Furio held her down and made her lean forward.
"Now," he whispered to Bardo: "Stick your prick right up her ass. Well pump her between us."
John Bardo's cock was not as thick or as long as either Tom Furio's or Bob Manset's. It was a standard, six inch job, with normal breadth. After Reeling Manset's cock buried in her ass, followed by that immense dildo later on, Rona found John Bardo's prick the easiest thing in the world to handle. It slid right into her asshole, completely lubricated by its own liquid.
Rona felt the wildest, strangest sensation yet. With one cock plugging her cunt and the other locked in her ass, she began moving back and forth, thrilling to the new electricity shooting through her body. A thin, membranous wall was all that separated her cunt from her anus, and she could feel the friction of both cocks in her at once, pressing against the wall, rubbing up against each other. Wild was the mildest word she could think of. There really was no word to describe the sensation she was feeling. Once again her conscience interjected how lewd and disgusting the whole thing was, and once again her unconscious mind sent a message to her conscious saying how wonderful it was to be lewd.
She moved back and forth, feeling both cocks slide in and out together, in an insane kind of joint rhythm. Rona felt her pores open wide as her perspiration came flooding out, coating her body with a slick shininess. Her breath was beginning to burn in her lungs and she voluntarily speeded up her movement, feeling John Bardo match her attacks with lunges of his own as deep into her tight ass as he could go.
Bardo had known more than a few women in his young life. His natural good looks had drawn the females like flies, and he had popped his share of cherries, as well as having fucked some of the most experienced chicks in existence. He'd pumped his share of ass, too. He'd fucked fat asses, small asses, round asses, flat asses; asses with narrow, tight holes, and asses with holes large enough to hold a fist. Rona's was one of the tightest he'd ever known, but once he'd put his cock all the way in, she'd tightened her ass muscles as no other girl had ever done. His cock was all but locked into the narrow confines of the anal canal. She bucked back and forth, making him gasp with pleasure. He was glad he'd waited, and yet, tight as her grip was, he couldn't come. Damn it all, why couldn't he pop his load? He could feel the walls of her anal cavity tightly squeeze the trunk of his cock. The pressure was fantastic The feeling was unbelievable. Yet, he couldn't come. He just couldn't come. He rammed his flaming meat to the hilt inside her ass, feeling the bounciness of her asscheeks as he slammed against them
Bardo's furious action caused Rona to move even more quickly, and Tom Furio was going out of his mind with the wildness of it all. The woman bucked crazily against him, and Bardo's cock, deep in her ass, was pushing that separating membrane strongly against his own prick, enhancing things even more. If this continued, Furio knew he would shortly come a second time.
Furio's mouth felt her tits sliding back and forth, and he opened his lips and sucked in a long, distended nipple. The action was all Rona needed to start her on a series of wild orgasms. She screamed and began pumping even more wildly, bouncing in all directions at once, pulling Bardo with her.
"More!" she begged, as Bardo's cock rode high up into her rectal center. "Shove that thing deeper."
"I.. . can't," he gasped. "That's as far as it'll go."
"You," she said to Furio, suddenly jumping off his extended cock. "You have a prick long enough to reach deep into me. You fuck me in the ass."
"What about me?" Bardo asked, pulling out his still-swollen cock.
Rona turned and let Furio insert his prick into her anus. Bardo's cock had opened it enough so she felt no pain at all as the monstrous pole slid right in. Rona was on her knees, and she could see John Bardo's stiff prick waving at her, as if inviting her to do something about it. As Furio rammed forward, shoving her forward the slightest bit, Rona opened her mouth and tugged Bardo toward her. His cock was nothing like the others. It fit into her mouth with no trouble at all. She was able to take the full length of it into her mouth and feel the tip brush the back of her throat without actually forcing its way into her much-used esophagus. She sucked and sucked, chewing a bit, biting the spongy glans, nibbling the corona, drinking his continuous flow of colorless ointment as it kept on oozing from his cock.
Furio's continued ass fucking made Rona writhe wildly. It made her suck on Bardo's thrusting cock all the harder as it continued slithering in and out of the girl's hot, burning mouth. One of her hands was fondling Bardo's heavy balls. His genitals were as out of proportion as those of Tom Furio. He had an immense set of heavy balls. In fact, his balls should have been paired with Furio's long, hard, thick cock.
Furio knew he was going to come again. He couldn't stop himself. He'd lost what little control there was when she'd had him bury his frothing meat inside the blazing tunnel of her ass. It gripped even more tightly than the chamber of her lush pussy, which was one of the tightest cunts he'd ever known. God, was she tight. She had the best cocksucking mouth he'd ever felt. Her cunt was one of the tightest he'd ever known, and her asshole was far and away the strongest he'd ever felt grip his cock.
The sperm came rumbling up through the meaty tube of his cock and suddenly went shooting into the depths of the girl's bowels. The heat of the shooting sperm blasting into her colon brought Rona to the brink of an anal climax. She reached down between her thighs with her free hand and began rubbing her oversensitive clitoris. She only had to touch it, and suddenly she had both a clitoral and an anal orgasm at once. It sent her skyrocketing straight up as darkness seemed to close over her mind, twinkling with the light of ten million stars.
She sighed in a garbled way, what with Bardo's cock still lodged deep in her mouth. It rammed in and out with thunderous rapidity, her lips compressing tightly around it, and her tongue automatically pressing strongly against the underside, increasing the friction.
Rona had locked her thighs tightly around her hand, and kept pressing her fingers against her clit, Furio's cock was still locked inside her ass, and though it was beginning to shrink, Rona held onto it as long as she could, bouncing back and forth. She had another clitoral climax, this one not as strong, but good just the same. It made her suck on Bardo's cock all the more fervently, and this time the man knew there was no power on earth to stop him from coming. Just as he hadn't been able to shoot earlier, so now did he unload a gallon of spunk with twice the intensity of Furio's blasting cock. Rona once again swallowed, tasting the deep, thick, rich, milk of the sperm as it traveled toward her stomach.
She drank as long as she could, sapping every last bit of energy from John Bardo along with his sperm. She sucked until his penis had shriveled to a minute fraction of what it had been before. And by that time, Tom Furio's penis had shriveled to near-nothingness as it popped out of Rona's ass.
'That was good," she sighed, falling onto her bed and curling up. But neither Furio nor Bardo heard her. Both were asleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The same night Joan Stunner was watching Tom Furio and John Bardo double-fuck Rona, sandwich style, Bob Manset was using his charm on Carmen Legstrom. Carmen, now in her mid-twenties, was even more naive than Rona. She knew men and women had to copulate to produce children, but there her knowledge stopped. She was under the impression a woman could become pregnant if she soul-kissed, too, and fear of sexual intercourse had been so ingrained in the girl that she almost never dated men, and certainly never more than one date per man.
The girl was much taller than Rona; almost five feet six inches talk She had soft brown hair, very light, with creamy white skin and dancing brown eyes. Her breasts, pressing against her yellow blouse, were prominent enough, and Bob Manset decided he would very much like to get his hands on them. She had a slender waist, nice wide hips, and strong thighs and calves, plainly visible though she wore a knee-length skirt.
Carmen's parents had died while she was still young, and she had lived with a puritanical aunt. Her aunt, after having completely and carefully indoctrinated Carmen concerning the evils of sex, had also died. Carmen didn't have a relative in the world, but when her aunt had died, Carmen had already been working at the bank. Between the estate her parents had left her and the money left by her aunt, Carmen, in less than a week, would, on her twenty-sixth birthday, be better than fairly well-to-do. Oddly, this was the one thing about the girl Bob Manset had missed. As far as he was concerned, Carmen was a girl with no future. All he had to do was tell the local bank she was taking a vacation, and no one would question the girl's absence.
Perhaps the reason Bob Manset was unaware of the girl's forthcoming wealth was that it wasn't kept in the Sumner Bank. It was being held in a large city bank. However, after spending the evening with Carmen, Manset decided she was just what Joan Sumner wanted. When the evening had ended, Manset had not so much as shaken the girl's hand.
Returning to the Sumner Mansion, Manset found everyone, including Joan Sumner, fast asleep. He spent that night in his own room
The following morning, after a brisk shower, Manset went down to breakfast. To his surprise, he found nothing prepared. A few moments later, Joan Sumner, dressed in a simple cotton print, came into the dining room and explained both Furio and Bardo were still fast asleep in Rona's room
"Must have been quite a night," he said, when Joan finished explaining.
"That girl's put the best mistresses, prostitutes, and houris out of business," Joan told him "Between you and me, I think I'm fast becoming jealous of her. You know, she's only sixteen. Imagine what she might be like in a year or two?"
"Hell," Manset laughed. "Just picture what she'd be like at twenty-five or twenty-six."
"By then, I expect she'll be well out of our lives."
"I'm glad you still consider me a part of your life," Manset smiled.
"Oh yes, you'll always be part of my life," Joan answered. "You're as corrupt and degenerate as I. Even if you walked out on me, you'd never change. Eventually you'd come back to me, and what's more, I'd take you back. We're more than twenty years apart, Robert, and yet we belong to one another. When I die, you'll find a young girl to take my place and do to her what I did to you. And if she's the right young girl, I suspect when you die, she'll find another young man, another version of you, and shell corrupt him"
"You seem pretty sure of yourself," Manset snapped.
"Of myself, no. Of you, yes. You're a promising young attorney, and without my patronage you'd work your way to the top of a small law firm by the time you were sixty or so. By staying with me, you'll eventually wind up with ten times more money than you could ever hope for. Since it's properly invested, it continues getting bigger every year, so you'll eventually inherit quite a sum."
"I had no idea I was your heir," Manset told her.
"I know. I had the will drawn up by another attorney. If I live past sixty-five, and then only if I die a natural death, you will receive everything. You see Robert, this way I insure your looking after me in my old age. I also insure my having a sex life as long as I five. When I become old and ugly, youll still fuck me, if only to try and bring about a heart attack. That's the only way you can bring about a natural death. And I have no doubt you will do all in your power to see to it I die naturally."
"You're a bitch," Manset snapped.
"A rich bitch," she smiled back. "And some day you'll be even richer. Now, tell me about your own evening."
So Manset filled Joan in on Carmen Legstrom
"Perfect," Joan nodded. "A little too old to be as innocent-looking as our darling Rona. But then, if she's still as pure as you say, no matter how she looks, she's more innocent mentally than our former virgin who is now as depraved as we are."
"Oh?"
"Oh yes. She had quite a session last night with Tom Furio and John Bardo. If we weren't in need of them, I'd let the two of them go on sleeping. She really knocked them out. But I think we'll need them."
"Not until tonight," Manset told her. "The best time is when Carmen goes home. She lives in a little five room house that used to belong to an aunt of hers. She lives all alone. The place is very neatly kept, from what little I could see when she opened the door to go inside, last night. The door locks look rather simple, and anyone could get inside. Have Furio and Bardo wait in the girl's house for her. According to the reports I've received, she leaves the bank every day at four-thirty and is home at quarter-to-five, assuming she stops off to do some shopping."
"Good idea," Joan agreed.
It was well past noon when Joan Sumner's two men finally left Rona's room, went to their own, showered, dressed, and came down to do their chores. They were met by Bob Manset who explained what he wanted done to Carmen Legstrom. Both men agreed.
At four o'clock, they entered Carmen's house by way of the backdoor, springing the lock and re-snapping it on entry. Then they waited.
At precisely four-forty-seven, Carmen Leg, Strom's Toyota pulled into the carport next to the house. The girl came out, carrying a bundle of groceries. Entering the house, she was totally unaware of the two men. She set the bundle on the kitchen table and was about to prepare supper when Furio came in and covered her head with a pillowcase, having cut a small hole in it so that she could breathe. When she opened her mouth to scream, Furio wrapped a gag around the pillowcase, stuffing some of it into the girl's mouth while John Bardo was busy tying the girl's ankles and wrists. Rolling her into a floor rug, they carried her out of the house into a waiting station wagon and drove directly to Joan Sumner's.
The terrified girl was unceremoniously dumped into the special game room Joan had in the basement. Joan wasn't about to waste time with this one. This was Millicent once again reborn, and she, Joan, would do all the raping this time. She wouldn't even let Bob Manset get a piece of this action. She would rape the girl with the same dildo she'd used on Rona. And why not? If it was good enough for the sixteen-year-old little twit, it was certainly good enough to use on this one, almost ten years older. There was no doubt the girl's unbroken cherry, if still intact, would yield more readily to the dildo than to a real cock.
Dressed in only her white robe, Joan went down to the basement and entered the special playroom.
"Who . . . who are you?" the terrified Carmen asked, relaxing a trifle when she saw she was facing a woman rather than a man.
"I'm Mrs. Sumner," Joan told her. "You know of me, surely."
"What do you want of me?" Carmen asked.
"Your body," Joan told her, frankly. "You're a virgin, as yet untouched. Before any man puts his hands on you, I want you. I intend having you."
"What are you talking about?" Carmen asked, frightened, thinking the woman had to be crazy.
"I intend fucking you," Joan told her, and the other woman gasped. "Oh yes, with a little instrument I keep for just such a purpose, I intend taking your virginity. Before I'm through with you, you will learn everything there is to know about pleasing me sexually. At the same time, you will learn how to please a man. And if I'm satisfied with your performance, when you leave here and go back to work at the bank, you'll have a substantial raise."
"You're mad," Carmen said, throatily. "I won't let you touch me."
"Whether you let me or not, I'll touch you. I'll fuck you as certainly as any man. I'll see to it you're completely dehymenized. As to how painful it will be, well, that will be up to you. But I promise you, I will have you, and within the hour."
"Why are you doing this?" Carmen screamed. "What have I done to you?"
"You haven't done a thing to me," Joan told her. I'm not doing this out of some sort of revenge. At least it isn't revenge against you. Not directly, that is. As far as you're concerned, I'm doing this strictly because you're a sweet, innocent virgin. I simply hate sweet, innocent virgins. I feel it's my task to make them sweet, not-so-innocent non-virgins. By the time I'm through with you, you'll know everything I know, you'll be able to do everything I can do, and you'll love it as much, or even more than I do. Virginity is a curse. Be glad I'm relieving you of it."
"Stop it!" Carmen screamed. "You're a madwoman. I want to get out of here, and right now."
"You'll leave here, all right," Joan smiled. "You'll leave when I'm ready to let you go, and not before. Count yourself fortunate, my dear. There are not many people to whom I give such special attention."
"Let me out!" Carmen screamed, running at Joan, attempting to claw the woman.
But Joan was too quick for her. She sidestepped and slapped the girl, knocking her down. Carmen lay on the floor sobbing heavily. Joan left the playroom, went through the larger, ordinary playroom, and called to Robert Manset from the foot of the stairs. Manset came hurrying down, and Joan said, "This one is also in need of a lesson, Robert. Only we're not going to give her the benefit of an aphrodisiac. This one is going to be raped by me, personally. And to make certain she doesn't squirm away, I want you to hold her down."
"Why me?" Manset asked. "Both Furio and Bardo are much stronger than I."
"You're afraid to let this one see your face, aren't you, Robert? Well, let's you and I get one thing straight. Whatever I do, you are part of. I don't care what kind of imagine you may have taken to this bitch, but I want her to know you're every bit as much a part of this as I."
Manset stared at Joan, then shrugged. She had him by the short and curlies, and he knew it.
She had more than enough evidence to help send him to prison for a long time, should she ever choose to use it. Her monitors had tape machines attached to them, and she had videotapes of him deflowering all four virgins. As long as he obeyed her instructions, he was all right. And wasn't self-preservation what this whole damn thing was about anyway?
Joan led the way back to the private playroom, and there let Carmen see Manset.
"You," Carmen said, softly. "You're a part of this."
"I'm afraid so," Manset nodded, fumbling for a cigarette. As usual, he didn't have one. He'd been trying to cut down for years, and so had taken to mooching cigarettes from anyone handy, but he never had any of his own.
"What are you going to do?" Carmen asked as he approached. "Are you the instrument she was talking about a few minutes ago?"
"Oh no," Joan smiled, going to a nearby night table and opening it. "This is," she told Carmen, removing the dildo.
It was the first time in her life Carmen had ever seen anything resembling the male sex organ. She gasped and stared, horrified to see such a thing. Even more horrifying was seeing it detached from a human body and being so carelessly handled by a woman.
"Take a good look at it," Joan told the girl. "This thing is going to penetrate that holy pussy of yours and drain out the unholy blood."
And in front of the girl, Joan whipped off the robe, revealing her naked body underneath. Once again Carmen cried out, frightened beyond words at the sight of nudity. And when she saw Joan strap the thing in place between her thighs, she almost fainted.
Carmen took a deep breath, then tried running for the door. Bob Manset had her before she was halfway there. He dragged her struggling body to the bed and threw her down. Before Carmen could recover, Manset was on the other side of the girl, holding her arms above her head.
"Now you're mine," Joan whispered in a voice barely loud enough to be heard. "You belong completely to me. And I'm going to rape you as thoroughly as any man, but with one difference. By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be glad you know me."
"Never!" Carmen screamed, as the thinner, older woman approached and threw herself on her body. Carmen tried moving her head to the side, but Joan held the head in place with her hands and pressed her mouth against the lips of the weeping woman. Her tongue tried eeling into the other's mouth, but Carmen kept her teeth locked.
"Rotten, ungrateful bitch," Joan yelled, and sitting up, reached down and began tearing at the other woman's blouse.
Carmen tried rolling her body from side to side, but Joan sat on her, holding her down. Her hands began rubbing the other woman's breasts, feeling the soft, squeezable nipples start to harden under her masterful caress. Through the bra, Joan crushed the full breasts in her palms, frantically pressing the nipples again and again.
Carmen tore her mouth from Joan's and pulled her head to the side. Before Joan or Man-set could do anything, Carmen began screaming. Joan hurriedly jammed a hand into the other woman's mouth while, with her free hand, she tore off the blouse and bra, revealing Carmen's full, untouched breasts; untouched until Joan had put her hands on them
"Look at those breasts," Joan muttered to Manset. "Look at those marvelous breasts. Look at the perfect pinkness of both, the nipples and the aureoles. What a waste. What a perfect waste to keep such treasures hidden away. How could you think to do such a thing?" This last was addressed directly to Carmen. "I'm going to feel those lovely boobs until my hands ache. I'm going to suck on those luscious nipples and make them turn a brilliant red. And then I'm going to give you the same treat I gave our former virgin, still living upstairs. Oh yes, I forgot. You haven't met sweet Rona, yet. But you will, you will, and I'm going to do to you exactly what I did to her. I'm going to kiss your cunt. I'm going to lick it with my tongue and press my lips to it, and I'm going to make you scream with pleasure. And then when you realize just how good a thing like this can feel, I'm going to use this dildo and give you the ultimate sensation of all time."
"That's disgusting," Carmen breathed.
"Is it?" Joan asked, breathing on the woman, kissing her lightly. "By the time I'm through with you, not only will you love it, but you'll beg to use the dildo, too. And should you ask nicely enough, when the time comes, I'll let you and sweet little Rona use a special two-headed dildo I have. But whether you like it or not, I'm going to fuck your hot little box long after you're begging for mercy. And face it, Carmen, there isn't a thing you can do about it. You can pray, you can beg, you can scream in this soundproofed room. I'm going to enjoy every part of your body. And I'm going to fuck you for as long as it pleases me. You have the most voluptuous body I've ever had the pleasure of touching."
Bob Manset's strength, holding Carmen down, made the latter realize she was totally at the mercy of the crazy woman talking to her. And considering what the woman was saying, Carmen knew there would be no mercy.
She screamed in Joan's ear, and Joan smacked her. She tore a hand free and scratched Joan before Manset grabbed her again. Once again the frightened girl screamed, a loud, gruesome eardrum-shattering sound.
"Go on and scream," Joan laughed. "Get it out of your system now. Robert and I are the only ones who can hear you. You're about to get banged good and proper. Just relax and spread those luscious thighs nice and wide. Let Joan's artificial penis fit into you. The sooner you accept what's going to happen, the sooner the hard part ends and the fun begins."
With Manset holding Carmen's arms tightly, Joan was now kissing the other woman's breasts. She sucked at each tit in turn, pulling in the rich, pink nipples with powerful tugs of her lips, Carmen writhed as if in torment, closing her mind to all that was happening, refusing to allow her body to feel anything.
Joan was patient. She continued sucking on the younger woman's nipples, watching as each extended to the length of a supple pink bullet. Whether Carmen liked the idea or not, her body loved the attention it was receiving. The skin of each breast seemed richer for Joan's oral attentions, the glowing aureoles shining like reddened beacons. Joan licked more furiously, watching the nipples harden.
Oh God! Carmen thought, still wriggling. Joan's mouthing were finally getting through to her. She knew it was disgusting, yet, God help her, the sensation was more than a little pleasant. And as the tongue applied more pressure to each nipple, Carmen began feeling warm all over. What's she doing now? Carmen wondered, feeling Joan's wet tongue begin to lick its way down her body.
One of Joan's hands was prying at Carmen's knees, trying to force them apart. Little by little, the older woman was succeeding in opening them, and as her tongue worked in Carmen's navel, her hand was crawling up along the other woman's inner thighs. When Carmen tried to wrench herself away, all she succeeded in doing was helping Joan tear away the rest of her outer clothing. Her throat was raw from screaming, and she knew there was nothing to be gained by screaming again. Joan's free hand progressed further and further, ripping away what was left of the poor girl's flimsy garments. At last, even the bloomer was torn away, and Carmen's precious treasure was all but revealed. Her thighs were still together despite Joan's having parted her knees enough to have slipped a hand inside.
"Robert," Joan muttered. "Look! Look at how lovely her unused cunt is. Look at how tightly her thighs cling together in a last ditch effort to save her useless virginity. But more important, look how wet the thighs are. She's creaming, and heavily. Her body's just aching to be fucked."
As Joan had said, lubricant was streaming down Carmen's thighs, and Carmen was beginning to realize it. Her body was her enemy, fighting her. Well she wouldn't let her body control her mind. Even if she was eventually raped, she was determined not to enjoy the sensation. She could feel the bed beneath her getting wetter as her natural body oils soaked into the covers underneath.
Carmen realized she was panting now, and it wasn't from fear. Excitement, unwanted excitement was building to a higher pitch inside her. It was taking control of her body. And her body was gaining power over her senses. Carmen knew now there was no way to stop the rape. Worse, she knew she would enjoy it. Pleasant or not, it would still be rape. She would be held blameless in the eyes of God, and that was the most important thing. The two of them were too strong for her. There was no way she could stop them. And with this realization, her excitement mounted even higher. The mouth, licking her flesh all over, turned her into a living pyre of burning flesh.
She shook as if with an ague when Joan's fingers touched her pussy. She wanted to force her thighs closed, but something stronger than her own will made her part her loins, and the woman's palm was rubbing her puffy labia. Gently the fingers caressed her oily split, delving inside and touching an extremely sensitive spot directly above the vaginal opening. Each time Joan touched it, Carmen gasped and shuddered. Hot, burning liquid was now flowing from the recesses of her previously untouched cunt.
It was too much for Carmen. She realized she could no longer fight them. Far better to let them have their way, even if she had to feel it. "All right," she gasped. "All right. You win. I'll do whatever you wish."
"You see, Robert," Joan Sumner said, smiling. "They always surrender. They have to. It isn't me or you they're fighting. It's themselves. How long can one fight oneself?"
"Go on and do it," Carmen gasped, realizing she was actually looking forward to it.
She could feel the rubber extension between Joan's thighs bobbing against her own flesh and she shut her eyes, waiting for that first hard thrust. As if signaling her total surrender, she had spread her thighs wide apart.
But Carmen suddenly realized the long, hard rubber thing was not being forced into her. Instead, she felt the woman's mouth with the tongue still licking, move lower, cutting through the light brown hedge of curling pubic hair. She began tingling as the lapping tongue seemed to slice through the pelvic forest and touch that spot at the apex of her womanly division. Her ass bounced up and down for a moment, and had Joan not been busy with her mouth, she would have triumphantly yelled. As it was, she was a hungry wildcat, eating voraciously at the center of the other woman. Her tongue moved in and out with rapid flicking movements, slurping through the pink labia, sucking the seeping liquid as it came pouring out. Perhaps Rona had responded more quickly than Carmen, but she certainly didn't cream like this.
Now both of Joan's hands were under Carmen's buttocks, cupping them, raising them as if to better offer her mouth the tribute it was enjoying. The older woman was feasting from the trough of the other woman's delectable cunt. And Carmen found herself uncontrollably writhing, thrusting her hips forward, and rotating her body in countermoves to the thrusting of Joan's tongue. The opening and closing mouth drank deeply from her vaginal fountain, pausing solely to probe her anal cavity and send another wave of icicles shooting up and down her spine. Carmen's entire body was now wildly bouncing in sensuous rhythm to Joan's licking tongue. A minor earthquake shook her entire body, and without realizing it, she lowered the hands Bob Man-set had quietly released and ran her fingers through Joan's short hair.
"God!" was all she could mutter. "Oh God! What kind of feeling is this?" Her head sank back into the bed, trying to dig its way deeper.
Whatever Joan was doing with her tongue, it was wonderful. Yes, it was wonderful. Carmen was old enough to realize her senses were not only thoroughly enjoying what Joan was doing to her, but were communicating it to her brain in such a way, Carmen would never think something like this was evil again. Perhaps because she was more mature than Rona, Carmen quickly understood the only evil thing in the room might possibly be the mind of Joan Sumner. But as for her emotions, feelings, and senses, there was nothing evil in opening them up, and that was what Joan had done for her.
And then a new, strange feeling began to well up inside her, and before she could quite understand what was happening, it completely overpowered her. It shook her again and again, making her shudder. One wild spasm after another took control of her body and made her tremble. She moved so violently, she almost kicked Joan.
"Now," Joan shouted triumphantly, lifting her face from the Carmen's crotch. "Now prepare to be fucked as no man could ever fuck."
"Don't hurt me," Carmen whimpered, still sighing from the orgasm she'd felt coursing through her body.
"We all have to experience the pain once," Joan said. "Don't fight me. Go with me, and the hurt will pass very quickly. Then all that'll be left will be more of what you just felt, only a lot stronger."
"I'm afraid," Carmen whispered, shuddering, still basking in the remembrance of the passing climax.
"Just do as I say," Joan told her. "Do exactly as I say."
"All right," Carmen nodded. "All right."
"You like it, don't you," Joan said, smiling.
"I.. . yes . . . I.. . like it," Carmen finally admitted. "I suppose it's wrong, and I guess I should have better control over myself, but I can't help it."
"If you had any more control over your body, you wouldn't be a superwoman. You'd be a sexual sickie. Only a sick woman would be able to resist what I did to you. This is only natural and normal. I'd have buckled in less than half the time it took for you to finally realize you're human."
"Why is everyone on the outside so inhibited?" Carmen asked. "Why are we all taught it's a mortal sin to enjoy physical pleasure?"
"If I had the answer to that one, I'd be able to completely destroy such a stupid teaching. God! We all live only once. And in the short span of time we're on this earth our bodies can only enjoy sex for a relatively short period of time. Why not make the most of what little time we do have? Carmen, I swear, after the first couple of minutes you'll love it. Not only that, you'll go on loving it the rest of your life."
Though still virginal, Carmen was both shrewder and craftier than Rona. Living with her maiden aunt all those years, she had developed her mind to its fullest. Sex was the one field in which she had not really been knowledgeable in any way. Now Joan Sumner was changing all that. And already the younger woman's mind was clicking. She had enjoyed what Joan had done to her vagina with her mouth. Undoubtedly, there was a little homosexuality ingrained in her. It was probably in all women to a certain extent. But why should she, Carmen, continue living her life in sexual subjugation to this woman, or for that matter to anyone?
She was here now, a temporary prisoner of Joan Sumner. But at the first opportunity she intended breaking away. She wanted to control her own sex life, and the sex lives of others, as well The Sumner woman was intent on taking her virginity with that imitation rubber penis. So be it. There were worse ways to lose a hymen. If there was pain, she could silently curse Joan Sumner for causing it.
Reaching down, Carmen grabbed the free-swinging dildo and pressed its knobby head against her slavering pussy.
"Do it!" she ordered, and Joan Sumner, intent on fucking the virginal woman, didn't notice she was obeying the other's command.
Suddenly filled with an overpowering urge to feel the dildo jammed into her, Carmen yanked harder on the dildo, feeling its thick, round knob press into her creaming center. Filled with a lasciviousness she'd never known her body to have, she squeezed the dildo as hard as if it were a real cock, and then the smooth knob was parting her pussylips. The thick, heavy roundness began pressing deeply into her, stretching her vaginal interior as it progressed. The narrow channel it entered widened as it wedged itself further and further in.
Carmen gasped, feeling as if a Sequoia log was being rammed into her, splitting her wide open, tearing her in half. And yet, there was no pain.
There wasn't the searing agony she expected when her tender pussywalls were being parted. They had a natural elasticity and stretched easily enough.
Reaching lower, Carmen grasped the base of the thick dildo, realizing there were more than five inches still not buried in her. She wanted it all, every millimeter of the raging woman's phony cock. There was even a set of artificial balls tucked underneath, and Carmen got her hands used to the feel of them. If it had been a real cock with real testicles, Carmen was certain her handling would have aroused them to the point where the monstrous tube would soon be ejecting heavy loads of sperm inside her. Hell, she wasn't ready for that. She wanted the pleasure without having to worry about any consequences. Even so, the mighty probe pushed its way deeper and deeper.
"Good," Joan smiled, forcing her thighs forward, pushing the dildo.
Neither Joan nor Carmen was really aware of when Carmen's hymen suddenly snapped. Carmen felt absolutely nothing. There wasn't even the littlest sting. But there was suddenly a rush of blood falling on the bed beneath the two women. Only Bob Manset, now standing off to the side, was actually aware of it.
With unbelieving realization both women understood the artificial cock was as far in as it would go.
"It doesn't hurt," Carmen told her. "It doesn't hurt. It feels kind of funny, but it doesn't hurt."
"Good!" Joan replied, and drawing the dildo almost all the way back, began to rhythmically fuck it into Carmen. She breathed softly in the younger woman's ear, feeding the monstrous truncheon into her pussy again, shoving it deeper and deeper. But deep as Carmen was, like Rona she was unable to contain the dildo's full length. Joan knew how far to shove it, and was rocking back and forth.
It was Carmen who increased the tempo of the fucking. She was the one who had all the feeling, anyway. The huge lance continued reaming in and out, sliding through the mixture of Carmen's fuck juices and fresh blood. The loud, squishing, popping sounds of the dildo slurping through the pussy filled the room.
"More," Carmen muttered, unaware Joan could go no deeper without hurting her. "I want more. I want the whole thing inside me." And the dildo continued its pistoning as it knifed, stabbed, and lunged into the woman, again and again.
Carmen realized this was the meaning of life. This was the true essence of existence. She had yet to reach a climax with the unreal penis moving back and forth, yet the mere feel of it in her cunt, filling a space she never really realized needed filling made her understand how wonderful fucking could be.
She was as she should be; on her back and the recipient of the purest kind of pleasure. This was the total acme of physical sensation. That big, delightful rubber penis brought visions of blissful beatitude as she bucked up and down, moving easily enough, her young, tight, firm ass soaking in a puddle of love juice mixed with her maiden's blood. She could feel Joan's hands wandering over her breasts, squeezing her roused nipples, making them tingle with static thrills.
"Wonderful," Carmen began murmuring. "Wonderful. I never knew anything could feel this good."
Joan's lips came down and pressed on hers, and Carmen opened her mouth willingly, accepting the thrust of the other woman's tongue, sucking on it as if it were the most delicious thing in the world. Her hands were now gripping Joan's tight ass, pulling the woman forward, attempting to ram more of the dildo into herself.
Then she felt it building. It was similar to the sensation she'd felt when Joan had licked her cunt, just before, only now the far away tingling was much stronger. As the huge dildo slid through her flooded cunt, she felt the tingling in every bit of internal space. It was building, enlarging, growing to a horrendous and monumental eruption. Spasms of pleasure were starting, the overpowering crisis was whirling around her, swallowing her into a vortex of delightful, unbelievable, intoxicating rapture. As the sensation built higher, Carmen felt herself sinking deeper into the abyss of sexual delight. The whirlpool of ecstasy closed more and more tightly around her. The surge of thrilling bliss exploded into her womb with the power of Krakatoa and immediately spread to her buttocks, then rippled up her spine. From there it branched out to every part of her body, filling every nerve, every blood vessel, every muscle, and even her bones and cartilage with unbelievable sublimity.
Seeing the girl writhe in orgasmic delight, Joan unstrapped the dildo and left it buried in Carmen's cunt as she crawled over the girl and placed her own twat on the woman's face. Carmen instinctively knew what Joan wanted, and instead of being revolted as she would have been a few minutes earlier, now opened her mouth and grabbed Joan's asscheeks, pulling the woman's sopping cunt into her mouth, sucking hard, pulling on the labia and then letting her tongue snake in between them, lapping up the honeyed mead dripping from within. She drank the outpouring liquid as quickly as it came from the pink-lipped crack. Her tongue was like that of an aardvark, stabbing here and there all at once, still drinking the deliciousness seeping from the tasty hole.
And all the while Carmen continued to feel the pleasure of the dildo filling her. She spun and writhed on the bed, tingling to the way the solid rubber hose-like extension worked its way through her sensitive cunt nerves. It made her stab with her tongue all the harder, extending her tongue as far as she was able, touching the inner vaginal walls of the sweet pussy covering her face. The opened slot now covered her nose and chin as well as her mouth, and as she breathed, she inhaled the natural essences inside Joan's maddened box.
Joan slid her cunt down a bit, and she could feel Carmen's lips tightening around her extended clitoris. The girl instinctively knew what to do, and for an amateur she wasn't half bad. She didn't have Rona's natural expertise, but then there were probably only a handful of women anywhere in the entire world with Rona's god-given talent.
She shut Rona out of her mind. The snide little twat was good, all right. She was too good. She had to be to make Joan think of her at a time another woman was eating her. As if to make up for daring to think about Rona at a time like this, Joan motioned to Bob Manset, pointing to Carmen's ass. Manset, who had been watching the entire time, was burning up. He didn't hesitate for an instant.
Carmen was still on her back with Joan sitting on her face when she felt her legs being raised. Her calves went higher and higher until she felt them draped over the naked shoulders of another person. Without looking, she knew it had to be Bob Manset. But he hadn't pulled the dildo from her seething cunt. What could he be doing?
Even as she thought about it, Carmen continued sucking on Joan's quivering clit, tasting its fleshy hardness. The solid feel of a real cock startled her for an instant, especially when she realized it felt almost as large and as thick as the rubber toy corking her womanly hole. She shivered for a second when she felt the pressure of the real penis pushing at her anal orifice, but then relaxed completely, letting the probe push into her rear hole a little at a time. This too, should have hurt. It didn't. Carmen's entire interior was elastic and able to contain almost anything.
As he slid his thick cock into Carmen's ass, Manset realized how well the two girls being held by Joan complemented one another. Rona was naturally good in the giving of pleasure. She could out suck a leech, out fuck a tabby, and out eat an anteater. Carmen, on the other hand, was naturally good at receiving what Rona could give. Not that Carmen's natural abilities at fucking and sucking were to be shunted aside. But she couldn't hold a roman candle to Rona, who was very easy to satisfy. In other words, Carmen's easy cunt-lapping and other soon-to-be-discovered abilities would more than satisfy Rona, whereas Carmen seemed to have an orgasm of tremendous proportions when properly touched, which was something Rona seemed to know how to do naturally.
Manset's cock sank a fraction of an inch deeper into Carmen's butt, the tight sphincter ring surrounding the penile corona locking it securely inside. The pushing made Carmen actually moan into Joan's pussy. The vibration of Carmen's voice made Joan shiver with intense pleasure, and she rubbed her pussylips vigorously against Carmen's face. Carmen bounced wildly, throwing her weight on Manset's shoulders, letting him run his ream a bit deeper into her ass. Coupled with the pressure of the huge dildo still filling her vaginal orifice, Carmen started going into orgasmic convulsions. Her tongue leaped out and caressed Joan's clit again and again, licking hard, applying heavier and heavier pressure. Her hands, squeezing Joan's two buttocks, were crushing so hard, her nails were knifing small, sharp holes into the older woman's flesh.
Bob Manset stared at the way Joan began bouncing on Carmen's face, then poled his cock the rest of the way into Carmen's gripping ass. The dildo-fucked cunt, with the rubber tube still buried in it, seemed to pout at him and challenged him to make her come again, so while he continued ramming his cock deep into Carmen's ass, Manset reached forward, grabbed the back of the dildo, and with his hand began moving it in and out of Carmen's dripping snatch. He timed his thrusts to coincide; the dildo reaming deep into the twitching pussy, while his pounding cock rammed its way deeper and deeper into the woman's clutching ass.
The constriction of Carmen's anal muscles began becoming too much for Manset. Having watched the two women go at it for so long, he was more than primed, and now the tightness of the asshole was the final catalyst needed to set him off. He grunted once, then unleashed a barrage of heavy liquid into the woman's heated ass. His own hot come, splashing into Carmen's rectum, made the woman tighten her vaginal muscles around the dildo, and suddenly she was coming, crushing her tongue hard against the nubbin of clit. And then Joan Sumner was climaxing wildly.
All three were peaking at once, their bodies convulsing in joint, muted rhythm. And when it was finally over, Bob Manset was the first to withdraw. He also yanked the dildo from Carmen's clutching pussy, letting a rush of cool soothing air pour into both holes.
Joan finally climbed down from Carmen's come-smeared face and lay silently next to the all but unconscious girl. She smiled, once again content in having taken another virgin cherry. This was actually the first one she had removed, herself. The feel of the sticky blood, drying on her own pelvis, was what made her smile.
"You'll have your own private bedroom tonight," she told Carmen. "There's a bathroom attached. The bathroom has its own bidet. Use it to clean yourself out. Tomorrow we'll continue."
"You mean there's more?" Carmen muttered sleepily.
"You'll see," Joan told her. "But for now, do as I say. Come!"
Tired, wanting nothing more than to sleep, Carmen finally got up and followed the naked Joan upstairs. Bob Manset brought up the rear.
Joan led Carmen to a plush bedroom across the hall from Rona's. It was as if she were rewarding Carmen with the fancier bedroom because the latter had quickly come around to her way of thinking.
Carmen was too tired to notice her surroundings. The moment Joan left, she fell on the bed, and was almost instantly asleep. There were many things to think about, but she knew she needed a clear head. A good night's sleep was the first requisite.
CHAPTER NINE
With the corning of the new day, fresh guilt pangs began to assault Rona. She hadn't been physically touched for twenty-four hours, which meant something, though she didn't know what. She did have the time to worry and think, and mentally castigate herself for all she'd done. It was no longer a question of obeying someone else to avoid physical harm. She had gone along with the two men as much out of willingness as fear. Sex was her narcotic, and though she might hope to kill the urges building within her with a "cold turkey" treatment, she was well aware Joan had no intention of letting her "withdraw."
She had heard noises the previous night, and though she'd gone to the head of the cellar stairs and listened, nothing came through clearly. Once or twice, she could have sworn she heard someone yelling. But Joan already had her. Would she go out and find someone else, too?
There was no doubt in Rona's mind that Joan was sick. Bob Manset had to be equally sick to go along with such horrible things, and she, Rona, must also have a touch of the sickness. After all, when Manset and Joan forced her to indulge, she had willingly gone along. The only healthy people she'd met in the house were the two men with whom she had fornicated the previous Monday night. They were rough, violent types, used to raping. But they had treated her decently enough, considering the circumstances. Had there not been such a strong risk, Rona would have accepted a man earning in her cunt. It was the one experience she lacked. And now, as she sat on her bed. thinking about it, she realized she was inwardly yearning to know how it felt to have a man's hot spunk pour into her pussy. It had felt wonderful when Manset had blasted into her ass, and even when Furio had done the same. True, she had enjoyed tasting the semen even more than taking it in her rectum, but it galled her to know she'd undergone so much and still hadn't felt the heated cream filling her cunt.
Feeling very hungry, she decided to go down to breakfast. John Bardo, the manservant, was there, and though he should have been used to her nakedness by now, Rona saw he was eyeing her as she sat at the dining room table.
"Am I the first one down?" Rona asked.
"Yes, Miss," Bardo nodded. "What can I get you?"
Rona was almost tempted to tell him to give her his cock. It wasn't large or thick, but Bardo had a talent for moving it around in such a way as to make up for its construction. Yet Rona contained herself and said: "Bacon and eggs, John."
"Yes Miss Rona," he nodded, keeping a perfectly straight face.
When he brought the food, with a steaming cup of creamed coffee, Rona asked: "How long will I be here, John?"
"As long as Mrs. Sumner wants," he replied, standing off to the side as she ate.
"Will she eventually kill me?"
"Oh no, Miss. Mrs. Sumner has never done anything like that. She has whims, and we're all subject to them. But if she's obeyed, she sees to it anyone who leaves here is better off than when he or she first arrived."
"How many other girls has she given to you and the other man?"
"You were the first, Miss."
"How was I, John? Did I perform as well as other women you've known?"
Bardo took a deep breath, then said, "I'd rather not talk about it, Miss."
"I was that bad?"
"On the contrary. Still, it's not something one casually discusses."
"Oh? You mean it's all right to rape me, but it isn't an right to talk about it?"
"Please, Miss Rona. What I did, I did at Mrs. Sumner's orders."
"Are you saying I'm not good enough to rape, otherwise?"
"I don't subscribe to rape, myself. And, fortunately, you didn't fight with Tom and me, so I don't consider that rape, either."
"Tell me, John. I want to know the truth. Was I really any good?"
"Quite frankly, Miss Rona, you were the best woman I've ever had the pleasure of fucking. You seem to come by it naturally. Women usually have to be taught sex. Men have a natural instinct for it. You happen to be a rare woman. That you enjoyed it as much as we made it that much better for the two of us;"
"You're not just saying this to make me feel good?" Rona asked.
"Another woman might hysterically cry and tell me how terrible I am for saying such things. By your own admission, Miss Rona, knowing how much I enjoyed you makes you feel good. So you see, you're a very unusual woman."
"Suppose I invited you upstairs right now, to fuck me?"
"At the risk of losing my position I would no doubt go with you."
"Well, I wouldn't want you to lose your job, John, unless you feel you'd like to take me away from here."
"I'm sorry, Miss Rona, but that's one thing I wouldn't even think about, much less actually do. I like you well enough, but if I took you out of here, Mrs. Sumner would have the police called in, and I would be tracked down and taken off to court on a kidnapping charge."
"But I would swear I went willingly with you."
"Miss Rona, you're a mere sixteen. You can swear from now till doomsday. It won't do much good. There's still a statutory rape law that says I can't touch you until you're eighteen. I'd be locked up for life, and lovely as you are, you aren't worth a prison term"
"I'm sorry, John. It's just that I want so much to get out of here."
"Why, Miss Rona? Where would you go once you left here? Mrs. Sumner has always treated her girls nicely. Every one of them goes on to a nice job with nice pay. Two have since gotten married and Mrs. Sumner sent very generous wedding gifts. Stay for as long as it pleases Mrs. Sumner. Eventually she always tired of other women. You happen to be an exceptional person, so she may take a little longer to tire of you, but believe me, it'll be well worth it in the end."
"It's just that I feel so dirty, afterward. And its a dirt that's inside and impossible to wash out. Whenever I do what she wants I seem to fall under a spell. I really enjoy doing it. But when its over and I have time to think about it, I feel terrible."
"That's only your past upbringing, Miss Rona. If you'd been brought up where I was born, you'd have lost your virginity by the time you were ten, and you'd have thought nothing of it. You'd have been gang-banged, sodomized, and lesbianized so many times it would have been a way of life with you. Hell, all the girls with whom I went to school were putting out in the school basement. And if they were discovered by the custodian, they usually gave him enough ass to keep him quiet, as well."
"You don't feel sorry for me at all, do you, John?"
"No, Miss Rona. I envy you. I wish I were in your position, with your natural abilities. I'd take full advantage of whatever Mrs. Sumner had to offer."
"Thank you, John," the voice of Joan Sumner broke in. With her white robe wrapped around her, Joan sat at the breakfast table, saying: "Mr. Manset is sleeping late today, John. Bring me some toast and coffee. Have Tom scramble me some eggs, as well"
"Yes, Mrs. Sumner," Bardo answered, nodding and heading for the kitchen.
"You have them well trained," Rona observed.
"Of course," Joan nodded, smiling. "By the way, I overheard most of your conversation. Anytime you wish to take John into your cunt, you're more than welcome, provided it doesn't interfere with my plans."
"Your plans?" Rona asked.
"Oh yes, my sweet little ex-virgin. I have quite a few plans for you. I'm keeping you here until I knock that silly conscience of yours out of you. I intend bringing many other innocent girls here, all of whom you'll have a chance to enjoy . . . after I've removed their membranes."
"By the time you're through with the world, the only virgins left will be those under twelve."
"Stop behaving like such an ass. You've enjoyed everything that's happened to you, with the possible exception of Robert's bursting your hymen. Now finish your breakfast and go bathe."
"Why, do you feel like diddling me with your dildo today?"
"You're close, Rona. You're close. I have a surprise for you this morning."
"I can hardly wait," Rona answered. "You always have the most interesting surprises."
"You'll love it, I'm sure."
"Just like I loved all the others?"
"You did, you know," Joan told her. "Whether you care to admit it or not, you loved all of my surprises, at the time."
Shrugging, Rona rose and walked out of the room. She headed for her bedroom and her bath, knowing by now the futility of arguing with Joan Sumner.
Joan finished her breakfast and went up to Carmen's bedroom. Carmen was still fast asleep. Orgasms were a new experience to her, and all her strength had been knocked clean out of her.
Staring at the sleeping woman, Joan had a funny feeling come over her. There was something different about Carmen. True, all the girls she'd had were different from each of the others, but Carmen was different in another way. Joan couldn't put her finger on it, yet. Perhaps it was the rapid submissiveness of the woman, though it had seemed genuine enough at the time.
Putting her hand on Carmen's shoulder, Joan shook her awake.
'Time to get up," she told Carmen as the other woman finally opened her eyes.
Carmen stared at her, not comprehending where she was at the moment. Slowly the events of the previous night filtered back into her mind.
"What's on today's agenda?" she asked, rising.
"More of what you had last night, only with a different partner. Go do whatever you have to in the bathroom, then come down to breakfast. After that, well return to the playroom where I'll introduce you to Rona."
Carmen waited for Joan to leave, then went to the private bathroom. Like Rona, she discovered the different flavored bubble baths. Unlike Rona, she was more interested in taking a shower than a bath. When she finished with the shower, she found the bidet Joan had mentioned the previous night, and made good use of it. She didn't like her body covered with, or filled with, artificial smells.
Before the day was out, she would have to make a complete survey of the house and see which was the quickest way out. Joan Sumner didn't know it, but Carmen intended leaving before another forty-eight hours had passed.
Going downstairs, Carmen found the dining room and had breakfast. By that time Bob Man-set, fully dressed, had also come downstairs. Joan was waiting, and when the two finished their meal, she had Bob usher Carmen to the playroom while she sought out Rona. Five minutes later, she and Rona were also entering the playroom
"Rona, my sweet," Joan said, holding a hand out to Carmen. "This is Carmen. Carmen is nine years older than you, but until last night she, too, was a pure, pristine virgin. Now the two of you have something in common, having lost your cherries to my whim. However, that's neither here nor there. Today we see how well the two of you have learned your lessons."
Each of the girls was staring at the other. Rona couldn't help but admire the way Carmen's full, heavy tits stood up despite their enormous size. The richness of the pink nipples and aureoles would be enough to draw any man's eye and make almost any woman jealous. But Rona wouldn't have the opportunity to experience any kind of envy since she knew those bulbous knobs were meant for her own pleasure. Carmen's waist was a bit fleshy, but at her age it would be called fullness rather than fat. And she had nice, wide hips.
Carmen, for her part, was admiring the large cone shapes of Rona's breasts. For such a skinny little girl, Rona had quite a build. Her breasts were already quivering, anticipating what was to come, the nipples almost fully erect like brownish pink fingers beckoning to her. And Rona's waist was supple and without any kind of fat, leading into nice hips which in turn ran into Rona's best feature; her long, well-shaped thighs and calves. Hundreds of men at the football games where Rona had been a cheerleader had lusted after her thighs, dreaming of being between them
Both women had thick, heavy hedges covering their pelvic mounts. Rona's was dark, while Carmen had a light brown bush. And beneath the two venereal jungles were pairs of luscious cunt-lips. Each split was already soaking wet, knowing what lay ahead. Each beaver was anxious to be touched.
"Come," Joan said to Rona, going to Carmen and grabbing a handful of tit. "Look at the way it begs to be caressed. Look how the nipple resembles the pink nose of a kitten. Come, Rona. Feel Carmen, and let Carmen touch you."
No longer in any kind of aphrodisiacal trance, Rona, fully aware of every sensation, moved toward Carmen. There was no question but that sexual heat was being rekindled within her. By now she knew there was no way to resist the calling of her body.
"They both have lovely bodies, don't you think?" Joan asked Bob Manset, The latter nodded in approval.
Gently, without hurrying, Rona reached out and touched Carmen's breast. She rubbed the nipple with her palm, turning it to a deep carmine, saying: "Your nipples are longer and thicker than mine."
"We both have nice breasts," Carmen assured her, sighing as Rona's hands caressed her.
Rona took one of Carmen's hands and placed it on her own tit, feeling the woman automatically start to massage it. Without additional encouragement, Carmen put her other hand on Rona's other boob and soon four hands were rubbing four nipples. They stood rooted to the spot, staring at each other as if hypnotized, lightly playing with one another's knockers, fondling, rubbing, and massaging. Then, little by little, Rona's hands began exploring the ins and outs of Carmen's body, rubbing her hips, teasing her waist, touching her belly.
Rona knew she was being corrupted all over again, but as before, she didn't care. It all seemed so perfectly normal. There really didn't appear to be anything wrong. It was as natural as eating or sleeping. Carmen's hands were touching her waist, drawing her ever closer, and soon Rona felt her belly pressing against that of the other woman. Her breasts were being mashed flat against her body as she felt the pillows of Carmen's boobs crushed against her. Carmen's face was coming closer, and without being able to help herself, Rona leaned forward and kissed Carmen, gently at first, then with more and more pressure until she felt Carmen responding. Their mouths parted simultaneously and their tongues began intermingling, hot, slithery digits intertwining with one another.
It was Carmen who led the way to the bed, and Rona followed, eager to continue what they had begun. Rona felt a rapport with the other woman; something she had never been able to feel with Joan Sumner. What was more, she could tell from Carmen's responses Carmen felt the same way. It was as if each girl found something she had been missing in the other girl.
Together they lay down, Carmen rubbing Rona's buttocks and Rona holding Carmen tightly to her, kissing her tongue, sucking on it, tasting it. The covers of the bed felt rough against their tantalizingly naked bodies, but neither complained. Now their arms were tightly circling one another, their mouths locked to each other. Kissing again and again. Each tongue playfully speared into the other mouth, then shyly retreated and waited for the counterattack. They were playing oral games, taking their time about it, and totally enjoying the delightful sensations each was imparting to the other. Each savored the taste of the other's lips, licking the gums and lapping the inner cheeks, tickling the other's palate, and lightly touching each tooth, one at a time. They clung to' one another so tightly each could feel the nipples of the other rub into her flesh while her own nipples seemed to swell because of the hot touch of skin against it
"Look at them," Joan Sumner said to Bob Manset. "Look how naturally they belong together. I almost feel ashamed watching them. It's as if I've intruded."
"They certainly are enjoying one another," Manset agreed.
"And they have me to thank for bringing them together," Joan pointed out
"Lots of people have many things to thank you for," Manset smiled.
"That's what I like about you, Robert," Joan said, laughing. "You know how to feed my ego."
"If it weren't so large, you'd not only be the remarkable woman you already are, but really extra special."
"What are you trying to say, Robert?" Joan wanted to know, more than a little amused.
"Without your money and your imperious ways, you'd be one helluva woman."
"I thank you. I like hearing it whether you mean it or not. But I have my money, and I'm too old to change my ways. So I'm afraid you'll just have to accept me the way I am," Joan told him, smiling.
"I won't deny that the prospect of all the money you've flashed before me has tempted me, but that alone isn't what's keeping me here."
"Of course not," Joan smiled sarcastically.
"You need me," Manset told her. "You need me as much as I need you. And before you start spouting about how much I need your money, I'm not referring to the material things you offer, but you, yourself, personally. I've always needed a matriarchal figure to keep me in line, and I guess you're it. You've always needed a son, if only to commit incest with him Since you don't have one of your own, I'm it. And the funny part of all this is, I love you, Joan. I don't mean I love what you've given me. I mean I love you. No, don't spoil things by making any undying declarations to me. I'm quite content to live like this with you. If you have an occasional perversion, I'm more than willing to cater to it. I suppose, in a way, I'm as happy doing what you want as you are having me do what you want."
"Suppose we discuss it at another time," Joan murmured. "We have a show in progress, and I wouldn't want to miss it."
The two females on the bed were wriggling against one another, with Carmen blowing in Rona's ear and Rona kissing Carmen's throat. Rona's tongue soon began licking its way down until her mouth found Carmen's right boob. She popped the nipple right into her mouth, sucking it strongly, pressing it with her lips and even lightly rubbing it with her teeth before she let her tongue wash across it. Carmen lightly pressed the back of Rona's head, thrilling to the overpowering sensation of the other's tongue on her breast. She was gasping for air now, breathing heavily, and from the way Rona was mouthing her breast, Carmen knew the young girl was also in heat.
Suddenly Rona released the other's breast and twisted around so her crotch hovered above Carmen's face, one knee on either side of the woman's head. Rona's hands were pulling Carmen's lush, white thighs apart, and she found herself staring through the dark brown hedge into what looked like a halved peach. It was a bright pink, just like her breasts, only ramming more to coral. And Carmen was dripping love juice as if she were a passion pit of liquid, overflowing.
Without hesitation, Rona plunged her face straight down and began sucking. Her tongue, rubbing against Carmen's throbbing, extended clit, was like an electric shock shooting through the woman. Carmen automatically stared up into the two lips hanging above her face, and found herself salivating. She was hungry for the sweet smelling cunt. Her hands reached up and grabbed Rona's tight, perfect ass. She pulled the young girl's box straight down, her mouth wide open, hungering to taste Rona's sweet little snatch. And as Rona's shuddering cunt came into contact with Carmen's voracious mouth, the lips parted and spurted a shot of lubrication deep into the recesses of the woman's throat.
Now the two of them began licking strongly, each running her tongue deeply into the other's quivering furnace, letting it soak and marinate in the juices being emitted from within. Like two victims dying of thirst, their mouths drank long and lustily at each other's spurting fountain. Carmen's mouth finally found Rona's clit, a button much smaller than the pearl adorning her own vagina. She sucked it deep into her mouth and pulled with her lips, pressing strongly on it and making Rona moan straight into her own pussy. The sensation made Carmen tremble and her lips pressed all the harder on Rona's sweet clit. Rona writhed and twisted all over the bed, rolling and taking Carmen with her. They ended up on the other side of the bed with Carmen on top, her tongue slickly slicing through the hair-ringed furrow. She tasted the soft, wet, burning inner flesh and made Rona shudder. Rona ground her crotch against Carmen's working mouth, pressing her clit against the other's licking tongue as she, herself, sucked the flesh of Carmen's deep cauldron.
As if the two were attuned to one another, each felt her orgasm beginning to swell from within. Each bucked all the more intensely, grinding her flaming center against the others gnawing lips, feeling the pressure of the soft, licking tongue. The taste of luscious cunt in her mouth made each woman feel more intense, and so her climax suddenly overpowered her. Each began shooting blasts of burning lubricant into the face of the other as she spasmed again and again. Noisily their tongues slurped and licked, drinking as if the juices flowing from the other's fleshy kiln was the nectar of the mythological gods.
Finally, when neither could stand it any longer, they burst apart as if by mutual agreement. They lay, side by side on the huge bed, panting and gasping, gulping in air.
"End of round one," Joan Sumner announced, her own senses visibly stirred by the sight of what had happened. Nor had it been lost on Bob Manset who felt his own horn fully extended and pressing against his pants.
"I'm glad you girls like one another, because we have more entertainment coming up. At least I expect the two of you to provide it for Robert and myself." Joan was beside herself with delight.
"Let us rest," Carmen murmured.
"No," Joan told them. "Now, while the two of you are panting for breath and apparently out of ardor. This is the best time to see what the pair of you can really do."
"You're crazy," Rona muttered. "We need a moment to catch our breaths."
"I said now!"
When neither Rona nor Carmen made a move, Joan walked over to a nearby closet, reached in, and took something off the floor. It was in a long box, and when she took it out, all carefully wrapped, both the young woman and the girl almost screamed. It was a two-headed dildo, about thirteen inches from cock tip to cock tip. It was made of the same heavy rubber as the other dildo Joan had used, but this one had little knobby bumps all over it. Both the girl and the young woman knew the knobs on the artificial dual penis served to enhance the sensations they would receive even more.
"You see," Joan was saying. "Carmen will insert one end into her vagina first. When it's about halfway in, she'll squat over Rona and help guide the other end into her. Then the two of you will press against one another so you'll not only receive the sensation of being properly fucked, but will be able to lock your clitorises together, letting them rub so the friction will help create dual orgasms. I want the two of you to have vaginal and clitoral orgasms. They're different, you know. Most women don't realize it. They equate one with the other, saying they're the same. They aren't. I found it out for myself."
"We still need a few moments to rest," Rona muttered.
"This is the best time, while your pussies are tight and not distended. It'll be harder to force the dildo into the two of you, but I promise you, you'll both love it. And to enhance everything, Bob will ass-fuck each of you, one at a time. This way one or both of you might receive an anal orgasm, as well. Imagine having three orgasms at once!"
Carmen moaned and turned over on her belly, as if defying Joan. This made the matriarchal woman angry, and returning to the closet, she took out a long, silver-handled whip with a very thin strand.
"This can do a lot of damage," she told the other two females. "It's thin, like a piece of fine wire, with the tip leaded to weight it, so the whipping can hurt all the more. Now do I use this, or do you two obey me?"
Carmen looked at Rona, and a mutual understanding was born between them Both realized they wanted to get out from under the control of Joan Sumner, and both silently vowed to do so, if possible, with the help of the other.
"You first," Joan told Carmen. "Just press the head into your pussy. I know it's thick, but it should slide right in."
Carmen accepted the dildo, lay on her back, parted her thighs, and forced the thick knob at one end into her slick pussy. It didn't slide in as easily as Joan had said. She had to work it back and forth a few times until it was far enough inside."
"Now," Joan said. "Fuck Rona."
Realizing how difficult a time she'd had in pushing the dildo into her, Carmen knew it would be equally hard fitting it into Rona. Right now she was feeling discomfort more than anything else. Dildos, like cocks, were things to be enjoyed. The smart thing to do would be to first warm Rona up. In the process, she'd be warming herself up, and she'd be able to more readily appreciate the stopper in her cunt
"Take it easy," she said to Rona, kneeling beside her.
Reaching down, she rubbed the other girl's neck, softly letting her fingers tickle and tantalize. Then she leaned down and began blowing in the other girl's ear, nibbling at the lobe at the same time. Her hand began caressing Rona's two tits, rubbing the nipples almost simultaneously, and almost immediately the girl began responding.
Now she lowered her mouth to Rona's left nipple and began gently sucking, feeling the tension ease out. And as she continued mouthing the nubbin she felt her own heat rising. The tiredness was slowly beginning to ease out of her body.
Beginning to feel arousal work its way through her, Rona arched her back and opened her thighs. Her hands began caressing Carmen's cheeks, spurring the woman on. Carmen worked inexpertly, being a relative novice to this, yet for all her inexpertise she did well Her hands began strongly kneading the full, conical mounds of Rona's luscious tits, and even Bob Manset, staring and taking in every movement, approved of the way Carmen's hands wandered across Rona's boobs. Rona once again touched Carmen's breasts, pinching the woman's nipples between her fingers.
"Look at the way Rona's cunt is watering," Joan whispered to Manset. "By the time Carmen gets through using that dildo on her, both girls'll be able to handle elephants. That's the thickest dildo I've ever owned."
"Let's try a different position this time," Carmen murmured.
"What've you got in mind?" Rona asked.
Getting off the bed, Carmen walked across the room where an armless chair stood in the corner. She sat, the dildo protruding from her cunt like an obscene staff. It stood up at a forty-five degree angle, away from her body.
"Come on," she told Rona. "Sink down on it."
"Sure," Rona said, walking over to her. "Why not?"
Straddling the thick, heavy instrument, Rona used both hands to part her pussylips as she hovered directly over it. Slowly, she sank down until her swollen labia barely touched it. It was thick, all right, thicker than anything Manset sported, even thicker than the other dildo Joan had used. Shutting her eyes, Rona took a deep breath and slowly let herself go lower. The thick rubber parted her vaginal entranceway, opening the petals of her cuntlips as she sank lower and lower.
"Uuughhh!" Rona gasped, feeling the fullness of the heavy dome cleave into her dripping cunt.
Joan, who had been watching the whole thing, knew the dildo wasn't long enough to hurt Rona's interior, since half of it was already swallowed inside Carmen's seething pussy. Hurrying over to where Rona was squatting, she threw her weight on the girl and forced her all the way down at once.
"Eeeyahh!" Rona screamed, more surprised than anything else. The knobby dildo now filled her creaming pussy as fully as it did Carmen's, and in their present position, their clits were just barely touching. Rona merely sat there for the moment, trying to adjust to the feel of the thickness inside her.
"Want me to fuck her ass now?" Manset asked, more than a little anxious.
"No," Joan replied. "I have a better idea. Strip!"
While Manset undressed, Joan removed her own robe and strapped on the dildo she'd used the previous night.
"Now what?" Manset asked, completely naked.
"Now, while the two girls are locked together, I want you to fit yourself between them facing Carmen."
Manset shrugged and walked over to where the two girls were still locked together. Lifting his right leg, he passed it over Carmen's head and brought it down on the other side of the two girls. Now he had one leg on either side of them, and he was between them, pressed against Carmen, his cock hitting her in the face, and his ass rubbing against Rona's luscious tits. It took a great amount of care to maintain his precarious balance between the two girls. Rona and Carmen had to reach around Manset, sandwiched between them, and hold one another's elbows.
Joan walked up to the trio and taking Manset's long, thick cock in her hands, pushed it into Carmen's mouth. Carmen, who had never sucked on a male organ before, was completely surprised. Yet before she could get over her astonishment, she realized she didn't dislike the thick dork filling her mouth. On the contrary, it was different, yet.. . good. And when Joan pushed her head forward and back, making her run her lips and tongue along the length of the fleshy lance, Carmen understood what was expected of her.
The two girls began rubbing back and forth on the dildo, thrilling to the way it sent little charges of delight through their stretched pussies with each movement. Equally delightful was the pressure they felt on each forward thrust when their clits came frictioning together. Because Bob Manset maintained his weight on the balls of his feet, the girls didn't feel too uncomfortable with him between them. He jammed his cock deep into Carmen's mouth, feeling the prick head bounce off the back of her throat. Unlike Rona, Carmen wasn't able to open her throat and take his heavy knob deep inside. Manset had to be content with six of his nine inches being swallowed. But Carmen did her utmost, pressing her tongue firmly against the solid flesh, rubbing her lips tightly around the spongy head each time he pulled the penile spear back. She even chewed a little with her teeth, applying just enough pressure to make it feel good. But even as she sucked, Carmen realized fellating was not her bag. No doubt she'd be doing a lot more of it before her life was finished, but she'd never enjoy it as much as she had when she'd lapped Rona's cunt.
Manset, in order to keep his balance, had put his hands on Carmen's head and pulled her face into his stomach each time he rammed his fiercely burning cock forward. The girl wasn't as good as Rona, but considering how horny he felt, any mouth would feel good. And he could feel Rona's full breasts pressing against his ass, cushioning it while her nipples seemed to be trying to poke holes into it.
Rona felt Manset's back press against her face, but there was no weightiness to it. She felt her lip brush his skin, and she automatically kissed his spine, letting her tongue lick up and down.
Joan, content the three were locked the way she wanted them, tightened the dildo strap around her, then approached Rona from behind and slowly, very slowly pressed the dildo against the girl's flowery asshole. When she found entering a bit difficult, Joan took some lubricant from her own creaming snatch and coated the dildo with it. Then she pushed forward and found herself entering a little at a time.
Rona once again found herself dually impaled, but this time she was enjoying the sensation of another clitoris pressing against hers, and she shuddered as little sparks began exploding inside her. A mini-orgasm overwhelmed her, set off by Carmen's clit rubbing against hers. She bucked wildly, each time pulling back and sliding onto Joan's dildo, then rushing forward and feeling the other artificial penis stuff her pussy almost to the limit before her oscillating clit vibrated against Carmen's.
Manset had never been the filling in a sandwich before. But since his penis was embedded deep in the mouth of one of the women and nothing was stuck inside him, he was enjoying himself, even if his balance was a bit tenuous.
"It.. . feels . . . so good," Rona muttered into his back, thrilling to the two dildos filling her. The electric sensation of Carmen's rubbing clit added to her passion, and another mini-climax caught hold of her, making her shudder.
Joan, meanwhile, had found enough space to fit her finger between her dildo and her box, and now had the finger pressed to her own clit. As she fucked forward, the pressure shoved her finger against her sensitive extension, and she began having the first of two major orgasms. Even as she came, she continued thrusting the dildo bard against Rona, ramming and jamming the solid piece of rubber all the way into the hot hole of Rona's ass.
Carmen was in a quandary. She was enjoying the sensation of Rona's clit rubbing against hers, sending chills up her spine to match the tingle she felt as the knobby dildo also moved within her body. But Manset's cock in her mouth was something she liked less and less. Not that it tasted bad, but in this particular position she was very uncomfortable, and he, in order to keep himself from falling, was continually shoving his solid meat deeper and deeper into her throat
"Rub my balls," he whispered to her. "Rub my balls, damn it. Make me come quickly."
Releasing Rona's right elbow with her left hand, she cupped Manset's huge testicle sac in her palm and began squeezing ever so slightly. This made him speed up his penile thrusts into her mouth, and she felt she was ready to gag. Then she sensed the swelling of his huge cock and realized he was about to blast a load down her throat. No, she didn't want that stuff in her mouth, But there was no way she could pull back. She was seated in that chair and she couldn't move back.
The huge cock became an immense redwood, stretching her lips and her cheeks, and then suddenly he was firing a heavy burst of blazing gism, pouring it down her open throat, shooting it straight into her belly. Unable to do anything else, Carmen swallowed. It had an overly sanitary taste to it, but otherwise she didn't find it objectionable save that it made her choke a little. She somehow or other managed to keep an oral lock on his spurting penis, sucking and draining until it was empty.
When he was finally finished, he slowly pulled his leg from one side as he leaned toward the other, eventually falling on the floor. Carmen was thankful she could breathe.
With Manset gone, Carmen was free to concentrate on her own orgasm, and suddenly she realized a towering sensation was overwhelming her. She clutched Rona to her, feeling her clit rubbing hard against the young girl's, while the dildo pressed deep into her sensitive box and titillated her even more. She rubbed back and forth while clutching Rona, and she felt her own climax hit her with the intensity of a baseball bat slamming a home run.
The way Carmen clutched Rona made her thrill to one more small orgasm, and then the big one came, bursting over her like a heavy wave smashing against rocks. This made her shudder back and forth a bit more, and a second orgasm, a clitoral one, slammed her with the force of a cosmic explosion while her vaginal crisis was still at its peak. And long before she could recover from any of them, the third one, the anal orgasm overtook her, and she had to clutch Carmen's shoulders to keep from falling down.
Joan, who was still fingering herself, rammed her dildo one more time into Rona's tight, clutching ass, and then had her second orgasm It hit her so hard, it left her limp. She fell to the floor, dragging the dildo from Rona's rectum
Rona, no longer hampered by the dildo in her rear, pulled away from the one impaling her cunt. That left Carmen free to pull it out of her own aching twat.
No one in the room could say a thing. All four were worn out. But Rona and Carmen looked at one another again; Rona from her supine position on the bed, and Carmen still in the chair.
CHAPTER TEN
Night fell swiftly, and after a hearty supper, Rona and Carmen retired, leaving Joan and Bob Manset alone at the dinner table. Joan smiled at Manset and said; "It's complete. I've had Rona fucked in every way possible. Tomorrow we start her using the dildo. She can use it on Carmen, first. If and when I feel she's expert at it, I'll let her use it on me."
"She doesn't like you," Manset told her.
"Who cares," Joan shrugged. "As long as she obeys orders. Sooner or later well knock the prissiness out of her. When that happens we can settle down to some steady, serious fucking."
"Do you intend to still bring in more virgins?"
"Naturally. You see, Robert, the ultimate idea is to eventually have Rona strap on a dildo and take the maidenhead of at least one of these girls. When this is done, it'll mean Rona's total corruption will be complete."
And while Joan and Manset were talking, Carmen had let herself into Rona's room. She was saying, "I'm leaving here, hopefully tonight. Would you care to come with me?"
"I have nowhere to go," Rona told her. "I have no money of my own. The only job I have is here, in Sumner, and you know how long I'd last at that once I broke out of here."
"Come with me," Carmen urged. "I have money; lots of it. I'm going to be rich in a few days, on my birthday."
"What'll I do with you?" Rona asked, smiling.
"The same things we did today, only without anyone forcing us. I'll give you a substantial sum of your own, and if you're unhappy, you can leave me at any time, knowing you have enough money to take you a long way to wherever you want to go."
"It sounds too good to be true," Rona said, sadly smiling.
"It's true," Carmen promised. "Help me to get out and come away with me."
"What'll we wear? It's freezing outside. We can't go out without clothes."
"I found some clothing in the playroom downstairs, after you and Joan and Bob had left. I took a blouse and skirt and coat for both of us. I only guessed at your size, but I think what I took will fit."
"Why not?" Rona nodded. "When do you want to try?"
"Wait for Joan and Bob to go to sleep. Then we can slip out the backdoor. The lock there opens without need for a key."
"But won't there be some kind of alarm?"
"Maybe, but we'll be gone by the time everyone realizes what happened."
The hours passed slowly for Rona and Carmen after that, each minute dragging by. But eventually Joan and Bob Manset retired to Joan's bedroom, and all the lights in the house went out. Carmen and Rona dressed in the clothes Carmen had found. Each found the clothing a little tight-fitting, but not uncomfortably so. Together they went downstairs and headed for the rear door. But when they got to the back hall, they saw a small light on. Sitting by the door was Tom Furio. He wasn't expecting company, and he was reading one of a batch of comic books he had nearby.
Carmen motioned with her finger on her lips for Rona to be quiet. Then she picked up a heavy metal vase and handed it to Rona, signaling her to be ready to crack Furio over the head at the proper time. Rona nodded.
Taking off the clothing she had only recently put on, Carmen boldly walked up to Tom Furio and said: "What're you doing here at this time of night?"
"My job," he smiled, looking up, openly admiring the woman's figure. "What're you doing?"
"I sort of got lonely," Carmen told him. "I was looking for both, a little company and a little action."
"Well now," Furio said, smiling. "Maybe I can accommodate you. Anywhere in particular?"
"The floor looks like as good a place as any. Besides, you want to stay here, near the door."
"You're very considerate." Furio said, smiling as he removed his pants. "Is it okay with you if I keep my shirt on?"
"As long as it doesn't get in the way," Carmen told him
"It won't," he assured her.
"Good," she nodded. "I don't think we need any preliminaries, do you?"
She lay on the floor and Furio used a finger to examine her leaking pussy. Satisfied it was good and wet, he said. "No, I think we can get right to the main event. Hey, you're all right."
"I'm a lot better than all right," she assured him, waiting for him to kneel between her thighs.
Furio positioned himself and Carmen took his solid, meaty whang and placed it right up against the separation between her butterfly-like pussylips. Without hesitation, Furio began pushing.
"Jeez, but that feels good," he muttered, thrilling to the tight way Carmen's pussy clutched his probing prick.
"Push it deeper," Carmen invited. "I like it."
"I'm warning you, I come fast."
"So do I," Carmen assured him. "Just let so."
The solid prick began riding back and forth in the hot tunnel between her full thighs. Furio was riding hell-for-leather, not thinking about anything or anyone at that point. It gave Rona a chance to come ever closer without being spotted. Had she known not even an earthquake would have taken the man's attention from what he was doing, she'd have been more bold. As it was, she moved slowly, cautiously, afraid he might see her.
Carmen, in spite of herself was enjoying the feel of Furio's thick, long dork in her wet, naming container. He rammed it in again and again, speeding up with each thrust, himself thrilling to the way her creaming cunt tightly held him within. This was the second near-virgin he'd had in three days. Things were looking up. This one was pretty good, too. To Tom Furio, the best lay was always the present one. He was a sex gourmand rather than a gourmet. One cunt always felt pretty much like another, and the one he was enjoying at the particular moment was always better than all the ones preceding it. He fucked strongly, wildly, rampantly, shoving his weeping meat deeper and deeper into Carmen's lusting cunt. Both were enjoying it, and Carmen, to her surprise, felt herself ready to come. Well then, she wasn't a total Lesbian, after all. She could enjoy a man fucking her as much as a woman. It was good to know.
Furio was grunting now, sweat breaking out all over him. He, too, felt his climax about to spill out. He thrust even harder, ramming indelicately, not caring what Carmen felt as long as he got his.
The load boiling in his balls was steadily building, and suddenly, unable to contain himself, nor really wanting to, he popped his seed into Carmen, filling her with hot, burning cream. She bucked and bounced, thrilling to the feel of the lava-like sperm coursing through her womb. She wasn't worried about becoming pregnant at that point.
Rona, seeing Furio come, was ready to bounce the vase off his skull, then saw Carmen breathing hard. She waited. She had to. Carmen's eyes suddenly shut tight, squeezed shut as she, too, had a solid orgasm, gasping and grunting her pleasure.
"Good, huh?" Furio grinned, and then his world caved in as Rona slammed the metal vase on his head.
Not stopping to enjoy anything more, Carmen quickly dressed. Then the two opened the backdoor. To their surprise, their was no alarm. Together they ran off into the night.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Don't blame Tom," Manset said to Joan Sumner. "He only succumbed to what you and I give in to every day."
"He's not paid to give in to his desires," Joan fumed. "Those ungrateful bitches. How dare they run away like this?"
"They just don't appreciate you as I do," Manset told her. "I'm probably the only man in the world who can truly see how exceptional you are."
"Don't patronize me, Robert," Joan snapped. "It's as bad as making fun of me."
"I'm not patronizing you," Manset told her. "I'm stating an irrefutable fact. You are an exceptional woman. I know it for a fact. I guarantee those two girls will never forget their stay here. More, they'll use all the knowledge they gained here to eventually trap some man who'll probably make life a lot more of a hell for them than anything they had here."
"I hope so," Joan all but snarled. "I hope so."
"Come on," Manset told her. "Cheer up. There are millions of virgins out there for the taking. You're still relatively young, and before you get too old you can pop quite a few more cherries."
"I don't know," Joan muttered.
It was early morning and the two were cuddled in her bed, Manset holding her close and nibbling on her ear.
"I do know," he said. "You'll never let a little setback like this throw you. Come on, Joan, cheer up."
"Sure, it's easy for you to say," she snapped. "But without those girls here, what do I have?"
"You have me," he smiled, using his hand to spread her thighs.
Absently she opened her loins and let him climb on top of her, then she looked at him, and said: "You aren't a virgin, Robert."
"Right," he answered, ramming his entire nine inches into her to the hilt. She was the only woman he knew who could take it.
"So what good are you?" she asked, automatically bucking in rhythm to his hard thrusts.
Less than two minutes later Joan Sumner found out just how good Bob Manset really was as her scream rang throughout the house, signaling he'd exploded another atomic orgasm inside her.