The day began like any other for Adele Sampson. She worked at the Imperial Savings and Loan, a bank much like any other in the neighborhood. Everyone who worked there was pleasant, and Adele enjoyed her job there as teller. Granted it didn't pay as much as she would have liked, but she was only a nineteen-year-old girl, still living with her parents, and as such, didn't have very many expenses. She contributed to the household welfare, giving her parents half her salary, little knowing they put the money in a bank account in order to give her a nest egg when the time came for her to get married.
Adele was a beautiful girl, very tiny, petite, all of five feet tall, with short auburn hair cropped in an Italian bob. Her mother was Italian, and she had taught Adele to speak the language when Adele was only a child. As a result, Adele was able to converse with one of the other girls who worked as a teller, who also spoke Italian, without anyone else in the bank, or most of the customers, knowing what she was saying.
Most of the bank's customers liked Adele very much. It was always pleasant having a young girl with a white complexion, a turned-up nose, gray-green eyes, and a sensual mouth, smiling. Those who saw her on her break, when she stepped from behind the large counter, saw that in spite of her size, she was solidly put together. Her breasts, though small like Mackintosh apples, were just as firm, with thick nipples which, even in their relaxed state pressed firmly against the reddish-brown sweater she was wearing, making themselves stand out. Her waist was one of those narrow ones a man with large hands was able to span, and she had curvaceous hips that undulated naturally when she walked. Beneath the seed-brown skirt she wore, full calves narrowed into delicately trim ankles. Everything about her was so delightful.
She spoke Italian as flawlessly as she did English, with no hint of an accent. Her eyes were bright beacons that made almost all the customers smile.
Adele lived on Long Island, in the town of Stoneville Border. She worked in the next village, the village of Baldrick. Though she had often read about the rash of bank robberies that had taken place in California, she felt she had nothing to worry about because no one would attempt something like that on Long Island. The robberies in California were done by Ma and Pa thieves, one-time robbers who, because of having lost their jobs and being unable to get another, committed the hit-and-run robberies, usually at drive-in banks, taking a quick fifty to a hundred thousand in order to give themselves breathing space. Most of them weren't caught because they were amateurs, and the FBI and the local police had no records of these people.
But it was the success of these bank holdups that gave one of the employees at her bank the idea of pulling off a robbery.
CHAPTER TWO
It was Friday, almost three o'clock, and Adele was looking forward to the weekend. It was one of those rare weekends where she didn't have to work on Saturday. She was humming to herself, making Mrs. MacGregor, the small brown-haired Scottish teller next to her, smile.
No one paid particular attention to the two lumbering ox-like men who walked into the bank just before closing. They were speaking with Audrey, the lovely brunette receptionist. Actually, Audrey was more than a receptionist. She opened the new accounts, straightened out problems customers had with existing accounts, helped with bank credit cards, doing any one of a number of things that elevated her somewhat about teller status. She had been a teller for ten years herself, before being moved into this position.
Audrey was close to forty, but looked more like twenty-five. Though she smoked a little too much, her teeth were always gleaming white. She had jet-black hair which she combed in various fluff styles. Today it had the winged look of Ann Landers. Her nose was short but broad, and she had full, tantalizing lips. Audrey always wore black sweater-blouses and tight slacks, both emphasizing the fact that though somewhat slim in the hips, she was most definitely a woman.
Behind Audrey's desk was another equally large desk where the new employee, Marsha, sat. Marsha was heavy, flat-faced, not at all pretty, though with what seemed to be a lively disposition. Marsha had large, ponderous breasts, somewhat flabby because she had not exercised in her youth and as a result had let her body run down. Marsha was also in her forties, married once, divorced once, and with no intention of marrying again. Marsha wore blowsy dresses to cover the fact that she was overweight, and when the two men came in and started talking to Audrey, she imperceptibly shook her head. One of the men, the chunkier of the two, with hair as dark as Marsha's and cheeks as round and as ruddy, walked over to the long counter behind which the tellers were standing. Adele was the first teller there, and Marsha nodded.
The other man, the meaner-looking one, seemingly thanked Audrey for answering whatever question he'd asked, then walked over to where his friend was standing. Marsha, meanwhile, closed her desk and walked to the door as if preparing to lock it and keep any other customers out.
Adele looked up at the ruddy-faced man. He smiled at her, then opened his jacket to show her the handle of the gun in his waistband, saying, "No noise, no pressing the silent alarms, no sudden movement. Just scoop all the fifties, twenties, and tens in your drawer into a sack and hand it to me. You have fifteen seconds."
Adele was terrified. She froze.
The second man, the mean-looking one, seeing she wasn't about to obey his buddy, shouted, "Freeze, everyone! This is a stickup."
The heavier man ran behind the counter and quickly scooped all the money in the various cash drawers into a sack, leaving the last bill in each slot in each drawer, knowing the removal of any of those bills would set off an alarm. He worked so quickly, he had all the money in the sack in less than thirty seconds.
The nasty-looking man grabbed Adele's arm, saying, "We're leaving now, and we're taking pretty girl here, with us. If the cops chase us, they're gonna have to stop to pick her up otta the gutter."
"Take the chubby one by the door, too," the heavy man insisted.
Before Adele realized what was happening, she was being tugged out of the bank, into the cool March air, and forced into a non-descript-looking black sedan. Marsha was sitting beside her, and the two men were in front, the chubby one driving, the mean-looking one in the passenger's seat, looking back and making sure the women behaved themselves, while checking to see if any police were following them.
It was obvious a lot of careful planning had gone into this. The moment they exited through the west side of the huge shopping center parking lot, the car turned right, drove one black, made a sharp left, then another right, moving along streets that had almost no traffic at all. Timing was important, because less than a minute after they traveled down on particular street, school let out for the day, and kids came rushing into the street, blocking it to any vehicular traffic for the next five minutes.
In that five minutes, the black sedan turned down a side street, then whipped into an open garage. An electronic garage door-closer brought the overhead door down behind them.
"You okay?" the mean-looking man said to Marsha.
He had a wrinkled, prune-face, with a sharply jutting nose, two brown little eyes, a small slash of a mouth, and a large chin. His hair was short and iron gray. Though somewhat flabby himself, he wasn't fat. The man with him had slick black hair, a pudgy face and a round body. Both men wore jeans and leather jackets.
"I'm fine, Charlie, the chubbier woman nodded, and Adele stared in amazement.
"You're part of all this!" she gasped.
"That's right, honey," Marsha nodded. "I'm part of all this. You behave, and by the time the weekend's over, you'll be home, safe and sound. Give us any trouble, and I promise you, we'll deep-six you before we take off."
"You'll be caught," Adele insisted as she slid out Marsha's side of the car at the insistence of the older woman.
"We have it all worked out, honey," Marsha insisted. "No one's going to catch us. like I said, keep calm, cool, and collected, and you won't get hurt. Go inside."
She gestured to the door in the garage that Charlie, the mean-faced man, had opened. As Adele entered the large barroom in the basement of the house, she heard Marsha say to the other man, "Manny, you count up what we've taken and let me know. Today was payday for a lot of guys, and we kept a huge supply of cash on hand. Those drawers should have yielded better than two hundred-thousand."
The barroom was musty, not having been used in some time. It was obvious the house had been rented by these people and the automatic garage door-opener installed for just this reason.
As she moved upstairs to the main floor, Adele saw all the windows were covered with steel shutters from the outside, as were the doors. The house looked abandoned. Even the garage entrance was on a deserted street, and none of the neighbors would have seen them come in.
Though the electricity was on in the house, because of all the shutters no lights would be seen outside. Adele realized there was no way she would be able to break out, and she felt terrified.
She was shivering, partly from her experience, but partly from the chill in the March air. If she didn't warm up quickly, she might catch a cold. Marsha, seeing her shiver, decided it might be best for Adele to take a hot shower.
CHAPTER THREE
Rather than a hot shower, Adele preferred a hot bath. She stripped her clothes off, shuddering, and slid into a hot tub Marsha had drawn for her. She was amazed at the brunette's solicitousness. The chill in the air outside had caused an uneasiness in her chest, and wet heat was the one thing that might keep her from catching pneumonia. She no longer thought about why these men had kidnapped her. All she cared about was maintaining her health. She assumed Marsha would keep her word, and by Monday Adele would be back at work. For that, she had to be healthy.
The hot water soaked into her aching body, working out all the chilliness, making her feel a sense of temporary security. The nightmare of having been kidnapped was forgotten for the moment.
Her parents would be worried sick about her. But there was nothing she'd be able to do.
The water in the tub was starting to cool off. Adele felt it was time to get out and dry herself off. Besides, she wanted to get dressed as quickly as possible. She didn't doubt for a moment that if either of the two men felt she was teasing them, they would be quick to take advantage of her.
Getting out of the tub, she wrapped herself in a huge, oversized light-green towel, pulling it all the way around her and luxuriating in the fluffiness of it against her softly tender white skin. She had been careful not to let her hair get wet, and now she wanted to dry off the rest of her as quickly as possible and get dressed.
Peering out into the hall, she saw no one there. So she quickly hurried to the room Marsha had designated as the room she would occupy while staying here.
With the towel tightly around her, she entered the bedroom, a room bare but for a small bed and an empty closet. She had left her clothing on the bed, but it was all gone, now. She panicked, hurrying to the closet and looking inside. Nothing!
The sound of the bedroom door closing made her turn around, and she saw Marsha standing there. But Marsha was wearing a white robe, now.
"Y-you startled me a little," she said to the chubby woman, afraid of her as she clutched the towel more tightly around her.
"You're modest," Marsha smiled, noting the way she was tightly gripping the towel. "The first thing you have to learn in this house is to lose your modesty. I'm afraid your stay here will be as pleasant as you make it."
"I don't understand what you're trying to say," Adele insisted.
"To begin with, the towel," Marsha told her. "It's fine for drying you off, but by now it is wet. I suggest you let it fall."
"What?" Adele gasped.
"Drop the towel Adele. Let me get a good look at that slim, slender body of yours."
"I will not," Adele gasped, shaking her head.
"You will," Marsha nodded as Adele tried sidling past her to get to the door. She was unaware of the door opening behind her.
"It might be a good idea to listen to Marsha," the harsh voice of Charlie said, behind her, and the frightened young auburn-haired girl turned to see him standing in the room.
"But...I mean...well...I can't just let myself be seen nakedly...just like that... , " she insisted, tension creeping into the slender shape of her body.
"Whatcher sayin' is, you ain't used to it," Charlie smirked, "but don't worry, honey. You're gonna be here with us the whole weekend, and you'll get used to it for sure."
"I will not!" the terrified Adele gasped as she tightly clung to the towel as if her very life depended on keeping her body from being seen by these people.
"Charlie, don't waste time, just pull the towel away," Marsha insisted, not wanting to bother saying more.
"No...don't!" she shrieked, begging with her eyes as much as her mouth, backing away as Charlie started moving toward her. "Look, just leave me alone, and I promise, I promise I won't say a word about this when you finally let me go."
"Who the hell is gonna do anything when you finally do get outta here?" Charlie asked, letting her know they didn't intend killing her, at any rate. "Even if you tell the cops, d'you think it's gonna make 'em work any harder to catch us? Even if, by some strange miracle, they do catch us, d'you think we're gonna get some more time in the slammer for fucking you than we'd get for bank robbery or kidnappin'? Prison sentences are funny things. They put people away for longer periods of time for robbery than they do for rape. When there are more than one sentence bein' handed out by some dumb judge, they're handed out concurrently, not consecutively, so I'd be servin' time for both crimes at once. No matter how you slice it honey, it still comes out the same way. Now the three of us got you here, and we're gonna spend the whole weekend here. We'd be kinda stupid not to take advantage of you. You, on the other hand, would be kinda stupid to fight us. So let's do this nice and easy, huh?"
"You might have me trapped here," Adele snapped. "But that's no reason for me to stop behaving decently."
"How're you gonna behave decently dressed in only a wet towel that already shows off an awful lotta you?" Charlie asked. "Stop acting like a dumb cunt. You're gonna do what we tell you t'do, one way or the other. The only question is, are you gonna do it without havin' to be forced? I mean, either way I get my kicks."
He suddenly reached out and grabbed the towel.
"No! Adele screamed out loud, holding tightly to it. "You're crazy, all three of you."
"Perhaps," Marsha smiled, licking her lips, making Adele aware that Marsha was not quite as heterosexual as she had initially appeared, "but we enjoy our craziness, and before you leave here, you'll enjoy it just as much."
She was approaching Adele from the other side, and Adele was more terrified than ever. She used one hand to try and ward off the chunky brunette, and as a result eased the hold she had on the towel. Charlie yanked hard, and the towel came away, exposing her lovely nakedness.
Adele screamed out loud, using one hand to cover the perfect roundnesses of her breasts while with the flat of her other hand she covered her pelvis. Her eyes, normally very large, now were even larger as they stared with horror at the two people staring at her.
"She's perfect," Marsha nodded, licking her lips. "All three of us are going to have the time of our lives with her. It was pretty smart of you to take her along, as well. Since it was your idea, you get first licks, Charlie-literally. She's a virgin from what I understand, we want to keep her that way until she begs us to remove her hymen."
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" Adele gasped. "Don't come near me! Don't hurt me!"
"Hurtcha?" Charlie laughed. "Hey, honey, we may force you to do some things, but ain't no one gonna hurtcha. After a while, you're gonna dig everything we do t'ya. We got it figured out that you're gonna beg us before we actually give you a solid fuck. But the more you fight us, the harder all this is gonna be. So you be a smart chick and do like we say, and everything gonna be okay."
"My God!" Adele screamed, backing away from him, unwittingly moving toward the bed behind her. "You're going to rape me! Then you'll have to kill me to shut me up!"
"Can it, already," Charlie snapped. "Ain't no one gonna stick his cock in you without you askin' fer it. By the way, that's the word you gotta use -cockbefore we stick you. As f killin' you, you gotta be nuts. Only stupid people kill other people. I told you, we're gonna get outta here sometime by the end of the weekend, and you'll find yer own way out, afterward. Don't worry chickie."
"Don't tell me not to worry," Adele shrieked at him, suddenly aware of the bed hitting her behind the knees, realizing it was impossible for her to back away any further. "Please don't hurt me!" she cried out. "Oh God! Don't hurt me!"
"I wouldn't dream of hurtin' somethin' as soft and sweet as you," Charlie insisted, his harsh voice almost hypnotic for the moment, coming closer and closer to her, seeing her body shudder with horrified fright. Her small breasts were shaking, moving delightfully up and down like marionettes, and staring at her made him lick his lips.
It had been a long time since Charlie had enjoyed a really sexy woman like this. For the past few months, he and Manny had been forced to content themselves with sharing Marsha. Marsha hadn't objected, but Charlie knew she was AC-DC and wanted a little action with someone like Adele, too. For all his coarseness, Charlie was wise when it came to handling women. He had never yet actually fucked a woman without her wanting him to do it. He had done other things, just as he was going to do something to Adele, but he never fucked without their okay.
He was standing right next to Adele at the moment, looking into the steamy depths of her frightened gray-green eyes. There was, he had to admit to himself, a certain amount of enjoyment in screwing a woman who didn't want it, though he, himself had never discovered it. However, he did enjoy seeing someone like this, afraid at the start, eventually melt and come around to his way of thinking. Christ! Before the weekend was over, he'd fuck her solidly, all right. He'd fuck her top and bottom, front and back, everywhere. But she would be begging for it, first. His hand reached out to touch her lovely face, and she screamed as his fingers touched her cheek.
"You just take it easy, chickie," he muttered, fighting hard to keep himself under control.
"D-don't hurt me...please . . . " she whimpered, and not knowing what to do, suddenly found herself clinging to the nasty-faced man as she pressed her own face into his shoulder and pushed the nipples of her perfect, upstanding breasts into his shirt-covered chest.
Charlie was aware of heat burning through him as he felt those breast-tips burning through the fabric of his shirt. His huge arms surrounded her, holding her slender form tightly to him. God! She felt so damned good. It had been so long since he'd had something this delicate crushed to his chest.
He sensed her body heat coming through his shirt, and when she lifted her face to look at him and plead with him, his mouth came crushing down, claiming hers. Adele tried pulling back, but the man kept moving with her, and suddenly the two of them were stumbling, falling onto the bed. Charlie was one top and felt her rounded breasts pushing even more firmly against him as his weightly chest came down solidly against her.
Adele's slender thighs parted as she fell, and when her small, tight buttocks hit the mattress, she suddenly realized she had the weight of Charlie's crotch pressing into the soft lips of her tender cunt. For the first time in her life she was aware of the kind of hardness sported by a man as it pressed through his trousers and rubbed itself against the split purse between her thighs. His zipper was hurting her, pulling at the sparse auburn thatch on her venereal mount, but overpowering the pain and the fear inside her was the arousing sensation of that hot hardness moving up and down in the softness of her heretofore-untouched womanly crack. Her lubrication, suddenly oozing out of her in heavy gouts for the first time in her life, made his pants wet, but he didn't seem to give a damn. His mouth was clamped tightly to hers, stifling any scream, cutting off her breath, kissing her, actually pulling her tongue from her mouth and sucking on it. His teeth were actually biting into her tongue, and when she finally managed to pull her tongue back into her own mouth, she was aware of his lingual digit probing in as well, teasing her gums, counting her white teeth, lining the insides of her lips.
The feelings in Adele were a mixture of arousal and terror. They were so overpowering, she forgot to struggle. For a long moment she simply lay there, limp, unmoving, allowing his tongue to continue searching her mouth, feeling his heavy chest press against her enlarging nipples, aware more than ever of that off hardness between his own thighs pressing into hers, causing the oily flow from her feminine flagon to ooze out even more and make his pants that much wetter.
"That's enough, Charlie," Marsha insisted, taking charge, letting Adele realize who was the boss of this outfit. "She belongs to me, now."
With tremendous difficulty the hungering Charlie lifted his hard body from the slender form of the beautiful woman he was covering, exposing the supine white tenderness to Marsha's burning eyes. The dark-haired woman stared at Adele's soddenly juicy pussy, hungrily admiring the rich pinkness barely showing beneath the jungle of sparse auburn curls. like Charlie, Marsha was salivating, staring anxiously at the slender litheness of Adele's lovely form.
While Charlie had been wrestling with Adele, Marsha had taken the opportunity to remove her own robe. Now it was Adele's turn to stare. The woman was flabby, but well-preserved for the most part. Her bulbous breasts sagged, but she had no wrinkles anywhere. There were faint stretch marks on her thighs and breasts, and her waist was somewhat fleshy. Her hips, thighs, and calves were very full, but solid, revealing that in spite of her detestation of exercise, and in spite of her being overweight, there was nothing overly soft about Marsha.
"No! No! No!" Adele shrieked, turning and twisting in an attempt to avoid the approaching Marsha.
"Don't be frightened," the older woman whispered as she approached the bed. "I don't want to hurt you, honey. I want you to enjoy everything as much as I'm going to enjoy it all. You'll learn to enjoy the giving as well as the receiving."
"Don't you understand?" Adele gasped. "What you want to do is a sin. We mustn't allow ourselves to give in to something like this."
"Who says so?" Marsha snapped. "I'd like to know where in the bible it talks about the sinful relationship between women. Oh, it says something about it being wrong for two men to indulge. That is definitely a sin. But there isn't a single thing wrong with two women giving one another pleasure. We both of us are women, Adele. So stop fighting me and just enjoy."
"I know the priest would disapprove of it," she insisted.
"When was the last time you went to church?" Marsha teased.
"I go every Sunday," Adele insisted.
"Oh, a real goody-goody. You go and listen to celibate men talk about the evils of things they know nothing about. I always thought of you as being more intelligent than to allow sexless men like priests to rule your life. Now you listen to me, Adele. I know all about the different kinds of love. You do as I say, and let me do as I wish, and you won't be sorry."
"It's corrupt!" Adele gasped.
"Who is there is say corruption isn't pleasant?" Marsha asked. "No one is going to violate your inner self as long as you don't beg for it, honey. Believe me when I say, you will beg for it, honey. But at the moment I'm determined to make love to you, and I'm just as determined to have you love me."
"Love you?" Adele asked, her eyes showing the detestation she felt for the other woman. "I despise you. There was no need for you to have dragged me along."
'There was every need," Marsha shrugged. "The three of us are in dire need of a woman-you, to be exact. I had you marked as the sexiest woman in the place, and I made certain you were the one Charlie selected to go with us. You're going to learn to love us, Adele, and I don't mean merely in the physical sense. You're going to be in love with all of us."
"Please" the helpless auburn-haired girl sobbed. "I'm a good girl. I've never hurt anyone or wished ill of anyone. I don't even know what you people really want of me. All I ask is to be let alone."
"That's impossible," Marsha shrugged, her voice soft, trying to be reassuring in spite of the words coming out of her mouth.
She ran a pudgy hand across the slender form of the female teller, her palm gently, softly, smoothly caressing Adele's quivering nipples. She was pleased to see the nubs jump to attention, which meant that in spite of Adele's fear and reticence, the beautiful woman was definitely capable of being aroused.
"As for what we want of you, of course you don't know just yet," Marsha continued. "After all, if you did know, you wouldn't be so innocent, now would you? There's nothing I love more than corrupting a virtuous maiden. Don't ask me why at the moment, Adele. All I know is, I enjoy contaminating purity, and you are purity. You're an obvious virgin, and are aware of nothing when it comes to sex. Now I think the time for talk is ended. We're going to really enjoy one another."
"My God! No!" the helpless Adele wailed, her moan suddenly cut off as Marsha pressed her thick lips to hers.
Marsha's arms were around her shoulders, keeping her tightly pinned down, and when she released Adele, Charlie went to the other side of the bed and kneeled on it, pressing his hands against Adele's shoulders as he looked at her, upside-down.
Adele felt fear the like of which she had only imagined when seeing horror movies. She tried whipping her head from side to side, but Marsha succeeded in once again placing her lips on Adele's. Marsha licked the other girl's lips with her tongue, breathing hot air into Adele's oral cave, then pressed her own full body against the taut, firm breasts of the younger girl, thrilling to the way Adele's nipples raked her flesh. The solidity of the younger girl's breasts, pushing against Marsha's softer body, acting like tiny cushions, make the heavier woman feel even more aroused. These were untouched, virginal breasts, being defiled for the first time, and the knowledge she was the one performing this vitiating deed made Marsha burn with uncontrolled arousal and excitement. It had been many, many months since she had been with any kind of female, much less one this pure.
Adele did her best to get away, kicking insanely, but Marsha was lodged all too firmly between her slender thighs. She was just as aware of the hardness of the other woman's nipples as they extended and all but dug into her tender flesh. She did her best to shut her mind to his depravity being wrought on her body in spite of the heavy pressure of Charlie's hands on her shoulders. But Adele was first becoming aware of a strange heat working its way through her, a feeling totally alien and different from any she had ever previously know.
She quivered and mewled with fear as she became aware of Marsha's groin, covered as it was with thick hair, press against the sparsely furred mount between her own thighs. She squirmed in a maddening attempt to get out from under the woman, but it only served to increase and intensify the friction between them. The bristles of the older woman's pouting pelvis were now rubbing violently against the sopping division between Adele's thighs, and each time Marsha pressed down, rubbing somewhat more strongly, Adele felt another bolt of lightning charge uncontrollably through her quivering body.
Gasping, trying to suck in air, Adele opened her mouth wide, hoping to be able to breathe even a little, but all she received was a mouthful of the older woman's lancing tongue. The tongue, like that of the evil-faced Charlie, earlier, explored the hidden cavern of her mouth as if seeking some kind of hidden treasure.
Marsha changed the angle of her body the littlest bit, and that was when Adele became distinctly aware of another phenomenon. A strange wet bumpiness was rubbing the mucous membranes between her own thighs. Marsha had maneuvered her clitoris so that it was pressing against the little button belonging to Adele, and the younger female felt as if someone had unreeled a wire from somewhere within her and had plugged it into a wall socket. She was being charged with electricity. The two extended clitorises seemed to swell and reach uncontrollably toward one another, both rubbing hard, turning bright red as blood filled them, causing them to enlarge that much more.
Marsha was bucking insanely, going into mild, but uncontrolled cataclysms, as if in the throes of small epileptic fits. Her body was wildly churning and bucking against Adele's, and all the beautiful younger girl was able to do was lie there and bear with it. If she did move, all it did was increase the rousing sensations shooting through her own tremulous body.
"Mmmmmmm...superb!" Marsha said, lifting her mouth from Adele's for the moment. "I know you don't wish to admit it, my dear, but I can already feel your lovely body responding, even if it is unwillingly. Yes, you're learning to enjoy this. You won't admit it just yet, but eventually, when you open your mind to all this, you'll come to understand that what we're doing is definitely not sinful. There's nothing wrong with permitting your body to indulge itself in this utmost of thrilling physical ecstasy. The only real sin is self-denial."
"Please...please . . . " the helpless Adele whimpered, her voice a soft whisper in her hoarse throat. "Don't do these terrible things to me. They're wrong, all wrong."
"Nah," Charlie broke in. "You're the one who's got it wrong, honey," he insisted, staring straight down into her upside-down face. "All Marsha's tryin' to make you understand is the real difference between wrong and right. Wrong is denyin' yourself somethin' that feels good "when it don't hurt no one else."
"Kiss that sweet mouth, Charlie," Marsha insisted.
With his hands still holding her rounded shoulders pinned firmly to the mattress, the sneering Charlie once again lowered his evil face to that of the girl lying beneath, and once more his tongue began its journey through her open mouth. It moved as if trying to find something Marsha's mouth might have missed.
Charlie was more than pleasantly surprised to feel the initial responses of the delightful auburn-haired nineteen-year-old. He knew she would never admit it, but though her mind refused to accept what was taking place, her body was already beginning to respond in the manner Marsha had predicted.
Adele simply lay there, her eyes tightly shut, at the moment totally unaware of the way her tongue was reacting with that of Charlie. She began whispering a few Hail Marys in the hope that all this might be nothing more than a bad dream.
She shivered as she felt heatedly wet lips slither across her throat, while a flicking tongue began tantalizing her helpless flesh. She'd have pressed her chin firmly against her throat had not Charlie still had his mouth pressed to hers, keeping her head forced down against the mattress. The darting tongue on her throat seemed to flick in and out, in and out, making spotted patterns along the bones above her breasts. She wriggled and writhed as the other woman's mouth continued working its way lower. Adele was positive those lips were going to fasten themselves on at least one of her nipples, and a moment later she shuddered as the lips surrounded the extended sensitive pinkness making her wriggle and squirm all the more as hot saliva washed all over her breast.
Adele was unaware of what it felt like to have a climax. As a "good girl" she had never learned anything at all about sex, and as a result was totally unaware of orgasmic sensations. Therefore she was totally unprepared for just what it was that inundated her shuddering body from the inside coming out as the lips and tongue of the older woman continued pressuring her nipple while the woman's sodden center continued rubbing against the slick pinkness of her own pulsatingly wet womanly swamp.
Without wanting to, she discovered her mouth was sucking as wildly on Charlie's tongue as if it were a stick of sugar cane-flexible sugar cane. His hands continued holding her shoulders pinned firmly to the bed, but she was clenching her fists against the mattress. Her lower half started bucking, and as a result she lifted Marsha off the bed a little. Her sensuous response caused Marsha to react as well, making her internally quiver with a minor orgasm because of the knowledge she was getting to this lovely young woman. Aware that she was the basic reason for Adele's attainment of an orgasm filled Marsha with all kinds of delights, and the small orgasm gave way to a much larger one. It whipped through her shuddering body with the madness of a wild typhoon.
In her lifetime, Marsha had played bull-dyke with countless other women, but at the moment she knew Adele to be responding better than any of the others, considering the short time she had been subjected to the tantalizingly thrilling ordeal. Yes, there was no doubt that the girl, when she finally did come around to Marsha's way of thinking, would be better than any female she had ever previously loved. God! She had to taste every last bit of this woman.
She began sliding down slowly, using her tongue to lick tempestuously, though she did take a moment to play with Adele's other nipple first, making it swell to the same size and shape as its twin. With her lips she formed squiggly little wet patterns on Adele's flat belly, and with every passing moment Adele's resistance lessened a little more. Oh, there was definitely still a certain amount of resistance. There had to be. Adele was a religious girl, and her training was deeply ingrained. It would take time to make her shake her ridiculous convictions.
Adele was very much aware of the power in Charlie's pressing hands and so when they left her shoulders, she knew it immediately. His cruel sneer of a mouth remained plastered against her own lips. She had her hands free, and she knew she might be able to shove him away, and she might even be able to kick free of Marsha, but long before she'd be able to reach to door the two of them would be on her, dragging her back to the bed and doing this to her all over again. Better to let them complete this unholy business now and get it over with, and once their vile lusts were sated, perhaps they'd leave her alone.
Charlie's tongue continued licking through her responding mouth, twining around her own oral organ, and without thinking, she discovered her hands had reached up and were clasping the back of his head. She shivered out of control when his two hands slid forward and began gently playing with her nipples, squeezing and teasing them while his mouth continued hungrily kissing hers. That, combined with Marsha's mouth-now delving into the little cup of her navel, was making her feel more and wilder emotions than she had ever felt before. Whether they were right or wrong, they were certainly different.
She dimly recalled Marsha saying something about her inner body not being violated until she, herself begged for it. Though she was hardly able to relax, that reassurance kept her from remaining totally tense, and as a result she was able to feel even more of the thrills surging through her, unknown sensations that delighted her in spite of all the horror she had undergone.
As Charlie's tongue continued plunging in and out of her mouth, teasing her gums while his fingers built up a severe static in each of her nipples, Adele writhed. This made Marsha's hungry mouth press more firmly into her body as her lips moved lower. With a gasp Adele realized the other woman was starting to lick through her light growth of reddish-brown tendrils on her pelvis.
My God! Adele thought. What's this horrible woman going to do?
An instant later her worst fears were realized, though she still found it impossible to believe. The teasing, licking tongue was lapping against the tenderness of her tantalizing pussylips. She shuddered, trying hard to clamp her thighs shut, but Marsha's own paunchy body was keeping them pressed wide apart. The dark-haired woman's slithery tongue pressed the soft flaps of her virgin labia apart so it was able to travel the untouched pathway to her womanly garden.
A warm liquid stickiness was oozing from the depths of her burning vagina, and the lunging tongue was hungrily licking it all up. Then the heatedly arousing oral digit sliced directly into the cut between her soft labia, literally slurping loudly as it moved up and down, sucking all the juices from the pink interior of the lightly furred furrow. The knowledgeable tongue lanced and probed, pushing between the ultra-sensitive walls of her tantalized and aroused vagina, urging more and more oils from the depths. Then the tongue came sliding out and pressed against the upstanding clitoris, and Adele felt as if pure fire was now charging its way through her.
Hard, pressuring lips continually surrounded the ultra-sensitive nubbin she had never even known was attached to her body. Adele gasped as Marsha's tongue delved lower once again and sank into the tight, virginal passageway of the younger girl. When Marsha pulled her head back for a moment and breathed heavily, Adele was aware of the forced warm air being breezily exhaled into her blistering tunnel. She bounced once more as the slick oral knife sliced into her again and slurped out even more of her juices. This sent erotic messages charging wildly through her virgin body, and against her will she totally relaxed, surrendering herself to the wild, crazy sensations she was enjoying.
Once again fingers began squeezing the upstanding buds of her rubbery nipples, pressing them with just enough heat to build a new wave of wanton desire in the depths of her helplessly unknowing young body. Charlie's palms stroked her carefully upstanding little pink berries while he moved his face down so he was able to kiss her in the valley between her solid breasts. He caressed her with an experience that belied the totally evil impression he gave to everyone who looked at him, and her already aroused self was fast becoming and overheated oven of uncontrolled desire. What she was feeling were thrills she had never knows existed. Not in her wildest imagination would she have been able to conjure up such sensations.
The man's continually working tongue lapped across the tender soft flesh of her shuddering body, touching one nipple, then returning to the other, making certain each received an equal amount of attention, determining each would stand up to its full length. The whole time Adele's hands were busy of their own volition, sensuously massaging the back of his neck, almost clinging to him and tugging him down. The control of her body had shifted from her coolly calculating mind to her simmering instincts. All the switches controlling her common sense had, for the moment, been shut off. Her morals, her upbringing, her innate decency was no longer in existence for this moment. Her environment had been totally overwhelmed and her conscience had been unwittingly lulled to sleep.
Her thighs were even wider apart by now, and had she been capable of stretching them even wider apart, she would have done just that. The unnerving tongue belonging to Marsha was probing into the steaming culvert of her cunt, and it was as effective as a hot, hard penis would have been on a woman no longer a virgin. She wasn't being raped any longer. She was a willing party to this. The experience of the tongue slithering in and out of her shuddering body almost made her wish it was a male organ.
In the hidden depths of her conscious mind she became aware, for the first time, of why women had the urge to lose their virginity. No wonder so many good, religious families had lots of children. Now that she was feeling these sensations she became aware this newness was something additional in her life, something she would not be able to do without for any extended period of time. Perhaps lust wasn't quite as evil as it had been painted. After all, lust was something that might possibly lead to love. Of one thing Adele was certain, and that was, she would never be able to fall in love with a man for whom she felt no physical attraction. Nor would she be able to love a man who didn't actually hunger for her as well as love her.
All her life she had been taught that she had to suppress her emotions. She had been taught by her mother, who had been taught in turn by her mother, a woman totally subservient to the wishes of her husband and her priest. Marsha was right to a certain extent. Men made the rules, and it was all right for them to go out and enjoy themselves extra-maritally to the fullest, winking a little to each other as if it were a great joke. But it was a horrible sin, according to these same men, for any woman to do the same thing. If the woman was married, she was committing adultery. If she was single, then she was merely committing carnal sin, which was just as bad.
A whole new world of sight, sound, touch, smell, and hearing was opening up to Adele. Sin? Maybe it was a sin. But if that was the case, then how many so-called religious blue-nosed people committed similar sins and hid them? She'd seen more than one pillar of the village community walk into her bank and help to open an account for some sweet young woman, but she had simply closed her mind to it at the time. Her mind refused to dwell on anything evil.
Well if this kind of feeling was really sinful, then Adele fully intended to become a sinner. Now, as one mouth continued sucking on her peaked nipples, and another mouth licked her vagina, she had to admit she liked what she was feeling. It dawned on her just why all people, men and women a-like, who indulged in sexual play, enjoyed it. But what she still wasn't able to understand was why Marsha felt the need to make love to another woman instead of being with a man.
But this definitely was not the time for her to think of Marsha's aberrations, and the whys and wherefores of what she was doing. This was the time to simply enjoy. As promised, she was feeling no pain whatsoever. In fact, not only had they not hurt her, but they had not asked her to perform or respond in kind. For the moment she was merely the recipient of total utter pleasure.
Her thighs pressed tightly around the bloated cheeks of the heavier woman, her hot cunt aroused as never before, thrilling to the way the slurping tongue made its way in and out of her shuddering body. Marsha was eagerly sucking the flaming cup that was Adele's sopping pussy, and Adele was instantly responding to the wonderful tonguing by rotating her hips maddeningly thrusting her pubis solidly at the older woman's eagerly anxious face.
Convulsions began tightening the muscles in the depths of her twitching vagina. The feelings slowly began enlarging within her, building from that hidden recess deep within, now beginning to come to the fore, swelling to greater proportions than the feeling she had previously enjoyed.
Charlie was no longer kissing her face or her body, and his hands had released their hold on her breasts. His palm caressed her fevered, perspiring brow, seeing the glazed look in her unseeing eyes, well aware of just what it was she was about to experience.
Adele heaved her fulcrum as high as she was able, her buttocks slamming down into the mattress only to bounce right back up again, more aware than ever of the overpowering feeling about to totally absorb her. There was no way to hold it back, and the truth was, she didn't want to do so. She was breathing irregularly now, hoarse gulps coming from her choked gullet as she coughed, surrendering herself thoroughly and, for the moment, unashamedly to this oncoming, overpowering rapture. Her mouth widened as if it had been cut open, and from her voice box came a yowl of a female wildcat.
"WWWWWAAAAAAUUUUWWWWAAAAAHHH...HHHHAAAAANNNNNNGGGGHHHHH...EEEEYYYYYA-A-AAA-NNNNGGGGHHHHH...G-G-G-G-G-HHHH!" she screeched, the sound issuing from the depths of her throat sounding like some demon from hell, itself. Blast after blast of feeling charged through her quivering form, building thrills that much higher inside. Her vaginal muscles, never before subjected to such tension, began dilating and contracting at eye-blinking speed. She wriggled and churned wildly, inwardly feeling herself soaring up to the top of a high mountain. When she reached the peak, she soared straight up into the air, and then did a complete reversal, plunging straight down into the deepest abyss of totally wanton satisfaction. Her slender thighs continued bouncing wildly, slamming her firm, rubbery buttocks repeatedly into the thin mattress that lay beneath her. All the while the older woman's mouth remained tightly glued to the sumptuous swamp of her sucking pussy.
"Don't stop!" she heard a voice gasp. "FOR GOD'S SAKE, DON'T STOP...DON'T STOP...DON'T
STOP...DON'T STOP... " That was when she first realized she was the one doing the shouting.
"Oh, Sweet Jesus, what happened to me!" she whimpered, finally letting herself sink into the mattress. Her thighs fell loosely apart.
The last bit of satisfaction had been coaxed from Adele by the expert workings of Marsha's talented tongue as it continued darting, plunging and probing deeply into the center of her womanly tunnel. It licked insatiably, squeezing every last bit of feeling from her orgasmic center. Then and only then did Marsha stop.
Adele simply lay there, a washed-out rag, thoroughly incapable of moving. She was aware of her muscles relaxing little by little, melting into the bed itself, and she knew that at that moment there was nothing she would be able to do other than merely lie there and simply relax. God! It had been unbelievable!
"Charlie!" she heard a hoarse female voice croak, and when she had the strength to turn her head, she saw the heavier brunette crawling onto the bed beside her. Drool was falling from her lips, and she was panting with her exertions.
"Yes, Marsha," the ugly man responded, and turning her head the other way, Adele saw Charlie was now in the process of removing his clothes. "I'll be right there," he was telling the older woman.
Tired as she was at that moment, she was so fascinated, Adele was unable to close her eyes. She stared as the tall, nasty-faced man undressed in front of her without a qualm. When he had finally stripped to the buff, Adele was astonished at the weighty breadth and length of the penis he was sporting. It seemed impossible that any man was capable of walking around with something like that ready to knock him off balance.
Adele wasn't totally unknowing when it came to the differences between men and woman. Her parents had given her what they believed to be a good education, and that included a bit of sex education, as well. She had seen photos of Michelangelo's David, but what the statue had chiseled in front of it was a wormy looking thing compared to the monstrous bit of stiffness that stood out from between Charlie's hard-muscled thighs. It was a wonder it didn't topple him forward.
"Fuck me, now!" Marsha gasped, her heavy thighs widely spread, revealing her own pink slash as it ached to be filled with the length jutting from between Charlie's thighs.
Adele watched, fascinated, never having witnessed anything like this before. Charlie hurriedly mounted the older woman, poising his throbbing phallic head against the lips of her soaking cunt, and then, without even bothering to guide it with his hands, he plunged it straight into her. Adele listened as Marsha let a sigh of relief issue from between her lips as she accepted the full length of the unbelievable massive pole all the way into the tightness of her squishy cunt. Adele was able to see the mighty monolith as it rode in, all the way to the hilt, the sound of his balls smacking against her asscheeks.
The younger girl was aware of the way the bed began bouncing wildly as Charlie continued plunging his solid length of hosepipe into the heavy woman repeatedly, ramming it into her as if he actually hoped to drill through flesh and bone and come out the other side. In fact, from where Adele lay, it appeared to her the man was actually trying to nail her down to the mattress with the full length of his hard, heavy brad. He violently plunged into her over and over, and Adele wondered how Marsha was able to withstand such strong thrusts. She stared with awe as she saw Marsha meeting his downward stabs with an upward momentum of her own hips, their bodies slamming uncontrollably against each other in a maddeningly insane rhythm.
"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder, fuck me harder!" was all Marsha was able to murmur, her voice keeping perfect time with the way he was powering the full length of his rigid prick into her.
The black-haired woman was sighing with ecstatic pleasure, and it was obvious she was feeling elation at the way he was jamming his tree-trunk-like length into her quivering horizontal volcano. To Adele, Charlie's buttocks seemed to be vibrating with unbelievable speed as it pounded back and forth in the center of Marsha's body. The hard breadth of his throbbing cock looked to be so unbelievably long, Adele was certain the tip of it had to be reaching all the way up into Marsha's belly.
In a way it was amusing. Marsha was presently in the same position Adele had been in, earlier. She lay on her back, her buttocks bouncing against the thin mattress on the bed, straining the part her heavy thighs that much more in order to accept the full length and breadth of the man's driving penis. When she finally realized she was unable to spread her thighs any wider, Marsha changed her tactic and wrapped her heavy lower limbs tightly around Charlie's waist. She tugged firmly, pulling him into her, her heels kicking wildly into the air.
Charlie pounded his penis into her sucking center all the more solidly, ramming the rigid length deeper with every thrust. He was starting to pant now, somewhat short of breath as her thighs continued inexorably tightening around him like two pythons in the process of crushing a helpless victim to death.
"You...fuck...better...each...time...she wheezed between thrusts, her body still bouncing in continual rhythm to the way he was malloting the hard length of gristle he sported into her. Marsha was luxuriating in the way he continually nailed the organ into her.
Marsha had to admit she loved Charlie's cock. She had known quite a few men since she had divorced Roy, her husband. Roy had been a lousy lover right from the start. The fact that he was just barely able to make her come was enough to convince her there had to be other men capable of doing the job better. She tried a few of them and discovered precisely how much better they were, and that was when she had divorced her husband. After that, she had taken a whole slew of male lovers, some good, some fair, some average. Then she had met Charlie and Manny, the Delicato Brothers. Charlie was older by two years and looked to be evil, itself. Manny was in many ways just the opposite of his brother, at least in looks. Manny was a man with almost innocent features, though when it came to bedroom hi-jinks, it was difficult to tell the two brothers apart. Charlie, though evil-looking, was far better-natured than one might initially suppose. He was also well-educated in spite of his speech. His very ugliness was what had attracted Marsha to him, and since he'd found it difficult to get women into bed, he was overjoyed when Marsha actually propositioned him.
Right from the first, Marsha determined that both brothers belonged to her. Their magnificent cocks and the way they used them had her convinced they were all she would need for utter happiness. But in order to keep from losing them, she knew that now and again she would have to lure other women to them, and that was how her own lesbianism had developed. One thing she had learned was to enjoy whatever she did when it come to sex, and she enjoyed playing with women as much as playing with her two men. She actually seduced some women, women who were homosexual, and then convinced them to put out for both brothers, herself being the one to guide their cocks into the holes of the other women when the other women finally came around to begging to be fucked. But for the most part, as far as she was concerned, their cocks were reserved for her, even though she was aware of the fact that they only used her because it was difficult for them to have other women on a regular basis.
Right now she felt Charlie's cock filling her to the deepest part of her. It delighted her so much, she often took it down her throat, and now and again even let one or another of the brothers fill her rectum. Both brothers were close to three inches in overall breadth, which was astonishing since the average male penis was about an inch and five-eights around. She had never measured the lengths of their cocks, but knew she was deep enough to handle either of them in any of her three orifices.
None of them were workers in the true sense. Now and again, when finances were very low, one of them took a job for a short while, usually with the intent of finding a weak spot in the company for which they worked so they'd be able to eventually rob it. Each of the brothers was an expert when it came to working behind the appetizing counter of a food store, and as a result, more than one chain store's payroll was stolen. Marsha was an excellent secretary and receptionist, and the two brothers let her take jobs in banks or with finance companies in different states, letting her case the joint thoroughly before they went in and made a score.
Now Marsha began bouncing her chubby body all the more wildly, fucking her tight cunt all the way up, then letting the flaming tunnel swallow whole the entire length of his bludgeoning meaty cock. It slammed into her repeatedly, building her to the ultimate crisis she had been seeking. Even so, she wasn't content and tried to bring it one more quickly, but found herself unable to do so. With her heels hooked around his thighs, she clung tenaciously to him, waiting for the inevitable.
Finally it arrived, and she shrieked out her delight. But her bellows were almost drowned out by Charlie's gasps as the man finally managed to unleash a torrent of semen into her womb, filling it with the heated white glue. The huge spur of meat blasted into her again and again, setting her off so that she had a wildly uncontrollable orgasm. She almost blacked out for a few moments. Then she lay there, spent, his thick meat still inside her, but oh so comforting.
That was when Adele fell asleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
Adele was fast asleep, and the two brothers were down in the kitchen with Marsha, eating supper. They knew the combination of fright and exhaustion would keep Adele asleep in her room for the night. The three of them had finished counting up the money. It came to nearly a quarter of a million dollars, enough money to keep the three of them enjoying the Riviera for the rest of the winter and probably through the spring and summer, as well. After a job like this, they waited until the heat died down, then they got out of the state, and finally took an overseas flight to Monaco. They stayed together, not so much out of love for one another, but because they worked well together.
When they finally did reach to Riviera, they would temporarily go their separate ways with the money equally divided, each trying to line up something better for himself or herself, each always failing. Eventually they would come together again, when they were down to their last few thousand, and they would return to the U.S., but to another section of the country where they would set about planning their next caper. While they planned, they would fuck, and those were the times Marsha really liked best. The brothers enjoyed sharing her, and she loved handling the two at once. That was what Marsha referred to as Phase One of their cooperative efforts.
Phase two was taking place right now, following the actual performance of the robbery. They had taken another innocent female with them, one they could corrupt for the sheer sake of doing it. Marsha loved seeing young, innocent women turned into lecherous bitches like herself.
"She liked it," Marsha muttered, finishing her third liverwurst sandwich of the evening. After a heavy sexual bout, she ate prodigiously. "She liked it just like all those other goody-goodies liked it, and what's more she's going to go on liking it. You'll see! By tomorrow I'll have her beggin for one of you to pop her cherry, just as the others have begged you over the years."
"You really dig it when we break in another chick like her, don'tcha," Charlie noted, finishing his own sandwich.
"like it?" Marsha asked, a gleam in her eye. "No, I don't like it. I love it!"
"What the hell is it with you, anyway?" Manny asked, dusting the crumbs from his hands as he belched. "Why d'you have this thing for those sweet. innocent chicks?"
"Are you complaining?" Marsha asked. "I thought you boys loved fucking them as much as I love watching you break them in. "
"Sure we do," Charlie nodded. "But I'd just as soon have screwed any one of those women at the bank. To me, they were all good-lookin'. Why'd you pick one this one?"
'To begin with," Marsha began, "I love watching those innocent little faces turn red with lust as they get all hot and bothered. Then I enjoy listening for them beg for an orgasm and finally, I enjoy the contorted looks on their faces when they feel the pain when one of you shoves his big fat cock into one of their virgin cunts and tears their hymen apart. The surprised look of agony on their faces before they know ultimate pleasure makes me feel really good. I especially like it when Charlie does it, because it always looks like Satan, himself, desecrating some kind of heavenly angel."
"But why?" Manny insisted on knowing. "Why only virgins?"
"It's not only virgins, " Marsha insisted. "It's any woman with that wide-eyed, innocent air about her, looking as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Those are the ones I hate."
"So you do hate them then," Manny snorted.
"You'd better believe it, buster," Marsha nodded.
"Why?" Charlie pursued. "Is it because you got some kind inferiority complex, and you think maybe they can get guys easier than you?"
"No," Marsha shrugged. "Actually, it's something that happened way back when I was younger."
"Don'tcha think it's time you told us about it?" Charlie asked.
Marsha sighed, shrugged, looked at the two men, then finally nodded and said, "Sure, why not! We don't have secrets from each other, do we? I came from a poor family. I grew up pretty much like most other girls. I mean, I went to school, even college. But it was in high school that I met Vera. Vera wasn't rich, but she acted like a snob. She was slender, I was heavy. She was sexy-looking, while I was, well, what I am. She had those big brown cow eyes, and because she was putting out on the side, they guys in school were really daffy about her. Maybe I should thank Vera, because she was the one who unwittingly taught me how good it was to be with another female. You see Vera was AC-DC from the start."
"Ummmmm," Charlie nodded, realizing for the first time that Marsha did occasionally feel a pang of conscience about the way she swung with other women, even if she refused to openly admit it.
"Vera had a fetish, and it seems her fetish was fat girls. I was a fat girl, and so she would linger in the girls' shower room with me, keeping me there when all the other girls were gone, telling me how much she liked me and wanted to be my friend. I was so hard-up for friends, I let her fondle and handle me, and I learned to like it.
"Outside the shower room she remained seemingly indifferent to me. But after gym class, in the shower room, once all the other girls were gone, we began playing actively with each other. She taught me what it was like to go down on her, and one day she brought a dildo and ass-fucked me with it because I told her I had to keep my virginity intact for whomever I finally married. But I learned to love ass-fucking. When Vera saw what a kick I got out of it, she decided I should wear the dildo and fuck her two bottom holes. We would also meet on Saturday afternoons and pretend we were going to the movies. In reality we would sneak back into her house, in the basement, and we would take turns strapping on the dildo and using it on one another.
"It was while I was fucking Vera one day that one of her family maids came down to the basement, spotted us, and ran to tell Vera's parents. Naturally, her parents thought I was the one who had corrupted their daughter, and word soon got around the neighborhood that I was a homosexual who enjoyed corrupting innocent young girls. My own parents believed it and sent me to college out of the state. That was where I met Roy, and I married him in a hurry just to get away from my parents and my home town."
"So because of this one bitchy broad, you pick on all innocent girls and turn them into whores," Charlie shrugged.
'There's no such thing as an innocent girl," Marsha insisted. "You'll find innocent-looking girls, but underneath all women are corrupt, just like Vera, just like me. All I do is prove it. Do you object?"
"No," Charlie admitted. "I just wanted to know why."
"Well, now you know," Marsha snapped. "Tomorrow, the real fun begins. You first, Charlie."
CHAPTER FIVE
When Adele finally did awaken the following morning, she discovered the others were fast asleep. The house she was in was a small ranch house, with one floor and the basement. The two men were in one of the bedrooms, on separate single beds, snoring away loudly, while Marsha was in the master bedroom, in a large double bed, also asleep for the moment. Adele felt this might be her opportunity to escape.
She knew better than to try opening the doors or windows with the steel shutters covering them. The only way out of the house was the way they had come in, through the garage.
Marsha had thrown a blanket over her while she'd slept, and Adele wrapped it around her now as she barefootedly walked through the uncarpeted halls to the cellar door. It was unlocked. Opening the door, she quietly tip-toed down the cold steps, feeling the gritty floor beneath her feet. Reaching the barroom, she walked through to the other end, trying the door. It was locked. Damn! She should have known getting out of here wouldn't be easy.
She was surprised by Marsha, who suddenly appeared, smiling at her attempt to escape.
"Don't you like the house?" Marsha asked. She was wearing a white robe over her chunky figure.
"I'd like to leave," Adele insisted.
"The weekend's only begun," Marsha smiled. "We wouldn't dream of letting our house guest go so quickly. Are you hungry?"
"A little," Adele admitted.
"Well then, I think it might be a good idea if we worked up a real appetite for you. Come on, let's go to the game room."
"The game room?" Adele asked.
She led Adele down the hallway in the basement to the room at the far end. Opening the door, Adele found herself in a small room with off-white walls. In the center of the room, barely leaving enough space to walk around the ends, was a huge bed. It was three times the size of a king-sized bed.
"We found it here when we moved in," Marsha told her. "Some times I call it the game room. Some times the ball room, if you get my meaning."
"I don't understand...."
"It's where we sometimes ball when the two guys and I get together," Marsha insisted. "Here, you and I can have quite a few pleasurable hours together."
By now Adele was familiar with what Marsha considered pleasurable. In control of her senses for the moment, she blushed at the way she had responded to all that had been done to her the night before. She also realized there would be no way for her to restrain herself should Marsha choose to do the same thing again.
When Marsha reached for the blanket covering Adele, the younger woman had more sense than to resist her. True, she and Marsha were alone for the moment, but she understood the older woman was testing her to see how she would behave. So Adele permitted Marsha to remove the blanket without saying anything.
"You have such a slender, sensual, innocent body," Marsha complimented, stressing the last adjective. "It would be a shame for so lovely a body to go to waste and remain unused. I admit I want to use it, Adele, but more important is wanting you to want it. Tell me, are you repulsed by my body?"
Without waiting for Adele to comment, the heavier woman took off her bathrobe. She stood there as totally naked as the younger girl, looking like a Rubens or a Goya painting. Both men had seen something sensuous in weighty women, and they had painted them naked, making them appear every bit as seductive as the more slender women who posed for photos in the present day and age. Marsha was heavy, and her breasts were unquestionably pendulous, but there was nothing soft about her. She had a firm roundness. Her buttocks, though large, were hard. Her stomach had only a slight roundness to it in spite of all the weight Marsha carried in her rear and breasts. Her waist, though fleshy, was still definitely discernible, and not hidden under layers of loose flab.
At first, Adele was unable to understand why the older woman was showing herself off. It obviously wasn't vanity, since Marsha always wore clothing that tended to hide her figure rather than accent it. But there was a definite look in Marsha's eye that told Adele she was waiting to hear an opinion. How was she to know that Marsha believed that since Vera had been fascinated with her body all slender women had this desire to be possessed and to possess women built differently than themselves. Marsha, inwardly aroused at the sight of Adele's body, believed Adele might be stimulated by looking at hers.
Walking over to the bed, Marsha carelessly sprawled on it, face-up, with her hands and her thighs spread apart, exposing her pink labia, already moist with anticipation.
"Come!" Marsha insisted to Adele.
The auburn-haired beauty walked to the edge of the bed and stared at the opening between the fullness of Marsha's vaginal lips. It seemed to be beckoning to her. Even the dark hair ringing the halved, pouting vaginal slices seemed to be calling to her.
It's wrong, Adele thought. I mustn't do this.
In spite of herself she discovered she was drawn to the huge bed. As she came closer, she realized there was a strong deodorant scent emanating from Marsha's body. Somehow the heavy woman had taken the time to take what must have been an instant shower while Adele was here in the basement. The deodorant soap she had used had a different scent to it, like mint.
"Don't be afraid," Marsha whispered in a soft tone. "You know I won't do anything to hurt you. I merely want to touch you, to play with you, and I want to feel you touch me in return."
"But it's so unnatural," Adele insisted.
"Who is to say what's natural?" she asked. "I feel a kind of love for you at this moment, Adele. 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. I mean, let's face it, certainly you have no fear of losing your virginity with me, unless that's what you really want to take place. Then, and only then, I'd use a dildo to take it from you and believe me, even if there's no feeling in a dildo, I can be far gentler than any man, and at the same time you need not risk pregnancy."
"Dildo?" Adele asked, totally unfamiliar with the term.
"Ah yes, a girl like you wouldn't know about such things," Marsha smiled, taking her hand and drawing her down to the mattress. "I have one here in the house, and later perhaps I'll show it to you."
Her hand slowly rubbed the soft skin on Adele's arm. Her fingers touched the younger girl's shoulder, making her quiver. Marsha knew she was once again starting to arouse the girl.
Despite warnings in her brain, Adele had to admit she liked the soft way Marsha was touching her. The woman's tantalizing fingers had a way of making her tingle wherever they touched. Delightful, heady sensations of enjoyment were traveling through her tingling body, and it seemed to her every one of her nerves was being touched with raw electricity. Damn it all! She liked it! She knew it was wrong and she ought not to like it, but she did.
Marsha's gentle handling brought Adele even closer to her, and soon the younger girl was hovering directly over the supine older woman, her full small breasts dangling invitingly just above Marsha's pursed and moist lips. Marsha knew she had her, and was certain she wouldn't be moving too quickly if she began kissing Adele's nipples.
Marsha opened her mouth and let her tongue leap out. It unerringly reached for and touched the tip of Adele's right nipple. The younger female began quaking all the more certainly, realizing no matter how iniquitous this was, she was enjoying it. If she didn't do something to stop it all now, she knew she would once again be trapped by the carnality she was feeling. But as the older woman drew Adele's nipple between her lips and began sucking on it, Adele became aware that she didn't want to stop it. She lowered her torso a bit more, feeling the wae Marsha's lips tightened their hold on the little pink nubbin, sucking it in, pulling it against her palate as her tongue slurped out even further to taste her areola.
Marsha sucked very strongly, now very certain of her power over the younger girl. Yes, she had this so-called pure, seemingly innocent young thing in her clutches, and what was more, this sweet little angel was enjoying the unholy pressure of her mouth sucking on a nipple. So Marsha sucked all the harder, slavering as she savored the tender flesh of the younger female. The rich pink nipple had grown to more than an inch in length, and its thickness matched those of the aroused Marsha. This made the older woman suck even harder, her teeth biting down on the elastic flesh, enjoying the way in which she was able to chew and feel the spongy nipple spring back.
For the moment Adele was once more under Marsha's spell, sighing, her hands reaching down behind Marsha's head, her fingers interlacing in the older woman's dark hair, tugging her toward her body as she pressed her breasts into Marsha's face, almost cutting off the latter's ability to breathe. Heaven help her but she liked it, and no matter how wrong or evil it seemed, she wanted to feel more.
She squirmed as Marsha's tongue continued pressuring the fullness of the sensitively swollen nipple, sighing and gasping all at once. Her mind went back to the previous late afternoon when she remembered the way Charlie had sucked on her nipples. Yes, yesterday was definitely coming back to her more clearly now. She recalled that as much as she had initially detested Charlie, she had enjoyed the pressure of his strong, masculine mouth on her breasts as much as she was presently thrilling to the titillating tongue and lips of the woman with her now. Both feelings were different. Charlie had sucked her nipples more strongly, even using his teeth to scrape the edged sensitivity of her nippled flesh, but Marsha's mouth was strictly the use of tongue and lips, steadily nursing at her nipple the way a child might extract nourishment from a baby bottle.
'Tell me, did you like what I finally did to you last night?" Adele heard Marsha ask as she lifted her mouth from the other female's ovoid breast.
Her speaking about it made Adele recall it all very vividly. Yes, she had definitely liked it. It had been a tantalizing, arousing, fulfilling experience, totally un-like anything she had ever previously known. Now Marsha seemed to be offering her the same thing all over again.
"Oh yes," Adele nodded, sitting up.
"Well I happen to like it, too," Adele told her. "I know the feeling, and you see, Adele, if you want me to do it to you, then the time has come for you to learn to do it to me. You'll quickly discover there's just as much pleasure in doing as there is in being done to."
"I don't understand," Adele shrugged. "Just what is it you want me to do?"
"You really are a naive one," Marsha smiled. "Let's do this slowly. First I want you to kiss my breasts the way I just kissed yours."
Fire still burned in Adele, and she was sufficiently under the other woman's spell to timidly lean down and press her lips to the side of Marsha's right mammary.
"The nipple," Marsha insisted. "I want to feel your lips sucking my nipple the way I sucked yours."
"No!" Adele gasped out loud, rolling off the bed and suddenly standing up. "I can't do anything as horrible as that."
"You liked it when I did it to you," Marsha pointed out.
"But that was different," Adele gasped. "I mean, you wanted to do that to me."
"When you learn, dear girl," Marsha assured her, a wicked smile on her face, "You'll be no less eager to want to do that to me."
"But I don't want to learn to do horrible things like that," Adele insisted, stamping her foot.
"What makes you think that you're any better than I?" Marsha snapped. "Where do you come off merely allowing your cunt to be licked without licking in return?"
"I never said I was better," Adele replied, feeling shy inside. "I just said I didn't want to learn to do things like that."
"Honey, you and I had damn well better get a few things straight between us," Marsha angrily said to the younger girl. "You're going to be here all of today, all of tomorrow, and part of Monday-maybe. Just how enjoyable or painful your stay is depends on you. The fact is, the sooner you come around to my way of thinking, the easier everything is going to be, and the better you'll feel when the time comes for you to leave. Give me an argument or a hard time, and not only will I make things extremely uncomfortable for you, but you might not leave here for a much longer period of time than you'd think."
"What are you trying to tell me?" Adele asked.
"I'll say it in the simplest way I can," Marsha told her, now up on her elbows and staring at the standing figure. "Either you come here and start licking my cunt the way I did yours, OR...."
"No!" Adele screamed, and turning, she ran from the room.
Marsha stared after her, narrowing her eyes. She was about to teach the young girl a lesson she'd never forget.
CHAPTER SIX
Adele wanted to run to her room and close herself in, but there were no locks on the doors, and it would do her no good. Besides, her stomach was growling, letting her know she hadn't eaten since lunch the previous day. She didn't know what time it was, though she assumed it was still quite early in the day.
Running to the kitchen instead, she was suddenly conscious of the fact that she was totally naked when she found the two men in there, eating breakfast. She wanted to turn and run, but to do so meant going to one of the bedrooms, and if one or both men pursued her, they would rape her. Panting heavily, more frightened than ever before, she stood nakedly in front of the two men who were seated at the breakfast table.
"Sit!" Charlie said, motioning with his chin as he chewed his pancakes.
"God!" she gasped. "God help me! That woman is a monster. How can the two of you stay with her. She's so perverted. How can either of you take orders from her?"
"Hey, come on now," Charlie laughed. "She ain't all that bad, y'know. As a matter-of-fact, as long as she gets her way, she can be a very nice person."
"You mean that if she had told you to rape me last night, you would have gone ahead and done it?" Adele asked, using her hands as best she could to cover herself.
"She wouldn't ask us," Manny replied. "You see, one thing about Marsha is, she never actually forces anyone to do anything. She insists that whoever indulges in any kind of sex actually enjoy what he or she is doing. After all, she enjoys it, so why shouldn't you?"
"We were alone in the basement just now," Adele gasped. "Do you know what she wanted me to do?"
"Oh I know," Charlie nodded. "Hell! I've gone down on her thousands of times, myself. I mean, I don't know why you think it's so bad. I kinda dig it, myself."
"How in heaven's name can you enjoy touching a woman in such a filthy place with your mouth, of all things?" the terrified young woman wanted to know.
"Dirty?" Manny asked. "Now suppose you tell me, what makes you think that area is dirty? As a plain matter-of-fact, don't you always wash yourself there when you finish urinating?"
"Y-yes," she nodded.
"Well, when that area is washed, it's one of the cleanest places on the female human body. The inside is especially clean. It has to be. I mean, a man's seminal fluid contains millions of tiny sperm that can exist under only the most sterile conditions. A simple drop of tap water will kill sperm. So will saliva. So the inside of a woman's vagina is exremely clean in order for the sperm to survive."
"It's so easy for you men to use words to contradict anything I say," she told him. "The two of you and that witch are so much smarter than I am when it comes to sex."
"Hey, whoa! Now you just wait a minute!" Charlie snapped. "She told you, ain't no one gonna poke nothin' into you unless you ask for it. So you just stop bad-mouthin' us."
"You'll forgive me if I say I feel more than a little skeptical on this point."
"Hey word of honor, for whatever you think it's worth. Ain't no one gonna touch you unless you beg for it." '
"There's as much chance of that happening as a snowball surviving way down in the Devil's habitat."
"Honey, don't say things like that. Y'just don't know, f sure."
"Oh? Do you think if you fornicate in front of me again with that dreadful woman that you'll get me aroused to where I'll beg for it?"
"All I think right now is that I'd like to finish eatin' breakfast. How about you? You want breakfast?"
"Yes, please," she nodded.
Marsha came to the table in her robe and sat, as well. Manny got the pancakes and put them on everyone's plate. Then he handed the syrup to Adele. She poured a heavy amount on her pancakes and handed it to Charlie.
"No thanks," Charlie said, taking the syrup bottle and handing it to Manny. "I got enough already."
"I'll take some," Marsha said, and Manny, behind Adele's back, switched syrup bottles, handing a different one to Marsha, though it looked like the same one.
After breakfast, the four of them went to the living room. The two men sat on chairs at the far end of the room, and Marsha sat on a large chair near the sofa. That left the sofa for Adele. She sat as Marsha used a remote control unit to turn on a rented TV set. They watched the news, and there was a report about the bank holdup as well as the fact that Adele was missing. Adele ought to have felt a shiver at hearing of her own kidnapping, but instead, she was starting to feel warm. As time passed, she began to feel more than warm. She felt hot. In fact, her genital area was tingling, and it occurred to her she was beginning to feel arousal. Lust was making itself felt in her as flames began to mount in the pit between her tender thighs. Though she didn't want to, because she was still totally naked in front of the others who were dressed, she reached between her thighs with her hands, touching herself for the first time in her life. She was astonished to discover her vagina was soaking wet, and when she pressed her fingers between her labia she became even more aroused and excited.
She looked at the others, but they were all concentrating on the TV screen, none of them looking at her. Her digging fingers pressed even more solidly against her sopping vaginal orifice, and she almost jumped out of her skin when she felt the swollen extension of flesh at the apex of her inner labia. She touched it again and realized it was the spot Marsha had licked with her tongue the previous night. Lord! She wished someone would volunteer to tongue it again. She needed it, needed it badly.
With every passing moment she was becoming more aroused in spite of there being nothing to stimulate her visually or manually. Why? What was wrong with her? What was happening to her? Was that initial orgasm she'd had the previous day the cause for all this? Had she suddenly become a slave to her carnal feelings? Was this the way Marsha felt all the time? If so, she was starting to feel pity for her.
Oh, good Christ! It was starting to get worse with every passing moment. Perspiration came oozing from her every pore, drenching her skin, coating her from head to foot. The aroma of arousal was getting stronger and stronger in her quivering nostrils. She was shaking, but it definitely wasn't from fear. She no longer felt afraid of the other three people in the room. She feared nothing and no one. At this moment her mind was conjuring up pictures of Marsha lying naked on the huge bed downstairs, and she concentrated on recalling the rich vivid pinkness of the lips of Marsha's pussy. She licked her lips, thinking how she would probably like to taste Marsha down there and see if it was as good as Charlie had said.
The worst part of all this was, the sensations she was feeling were by no means limited to that fleshy nub at the top of her inner vaginal lips. Rather the sensation was running insanely through her interior, in the seething depths of her cunt-that was one of the words Charlie said she would have to use. It seethed through her.
Without having to be told, she knew there was only one cure. A tongue wouldn't be enough, now. Fingers wouldn't do the trick, either. There was only one way to assuage the seething sensations in the pit of her pussy, and that was to use the appendage attached to a man between his thighs.
Fm a virgin, she thought. I can't just up and do it! I can't just ask a man to put his...uhhhhhh...cock...into me. Before I do anything like this, I have to get married.
But even as she though this, the feeling was burning deeper and deeper inside her, making her inflamed body squirm. She was a woman on fire, in desperate need of some kind of salvation. God! Dear God! What did virginity mean at a time like this? The sensation within her was continuing to enlarge with every passing moment, and if something wasn't done about it in a hurry, she might injure herself. The one really natural device made for penetrating a woman's vagina was a penis, and she needed one. The maddening sensation made her press her hands all the more deeply into the hidden folds of her hot cunt.
Cock! That's what Charlie had called it; a cock!
"I need a cock," she whispered to herself. Dear God! Please forgive me, for I know my thoughts are terrible and sinful, yet I'm unable to help myself. Fm dying, Fm burning up. I can feel the need for his cock running into my belly, burning through me like cancer. I need a cock! God! Please! Send me a cock!
"I need a cock," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper and somewhat controlled. "I need a cock! Please, please, I need one so badly, so badly."
She was lying on the sofa, rolling from side to side, digging her fingers into her vagina as perspiration covered her lithe form, making her shine as she continued pressing the fingers of both hands into her raging pussy. Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she looked up.
There, standing around the sofa, were the three of them. They were smiling down at her, aware of her distress.
"Dear girl, whatever is the problem?" Marsha asked, her voice a study in controlled emotion.
Inside, the woman didn't know whether to laugh or to simply hurl herself at the lovely girl. The sight of Adele, helplessly rolling on the sofa, roused her to an almost uncontrollable pitch. Now, only her desire to revenge herself on this girl for running away earlier kept Marsha from leaping on her.
"P-please, oh, please...help me...oh, help me!" the gasping young girl whimpered, rolling off the sofa and falling on her knees at the other woman's feet.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Help you?" Marsha asked, a malicious smile spreading on her face. "Certainly, dear. What can I do to help you?"
"I don't know, oh, God! I don't know!" Adele wept. "Whatever it is, I can feel it inside me. It's burning me up a little at a time, and it's tearing me apart. Dear Jesus! Don't just stand there. You must know what I'm feeling. Do something!"
"What can I do?" Marsha shrugged, her voice dripping with a certain malicious venon.
"I...need...oh, God... " Adele gasped. "I need...ohhh...I need him. I need his... " she panted, pointing at Charlie.
"Use the word," Charlie insisted. "Come on, kiddo! Whaddaya need? Out with it! Say the word!"
"Cock!" Adele screamed. "I need your cock. I need it to get rid of the feeling inside me. Please...please...use it on me...do it to me...oh my God! I'm burning up!"
"Are you asking that Charlie assist you in losing your damned virginity?" Marsha poisonously sweetly asked.
"Yes, oh, yes," Adele sobbed, writhing on the sofa.
"Well, now, this is something to think about, isn't it!" Marsha taunted. "After all, we don't want Charlie accused of rape, do we? This isn't something to be rushed into."
"Oh, please, for the love of God! Don't tease me so cruelly. I'm burning up inside. I'll do anything you want, anything! I'll obey any order you give me! But if you have a heart, any kind of heart at all, you'll let the man fuck me. For the love of sweet Jesus! Let him fuck me!"
"Fuck? Did you hear that, men? She used the word 'fuck!' She's starting to grow up." Turning to Adele, Marsha said, "Anything?"
"Anything," Adele agreed, her eyes fever-bright with need.
"You'll kiss my cunt when I tell you to?"
"Yes, yes oh, dear God, yes!"
"You'll let either Charlie or Manny stick his cock not only into that snooty little twat of yours, but into your mouth if I order it, or even in that tight little asshole of yours?"
"Y-yes" Adele sobbed, out of mind in need. "You'll even let me use the dildo, the artificial penis, and fuck you myself?"
"Anythiiiiiing!" Adele wailed. "Only help me right now! I can't stand this any longer! My cunt's on fire."
"Well?" Charlie asked, himself smirking.
"Just a moment," Marsha insisted.
Walking closer to the sofa, she knelt next to it, bringing her pudgy face close to that of the hapless female bank teller.
"Right now you're burning up, on fire with need for sex," she muttered. "You'd do or say anything for relief. What about afterward? What guarantees do I have that you'll honor the promises you've been making? How can I depend on you not to change your mind and claim we forced you or made you swear under duress?"
"I swear it before God!" Adele whimpered, her eyes tightly scrunched together as tears streamed down her cheeks. "I swear it before the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost! I'll do anything you ask. I'll do it whenever you ask, if you relieve me of this."
"When we turn you loose, you'll help misdirect the police for a short while?"
"Ohhhhhh...yesssssss!" Adele sobbed.
"You gentlemen heard?" Marsha asked of Charlie and Manny.
"Loud and clear," Manny grunted, licking his lips, wishing he were the one to get first dibs on this luscious auburn-haired girl.
"Good!" Marsha smiled, removing her own robe, revealing her nakedness. "This being the case, Charlie, get to work on her."
Without another word, Charlie sneeringly undressed, leaving his clothes on the bare living room floor in a heap, once again revealing his nakedness to Adele. His body was only slightly paunchy, but otherwise had a solidity to it Manny would never have. His eyes glittering, he stared at Adele, his mouth wearing its perennial smile of malice, pleased he was about to fuck to daylights out of this little chick. He would never have openly admitted it to Marsha, but the sight of Adele's naked body the previous evening had set him all ablaze. It had been so long since he had fucked anyone other than Marsha, he felt as if his balls were made of crystal, and the constant swelling in them would make them shatter.
What made this all the more interesting was that Adele was a virgin. He hadn't dispoiled that many in his lifetime, and it felt good to know his was the first cock to invade a woman's cuntal cavern. Though every woman supposedly starts out a virgin, how many men are really fortunate enough to have a virgin in their lifetimes? It seemed as if some few fortunate men did all the deflowering, leaving the bulk of earth's two billion men to handle non-virgins the rest of their lives.
Adele lay back, realizing she was about to receive the relief for which she was longing. She found herself trembling expectantly. Her hands seemed to be locked into her tight cunt as her soft thighs closed softly about her fingers. Her solid, almost conical young girl's breasts were full and swollen, small though they were, now pointing their nipples at him like accusing fingers in their wanton heaviness, challenging him to enjoy them.
Charlie was now totally undressed, the nasty grin on his face widening. He approached the lovely auburn-haired girl, kneeling beside her on the sofa. His hands reached out and cupped the swells of her mammary convexities, massaging them lightly, his palms moving in such a way, Adele waited for him to intensify the pressure. Spears of wanton delight pierced her trembling breast as his hands rubbed her tantalizing nipples. The lovely girl sighed, shivering with a new salacity because of the tantalizing way he kept her nipples at peak hardness. Something, she didn't know what, was loose inside her, turning her into some kind of wanton demon, and that something was increasing with every passing moment, increasing the sensations building within her. Everything taking place seemed so much stronger than when she had been touched the previous afternoon. Every sensation was a new high in pleasurable feeling.
Charlie smiled a definitely knowing smile. He was fully aware of the flames burning their insatiable way through the trembling girl's helpless body. God! She had a fantastic body, all right, lovely, warm, delicate, gentle, superbly shaped, with a firm outer casing of soft flesh that had no stretch marks.
The aphrodisiac that had been in the pancake syrup used by Adele was only no beginning to really build in intensity. It meant Charlie would be able to use her body as he wished, and not only would she let him, but she would help him.
Marsha grinned to herself, then smiled at Manny, who was an interested spectator. This time, when Charlie was through with Adele, Manny would be the one to fuck Marsha.
At the moment, Marsha was seated in one of the chairs, hugging her bare knees to her full, naked breasts, She smiled a lasciviously wide smile, very pleased everything was going so well. First, the successful robbery, and now the successful seduction of another so called innocent female. Right now she would settle for watching Charlie take the cherry of the lovely girl on the sofa. If his cock was up to it, she might have him initiate her asshole, as well. Then
Manny would make Marsha happy.
By the time Marsha finally approached Adele again, probably later in the afternoon, the young girl would be more than willing to respond to Marsha's softer, gentler ways. The dregs of the drug would remain in Adele's system for at least forty-eight hours, assuring Marsha of the auburn-haired girl's cooperation for as long as they remained.
Charlie was a grinning devil, fully aware of the repression still buried deep inside the trembling young girl. He was just as aware that the aphrodisiac was slowly but surely continuing to build the wanton desire in the helpless female, and soon her instincts would totally overwhelm the last of her inhibitions. The sexuality buried in the depths of her shuddering body was now slowly surfacing for the first time, like a gigantic leviathan suddenly released from a prison at the bottom of the Pacific.
The aphrodisiac touched the helpless girl's brain as well as her tantalizing body. Her entire being was concentrating itself in becoming attached to the ugly man who was lying on the sofa beside her. She lifted herself by her elbows, stirred by the arousing sight of his naked body. His strong, well-manicured masculine hands now slid from the upstanding roundnesses of her flesh mounds, slowly running up and down the rest of her shuddering torso, inflaming her all the more in every place he managed to touch her.
Reaching for Charlie, Adele surrounded his neck with her entwining arms, her hands pressing on his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his shoulder blades, cutting into the hardness of his resisting masculine flesh. She was aware of his chest lowering itself, pressing relentlessly against the peaks of her twin towers of flesh, and she shivered as one of his small, masculine nipples massaged against one of her even more sensitive feminine nubbins.
Charlie was alive to the tingling sensations in him caused by the dragging of her fingernails across his back, slicing into him. Her hands came up and rubbed the nape of his neck, and she flung her head back, her Italian bobbed hair whipping wildly from side to side as finally lost its neatness. The way it stood out from her head made her look like some kind of wild woman, and at the moment, that was precisely the way she felt.
Charlie let his eyes linger on the exquisite whiteness of her slender arms, her supple, girlish waistline, and then his gaze traveled back up to the marvelously sloped shoulders supporting her lovely contoured breasts. Her nipples were more swollen than ever before, the pinkness turning to red as they resembled overheated coals blazing as a result of being heated by his hungry stare His eyes were those of a hungry lynx as he ached to devour her.
Here was a young girl whose body was most definitely symmetrically beautiful. Considering how young she looked, Charlie was amazed she didn't retain some of her baby fat. Her body was so sweet, so young, so virginally helpless, and in so much need of what he had to offer. God! She looked fabulous! Not one ounce of excess flesh. Charlie wasn't able to remember when he'd had a woman who looked this spectacular, if ever. There was a certain hardness to her firm shape, the result of constant exercising on her part.
Adele was all aquiver with arousal. Her fingernails were cutting all the more deeply into the man's hard flesh, trying to caress and cling to his body all at the same time.
His strong arms went around her as he held her heatedly to him, pressing her lithe nakedness to his own body, writhing against her and making her cunt squirm against the staff of his cock. His burning lips kissed her helpless throat, pressing blistering lips searingly against her white flesh. His mouth moved lower and kissed her swollen breasts, as well. like a starving flesh-eating animal his hungry mouth hurriedly covered her lovely shoulders and her neck, lightly licking while attempting to increase the beautiful girl's own inner passion well beyond its present point. Her sweet, spearmint-tasting flesh, scented with the same soap Marsh had used, made him lick her as if she were a candy cane as his fingers continued dancing over her smooth white skin, the knowing connoisseur seeking the finest parts of her tantalizing body.
His hands danced their way down the flat surface of her soft belly, pausing only once to caress the shuddering little pucker of her dimpled navel before dipping lower and entangling itself in the auburn sparseness of her curls. The lovely triangle of light public hair was no longer a distant shadow but now sweet reality to his expertly manipulating fingers. The silkiness of her pelvic hairs was a distinct pleasure to touch. Not that the wiry hairs on Marsha's pelvis actually felt like Brillo, but they were not nearly as gossamer, in no way comparing to the web-like strands covering the lovely Adele's venereal mount. Charlie was unable to remember when he had ever touched pubic hair this silken and fine. Merely feeling it caused his blood to pound maddeningly in his temples as he felt his heavy penis madly twitching in time to the pulses throbbing throughout his body.
When he finally pressed his lower body all the more firmly against that of the lovely girl, Adele found herself gasping for more as she became aware of how thick his mighty member really was. When he lifted himself to adjust his body a bit, she was able to catch a glance of it against her body, and for the first time she was able to appreciate the immense length and breadth of the organ. Her eyes glanced down at it, shuddering to think so enormous an object would shortly be forcing her virginal labia apart as it pushed into her narrow feminine interstice and sundered her hymen before ramming its way into the deepest part of her girlish chalice.
Still, Marsha had not only been able to accept such a powering prod, but she had welcomed it. Adele had seen with her own eyes how Marsha had absorbed the full length of the organ.
Before she realized what was happening, Adele became aware of Charlie surrounding her slender thighs with his hard, masculine loins, straddling her vulnerable nudity while staring down at her the way a stud stallion might ogle a prize mare. The man very slowly once again lowered himself on top of her, letting his lips kiss her sweet throat and then her breasts. Tingling static was wildly buzzing through her entire torso as the man's flat tongue licked strongly at her right nipple first, and then her left. His hungering lips kissed their way around one small breast, and then the other, savoring the girl as if she were some rare and tasty delicacy.
His tongue began licking lower, tracing wet lines across the hardness of her flat belly, licking into the sparse nest of auburn hair on her pelvic mount. Finally his face sank between her tantalizing thighs as she eagerly separated them, welcoming the pressure of his oral digit, feeling it blaze a trail through her nest of light hair as it moved down to her upstanding, vibrating clitoris, sliding over it and into the sweet stickiness of her girlish split.
Adele's fingers released Charlie's back for the moment and began pressing all the more solidly on the thick, dark hair on his head. She pushed his face deeper into the narrow valley of her engulfing sex. She twined strands of his gray hair around her fingers as she tugged his hungering tongue into the sucking depths of her tantalizingly moist, soft, womanly cleft. The madly eager needs burning through her continued to intensify to greater heights than ever, as she sought the ultimate joy while the man's seeking tongue probed for the button-like clitoris, making her youthful, inexperienced body shudder and tremble that much more as overpowering delight lanced into her from all directions at once.
Adele's hands were all but tearing at the man's head, trying to rip out his hair as she tugged on it again and again. But Charlie continued slurping the knifing lance of his tongue into her, not once breaking the spearing rhythm of the lingual organ, stabbing it as deeply into her womanly incision as he was able, stretching it so far, he thought it might be torn from his mouth by its roots by the tightly grasping pressure of her seething cuntwalls.
"Oh, dear God in heaven above!" Adele cried out. Then, in Italian, she gasped, "Gesu! Sio mio!"
She loves it, Marsha thought. Yes, she loves it even more than I had originally suspected. She's going to become a prime object of my own personal affection.
"Suck my cunt!" Adele was screaming, no longer worried about words she was using. "Suck me! Suck me! Suck my pussy! Eat every bit of it! Use that tongue and don't stop!"
Adele's slender loins were stretched as wide as possible as she strained to open them even more. There was no need for Charlie's strong hands to clamp down on them and hold them apart as the girl strained to force them even wider apart.
All the while Manny stared, drooling, knowing his own turn with her would come, either later today or tomorrow. God! She was one sexy piece, and she knew how to wildly react.
Marsha smiled to herself, inwardly laughing, knowing she had once again won on all counts. She was the kind of woman who would always win when it come to battling what she referred to as imitation purity. The so-called evil in her was merely the natural enhancement of feeling all women felt when aroused. All she had done was bring these feelings to the fore in Adele, making her aware of her true, innate sensuality. She had done this with the other women she had used with Charlie and Manny.
She glared, her eyes bright with satisfaction for the moment as Charlie's hungry mouth clamped itself tightly against the lovely girl's saturated slash. His lips and tongue tasted the tangy saltiness of uncontrolled and wanton desire as her lubricating oils all but poured from her strongly pulsating vagina. He licked swiftly, hungrily, sucking every last little drop of lubricant from her, and when he discovered she was lubricating faster than he was able to swallow he knew she was definitely ready.
Pulling his spear-like tongue back into his own mouth for the moment, Charlie lifted his drenched face from between Adele's palpitating thighs, and the young girl was very much aware of an emptiness where moments before there had been interminable tingles of utter delight. As a result, Adele almost turned into a raging animal, spurred on by the aphrodisiac now burning at full strength in her blood vessels. The fantastic thrill of what he had done with his tongue now seemed to crawl away from her like an outgoing tide.
The room's cool air tickled the wet tip of Charlie's hard and rubbery waving penis. It was coated with a heavy oiliness of his own sticky-slick secretions, making the wand of flesh glisten all the more with its own inner sheen. He began moving slowly higher on her tantalizing body, letting his penile extension rub against her lower thighs, and he felt her sigh with anticipation.
Adele wrapped her slender arms tightly around his solid frame, and when he lowered his mouth, she mashed her lips to his, tasting the flavor of her own steaming cunt coming from his mouth as his lashing tongue probed into the deepest part of her own oral cave of love. Adele clasped her slender frame that much more firmly to the body of Charlie, clinging tightly to him, aware of the strength in his hairy chest as it crushed against the roundnesses of her own breasts, pushing them back into her body. Each movement of his caused a new delight to build in the depths of her. His flat belly pressed strongly against hers and the hairs of his thighs tickled her smoothly slender white skin. Now that he was pressed against her, his thighs between hers, she slowly closed them around him, locking him against her.
Charlie gripped the lovely girl's right hand and slowly began guiding it down between their bodies, and he forced her to wrap her slender fingers around the thickness of his pulsating prick. Adele had not expected the organ to feel so hard. It was as if the man had grown some kind of bone in there.
"Hold it tightly," Charlie whispered, hungrily kissing her mouth again, using the tip of his tongue to inject more of her vaginal taste into her mouth.
She held the cock loosely for a moment, then very slowly began squeezing, enjoying to the utmost the way it quivered in her hand. She felt it trying to pull away and gripped it that much more tightly, enjoying the heavy throbbing sensations.
"W-what do I do now?" Adele asked, aching to learn more.
Yes, she was definitely an inexperienced bitch, and Marsha smirked. What a pleasure to teach them, she thought.
Kneeling to the wooden floor, Marsha moved to the head of the sofa and lightly whispered into Adele's waiting ear, "Now is the time for you to ease it into you, love." Then she hurriedly moved to where she had a close-up view of Adele's clutching hand guiding the heavy penis toward her aching hole. This was a pleasure in its purest and most enjoyable form. Next to being fucked herself, Marsha loved nothing more than to watch the innocence of another sweet-looking girl being torn out of her.
Adele was surprised at the lack of difficulty she had in finding the small, well-lubed entrance to her vagina. Though she had never known any kind of sexual contact with a man before, her pulsing little hole was quivering with anticipation, anxious to finally receive the monstrous pole she was fervidly gripping in her hand. This was the fire hose that would quench the flames of lust inside her.
"Now!" Charlie instructed. "Just go ahead and tuck the tip inside you!" His breath whispered in her ear, making her writhe, lifting her to the next plane of ecstasy.
Straining, the lovely girl pressed the wedge-shaped point of the penis into the narrow opening, feeling her labia widen a little. She shoved it against her with all the avidity of a starving lioness swallowing fresh meat. Little by little she slipped the immense and pulsing telephone pole deeper between her sucking inner lips, and they opened all the wider to ingest the rigid python. It was as if her inner flesh had fingers that beckoned the penis even more deeply into her, and once the meaty point had begun its entrance, her interior dilated even more as her membranes clung to the enjoyment of his spongy flesh. Now as he pushed, her vaginal interior enlarged to make room for the mighty mass of invading cock. The solid rod slammed forward, easing ever deeper into the unexplored confines of the bubbling strait it was invading. It was stopped very suddenly, blocked from further entry by the virginal barrier of Adele's elastic hymen. Charlie pushed his penis forward a little more, expecting an elastic yielding that would eventually snap. Instead he found the tissue, for some unexplainable reason, dry, unyielding, and tough.
He held the tip of cock solidly pressed against her hymeneal barrier for a moment, then slid back, cocking his hips to gain momentum. Taking a deep breath, he forced the mighty piston forward, intent on breaking through the restraining hymen on the first plunge.
Adele moaned, feeling a mixture of wanton need mingling with the first hints of truly agonizing pain. The pleasure had been so overpowering until now, she had ignored the hurt. But as the pleasure intensified, so did the agony until she felt she probably would be unable to feel one without the other. She shuddered with torment as his cock-head bounced off her hymeneal wall, the membrane intent on resisting.
"Do it, do it, do it!" Marsha muttered, staring, seeing no blood on the solid length of his masculine poker as it slid back, preparing itself for another head-on thrust.
This time the lunge was slow, hard, and forceful. But the man's rubbery cock-head once again met with resistance, bouncing off the barrier that was determined to resist. He drew back and rammed forward with even greater force, but it was to no avail. The hymen refused to surrender.
"No goddamn cherry's gonna get the better of me," Charlie muttered, and he began slamming his ponderous prick into the slick tunnel of the helpless girl with the power and speed of a locomotive. Again, again, again, again, and again he drove determinedly forward.
"Yyyyyaaaannnnnngggghhhhh!" the helpless girl screamed, still in agonized torment, yet somehow or other actually feeling a masochistic pleasure as the moving pump continued forcefully slamming into her.
Oh, God! There was pain the like of which she had never before imagined, but it was so totally overpowered by the rapturous enchantment of being filled with that magnificent cock as it slid back and forth in her now well-oiled womanly channel, Adele was able to bear up under the horrifying hurt.
Charlie slammed in all the harder, but in spite of his continued driving thrusts, there seemed to be no way to go deeper. His huge, solid, mucous-soaked phallus continued butting it's rubbery head solidly against a thin membrane as unyielding as any brick wall.
For the moment Adele was too frightened to move her own hips, horrified the pleasure would recede and the pain would intensify that much more. She wanted to match his movements, but now aware that if she did manage to counter his thrusts into her teeming tunnel, lifting her loins to meet his downward drives, the cherry would pop that much sooner, and the pain would finally be brought under control. The sooner the pain ended, the more intense her enjoyment would be.
Her body was awash with perspiration, and she found herself breathing in quiet gasps as Charlie, disgusted, stopped for a moment. Then he took a deep breath and slammed his mighty javelin of hard cock into her with all his strength, feeling the head move the littlest bit deeper. It beat solidly and relentlessly against the membrane. She was aware of his swinging balls continually beating at her perineum like a pair of wrecking weights
Now, at last, the membrane was first beginning to stretch somewhat. Charlie was able to feel the immovable barrier finally starting to stretch a little. He beat at it with his cock repeatedly, intent on stretching it more, His powerful prick pushed harder and harder, sinking a little deeper with every thrust. The barrier remained, but it was definitely stretching inward.
Adele was aware of it now, as well. The pleasure she was feeling was magnified all the more as the head of his throbbing cock expanded even more and rubbed her vaginal walls, massaging them, making her inner nerve ends tingle. Her resisting maidenhead caused a stinging sensation, but because the felicitous bliss was overpowering, Adele accepted the agony as a part of it all, thinking it was probably necessary for her to feel such pain every time.
The hard cock was a long, lunging lance as it stabbed even deeper into her helpless belly. It was an instrument of unrelenting pleasure as well as an engine of intrusion, and it finally built the rapture in Adele to such a high point, she was no longer able to merely lie there passively.
Now she began responding to his forward thrusts without realizing she was moving. She started lifting the center of her helpless body, countering his attacks with continuing upward thrusts on her own. Her hands were around his back very tightly, her nails digging into his flesh as she pressed him against her. She was aware of the muscles rippling in his back, moving under her pressing fingers as his loins continued powering the unrestrained length of his fleshy truncheon ever deeper into her roiling tunnel. Each spear-like thrust enlarged and thinned the tender barrier that much more, pressuring it to surrender.
Adele realized hers had been a stubborn virtue in more ways than one. It was as if some higher power had tried helping her to keep her purity, but it had failed.
Then, just like that, the sword of his cock slid through, ripping the hymen totally apart into just so many shreds. For one short instant the agony finally got through the delight the helpless girl was feeling, and then it instantly began to fade. For a brief instant her face helplessly contorted, then Marsha felt her triumph was complete. Adele's features had become a study in agony as her eyes teared and she cried for the loss of her innocence.
Then the mighty, powerful pole jammed its way into the center of her open hole, a burningly solid mass, forcing the closed-together walls of her narrow inner cunt apart like some forceful pry bar. It continued traveling deeper and deeper, and Adele felt as if a great diesel-powered engine was speeding madly through the hollow of her thrilled vaginal cell, moving so swiftly it would run right through her churning belly into her throat and eventually make her choke to death.
The narrow vaginal well of her interior began enlarging, increasing in width in order to be able to comfortably contain the entire breadth of the long, hard, straight elk horn that was goring her so deliciously. For the first time, Adele began to realize the true purpose of her vagina, and in doing so, became aware of all the flesh, tissue, and muscle inside. So now she began squeezing, contracting those inner muscles, crushing Charlie's ponderous penis within the fiery center of her tightly squeezing vaginal crusher. She was determined to enjoy all this to the utmost. Her hips were bouncing insanely against the sofa cushions as though signaling the fact that she was reaching for another of those unattainable orgasms.
Marsha stared, wide-eyed, as the two bodies on the couch continued insanely pounding against one another, flat male stomach slapping against soft, flat female belly, slamming violently against each other as if they were sex-crazed rabbits. There was no longer any hint of pain for Adele. All she knew at the moment was the purity of the sensuality she felt as the solid shank moved quickly, oiled by the heavy liquid of her lasciviousness, plus the added lubricity of his own seeping penis. All this was added to her virginal blood, coating the pounding piston and assuring her of complete inner slickness.
They gasped and sighed, letting both Manny and Marsha know how overjoyed they were in what they were feeling for the moment. Marsha was inwardly laughing. Another "Vera" had been made to pay for what she had suffered so many years earlier.
Even so, this had been one particular bitch who had proven somewhat more difficult than most of the others, though the others hadn't been that virginal. Most of them had merely looked innocent. Perhaps it was the idea that Adele was truly an innocent that caused her feelings to seethe anew. Marsha was not yet satisfied, not at all. She wanted to totally and thoroughly degrade this difficult little tramp.
How dare Adele argue with her earlier and give her a hard time? How dare she fail to kiss Marsha's cunt when that was what Marsha ached to feel?
No! Marsha wasn't through with her, not by a long shot. For now, let her-have her climax. Let her have a multitude of orgasms if she was capable of attaining them. Let her become completely addicted to sex, and when she finally walked out of here, she would no longer be thinking in terms of purity and waiting for Mr. Right.
"Fuck me!" Adele was screaming at Charlie as she moved her loins more and more rapidly. "Fuck me ha-rrderrrrr...keep on fuckinnnng meeee...damn you...damn you...II-IIII-II'M-M-M-M-MMM...COM-M-M-M-M-IIINNNN-N-N-G-G-G-G-H-HH-H!"
Come she did, completely and violently. She came so hard she almost squeezed Charlie's thrusting cock right out of her, the two of them wildly writhing and twisting on the sofa.
The huge cock had completely stopped up every bit of her inner tunnel. It completely blocked every last bit of space, touching everything inside her, reaching everywhere within her. At the moment, Adele was experiencing a climax that had twice the power of the one she had enjoyed the previous late afternoon. One, then another, then another, and yet another. The orgasms kept coming, one on top of the other, never permitting her inner feelings an opportunity to recede. She continued climaxing repeatedly, her senses completely lost. There was no right or wrong. There was no immorality when it came to sex. Nor was there evil.
There was only this feeling of rapture, and rapture was everything. This was the start of this was the finish; the be-all and the end-all; the one, the only, the sole total sum of what life was all about. It was the sublime reason for existence. This was the creation of life, the sustaining of life, and the utter completion of life.
Every fiber of her inner being was completely caught up in the overwhelming totality of the fucking she was enjoying. There seemed no end to the continuing quantity of overpowering orgasms, Charlie knew he was ready for his own orgasm. God! Was he ever ready. This virgin cunt seemed to grip his cock and massage it more strongly than anything he had ever known before. How he had managed to hold off until now was something that had him baffled. The semen was about to start its climb toward his penis when Marsha shouted, "Did you come yet, Charlie?"
"Not yet," he gasped, still violently pumping away, aching to fill her void with his sperm.
"We don't want our sweet little former virgin to become pregnant because of her indiscretions with us," Marsh insisted. "I mean, you really don't want her to have any little bastards, do you? Pull out!"
It was a difficult thing to do under the circumstances, but Charlie had become so accustomed to taking orders from Marsha, against his better judgment, he yanked his cock from the squeezing clinginess of Adele's pussy.
"What the hell am I supposed to do now?" he wanted to know, staring down at the full length of his throbbing, blood-stained penis as it waved ponderously from side to side, looking all the more like a great spar belonging on the prow of a wooden ship.
"Turn her over and shove the full length of it up her ass," Marsha muttered, maliciously smiling. "After all, she did agree she would do anything we wanted from now on."
Adele was in a paradise all her own at the moment. Her mind was completely closed to what the two of them were discussing, not caring about anything other than what she was feeling. Even the withdrawal of Charlie's hard, long cock seemed to go unnoticed for the moment by the lovely girl.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When he flipped her over onto her belly, she was still so far in another world, she never realized anything was happening until the broad knob of Charlie's cock began pressing against the even narrower opening of her asshole. It was at that moment that it occurred to her that she was face-down on the sofa, with her knees propped under her. Her mind was now aware of the powerful truncheon pressing against the tightly puckered rosebud of her crinkled anus, the solid, rounded knob pushed against the resisting ass muscles, poking and prodding, forcing the anal orifice to widen and accept it.
Adele's mind was starting to clear as the orgasm's after-effects faded away. The idea was incredible, but as she understood it, he was trying his damndest to push that barber pole-thick length of hard cock into her tiny little rectum. What was more, she knew from the way the head of his cock was opening her up, that he was going to succeed in doing just that. The penile point was edging its way into the never-before-violated rictus of her trembling rectum. Her anal hallway immediately tightened as if protesting this horrible intrusion, and Adele, despite the good feeling still tingling in her vagina, found herself shivering with an icy sensation. How did this man really expect to fit such a broad instrument into a hole as tiny as hers? It was an immense object, something she wasn't prepared to contain.
She gasped as the blunt-tipped phallic spire slid a little more deeply into her, stretching her rectal walls much the same way as he had widened her vaginal walls minutes earlier, and as a result she began squirming like a gaffed shark. Damn it all! It hurt! What was more, though there was some pleasantness at feeling the penis moving into her backyard, the pain was far more overwhelming. Hell! This just wasn't as good as taking a solidly stiff penis in the vale of her cunt. As a result, she not only struggled, but tightened her rectal tunnel, making it more difficult for Charlie.
Charlie was out of his mind with desire, and knew if he hurried things now, he would shoot in her ass, but then he would pull his cock out without giving her anything other than pain. This would make ass-fucking her the next time even more difficult.
"Relax!" he ordered, his sharp voice cracking into her consciousness like a whip. "You just take it slow and easy, and the pain'll go away and nice feelings'll come."
It took another minute before she relaxed just enough for her rectal corridor to open up a bit more, letting him shove his burning meat a bit more deeply into her. She continued her helpless wriggling, feeling more than a little discomfort, though the pain was not quite as sharp as when his cock had pounded against her hymen. Little by little he was cramming more and more of his hard pole into her crushing interior. Adele knew without asking that the man wouldn't stop until he had pushed every millimeter of that unbelievably long, thick log into her rear-end. She also knew that if he was doing this to her, he had done it to others, and as a result, she was certain she would be able to hold it all.
The thick cock was sliding into her with great ease because it was still coated with so much slimy lubrication from her cunt. It pushed itself into her without tearing her anal flesh. Little by little, what discomfort did exist slowly began turning to a mixture of sexual pleasure and an odd kind of satisfaction.
Suddenly she found herself slamming her ass back with the intent of totally engulfing the monstrous organ. A new and different thrill was building inside, and Adele suddenly understood. Somehow, in some way, she was a capable of having an orgasm in her rectum as she was in her vagina. It was a different kind of orgasm, a different kind of thrill, and she knew she was going to love it. She had never dreamed it was possible for a woman to have any kind of pleasure from something like this, and yet that was precisely what was going to happen.
Marsha watched and her brow darkened. Damn! When they fucked her in the ass, though she came by fingering her cunt, that was the only real pleasure she had ever had. It had never occurred to her that any female would enjoy being ass-fucked, especially the first time, when it was suppose to hurt like the devil. Adele was supposed to be in agony all over again. At this moment she ought to be wildly thrashing about, begging for mercy, pleading for Charlie to pull out his tree trunk-sized cock. Instead, she was gasping, aching to feel more, moving as if she very definitely wanted more. This was wrong, all wrong, damn it!
What was more, Charlie was enjoying himself immensely, as well. The girl's rectal passageway was even tighter than her squeezing cunt, and he felt her sphincter muscles gripping his pounding prick that much more closely. What was more, he was fitting it all in right up to the hilt so that his thighs were rubbing against the lovely roundnesses of her buttocks.
"COMMMMMMMilIIIINNNNNNNGGGGG-GG...AANNNNNGGGGHHH...AGGGAAA-AIIIINNN...OH-HHHHHHH...HHHHAAAANNNNNGGGGHHHHHH...HHHH!" Adel screeched, feeling thunderous thrills inundate her entire body as she continually writhed and pounded her buttocks back on the flesh rail invading her ass.
Charlie was unable to believe the way she was slamming her buttocks back against his thighs. Her rubbery asscheeks made her bounce off him, but she relentlessly hurled them back just the same. Her thrusts against him were so violent, she thought he might actually be slammed right out of her. How he managed to keep his penis locked inside her was something incomprehensible.
Her violent motion, combined with the tight way her asshole was squeezing his cock had become too much for him. Charlie felt his sperm boiling up and he knew he was going to come, and nothing Marsha might say or do would keep him form it.
Marsha was too smart to say anything, now, She knew there were times when one didn't bother a man, and this was one of them. She remained staring at the way the thick cock pounded into the narrowness of Adele's asshole, staring at the glassy-eyed stare on Charlie's face. Then he was coming, firing heavy jets of sperm into the tightness of Adele's anal causeway.
"YYYEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH...HHHHAAANNNNHHHHHH..UUUUUNNNNNNHHHHH...AAAAANNNNNNNHHHHHHH...WOWWWWAAAANNNNNNHHHHHH...AAAHHHHHHH!" Charlie bellowed as the sperm boiled out of him again and again, blasting into the narrowness of her rectum, relentlessly firing with repeated bursts, coating her interior, easing the soreness.
The hot seed was all Adele needed to give her yet another powerful climax. She came again, and then, totally out of strength, she fell forward, collapsing on the sofa.
God! She was so tired she never felt Charlie pull his cock from the sucking tightness of her ass.
CHAPTER NINE
'There's something on your mind," Manny said to Marsha, noting the smile on her face.
They had just been through a grueling fuck-session, one that had brought Marsha to three separate orgasms before Manny had finally unleashed his own hot desire in her cunt. But the smile on Marsha's face wasn't one of mere satisfaction.
"You're right," Marsha nodded, looking at the watch on her night table. It read a little after twelve-thirty. It was still early afternoon, and an idea had been running around in her head.
"I suppose you intend sharing it," Manny grunted.
He lay like a beached whale, belly-up, on the bed, totally relaxed. Having successfully completed a bank robbery and now having fucked his brains out, he was content to do nothing and relax until it was time for him to fuck Adele. His mind was not even concentrating on what Marsha was saying, but when she said it, he suddenly snapped awake.
"I think we should kidnap one more employee from that bank," was what Marsha had said to bring his attention into focus.
"I think you're out of your mind," Manny insisted.
"Not really," Marsha smiled. "The last thing they would expect is for anyone of us to show up near the bank again, today. Now there's one more innocent-looking one at the bank. Oh, I know she's no virgin. She's married, and she has that hoity-toity holier-than-thou attitude toward me. All the others think she's so sweet and charming, but as far as I'm concerned, she's someone who really needs a good lesson in all kinds of manners. So I want you to go to the shopping mall, and when the bank closes at one, wait for dear sweet Audrey, the one who sat at the desk in front of me."
"Hey, come on," Manny grunted. "You're playing a dangerous game at this point."
"Not really," she smiled. "As I recall, Audrey's husband is away at some convention-or-other, and doesn't expect to be back until the middle of the week. No one'll miss Audrey until Monday morning, when, along with Adele, she doesn't show up at the bank. Besides, Adele will need Audrey's help in getting out of here. After all, if we left Adele tied up here by herself, she would never get loose. But with Audrey, she might be able to finally work her way free and find the button in the garage that'll open the door. Then she and Audrey will be free to go back to the bank. But you, Charlie, and I will already be on a plane to Monte Carlo."
"Some day I'm going to get nailed by one of your crazy suggestions," Manny insisted.
"Not really," Marsha smiled. "Go get Audrey, then come back for lunch. I promise you a delicious lunch today."
"What are you planning?" Manny asked.
"Honey, you're going to eat some formerly virgin hair pie, and at the same time she's going to learn what it's like to eat a meaty banana-yours."
"Oh, I like that," Manny nodded.
"In fact, I may not even let her have her pussy gobbled," Marsha decided, changing her mind. "I just might settle for letting her eat me, and then eat you. She needs a lesson. like Audrey, she's too damned smart. Now, go get Audrey."
"You have a deal," Manny nodded.
CHAPTER TEN
Apprehending Audrey proved extremely simple. The stunning brunette who sat at the front desk when one entered the bank was the last one out, closing it up and handing the key to the manager that Saturday afternoon. Then she went to the delicatessen nearby for a quick lunch. Since her busband was away at a sales convention, Audrey had nothing better to do than take it easy.
Manny watched her from his parked car, and when she came out of the deli, he was waiting for her. She still had her winged hairdo, and she had just applied fresh lipstick to her full, sensuous mouth. The moment she saw Manny, she recoiled with fear. But Audrey was not the hysterical type, and she didn't turn around and start running and screaming. When she saw the butt of his piston, she knew he might shoot her if she made trouble, and so when he quietly told her to walk to the car he had stolen, a maroon Ford he would leave in the two car garage when he and the others made their exit on Monday morning, Audrey got into the car through the driver's side and slid over to the passenger's seat while Manny drove. As with Adele, he didn't give a damn if she saw where he was taking her because by the time she did manage to get free, he, his brother, and Marsha would be long gone.
He drove directly into the open garage and closed the door behind him. Then he invited Audrey to get out of the car, leading her into the house.
When Audrey saw Marsha, she still thought the latter to be a kidnap victim and asked, "Marsha, are you all right?"
"It worked like a charm," Manny said to Marsha, and Audrey realized now that Marsha was part of the gang.
"Come upstairs," Marsha told her. "You can wait in my bedroom."
"Wait for what?" Audrey wanted to know.
"Wait until I tell you for what," Marsha retorted as they climbed the steps. "Oh, by the way, I want you to remove all your clothes."
Audrey gasped, "I'll do no such thing."
"Hon, you'll either take them off, or Manny here will rip 'em from that tantalizing bod of yours."
"You wouldn't...." Audrey cried.
"I would," Manny nodded. "The basic idea of bringing you here in the first place was for some sexual fun and. games before we leave the country. Now you behave, and like Adele, you'll walk out of here safe and sound when the time comes. You give us trouble, and...well. . . . "
"I see," Audrey sighed.
Manny led her into Marsha's bedroom and said, "We're going to leave you alone, for now. Get undressed and leave your clothes outside the door. Don't worry, honey. The fun for you doesn't start for a little while. Adele came here first, so she's entitled to my action before you. We probably won't get to you until much later this afternoon. So be a good girl, strip, and relax."
He left Audrey in the bedroom and with Marsha headed for the small bedroom down the hall where Adele was being kept. When they walked into that particular room, they found Adele fresh from a shower, drying herself off. It was obvious the aphrodisiac was still affecting her. She shuddered and quivered, not wanting to admit she wanted some kind of sexual encounter, but it was obvious she wouldn't be able to hold out long. The sight of the two people in her room set her to quivering again. Marsha was still in her white robe, while Manny still wore the blue slacks and white shirt he had put on to go capture Audrey.
"How are you feeling now?" Marsha asked.
"I think you know," Adele gasped.
"Say it!" Manny insisted.
"I need Charlie again," she said to the two of them, not bothering to cover her lovely body with the towel this time.
"I'm insulted," Manny insisted. "I'm every bit as good as Charlie."
"Y-yes," Adele nodded. "I'll take you. I need you."
"No," Marsha said quietly. "Please!" Adele begged.
"No," Marsha said again. 'This time we go down to the play room, the ballroom, if you will, and you, dear girl, are about to discover the blissful joys of giving in addition to receiving."
Turning, Marsha walked out of the room, and Manny was right behind her. Adele, horrified she would receive no succor from the agonies of lust 'uilding in her shuddering body, went running after them. Her nakedness no longer disturbed her in any way. They had seen her not only naked, but being used, and she was accustomed to it by now.
She followed the pair of them down the basement stairs and into the large play room. Her heart was pounding, and she knew she had to have some kind of relief or go out of her mind."
"You're learning," Marsha smiled, undoing her sash, taking off her robe and tossing it to the side. "This time we aren't going to waste time with preliminaries. There'll be no warm-up kisses, honey. I want you between my thighs licking my cunt-right now!"
She lay on the bed and parted her full thighs and Adele began shaking as if she had an ague. She hesitated for only a brief moment, looking at Manny, and she finally said, "I'll do it."
It was obvious Marsha was now doing this to humiliate her as well as for her own enjoyment. Nevertheless, if she was to receive some kind of satisfaction, she had to play Marsha's game.
Determined not to become disgusted, the lovely auburn-haired girl began mentally fantasizing as she stared at the rich pink slash between Marsha's pudgy thighs. She saw it was some kind of artistic masterpiece rather than simply a part of a female body. Man, with all his unique talents, would never be able to create anything that good. It was an outstanding work of art.
Marsha's head was raised by three pillows behind it. She stared down between her thighs at the look on the helpless young girl's face. Inwardly she smiled, knowing she once again had this one where she wanted her. She saw Adele was starting to breathe a little more easily now, and her eyes were half-shut, opened just enough for her to see her target. She knew nothing mattered other than the rich pink opening between the other woman's thighs.
Yes, Adele thought. The female organ was so lovely, it appeared to be a thing apart from Marsha's body. This made it all the more intriguing, since thinking of it as something separated from Marsha, Adele was able to accept it more easily. The way the tiny hole opened and closed with Marsha's breathing made Adele think the pussy was beckoning to her. Yes, the sight of the hair-fringed area at the tantalizing juncture of Marsha's plump thighs was definitely having its effect on her. It was a mouth aching to be kissed, and because of the heat in her, Adele suddenly felt the urge to actually lean forward and kiss it. Yes, yes, she wanted to make oral love to the hot crack. She ached to lick it, to press her lips to it.
It was a most fascinating thing at which to look. In fact, she had no doubt that her own vagina was every bit as arousing, if not more so. Only she was built so that she was unable to look at her own vagina without a mirror. She was beginning to understand why both, Marsha and Charlie had licked her down there. They had actually enjoyed it, and now she was going to discover if she was going to enjoy it.
How did one go about correctly phrasing-putting into words-what one felt when looking at the thick, mossy growth of hair that surrounded Marsha's steaming pussy. It was a lovely, natural, shimmering mat of hair. She was unaware that the sparse hairs on her own vagina were softer and even more delightful In her mind, the hairs on Marsha's cunt were shimmering strands of dark silk.
Ah, then there was that cunt. She thought nothing of thinking the word "cunt." It seemed like a natural word, perfectly describing the vagina. It was a lovely, delicious-looking cunt. The two outer fleshy ridges seemed to shine, and the inner labia were already changing from rich pink, to magenta, and now to a deep red.
Staring more closely into Marsha's treasure trove, Adele thought of the cuntlips as flower petals, petals that hid the sweet-smelling center of a fragrant rose. The outer labia seemed almost curtain-like in their appearance, swollen, puffy, and convex, almost looking tied back. They had opened just enough for Adele to peer inside and examine the tenderly soft inner lips, both of which vibrated and shuddered, continually changing color as Marsha was obviously becoming increasingly more aroused and excited.
At the peak of those curlicued inner lips Adele saw the pink pearl she now knew to be Marsha's clitoris. By now she was fully aware of the power in the tantalizing little nodule, having felt both Charlie's and Marsha's tongue on her own man-in-the-boat. As she gazed more intently on the little bead, it seemed to grow, to swell and enlarge, and as it became bigger, it first occurred to Adele she was staring at a very tiny version of that monstrous organ she had seen attached to Charlie, earlier. Aware of how sensitive her own clitoris was, she also was suddenly cognizant of the sensitivity in a man's penis. If she was capable of feeling all those marvelously wonderful sensations coursing through her own shuddering body as a result of what Marsha's tongue had initially done to her, then a man's solid penis, so much bigger in size, interlaced with an equal quantity of nerve-endings had to be so much more sensitive, since the nerves were probably larger to match the size of the phallus.
Adele realized she was salivating. For some strange reason, she suddenly knew she wanted to go through with this enslavement and glue her mouth to the leaking slices of flesh at which she so avariciously stared. If this was depravity, then so be it! She was depraved! God! Anxiety filled her as she saw the way the other woman's throbbing cunt twitched, as if begging and pleading for oral caresses.
Adele blacked out everything else for the moment. Her mind concentrated solely on the other woman's vaginal doorway. Its very shape suggested what she had known since early this morning-since feeling the overpowering heat envelop her and begging to be fucked. The cunt was designed as the natural container for a man's hard cock. Say rather, it was designed as a natural container for any and all male cocks. No one vagina should be made for only one penis. That was the real sin. Adele was first beginning to understand what Marsha had been trying to bring across to her. In one lifetime, a vagina was capable of containing a great many cocks. She was certain Marsha had filled this lovely pink well between her thighs to overflowing with masculine meat, especially since she had those men to keep her company all the time. For the first time, Adele envied the older woman, and had Marsha known, she would have swelled with pride. Adele wad coming around to her way of thinking much more strongly than she had ever believed possible.
Staring at the luscious emptiness between the rich pink cuntal walls of Marsha's body, seeing it drip with a massive quantity of rich, albeit colorless fluids, Adele felt her tongue slithering in and out of her mouth. She wanted to reach right out and start lapping away almost instantly. The twitching labia continually contracted, spraying some of the lubrication at the lovely Adele. The aroma of inner cunt juice aroused Adele that much more. It smelled sweeter at this moment than all the perfumes of France.
Closing her eyes for the moment, guiding herself solely by her own sense of taste and sense of smell, the younger girl allowed her face to lean forward, and for a moment she pressed her oral lips to the older woman's quivering clitoris. She had prepared herself for a vile, possibly fishy taste and had prepared herself to overcome it. But to her surprise, she found the rich pink meat belonging to Marsha to be delicious.
Good God! No wonder Marsha and Charlie, and probably Manny, loved lapping away at vaginas. It was all so amazingly wonderful.
She had the narrow sliver of cylindrical flesh between her lips and she was sucking on it, whipping the sensitive little head with the flat of her tongue. Her nostrils widened as she breathed deeply, inhaling the rich essence of cunt. Erotic images were dashing around madly in her brain. She sucked strongly, tasting the swollen clitoris, completely engrossed in sucking. She was totally unaware of the way Marsha's fingers were curling in her hair, forcing her lovely face to press all the more firmly against her leaking split.
Marsha was arching her back. As a result her divided center pressed itself all the more firmly against Adele's face.
Dear God! She finally had this snobbish little religious freak not only kissing her cunt, but doing it with uncontrolled ardor. Oh yes! The girl was licking her pussy and doing one heck of a great job of it, too. Yes, this was what Marsha had wanted from this female. Total subservience! Adele was her complete slave, to do with as she pleased, and she was enjoying all this to the utmost. This was the way it had to be. All those primly proper prissy little virgins and innocent-looking ones who knew nothing about life needed this kind of initiation. This would be a far better world if everyone was able to accept sex more readily.
To Marsha, Adele's mouth, for the present, had become a pussy. Her own tiny clitoris was a penis, long, hard, erect, and now she was pumping her feminine "cock" into the narrow cunt-like mouth of the young girl, feeling the sweetly tantalizing pressure of her lips and tongue as they pressed and squeezed against her. The faster Marsha pumped her hips the more liquid oil came seeping from her interior, making her cunt that much more sodden. Gobs of fluid washed against Adele's chin and throat, making her aware Marsha's pussy was drooling, aching, begging for more of what her mouth had to offer. As a result Adele moved her mouth a bit lower, licking up some of the spilling oils.
Marsha had her first orgasm induced by Adele, a wildly overpowering thrill that shuddered insanely through her quivering form. But it wasn't enough-not by a long shot. She wanted more.
For her part, Adele was totally unaware of Marsha's orgasm in spite of the heavy spray of liquid she received directly in her face. Her mouth was now wide open, her lips no longer clamping on the clitoral bud. Her slender tongue was now lunging deep into Marsha's inner recesses.
Adele was burning up as strongly as she had been aflame earlier. She felt as if her body was being seared from top to bottom. Her cunt once again ached to be fucked, but at the moment she didn't dare remove her lips from the tasty vertical smile between Marsha's thighs. The rich fragrance emitted by the heavier woman's syrupy pussy was making her feel that much more frenzied.
Her tongue delved into the slurping depths over and over, licking, slavering, draining all the love fluid the other woman had to offer. Adele was a fast learner, and she found herself doing things of her own volition that many professional cunt-lappers wouldn't have done in a lifetime. Her lips clamped down firmly on one labium at a time, sucking the rich, pink flesh, Then she returned her attention to Marsha's upstanding clitoris.
Marsha had a second orgasm, slamming her aching pussy into the softly gentle face of the younger girl. All the while Adele inwardly thrilled to the taste and feeling of the inner labia between her lips and pressing around her small nose as the surrounding cunt hairs rubbed her forehead and chin.
Marsha's chubby thighs clamped themselves around the tiny nodding head of the younger girl, squeezing and crushing as the older woman found herself totally lost for the moment in a virtual sea of orgasmic delight. No doubt about the fact that this girl had it in her to be as natural a cuntlapper as she, Marsha. But now the time was fast approaching when Marsha wanted to see if Adele was good at sucking cock, too. As far as Marsha was concerned, a cock in a woman's mouth was a degrading thing when not performed in sixty-nine. In order for a woman to suck a man's cock, she either had to bow to the man, or she had to fall to her knees in front of the man as he stood and pumped his cock into her mouth. Either way, the woman seemed subservient, and as far as Marsha was concerned, seeing Adele completely humbled would complete her own personal pleasure.
Still, Marsha wanted one more orgasm of her own before finding out about Adele's fellating abilities. Just one more. Then she would let Adele's mouth go to work on Manny's throbbing cock while she, herself, would cram that narrow little void between Adele's thighs with one of her special dildos.
Now the licking tongue of the younger girl was really moving into high gear, licking along the entire upper wall of her leaking cunt. It was the same spot touched by a good, heavy cock; the spot other than her clitoris that always brought her to a total climax. Somehow Adele, a total novitiate at all this, had found the sensitive nerve-endings running through the roof of Marsha's vagina, and now she was furiously lapping away at it. Her tongue moved with the speed of a rattlesnake, spearing in and out with continuing mad thrusts, making Marsha writhe and wriggle all over the mattress. But even as she moved, Marsha was aware of the way Adele stayed with her. The younger girl's mouth remained locked in place, clamped to the slithery center, licking and slurping, plunging her tongue in again and again.
It was the wildest sensation with a female Marsha had ever experienced. She found the other girl's licking tongue too much for her as it delved into her vagina. This innocent and unknowing girl was doing a better job of lapping her pussy than any other person, male or female, that Marsha had ever known. It was as if Adele had actually been born to do this, and only her foolish religious repressions had kept her from realizing this until Marsha had come along to free her.
Marsha was inwardly rising to new heights now, well aware of the feeling of all-important orgasm continually building in the crush of her shimmering interior, making her inner well throb to the point where she felt her body bloated with overpowering sensation. Internally, she felt herself getting larger and larger, and then, all of a sudden, just like that, she inwardly burst. But when she burst the feeling was not one of emptiness, but rather an overpowering torrent of sensational furor. She felt as if her entire interior had exploded and then reversed itself, imploding immediately after. The force of the powerful explosion hoisted her from the bed and slammed her right back down again with Adele's face still buried in the feminine flue between her thighs.
"AAAAAIIIIIIYYYYYYYEEEEEAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHAAANNNNNNNGGGHHHHUUUUUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHAAARRRRRGGHHHHHHUUUUUUWWWWAAAAAUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHH!" she yelled, turning and twisting. Finally, she shouted, "NO MORE! NO MORE! I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!"
With her hands gripping Adele's hair, she tugged the young girl's eager mouth from the over-sensitivity of her cunt. She hurled Adele off to the side. Then she clamped her thighs together, actually afraid the young girl might make some kind of effort to force her face back in.
"Now me!" Adele was pleading, herself ablaze with lust. "Now me! You promised me if I did everything you wanted me to do, you'd keep me satisfied."
"But you haven't quite done everything I want you to do for the moment," Marsha insisted, panting heavily from her own experience. "No, dear girl, there are still a few minor things to be taken care of."
"For the love of heaven," Adele screamed. "What more do you want of me? I've done everything you've asked me to do. I'll do anything more, afterward, but you have to do something for me. I'm going mad. Please, don't leave me like this!"
"I have no intention of leaving you dissatisfied," Marsha smiled. "Still, there are a few things I want you to do, now."
"Tell me already," Adele pleaded. "Tell me, let me do them so I can feel some satisfaction, too."
"Take a good look at Manny's cock," Marsha said, pointing to the now-naked Manny whose huge organ had enlarged to its full size because of what he had witnessed between the two women.
"Yes, yes, I see it," Adele nodded. "It's as nice as Charlie's. If it isn't quite as long, it looks a little thicker, and I'd love to have it buried between my legs."
"I have something else I intend burying between those lovely thighs," Marsha smiled. "While I stuff it into you, you have to fill your mouth with every last bit of Manny's cock."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
For a moment Adele froze, aghast at the suggestion. The idea horrified her. The last thing she wanted was to choke to death on a huge meat bone like that.
"I'll strangle," she whimpered finally.
"Not if you do it correctly," Marsha told her. "I have a hunch even if I didn't tell you what to do, you'd somehow or other manage to do it correctly. All you have to do is relax your throat muscles, and you'll be able to swallow the full length of it, taking it right into your gullet. You'll get used to it, and believe me, you'll love it every bit as much as you loved licking my cunt, just now. The discomfort only lasts until your gullet adjusts. You go ahead and do it properly and, as a reward, I'll give you this, shoved all the way into the hot oven of your tasty cunt."
This referred to the huge dildo Marsha was holding. She had gotten off the bed and had pulled out a long cardboard box from beneath it. From within, she extracted a dildo that was longer than Charlie's cock and thicker than Manny's.
Adele stared at the instrument with disbelief written on her face. Finally she gasped and said, "I'll never be able to fit all of that inside me."
"You'd be surprised at how much of it you'll be able to take," Marsha assured her. "Don't worry, I'm not going to puncture anything inside you. You'll love every inch of it."
"Don't do this to me, just let him fuck me with his cock," Adele begged, pointing to Manny. The smears of Marsha's cunt juices on her face made her lips shine.
"You made a promise," Marsha coldly insisted, delighted when she saw the other girl licking her lips, enjoying the oily seepage from her pussy. Before this day was over, Adele was going to learn to do a lot of things. But then, so would Audrey. Marsha was certain that even though Audrey was married, hers was straight missionary sex whenever she did indulge. Both women were going to learn of the glories of total sexual enjoyment, whether with a man or a woman.
Adele realized she had no choice but to obey Marsha. When Marsha pointed to the wooden floor, Adele fell to her knees there, her face directly in front of Manny's groin. Though she was frightened at the idea of taking something so massive into her esophagus, she knew it was the only way she would be able to find some fulfillment of her own. The caging heat inside her made her very much aware of just how much fulfillment she needed. As a result, she became extremely attentive to what she was doing.
Reaching out, she allowed her palm to come up under the dangling weights of his heavy balls, cupping the wrinkled flesh of his scrotum, and the moment she touched it, sensual thrills went wildly shuddering through her quivering body. She was fast becoming as enamored of the penis as she had been of Marsha's cunt. Her eyes remained raptly locked on the huge length of cock, hypnotized by it, a helpless bird before a snake, only this time the bird would swallow the snake, not the other way around.
Manny was five-feet nine-inches tall, with a somewhat paunchy belly and chest. He had wide shoulders, and at the moment he was standing straight and firm before her, his legs firm towers of support. But his cock was the masterpiece on his body, far outshining the rest of him. It was something no Rodin or Cellini would have been able to properly capture in a statue.
Yes, now that she was looking at it this closely, Adele had to admit the cock was a beautiful instrument, and Manny seemed to have an exceptionally well-shaped cock.
Yesterday at this time she would have been frightened out of her mind at the thought of merely looking at a naked instrument like this. Now here she was, about to swallow it. Yes, somehow, in some way, she was going to take the entire length into her mouth, and, if necessary, push it down her throat, as well.
Dear Christ! It was a superb instrument, a marvelously erect, proud, swollen solid, the top a flesh helmet that shone a bright purple. The shank was almost white, throbbing, shimmering, vibrating with life. As thick as the bole was, she was still able to see with vivid clarity the outlines of the various blood vessels tracing their way around it. The lubrication coating the swollen head made it shine as if it had been varnished.
Leaning forward, impelled to do so by the heat invading her mind and her body, she tentatively put out her tongue and began picking the shining fluid from the tip. The touch of her oral organ made his cock jump. Her wet tongue ran over the rich purple head again and again, moving in ever smaller circles until the point of her tongue came to rest against the tiny slit in the head of his throbbing penis. As if she had done this all her life, Adele proceeded to let her tongue flick in and out of the tiny hole, causing him to unleash more masculine lubrication, and as a result swallowing up more of the juices emitted.
Manny, nervous at allowing an uneducated mouth on his cock, was totally unprepared for the excellent way she started licking his penile flesh. As a result, he felt lust in him building that much more swiftly. Jesus! She was good, really good. Marsha, who had done this with expertise all her life, would have a hard time keeping up with this delightful mouth.
"Manny was feeling ecstatic torment. He had been completely unprepared for such natural ability, and as a result, he began sighing uncontrollably, the sounds coming from him sounding like a death rattle.
Jesus! The chick was unreal. Her mouth was un-like that of any female he had ever known. Christ! Imagine if she had ever gone into business, wanting to make a living this way. She was so good, she'd be able to get away with charging a hundred dollars a blowjob, and men would line up for miles around with the money in their hands.
However, Adele found she was able to poke the tip of her tongue just so far into the tiny penile slip. The eye, after all, was not only small, bur extremely narrow. Yet there was plenty of meat belonging to the surface of the purple penile head, and now her tongue was darting along the sensitive flesh until the purple knob became even more mottled. Storm clouds seemed to be forming in the depths of the swollen cock, and both Manny and Adele were aware that it wouldn't be much longer before Manny unleashed a deluge of sperm.
The strong, fleshy pole throbbed ever more strongly as his balls swelled and his scrotum tightened, lifting away from her palm toward his body. A quivering within began to heighten. It was a feeling over which Manny had no control. He was panting heavily, matching the faster beating of his pounding heart. Ridiculous as it seemed, the tension in him was building so strongly, he became afraid. He wanted to scream, thinking perhaps a loud shout might ease the tension inside him. But at that point the man wasn't even able to whisper. He was incapable of making any kind of guttural sound.
Every last little bit of his strength was settling into his stiffly throbbing cock. His balls were starting to work overtime, manufacturing billions of little sperm, and his prostate was working at top speed, creating more gallons of heavy cream in which the sperm would ride out of his cock.
Adele was the kind of cocksucker every man dreams of knowing at least once in a lifetime, but somehow or other never really seems to find. No matter who good the women are, a man knows they're nothing when compared to someone like Adele, when he finally encounters such a person. Now, for the first time, Manny was starting to understand what it felt like to really have his cock sucked by a woman born to it. For though Adele had never done this before, it came more naturally to her than flying did to a bird. She was even better at this than she had been at cunt-lapping, and Marsha would have been willing to swear that Adele was the best cuntlapper she had ever know. In fact, she was probably the best cunt-lapping female in the world. So too, was she the best cocksucker in the world. Not that Manny had tested every other female in the world, but he'd had his share especially since he and Charlie had become friendly with Marsha, and Marsha was the only one who even came close to this sweet, formerly pure and innocent ex-virginal woman.
Adele's lips now clamped tightly around the head, ringing the corona with fantastic sucking force. At the same time her tongue, like a barnacle, clung to the underside of Manny's monolithic monument, she applied unbelievable sucking force as she pulled as much of the organ into her mouth as she was capable of containing. Her tongue rubbed solidly against the bottom of the throbbing penis, and this made Manny quiver even more. Then, as instructed, she relaxed her throat muscles, and little by little, felt the monstrous length of fleshy boa constrictor slowly inching into the narrow stricture of her esophagus. Slowly she pushed her head forward, and little by little the penis pushed in deeper, deeper, deeper, until she realized she soon did have the entire organ buried in the depths of her clutching throat. Then she did something for Manny that not even Marsha had done-that almost no woman had ever done for any man. She opened her mouth even wider, almost dislocating her jaw as her lips felt the scrubby hairs on his pelvis massaging them. Her tongue slipped lower and actually scooped the weighty sac of his testicles into her mouth as well.
Her hands were tightly clutching the full cheeks of his ass, forcing his pelvis that much more solidly against her face. Finally, when the man thought she intended swallowing his entire groin, she relaxed her hold and eased away just a little bit, letting his balls and half the length of his monstrous cock out before once again ramming her head forward and swallowing everything down all over again.
Any other novice would never have believed what she was doing was humanly possible. An experienced cocksucker would have sold her right breast to possess such natural ability. Adele's natural oral doings were unbounded and beyond belief. She felt not the least little bit of guilt, nor was there any sense of shame in what she was doing. She was fully aware Manny had a full load of cream just waiting to be unleashed, and though she had never done it before, she was determined to swallow down every drop she was able to coax from him. Nothing would be lost. At that point, the burning semen was the most important object of her entire life.
Marsha stared at the young girl, her eyes wide with wonder. She had strapped on the dildo, intending to fuck the tight little pussy of Adele from the rear while Adele continued sucking on the swollen pillar of Manny penis. But she decided this was a spectacle not to be missed. She had to watch the whole thing.
Manny had developed a whole new set of contorted features. His face twisted and became lined with every different expression humanly possible. At first he reflected agony, then rapture, then sorrow, then delight, then pain, then ecstasy. The way Adele's mouth continually sucked his weighty balls in, left no doubt the man was feeling some kind of excruciation. The only way for the pain to come to an end was to have Manny finally shoot his load.
It was obvious the man was no longer concentrating on anything of anyone. His awareness was locked solely on the way the lovely young girl was sucking. He thrilled to her wide-open mouth as her taut lips continually traversed back and forth along the length of his steaming cock. Saliva was dribbling from her mouth, trickling over his testicles and running down onto his thighs as he stood there, rooted to the spot, incapable of moving. Some of her sputum fell onto her own knees, and taking a hand from the man's flat, harry asscheeks, she rubbed her saliva into her own aching pussy, trying to ease the torment in her own body.
Massaging her cunt merely made her speed up the movement of her bobbing head, and as a result, intensified the friction around Manny's shuddering cock. The man was no longer able to contain himself, and he began firing great gouts down her throat, as be bellowed out loud, "WWWWHHHHHAAAAUUUUUURRRRGGGGHHHHAANNGGGGHHHHHHHAAAGGGHHHHHHUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHAAAGGGHHHAAANNNGGGGHHHHUUUUGGGHHHHH!"
The cream was burning hot as it came spilling down her esophagus. The boiling, bubbling fluid spattered into the depths of her quaking belly, coating her throat at the same time. Gusher after gusher continually erupted heavily down the young girl's eager pharynx as she anxiously quested for more. All the while her finger was rubbing her clitoris, as if feeling some vague connection between nerve-endings in her throat and the little pink pellet between her inner labia. Her own oils were pouring heavily from between her cuntlips, and she was massaging that fluid into her, as well.
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An orgasm finally erupted in her, but not in her cunt. It was actually in her throat, and she choked out, "GGGGGGHHHHHHHHUUUUCCCHHHHHRRRRGGHHHHHHAAAAACHHHHHHNNNNNGGHHHHUUUURRRRCCCCHHHHHH!" as the liquid avalanche kept tumbling down her gullet. She sucked as if her life depended on it. Even as the penis began shriveling she continued sucking. Now she was more easily able to savor the meatiness of his heavy, wrinkled scrotum. No longer preparing to release a weighty load, the balls relaxed in their container of skin, falling into her eager and anxious mouth.
Manny reached down and tangled his hands in her auburn hair, unable to maintain his balance. He almost toppled over, and only her oral grip on his shrunken penis seemed to hold him upright. Had he fallen at that moment, it was possible she might has castrated him with her teeth, taking off his balls as well as his cock as she continued to strongly vacuum every little drop of sperm from his now-reduced penis.
Finally it was all over. The man eased the length of his limp and dangling cock from the hungrily leeching mouth of the lovely young girl. He collapsed on the floor.
"Now," Adele whimpered, almost sobbing with inner anguish, for the small orgasm she'd felt was only a mild respite, and she knew she needed more. "Now, Marsha, you have to keep your promise."
"Yes," Marsha nodded, stunned out of her mind by the young girl's unbelievable performance. "Now I'll keep my promise."
She had the huge cock-like piece of hard rubber strapped perfectly in place between her own womanly thighs. It stood out just like a man's jutting penis, creating the impression Marsha had grown a cock.
When Adele came to her and reached out, grabbing the dildo with her right hand, she was surprised at the weight of it. It was definitely heavier than a man's penis. But it lacked the inner heat of a good cock. Still, that was all it lacked. It was so much like the real thing in every other respect, she knew she had to feel it inside her.
Rising, she fell back onto the huge mattress in the room, pulling Marsha by the dildo. When Marsha's knees struck against the mattress, pulling her off-balance, Adele tugged the dildo forward, placing it against her heavily creaming, aching fiery slit. She had been waiting overly long for this, and now she intended relishing every moment of it.
Her entire inner vaginal canal was a mass of liquid. She stuffed, feeling the gigantic breadth of the artificial cock widen her helpless vaginal interior as Marsha, now balanced on her knees, pushed forward. God! Adele felt as if she were being deflowered all over again. The thick length of rubber being rammed into her made her gasp out a, "Gggg nnnnn hhhhhhh!"
Marsha pressed it more and more firmly into Adele, shoving it in until the head finally touched the sensitive back wall. The thick unreal cock was totally blocking the entire interior of the hapless, helpless, beautiful Adele.
Marsha knew the artificial cock was in as far as possible. She was preparing to tug it back and work it in and out, when Adele's legs clamped tightly around the older woman, holding the dildo to its full length inside her. The younger girl began screaming, "AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYEEEEEEAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH-HHHHHHHHUUUUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHH...GGGGGHHHHHHHHAAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHH...EEEEYYYYYYAAAGGGGGHHHHH....UUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!"
The mere entry of the dildo was all that had been needed. It triggered off a series of multiple orgasms in the panting young girl.
Marsha, not content with Adele having her many orgasms, began giving her some insistent hip action, and on top of the group of multiple orgasms she was already receiving, Adele began coming again, one wave of crises following on another. Her body wildly jerked and twitched in the throes of uncontrollable spasms, and just when it seemed the wave of overpowering feeling was passing, another series of sensations overtook her and gripped her.
Adele's hips were moving even faster than Marsha's, allowing her aroused vagina, filled as it was with shivering thrills, to run up and down along the artificial penis, wild with trembling excitement. There was no control left in her. She was coming so quickly now, one climax blended into another, making it seem like a single, long-lasting orgasm.
"Fuck more!" Adele gasped, lying weakly back, unable to move any longer, wanting Marsha to do the work.
"No more for now," Marsha insisted, withdrawing the dildo. "I have more fun things planned for later on.
CHAPTER TWELVE
While Adele lay in the bed in the play room, resting a little, Marsha slipped on her robe and went back upstairs with Manny. Between them, they found Charlie eating a snack in the kitchen. They joined him, then Marsha said, "I think it time we do something with our other guest. Have you seen her yet, Charlie?"
"No," Charlie shrugged. "I was restin' until a few minutes ago. Where've y' got her?"
"In the master bedroom at present," Marsha replied.
"Well, that room was dark when I came outta the other bedroom," Charlie told her. "Maybe she's shy."
"With all the windows boarded up, no light would come in from outside," Marsha nodded. "I'm so used to the lights being on in the house, it didn't occur to me anyone would turn them off. Manny, you brought her here. Would you like to do first honors?"
"I don't have the strength," Manny replies. "Not after what that chick did to me. Hell! Charlie, I'm telling you, she has a mouth on her that'd suck to hell and gone."
"I'll have to give 'er a try," Charlie smiled. "But I'll admit to being a little horny, right now. Okay with you if I take on the new dame you brought in?"
"I guess," Manny nodded.
The three of them left the kitchen and walked down the small hallway to the master bedroom at the end on the left. The door was open.
Marsha walked in first, snapping on the light. Audrey was there, all right, totally naked, but under the bedcovers. Knowing there was nothing she'd be able to do, she had simply fallen asleep. The switching on of the light awakened her.
"Charlie," Marsha said, gesturing toward Audrey.
"What is it?" Audrey gasped, watching Charlie starting to undress.
"It's time for you to become part of our little fun group," Marsha insisted. "I'm leaving you in the capable hands of Charlie. Manny and I will just stand around and watch."
Audrey gathered the cover on the bed around her body, and Charlie, in no mood to go slowly or take his time, tore the cover from her grasp, revealing her nakedness. She had a nice shape to her. Maybe she wasn't as young as Adele, but she was built along slightly fuller lines. To begin with, she had bigger breasts. Her waist was almost as narrow as that of the auburn-haired girl. Her pubic mound was sprinkled with black hairs that didn't in any way hide the rich pinkness of the valley between her thighs.
"Come on, baby," Charlie smiled. "You and I are gonna fuck!"
Audrey had expected this, but it was the way Charlie phrased everything rather than the actual meaning of his words that frightened her the most. She froze as he suddenly hurled himself on top of her, pinning her lithely helpless form to the bed. She didn't doubt for a minute that he intended doing it to her, but she had hoped there would be less violence involved.
Charlie, for his part, had felt he'd been too gentle with Adele. Now, with Audrey, he intended letting loose and really enjoying himself. He loved it when the women struggled.
All this seemed odd to Audrey. The man wanted sex with her, and sex, to her, had always been a fun thing with her husband. Yet this man seemed intent on hurting her, forcing her, so-to-speak, and forcing wasn't any fun. He was creating two feelings in her at once.
Being intelligent enough to accept the fact that he was going to stick her with his codpiece, Audrey also accepted the idea that the path of least resistance would, in the long run, be best. Oddly enough, seeing a naked man other than her husband after all these years did excite her, and though under ordinary circumstances she would never have dreamed of cheating on her husband, the fact that these people intended raping her was enough to allow her to enjoy the body of another man. She remained perfectly still, waiting as Charlie yanked her naked body closer to his, building arousal in her merely from close contact.
Charlie always felt a strong sense of power when attacking a new woman about whom he didn't give a damn. Oddly enough, he had liked Adele, and that was why he had not actually raped her. Besides, as Marsha had pointed out, seduction in Adele's case was better than rape. So the three of them had assured Adele they wouldn't rape her, and they hadn't. They had doctored her pancake syrup with an aphrodisiac, and as a result she had begged to be fucked. But with this one, well hell, this one was a different story. She was married and used to cock. There was nothing wrong with a little rape here.
Charlie's heart was pounding, his muscles jerking excitedly, his long thick penis growing harder than he thought possible. He was going to fuck her snooty little cunt. Oh, yes, she was a snooty one, all right, He remembered the way she had behaved in the bank. He was going to jam his cock all the way into her pussy and enjoy himself to the utmost.
Lifting himself over her, his hands pinning her shoulders to the bed, Charlie feasted his eyes on Audrey's sensual nakedness. Her round, full breasts were perfectly shaped, and she was breathing heavily, a bit afraid, the light-tan crowns of her nipples puckering and starting to swell. The hairs on his chest were brushing those nipples, titillating them, arousing them.
Audrey was aware of a strange, almost lurid delight at the idea of being raped by a stranger. She didn't want to admit it, but she was inwardly thrilled at the idea. But she dared not respond to such a way as to let the man know she would enjoy what he was doing to her. It would not only change the whole tone of it for her, but it would make him change is own tactics.
She was aware of Charlie's eyes burning into her nakedness, as though seeing a nude woman were a new experience for him. He grabbed her legs and spread them wide apart, staring lasciviously between them. Audrey was unable to resist. As she lay in the subservient position, he stared at her nakedly spread cunt with blatant lust all over his face. His massively erect phallus was only scant inches away from her tight vagina, the tip pointing directly at the pinkness surrounded by dark curls. He pushed his knees closer to her, forcing her slender thighs even more widely apart.
The light from the nearby lamp penetrated between his legs to shine directly on Audrey's obscenely exposed cunt, and he was able to see the thin narrow opening into it-the pinkly wet flesh surrounding the opening, covered with glistening layers of oily moisture that clung like drops of heavy dew to the soft, dark, vaginal curls.
Audrey was panting heavily, excited, knowing this would be the first penis other than the one belonging to her husband that she would feel inside her. Though she adored her husband, Audrey knew him to be a very gentle person. He had never forced himself on her in any way. So she was enjoying Charlie's domination of her, and this domination was something irresistible. She knew any arguments would be useless, which made it all the more exciting. She was thrilled by his sudden demands, arousing in her a bizarre kind of tingling her husband had never been able to bring to her.
She ought to have been angry because of what was happening to her, but she wasn't. She ought to have been afraid, and she wasn't. She realized she was being rudely awakened to the fact that she liked a little excitement now and again, too.
But she also knew she had to pretend she was afraid, and she had to put up and show of resistance, or else he might indeed do something unpleasant and really frighten her. Audrey didn't see any problem in pretense.
She was abruptly aware of a lascivious kind of desperate energy radiating from Charlie as his hands seemed to slide all over her nakedly exposed body with vibrating swiftness. Initially she had been more worried about possible brutality, but she inwardly relaxed when she realized from the grip his hand had on her breast that he had no intention of really harming her. Then his mouth closed over her nipple, sucking harder than her husband ever did, yet not hurting her, and Audrey felt thrills charge pell-mell through her shuddering frame. She felt as if he were swallowing her alive, consuming her as his hot, wet tongue rolled around and around the tan flesh of her tantalizing nipple and his teeth nipped at the spiked-out tip, sending thrilling spasms of lascivious passion rippling headedly through her tensed-up body. The obscenely rippling pleasure was delightful for her.
"Please...oh please...don't hurt me ....don't hurt me...." she gasped, hoping they believed she appeared frightened, though inwardly she was becoming more and more aroused with every passing second. She knew her pleas would make Charlie enjoy everything that much more.
The sensual, ugly man was merely sampling a bit of what he intended enjoying all the more fully in a short while. He was going to fuck her solidly, hard and straight, ramming his lust-bloated cock into the tightness of her squirming little cunt until she begged and pleaded to feel his heated sperm burst forth and fill her tight pussy.
"N-o-o-o-o-o-o...don't do this...don't... . don't...don't... " Audrey begged, knowing it was what he wanted to hear.
He sucked on her breast as if intent on pulling it inside-out. His sharp-edged teeth nipped greedily on the bullet-shaped nipple, leaving tiny bloodless marks as a symbol of his demanding lust. She was pinned helplessly beneath his powerful masculine body. Her movement was restricted, and though she tried squirming a little to make her rape seem more exciting and real, she was unable to twist out from beneath the man. Her thighs were forced wide apart by the pressure of his knobby knees, her naked cunt wide open and vulnerable to his assault. She was aware of the incredible stiffness of his pulsating phallus as it pressed against her inner thigh like a hotly menacing pole of meat, ready to impale her on its steamy length.
Charlie paid no attention to her protesting cries, unaware she was pretending. He refused to pay attention to anything other than her cunt.
Running his hand between the satin-smooth pillars of her lush thighs, he touched the silkiness of her sparse public hair, working a finger into the softly wet folds of her heatedly pulsating vagina, preparing the tight little receptacle for the coming hardness of his solid cock. The heated flesh was deliciously wet, and inhaling it, he noted she was careful about how clean she kept herself. He slid his middle finger all the way into her softly sensitive depths.
He sucked voraciously on her voluptuously quivering breast again, and at the same time continued fingering the hot, fleshy softness of her vagina, feeling her struggles subsiding a little as her forefinger now joined its longer companion in the depths of her vaginal mouth.
"Uuuuuu nnnnn ggggg hhhhhh... . .oh hh-hh-h-hh
. . . no...please...don't... " Audrey gasped, making her protests sound as real as possible so he wouldn't stop this delightfully debasing assault on her body.
"You shut up!" Charlie yelled, and tugging his fingers from her cunt, whipped her over onto her belly.
Momentarily stunned by the quick way he had revolved her, Audrey didn't resist when the man jerked her to her knees in an animal-like kneeling position. She was still shaken by the throbbing heat filling her quivering body.
Charlie moved behind her, between her nakedly parted inner thighs, forcing her to spread her knees even wider apart. Now he had total access to her passion-drenched loins. Her warm-fleshed buttocks were every bit as enticing as Adele's, and he ran his hands hungrily down over the slope of her back, then under her ribs to once more cup the fullness of her breasts.
Feeling the soft warmth of her large twin mammaries, he squeezed and massaged them for a long, pleasurable moment, but an impatient twitch he was feeling in the rigidity of his phallus reminded him the time had come for him to bury the lance of flesh in the narrow tightness of her womanly gorge.
Placing his thumbs into the tight, sloping curve of the shadowy dividing crevice, he spread the moon-shaped cheeks of her ass apart.
"Oooooooo hhh-h-h-h-h...pleeeeee aaaaaa se... " Audrey gasped, not used to this position, wondering just what it was the man intended doing to her. Her husband had always used the missionary man-on-top position, and she had always been content with it. This animal-like position frightened her.
Charlie was able to see the pretty brown pucker of her anus as it winked in the lamplight. Looking at it excited him to fever pitch. He pressed his hard cock between Audrey's thighs, aiming it at her hot little cunt.
Gripping her ass cheeks all the more tightly for leverage, he snapped, "Take my cock and shove it into your cunt, honey! Do it, now!"
He was enjoying himself, and he had to admit she was an exciting woman. Charlie was finding it difficult to keep his cock from spurting its seed into the air. Jesus! She was the third woman in less than twenty-four hours. He wasn't able to remember when he'd had that many women in so short a period of time.
Audrey's fingers wrapped themselves hesitantly around his thickly pulsating shaft, and she was aware of the fact that it was both, longer and thicker than anything sported by her husband. He arched his hips forward to help her guide the penile length between her wetly waiting vaginal lips, lips that fairly drooled at the prospect of having a different penis force its way between them.
"Come on, come on," Charlie snapped, squeezing the soft resilient cheeks of her ass until the tips of his fingers left small circles indented into her skin, reminding her she was supposed to be humiliated by this position.
Wriggling her buttocks a little, shifting her position slightly, she placed the lust-stiffened tip of his throbbing penis against the soft folds of her wet vaginal opening, working it up and down like a lever to part the soft, curl-fringed lips that protected her vulnerably upraised cuntal mouth. When she had the thick head lodged firmly against the tight little opening, she took a deep breath, fearing he would split her in half when he finally stoked the organ into her belly. After all, she had never had something this thick inside her, nor had she ever taken it from this position.
Smiling, Charlie flicked his hips solidly forward, forcing only the very tip of his rigid phallus to pop very suddenly into her fur-rimmed vaginal mouth.
"Uuuuuunnnnnnhhhhh!" the lovely brunette grunted, as the heavy, lust-stiffened shaft of solid flesh slipped slowly into her defenseless vagina like a rubber-tipped walking stick.
He moved slowly, keeping only the head in there for the moment. The delightful inward, sucking sensation of her wetly clinging vaginal flesh around the heavily throbbing knob of his prick made the man more anxious than ever to have the full length of his pulsing cock buried in the depths of her shuddering belly. He held himself back only for a moment, then rammed his hips forward solidly again, plunging his flesh spike a little deeper into the narrow vestibule of her seething cunt. The rubbery head spread her smooth, butter-like walls before it as if it were a burrowing animal going ever deeper.
"Aaaaaaannnnnggggghhhhhhh...uuuuuuunnnnnnnggggggghhhhh...OOOOhhhhhhhhh... " she groaned, moaning in mock terror as he ground his lasciviously shish-kebabing hardness ever deeper into the openly spread depths of her seething pussy.
Her kidnapper was ravishing her, making Audrey feel thrills she hadn't had since the early day of marriage with her husband. Her inner desires were mounting ever higher, burning within her like a hot keg of burning coals.
Kneeling behind her, Charlie felt overwhelmed by the fact that his hard cock was surrounded by yet another delightful pussy. Even though he had come twice in the past eighteen hours, the pressure in his lust-inflamed balls were excruciating. He had to have the full length of his cock pounding wildly into the tunnel of her hot cunt, and right away. His excitedly stiffened penis throbbed and jerked from the feel of her lightly heated vaginal flesh surrounding it, and he slowly pushed it deeper and deeper, so on fire, he thought he would come before his cock-head hit bottom. He powered his penis ever deeper into her until her lips were sucking on the base of his cock and his balls were beating a wild tattoo against her clitoris.
"Uu-uu-uuunnnnnhhhhh...God-dddduuuhhhhhhhh. . . "she cried out in confused astonishment as the final drive of his cock nearly lifted her clean off the bed.
The dull thud of his groin, slamming flatly into her rounded buttocks was heard echoing throughout the room above her low guttural grunt. The impact was so strong, she felt as if the penis was going to drive straight on through to her heart.
His rubber cock-head was pressing firmly into the cushiony back wall of her aching vagina, a seemingly angry and menacing weapon apparently out to destroy her. He stayed stock still for a moment, as if considering changing his mind about the whole thing, then after a second Charlie suddenly flexed his impaling cock and lurched it that much more deeply into her helplessly excited and squirming belly.
The cruel-faced man had no intention of giving her an opportunity to adjust to his breadth. Instead, he began to immediately fuck in and out of her feminine cupola, feeling the tight way her interior clasped his hard cock. The long, violent stroked hit the back wall of her cunt repeatedly, and he grunted aloud, hearing Audrey moan in answer.
Charlie stared down at her subserviently bent-over form, enjoying the luscious sight of her nakedly round buttocks jerking back heatedly to his powering rhythm. Her lush nakedness in this position was extremely sensual to Charlie, who though rough on the exterior, was innately a sensitive man. The sight of her this way made him fuck even harder, and the sperm started rapidly gathering inside him. His balls felt like twin cannonballs as they dangled in his scrotum, hitting her clitoris repeatedly. He hurried, intent on giving himself more ultimate pleasure.
Never having been fucked from this angle before, Audrey was surprised at how deeply the penis penetrated her. She thought for a moment he might have punched a hole in her interior. It shocked her to the point of wildly increasing the forbidden passion she out not to have felt with this strange man. After all, she knew she was simply being used to satisfy the lust-crazed madness of the man, and the evil temperament of Marsha.
She pressed her desire-contorted face into the pillow beneath her, hoping he wouldn't come to quickly. Since this was to be part of her only extra-marital fucking, she wanted it to be so good, she would be sore inside for a week. God! She hated to admit it, but she loved being fucked in this bent-over position.
Charlie was becoming more aroused with every passing second. He smacked his thighs into her rounded buttocks with every forward drive of his powering cock. Her voluptuous breasts swayed from side to side.
"Ghhhhhhhhggggghhhhh!" she gasped, despite her desire to maintain silence and let him think she was detesting all this.
His steadily hammering cock seemed to sink ever deeper into her. To intensify her excitement, she kept reminding herself this was a rape, something she hadn't gone along with, willingly.
Looking back under her rhythmically bouncing breasts, Audrey saw her nakedly vulnerable vagina being ceaselessly pistoned into by the thick length of the man's wetly glistening phallus. Every time he powered forward, his pubic hairs would tickle her ass cheeks. She felt licentious, urgently tingling sensations take possession of her from head to foot. She was being fucked as never before, those long, solid thrusts thrilling her as she became aware of the joy of all she was feeling building around her loins with an intensity the like of which she had never previously known.
Feeling the sucking motion of her cunt around his cock, Charlie was aware she was responding to him, and he was certain his masculinity was what had won her over. He concentrated hard on keeping himself from coming for the moment, knowing to do so would make it all the more worthwhile when she finally came. Besides, he wanted to keep himself stiff until he felt her on the verge of coming. Then he would hold back his strokes until she begged him to let her have it.
Audrey was unable to control the movement of her buttocks. They rotated firmly around the thrusting length of fleshy piston entering her body again and again. He tested her once holding back his own forward thrust, and the heatedly undulating cheeks of her ass seemed to virtually jump back as the mouth of her cunt greedily sucked his cock inside. Seeing this excited Charlie. It meant that in spite of his ugliness, he had made a conquest, even if it was only a temporary once. He was seeing what he had supposed to be a frigid little ass suddenly coming to life simply because it was his cock fucking her.
His eyes took in the smooth muscles of her firmly resilient buttocks, seeing the way they flexed each time his cock withdrew. There was no doubt about it! She actually wanted to suck his cock up into the seething depths of her belly. He anxiously moved his hands over the fine white globes, placing his thumbs deep into the molded crevice that separated them. Then, spreading the smoothly rounded cheeks apart, he saw the tiny brownish pucker of her anus winking at him, puckering with each powering stroke he slammed into Audrey's hot cunt. Without breaking his rhythm, Charlie worked his fingers down into the narrow little hairless valley. Then he placed his extended middle finger against the licentiously puckering hole and began churning it, working it deeper and deeper into the narrow tightness of her interior.
"Wh-what are you...uuuuunnnnhhhh...doing?" Audrey gasped, her voice sounding so helpless it made her seem even more erotic as she initially tried lurching away from the obscenely probing finger. Arousal coursed unbelievably through her shuddering body as Audrey lifted her buttocks and shoved them back voluntarily taking the penile intrusion into her heatedly absorbing vaginal tunnel, while at the same time she accepted his finger deeper into her rectal passage. The tightly resisting anal ring suddenly opened up to let the lasciviously working little manual probe enter, and for a instant Audrey felt nothing in her ass other than pain. It was so unnaturally indecent and lewd, she mentally thought she ought to object. But for some strange reason, perhaps she was a masochist, she wanted to feel the finger worming around in her behind. He accommodated her by shoving his finger in to the first digit, her anal passageway gripping it tightly, and as he shoved it even harder, her rectum slowly opened, becoming adjust to the unnatural digital invasion.
"Uuuuunnnnnnnhhhhhh...God-ddddduhhhhhhhh...oh-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-aaaaaannnnnggghhhhhhggghhhhaaaannnggghhhhh..." she grunted and moaned as the turning, twisting finger shoved itself in to the hilt.
Audrey lurched back against it as the pain decreased, feeling intensifying delight at the same moment she attempted to open the depths of her vagina in order to absorb more of his pleasure-dealing penis. Her loins were on fire as never before, feeling a strong voracious hunger within her.
Charlie's finger plunged solidly into her tightly clenching anal passage until it was able to move no deeper into her. Audrey was being plundered in both, her front and her rear, her ass feeling the probe of a finger, and her cunt aware of the drive of his cock.
He was treating her like some common street tramp, and that was the way she felt like reacting, so she did. She raised her buttocks invitingly, lifting her asshole and her cunt to the dual assault.
Audrey writhed with wanton abandon, shoving and grinding her heatedly aroused ass-cheeks back against both cock and finger, absorbing the twin impaling shafts of pleasure. Her tortured rear-end was now a wild inferno of feverish desire. She was aware she was on the verge of an experience she had never know before. It was like being in a jet plan and moving toward the speed of sound, ready to break through the barrier. She knew when she did get there, she would attain ultimate ecstasy. The gushing sighs from within her seemed to pour out uncontrollably, as if someone else was doing the passionate gasping and whining.
It was more than the urgent fucking Charlie was able to stand. He was getting the biggest charge in the world out of feeling his cock drive into her cunt, a cunt narrowed by the pressure of his finger thrusting into the narrows of her ass. Audrey's nakedness was sensually arousing. She was the kind of woman Charlie would have been able to love, had he been the kind of man capable of loving. He felt as uninhibited with Audrey as he did with Marsha, but Audrey was so much more of a woman.
Audrey was the one really receiving total pleasure. She writher and wriggled, moving her ass wildly from side to side, taking the penis deeper and deeper, and thrusting her asshole ever more powerfully against the probing finger. She was filled with a surging need to climax, and she knew it was almost there.
Her body moved back and forth with more and more rapidity as she felt the orgasmic sensations building. What she was feeling now was far more powerful than anything she had ever enjoyed with her husband, and God knew, she had loved everything her husband had done to her. Any moment now she expected to ignite from within and simply explode all over the place. If it killed her, she would at least have died gloriously.
It was coming, and Audrey knew there was no way to stop it. He was pumping more and more wildly, slamming his hard cock ever deeper into her, filling her with the organ again and again while his finger drove to its limit in her rectum. Her mouth was hanging open, drool falling from the corner of the mattress, beneath. No longer in control of herself, totally out of breath and out of strength, she felt a million colored lights start blinking on and off in her head.
"AAAAAIIIIIIYYYYYYYEEEEEAAAAAII-II-IIGGGGGH-HH-HHH-AAAANNNNNNNGGGG-HHHHUUUUUUUUHH-HHH-HHHYYYYEEEEEAAAAAAGG-GGGGGHHNNNGGGHHHHHHH-AAAAAAAUUUUUWWWWWAAAGGGGHHHHHH!" she shrieked, and her scream was the catalyst Charlie needed.
The thick, rubbery head of his throbbing penis swelled inside her hotly receiving little pussy as he slammed it in to maximum depth, and then his hot sperm shot from the tip, flooding into her anxiously receiving cunt.
"HHHHAAAANNNNNNNGGGGHHHHAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHUUU-UUUUU-UUU-NNNNNGGG-HHHH-HHH-HAAA-ARRR-GGG-HHHHUUUUNNNNNAAAWWWWWAAAAARRRGGGHHHHHUUUNNNGG-G-H-H-H!" he bellowed, moving his cock in and out even more quickly, and she realized she was welcoming the white-hot seed into her.
They remained locked that way until he finished shooting into her. Then, and only then, did he pull out while she once more collapsed on the bed.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The strength of Audrey's sensuousness wasn't lost on Marsha. She had intended initiating Audrey to cunt-lapping the way she had worked on Adele. Now she changed her mind.
Both Adele and Audrey would accept such behavior from Marsha, because in their eyes' Marsha was a corrupt woman, and capable of corrupting other women, as well. But to make them accept one another-ah, that was even better.
Tonight would be the best time to undertake this. Adele wouldn't need any more of the aphrodisiac, and Audrey obviously had too much sense than to try and reject anything she and the two brothers wanted her to do. Well, what better enjoyment than to have the two women eating away at each other's cunts, interspersed with the sucking of the men's cocks as they fucked both females simultaneously.
But tomorrow would be the piece-de-resistance. Tomorrow, sweet, innocent, or perhaps she should say, formerly innocent Adele would be jointly fucked by the two brothers. That would be something to watch. If they had strength later on, they'd use Audrey, as well, but Marsha knew by now that people were capable of being pushed just so far. She didn't want the two men with her so worn out, they wouldn't have the strength to leave the house when the time came. Monday morning would be that time, so Sunday night she wanted both men to get an uninterrupted sleep.
Then they would be on their way to the Riviera again, where she would, for a little while, have her pick of the beach bums and the gigolos who would do anything she wanted for money. Oddly enough, not one of the young men had satisfied her as well as either of the Delicato brothers, but Manny and Charlie wanted their flings with young girls, so she had to settle for the boys.
In the meantime, she wanted to enjoy her subjugation of the two females she had in this house. It was too soon for any additional sex play, so she brought Adele up from the basement and took her into the master bedroom, where Audrey nakedly lay, almost asleep. When the two women saw one another, instead of being embarrassed, Adele ran to Audrey, almost crying, as Audrey held out her arms to the younger girl. They snuggled together on the bed, as if protecting themselves from Marsha and the two brothers, and they fell asleep.
"Now what?" Charlie asked, as he and Manny met with Marsha in the living room. They hadn't bothered dressing again. It was obvious Marsha wanted them ready for more action when the time came.
"Now," Marsha smiled, "We let nature take it's course. The drug we pumped into Adele is still working, and her nearness will have its effect on Audrey. We had a situation like this about four years ago, on the coast of France, with those two nymphomaniacs you boys brought along just before we returned to the States."
"Yeah, but those chicks were different," Charlie objected. "I mean, they were really hung up on sex and wanted it any way they were able to get it. These cunts y'got here are real inhibited broads."
"Don't bet on it," Marsha retorted. "You'll see. By late this evening these two will be just as hot and bothered. I guarantee, they'll start playing around before we even get back to them. In the meantime, you guys take yourselves a well-deserved rest, because after you juice both those women, you're going to sleep, and then tomorrow, I want you sandwiching Adele. If you have anything left over, you can do the same to Audrey before getting enough rest so we can make good our getaway, Monday morning."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Audrey awoke at about eight o'clock. She had kept her wristwatch, and as a result was able to keep track of the time. Adele was already awake, and though it was dark in the room, the light coming from the hallway let each woman know the other was awake.
Briefly, Adele told Audrey what had happened to her since she had been brought to this house, and Audrey, instead of shuddering, felt a certain warmth circulating through her, as Marsha had known. But she remained silent until Adele finished her story.
"That's it," Adele finally said. 'The worst part of it all is, I'm on fire all over again. I need some kind of satisfying, but I'm afraid to go near those others. God only knows what new horror they'll think up for me."
She slid out of bed, went to the doorway and peered out. The others must have been in the kitchen or downstairs, because Adele was unable to hear them.
Turning on the bedroom lamp, Adele returned to the bed, saying, "Audrey, I know this is a terrible thing of me to ask, but I must. I need help, and I'm begging you to help me. I want to make love to you."
Audrey gulped, swallowing tightly, her mind beginning to fill itself with all kinds of mentally erotic stimulations. She had known without Adele saying anything that she was somehow or other going to be used sexually again, but she hadn't imagined it would be with Adele. Still, now that she thought about it, she was better off doing something with Adele than being abused by the other three. She looked at the alluring young girl who lay down beside her, staring at her white nakedness, the berry-tipped mounds of her small, firm breasts, her slender waist, soft belly, and the auburn-tufted sparseness of hair covering her pubic mount. Audrey knew she ought not to be fascinated with the body of another woman. It was called lesbianism, and she would never have dreamed of indulging in something so depraved under normal circumstances. But this wasn't normal circumstances, and as a result, she felt she might as well complete the nightmare by surrendering herself to all kinds of sexual fantasies.
Adele had been holding her breath, waiting, but when she saw the look of lust building in Audrey's eyes, she found it difficult to believe the other woman was yielding to her desires so easily. Audrey was so much lovelier than Marsha, it was going to be wonderful to be involved with her. True, neither of them was a lesbian in the true sense of the word, and when they finally escaped from this house and returned to the real world, these sexual fantasies would be a thing of the past. The feeling in her would burn itself out, sooner or later.
She sighed when she felt Audrey's soft arms enfold her. Adele whimpered when the older woman held her tightly against her own body, the two bellies making hotly seething contact. Adele's own lithe suppleness seemed to flow into Audrey's slender body. Anxiously, Adele used one hand to reach around and press her palm against Audrey's back, while her other hand formed a cup over the older woman's firm but full breast.
Audrey gasped at this initial contact with another female, buoyantly electrified by the softness of the feminine fingers touching her. As a result she lecherously drew Adele's lovely nakedness closer to her. Their faces slowly came together, gently, timidly in the beginning, and then more firmly as their mouth kissed fervently.
Both women sensed their confused rigidity slowly starting to relax beneath the heated sensuousness of their continually mounting desire, Their curvaceously soft feminine bodies rubbed all the more firmly against each other.
"God, Audrey," Adele whispered. "I don't know what's driving me to do this, but you're so lovely, and I need help so badly, don't hate me...."
"Hush, don't question it!" Audrey insisted. "Don't even think about it except to enjoy it."
Audrey was totally swept up in the delightful obscenity of it all and she forced her own small pink tongue wetly into the receptive mouth of the younger girl pressed against her. At the same time, one of her eager hands began feeling and caressing the other girl's smaller, firmer breasts, gently pinching and taunting their pink nipples into little nubbins of solidly extended pellets. Restlessly her hand brushed with exploring fingers down along the ribs to the flowing swell of her girlish hips, smoothing behind them to possessively cling to and massage the naked ovals of the younger girl's tight, warm-fleshed buttocks.
Adele moaned, her eyes tightly shut, reveling in the euphoria she was feeling. Once again she sensed Audrey's long, slender fingers flitting up the sides of her rib cage to finally catch at a hard nipple, and taunting it in a tenderly understanding caress, felt it rolled again and again. Adele felt her entire body infused with quivers of lewd delight. Her brain reeled with mounting desire.
Audrey's enthusiastic fingers crept over her like tiny, enthusiastic spider. Adele's breasts rose and fell with every gasp, and when she felt wet warmth surrounding on of her breasts, she stared at the way Audrey's mouth was engulfing one of her areolae. The older woman used her swiftly licking tongue as she remembered the way her husband played with her own breasts. She sucked and lapped the extended nipple, then went on to the next nipple, enjoying the berry-crested flesh. At the same time, she was moving more and more on top of Adele, her heatedly tremulous thigh raised to slither over Adele's, twining itself around the limb, the black curls at the base of her belly mingling with the auburn fuzz on Adele's pussy. She lowered her impassioned face to the lips of the younger girl, tasting her tongue, taking her with a certain fiery possession.
Lord! She was hardly able to believe the intensity of the flames shooting through her. Audrey had to admit there was something licentiously delightful about the nearness of the younger female's body. Her own churning belly and heatedly flushed inner loins seethed with continually increasing desire.
Abruptly she felt Adele's tongue slash into her mouth, and Audrey hungrily sucked on it. All the while the younger girl's hands were wandering over the swells of her tantalizing body. Fingers brushed like feathers over her breasts, making them quiver, while other fingers teased the hollow of her back. Their bodies locked together all the more firmly, cunt-to-cunt, almost as if there were some invisible penis binding the two of them together.
Audrey's breath quickened when she felt her yielding ass-mounds being pressed apart while a finger began stroking her anal opening in a intoxicatingly delightful manner. She writhed and squirmed, out of her mind with intensifying lust.
Abruptly, the older woman lifted herself on one elbow, taking one of Adele's youthfully firm breasts in her caressing hand, her soft fingers teasing the hardened nipple. She allowed her lustful eyes to roam anxiously over the girl's lithely smooth nudity, then she ran her hand downward over the yielding flatness of Adele's belly into the silken mat of hair so light and delicate down there. Neither woman said a word at this point, and Audrey didn't know what impelled her. She had never touched another female so intimately before, but she was doing so now and enjoying it.
She traced a finger intimately into the sparsely-haired, pink crevice as Adele opened her thighs. Teasingly Audrey slipped the finger downward into the smooth cleft between the younger girl's buttocks and caressed the tiny brown pucker of the other's anus.
"Have you ever done this with another woman before?" Adele softly asked, suddenly worried after she'd spoken that she might have said too much, and as a result the other woman might turn cold.
"No," Audrey admitted.
"I need a mouth on my cunt," Adele whimpered. "Audrey, I know it sounds like a terrible thing to ask, but I'll do the same thing for you, honest, Just suck me down there, now."
Without a word, Audrey slowly began sliding down on the girl's body. She wondered why she was willing to do this. It made no sense, yet here she was, surrendering herself to lesbianism without a qualm.
Adele raised her face to watch, totally captivated as Audrey nestled her beautifully exciting and sensual face in the hot hollow between her receptively spread thighs. Wildly erotic sensations began rippling through her tingling girlish loins as she felt the woman plant ardent kisses along the hot flesh of her smooth, inner thighs. Warm puffs of breath brushed at her skin, then followed the magically wet contact of the older woman's tantalizing tongue hotly licking the pink, hair-surrounded crevice of her pussy. Audrey did it experimentally at first, unsure of herself, then she licked in more glazing, longer, wider strokes, becoming bolder. She lapped from the bottom of the pink ribbon of feminine flesh to the top, the tip of her tongue lingering on, and playing with the other woman's clitoris. Each lapping motion caused the younger girl to gasp and hoist her buttocks from the mattress, raggedly pressing her cuntlips against the other woman's eager tongue.
Adele was fully aware of the way her clitoris now eagerly peeped out from the hooded canopy of flesh protecting it when she spasmodically reacted to the pressure of the other woman's tongue. A hissing sound escaped from between her lips as her head lolled from side to side on the pillow. All the while, Audrey continued licking away, licentiousness consuming her. She eased her tongue into the oyster-like interior of clinging raw flesh, then slip it out, drawing upward against the palpitating little bud of Adele's tiny plexus of ultra-sensitive nerves.
The slender younger female's throat began insanely working as she gasped with the strain she was feeling. She held her breath for a long moment, then sharply exhaled because of the deliciously ecstatic contact was delight after delight poured through her.
Audrey, whose own seething loins were now aflame with the feeling of imaginary tongues within her, hungrily pressed her burning lips deeper into Adele's hot pussy. She sucked ravenously, pulling out as much fluid as possible and at the same time reached forward with both hands and began caressing the swells of Adele's breasts. God! She felt almost carnivorous in the passionately delightful discovery of the younger woman. Her mouth was hot and wide open, her seething tongue delving into the simmering sump of sweetness that was Adele's hot cunt. She tongue-lashed the writhing younger girl's clitoris repeatedly, slurping her mouth over the hot, tantalizing flesh. Her oral organ moved like that of an anteater, racing into the clutching depths of the other's channel, aware of the burning heat emanating from within. She used her tongue like a sword, thrusting, lunging, slashing, moving it with swirling strokes, but always inevitably pulled it out of the channel and sank it right back in only after massaging the palpitating clitoris.
Adele moaned uncontrollably as ripples of lust-aroused carnality convulsed her smoothly sensuous flesh. She began explosively gasping, drawing back her legs, thrusting her wide-open, narrow little pussy upward to bring the magic flicking of Audrey's tongue into the searing center of her shuddering body.
Audrey was gasping, pulling air in through her nostrils, never once breaking the lecherously swirling contact of her eager mouth, tongue, and lips against the viscous cunt she was masticating. Even her nose was immersed in the wetly pink flesh of Adele's steaming nookie.
"O-nnnnn hhhhhh...aaaaannnnnnnhhhhhhh...it's so beautiful!" Adele gasped, her head still shipping from side to side. She choked, totally overwhelmed with the unbelievable sensations the other woman was bringing to her. This was heaven.
"See," Marsha said to the two men, the three of them now in the bedroom doorway, watching the tableau. "The time has come for the two of you to join in. Do it any way you want."
They stared a moment longer, watching as Audrey, out of sheer instinct, pushed Adele's thighs back and revealed her puckered brown asshole, at which she began hungrily licking. Then Charlie turned to his brother and said, "I don't know about you, but I can't just stand around and watch this. I GOTTA JOIN IN."
Audrey lifted her head from the steamy swamp between Adele's thighs and gasped at the sight of the two men coming into the room. She whimpered, realizing she and Adele were helplessly trapped by the two men. She looked at Adele, more worried about the younger woman than about herself.
Audrey felt warmth steal over her from the secure look Adele was giving her. She found herself unable to resist giving the auburn-haired female's cunt one more kiss.
"Just one thing," Manny smirked, and he gripped Audrey around the knees, turned her around so that her own cunt was directly over Adele's face. He pushed Audrey's pussy directly down, and Adele began to instantly tongue it, and as a result, Audrey once again began lapping away heartily at Adele's cunt.
Manny kneed his way onto the head of the bed. Adele's head was about a fifth of the way down the bed, so it was easy for him as he surrounded her head with his own knees, pressing the tip of his cock against Audrey's cunt, and at the same time feeling Adele's tongue lick away at the underside of it.
Incredible sensations went charging through Audrey's body as she felt Manny's hard penile length thrusting its way ever deeper into her simmering tunnel while Adele's tongue was playing over her clitoris, then sliding back to lick the man's penile underside when he stroked it out. Adele would lap at his balls too, and then move her tongue forward to once more lick across his flesh-covered urethra before licking away at Audrey's clitoris.
So overwhelming were the erotic sensations flowing through Audrey because of the combination of cock in her cunt and tongue on her clitoris, she barely heard the moaning sounds of Charlie, who was now standing in front of her. But when he came closer, she saw his cock, and she felt her mouth watering. Without thinking, she reached out, grabbed the penis, and plunged it into her mouth.
"Gawwwwd!" Charlie gasped, staring down at the fusion of his hardened cock into the lovely woman's face as her tongue began lasing wildly at his tower of power. Then he felt himself pulled to his knees on the bed as Audrey slipped her mouth from his cock and pointed it at the shell-pink shape of Adele's pussy between the widespread thighs upraised around her head.
"Come on, come on," Audrey urged. "You're here to fuck us. Here's a cunt! Fuck it!"
She guided the pulsating penis toward the snug little vaginal mouth. With splayed fingers of one hand she parted the swollen, flushed labia wide apart, while with her other hand she drew the tip of Charlie's massive cock through the girl's vulva. Then she lowered her own mouth and licked across Adele's clitoris, letting her tongue wash over the top of Charlie's cock as well, as he sank it to its limit in the hugging suction of the younger girl's clutching cunt.
Manny got an idea. Instead of continuing to merely fuck Audrey while Adele licked the underside of his cock, he pulled his penis all the way out of Audrey's vagina and sank the musk flavored organ into Adele's mouth, rubbing it back and forth across the younger girl's tongue. After a few strokes he pulled it from the gripping oral opening, then sank it back into the humid heatedness of Audrey's pussy as Adele quickly began licking away wildly. When Manny shoved his cock back into her mouth, Adele ardently sucked and slurped around the throbbing organ, and with one of her hands she caressed the man's balls, while with her other she fingered Audrey's cunt to make sure Audrey lost none of the feeling.
Adele wanted to shout out how good it all felt, but the thrusting entrance of Charlie's cock into the narrowness of her vagina momentarily took her breath away. She groaned with delight as erotic lust charged through her quivering form. The penile flesh had her sky-rocketing straight up, and her teeth chewed lightly on Manny's cock just before he withdrew it and san it once again into the swampy softness of Audrey's simmering snatch.
"Ooooonnnnnnh!" she gasped, feeling Charlie's cock sink into her pussy to the limit. "That feels wonderful!"
Her lips clamped firmly around Manny's balls and began sucking as he pounded his cock in and out of Audrey's steaming center with harder and harder thrusts.
"Oh-hhhhh-yea-aaaaa hhh-hh-h-hhh!" Charlie gasped. "Hey, Adele-baby, you got the tightest cunt in the world."
"And you have the longest cock in the world," Audrey said, breathing all over it as it plundered its way through Adele's squeezing hole.
Charlie, seeing what his brother was doing, thought it a good idea, and pulling his cock from the tightness of Adele's vaginal cleft, aimed it at Audrey's mouth. Though Audrey ought to have been disgusted at the idea of sucking on a cock just came out of a cunt, she opened her mouth wide, and swallowed the full length of it. She had never sucked her husband's cock, because she had been afraid the man might think her disgusting. But she decided when she got back home, the time had come to initiate her husband into what her friends called "imagine fucking."
Charlie was almost brutal about the way he rammed his cock into Audrey's throat, but her hands gripped his hips and pulled him all the more deeply inside, letting him know she wanted more. She sucked the head of his cock into her gullet as if she had been doing it all her life, her hands cupping his balls.
At that moment Adele pressed a finger into the narrow anus belonging to Audrey, giving the older fucking woman a chance to feel something else she had never known before. Audrey gasped around the mouthful of throbbing stiffness on which she was sucking, and she pistoned her cunt back and forth all the more quickly on the cock in her cunt.
Charlie stared down at this tableau, unable to believe how wild it had become. He watched his own cock continually move from Audrey's mouth to Adele's cunt and back again, while Manny's prick sank into Audrey's pussy, only to withdraw and bury itself in Adele's mouth. The gray-haired, older brother knew he wouldn't be able to take much more of this. A wild sensation in his balls warned him he was on the verge of a maddening orgasm.
He yanked his cock from Audrey's mouth and shoved it into Adele's cunt, and from the movement in his urethra, it was obvious his sperm was on its way.
Audrey, whose fingers were touching the underside of his cock, was aware of it. She was also aware that the man might impregnate Adele, and so she swiftly pulled the cock from Adele's cunt and buried it to the balls in her own mouth. She wildly sucked, drinking the hot goo blasting from his cock, as Charlie screamed, "YYY-YY-YAAAAAAANNNNGGGGGHHHHHHAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHUUUUUNNNGGGHHHHAAAGGGGHH-H-H-H!"
The hot sperm in her gullet and the movement of the cock now in her cunt was all Audrey needed, and now it was her turn. She began bouncing wildly as a dual climax shot through her, her clamped lips around Charlie's cock preventing her own orgasmic screams from being heard. But dear God! This was heaven! She was thankful she had been forced into this, if only to discover what true lascivity was like. Even if she never indulged in it again, at least she would be able to boast she had enjoyed it this once.
"They're coming!" Adele gasped at Manny. "How about you?"
"In your mouth!" Manny insisted, and tugging his cock from Audrey's pussy, slammed in down Adele's clitoris, licking it again and again.
Marsha stood on the side, smiling and nodding her head as she watched the whole thing. Her only sorrow was that she wasn't in on the fuck-session, herself. Had she not been so determined to give Adele a rousing send-off tomorrow, she would have insisted on keeping the brothers to herself. Shrugging, she smiled, knowing soon she would be on the Riviera where she would have the cream of young studs.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
As it turned out, Marsha was unable to stand merely being a spectator, and she finally insisted on Charlie fucking her that night. So the following morning, he came to the breakfast table looking all washed out.
Though Adele and Audrey had enjoyed their sexual bout, neither had any illusions about their no longer being prisoners. They were still trapped, hostages to make certain this trio got away. It was only Sunday, and they knew in order to keep the kidnappers in good spirits, they would have to continue playing sex games.
When Marsha came to eat breakfast, she looked at
Adele and said, "You did such a good job last night, I'm wondering if you're up to handling both men by yourself.
Adele was sitting and Charlie, who had just finished eating, had taken the dishes to the sink. They were all totally naked, feeling no need to dress.
Adele smirked at Marsha, then reached out and flicked Charlie's spent prick, saying, "This one looks like it's out of the ballgame for a little while."
"You just give him an oral nursing," Marsha insisted. "That big cock of his just might make a miraculous recovery."
Shrugging, Adele said, "Why not? Where do you want me to take care of the sick peter?"
"Let's all go down to the play room and watch on the big mattress."
So they all went downstairs to the play room where Marsha made Adele lay down. She had Charlie stand next to the bed, and Adele reached out and began caressing the penis, rubbing it steadily and rhythmically, paying special attention to the head, knowing by now how ultra-sensitive it was.
"Hey, why're you making her waste her time with Charlie's limp dong?" Manny broke in. "I got me a big, solid one all set for her."
"Bring it over to her," Marsha said, restraining Audrey from volunteering to handle him. "Just knee your way across the bed and see if she's capable of taking you both on at once."
Manny grinned and got onto the bed on his knees, moving over to where Adele lay. He noticed Charlie's cock was slowly stiffening in the other man's hand, expanding and pushing against her small fingers.
Adele sat up on the bed, holding both cocks, smiling, and leering at Marsha as she said, "Just think, this is pure heaven!"
She let go for a moment as she scrambled to her knees. Then she once again grasped both cocks and began pulling solidly on them. Leaning forward, she let her lips close themselves around the hot, juicy, mushroom that was his cock-head. Her lips fastened themselves firmly on the huge log, and she realized she would never, but never have any qualms concerning sex again. Slowly she sucked the penis all the way into her mouth, right to the hairy balls. All the while her jerking hand continued working on the other brother's throbbing cock.
Charlie groaned with pleasure as his cock sank into the narrow tightness of her delightful mouth. This was his first blowjob from Adele in spite of the fact that he had fucked her cunt, twice. Jesus! If he'd had the time, he would have kept his cock in there the rest of the day. As it was, the flood was mounting fast in him, much faster than it had ever mounted with Marsha, and he gripped her hair as if to warn her he didn't want to come just yet.
Adele was aware of the twitches in his urethra, and as a result moved her mouth away quickly, replacing it with her tight little fist. She swung her head to the other side and dipped it down low, letting her lips encompass the slightly greater thickness of Manny's cock. She was all aflame again, the dregs of the aphrodisiac still in her body, and as a result, her hot cunt was swimming in juice, throbbing with the desire for another intense orgasm.
She lifted her head, her eyes hot and bright, looking from one cock to the other, wondering which was going to fuck her.
"Look at her," Marsha smirked. "She's so ready to fuck. If anyone's every really been broken in, it's this one. Okay boys, which one of you wants to go into her cunt?"
Manny scrambled off the bed, saying, "We can't decide. We both want her."
"So then both fuck her," Marsha grinned.
"Is it possible?" Adele asked.
"It can be done," Charlie nodded.
"A-ll right," Adele finally nodded, not certain she'd be able to handle two at once.
Charlie grinned and nudged his brother, saying, "Lie down, Manny. We'll start her on you, then I'll take over from the rear."
Manny nodded and let himself flop on his back on the mattress. Charlie moved behind Adele and began fondling her breasts, squeezing and kneading her already expanded and tingling nipples. Holding her by her mammaries, he all but lifted her to her knees then guided her cunt directly over Manny's cock. At a nod from Marsha, Audrey came over and held Manny's cock upright, and little by little Adele eased her vaginal suction cup over the penile head and slip down the thick pole. She issued a loud sigh, her eyes glassy as she found herself lost in the thrills overpowering her.
Charlie knelt behind her, tilting her forward once he was certain his brother's cock was firmly locked in the narrow vestry of her cunt. His hand went to her ass and squeezed her rectal globes, and she jerked.
"Relax," he insisted. "You've had most of the pain. You'll feel a little discomfort at first, but it'll pass, and then it'll be fun all the way."
He pushed a finger into the narrow little anal opening, feeling her sphincter tightly grip the digit. For a moment there was resistance, and then the finger was sucked all the way in. He began moving it back and forth, pushing it in and out. With each forward thrust of his finger, her narrow asshole contracted as she automatically pushed against Manny, her vaginal muscles also squeezing solidly around the man's driving cock. He groaned with delight at each thrust.
Her knees trembled on the mattress against Manny's naked sides as she rotated her buttocks around the finger thrusting its way ever deeper into her rectum. Excitement was mounting like mad, spreading through her like a forest fire.
Charlie pushed her all the way forward until her small breasts were solidly mashed against Manny's chest. Then he moved around behind her and kneeled on the bed between his brother's legs. With his two hands, he slowly peeled the cheeks of Adele's ass wide apart. He managed to gather some oil seeping from her cunt and smear it on her asshole, and then he smeared some on his cock. Then he pressed the huge tip of his penis against the tender layers of her raw flesh. With short, quick jabs he pushed, piercing the resisting folds of her sphincter muscle. He had ass-fucked her once before, and so even though Adele felt sharp pain back there, it wasn't as agonizing as it might have been.
"Relax, Adele-baby, just relax," Charlie murmured. "I told you, the pain'll be gone in a minute. All y'have to do is wait until I get the whole length of my cock inside you."
Her tight pussy locked on Manny's thrusting cock was frozen for the moment. Charlie waited for her to slowly calm down, all the while gently stroking her back, nuzzling her ear. He hadn't really cared one way or the other about most of the other broads they had kidnapped from time to time. They had been emotionless for the most part, but he had to admit, he felt something for Adele. He even liked Audrey, but Adele had something special about her.
His cock jabbed into Adele's rear tunnel a little deeper. He was just about halfway in, now. She was afraid that because of the cock in her cunt narrowing her ass-tunnel, Charlie might rip something inside her. In fact she was almost certain, and as a result nearly went wild with panic. It was as if the two cock-heads were going to meet somewhere inside her. She wondered how she and the two men looked at this moment, and it occurred to her what a ridiculous sight they must make. This made her inwardly giggle, and as a result she began relaxing.
The instant her body lost its tautness, the two men inside her began wildly gyrating in and out, and instead of bursting apart, her twin holes began twitching and swelling until they felt to be twice their original size.
The brothers found a cadence and stuck to it, buffeting her back and forth between them as if she were some kind of toy. One thrust itself all the way into her, while the other tugged itself all the way back. Then the other shoved itself all the way into her, while the one tugged itself all the way back. Off one, onto the other, back and forth, the long poles continually penetrated the tight clutch of her womanly holes. Her vagina became more and more aroused as she moved her body up and down on Manny's throbbing cock, and yearned to pull the penis after it when it slid back up. Her asshole felt all kinds of wonderful tingles each time Charlie's long hardness filled it, and when it withdrew she felt as if she were losing a part of herself.
Charlie was the one controlling the scene, lifting her body up and down with relative ease, his hips continually jerking forward while Manny's body rotated around and around, below, Their coordination was incredible. The pace increased, but neither ever lost a stroke or missed going in all the way.
Adele was going wild. The words "double-fuck" flashed through her quivering mind, and her blood swirled and thundered through her. The fierce assault of the twin penises had her totally stunned. The relentless pace exhausted her body until she had become a quivering mass of human tissue bouncing back and forth between the two men, their squeezing hands gripping her body and molding it until she felt as if she had become a single living penis. Her vagina had disappeared, and all she was, was a link. The shell of her lovely body formed a narrow bridge over their huge penises that stroked against each other, moving her up and down, twisting and writhing, each grinding against the other with only a narrow strip of membrane between them.
Her mind was incapable of thinking. All she wanted was to go on feeling the sensations boiling through her shuddering body.
But if her mind was gone, her body was all there. The two incredible thrusting lengths of knifing cocks beat at the taut, jittering nerves lining the hypersensitive inner tissues in her body, building her to an uncontrolled frenzy.
"AAAIIIIIYYYYYEEEEEAAAAIIIIIGGGGGHHHHHHAAAAANNNNNNGGGGH-HH-H-HHHAAAWWWWAANNNNNNNGGGHHHHHHHAAAIIIIIYYYYAAAGGGGGHHHAAAGGGHHHHH!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs, letting out the incredible feelings pervading her as she felt an orgasm explode in her rectum at the same time one fired through her vagina. She felt as if she were blowing up, sounds blasting in her ears with thunderous loudness, as wave after wave of jerking, spasmodic emotion rolled over her numbly collapsed and shuddering body.
Waves of vaginal syrup poured from her, and it didn't occur to her to move for the moment. She thought they had destroyed her completely from the waist down, and for the moment she was a dead weight on Manny's humping body.
"Wait!" Marsha said to the two brothers. "I can tell neither of you has come, yet. She's all worn out. Pull out of her and use this one," she insisted, pointing at the naked Audrey.
Charlie leaped off Adele, tugging his cock from her asshole with a loud "pop!" Manny eased Adele off him, lowering her to the mattress where she lay, unable to move. Turning to his brother, he said, "This time, you take the cunt, I get the ass."
Charlie nodded and lay down, and Audrey, who had been watching all this fascinated, knew better than to resist. If Adele had managed to take it all without splitting, then she assumed she would be able to handle the two brothers, as well, even if she had never been ass-fucked before. Fortunately Manny's cock was oiled from top to bottom with the heavy secretions that had dripped from Adele's pussy.
Charlie lay down on the bed, and it was Manny's turn to grip Audrey's breasts from behind as he lifted her body over his brother's swollen cock. Audrey was terrified. She shut her eyes, gripped the shoulder of the man lying beneath her. With her other hand, she reached down to guide the man's throbbing cock into the tightness of her cunt. Fortunately, watching the movements of the penises had, while horrifying her, also aroused her body, and as a result, her vagina was not only wide open, but wet. The soft toadstool head slipped right into it as if there were a magnet attached to the back wall of her vagina.
She moaned as the full length slid in and out of her cunt, her body rising and falling. Her movement pushed Charlie further and further back on the bed until his head was hitting the wooden head of the bed. Marsha slipped pillows behind his head, raising it, and little by little as Audrey continued her wild fucking, forcing him to move even further back, he was soon almost sitting up. She wrapped her ankles around the lower part of his back and leaned forward, her feet pressing into the head of the bed to keep either of them from moving anymore. Her asshole seemed to be at the perfect height for Manny, and he leaped behind her, guiding his penile head into the narrowly tight, puckered opening. Charlie reached forward and gripped her ass-cheeks, holding them wide apart, and Manny thrust forward hard, sinking his cock into her ass.
Audrey wanted to shriek the agony was so intense. Pain throbbed through her, and now she understood the kind of agony Adele had endured. But seeing the way Adele had managed to somehow or other come through it, she decided to concentrate for the moment on the cock in her cunt, knowing the pain in her behind would eventually dissipate.
Manny's hands kneaded her buttocks gently as he inched his cock deeper into her tight hole. God! This asshole was really tight! It was as if both these chicks didn't have loose holes anywhere.
Manny's cock was soon all the way inside her, and she began the same kind of movement she had seen Adele doing, pounding down on Charlie's penis while riding up the length of Manny's, and then reversing the procedure. Little by little her anal canal widened. Up and down she rode, feeling herself sliding on two rails at once, her blood pounding and beating in her brain, her head spinning with arousal. The enjoyment was so great, she was unable to tell where it began and where it ended. Did it start in her cunt and move through to her ass, or did it start in her rectum and flood its way through to her vagina? Below her waist she no longer felt as if she were made up of different parts, but rather as if she were a single unit.
They moved faster and faster now, the route within her clear and easy. The pulsing cocks were filled with the need to spit out their own pleasure, this time. They had the action mastered, and they were intent solely on their own enjoyment. Passion roared and raged in the swollen juice-coated veins of their bodies, only Marsh sanely aware of what was going on at the moment, knowing once they got to the Riviera, she would enjoy both brothers together the same way at least once before they separated.
Audrey had never before realized how much she had been missing by being a staid wife, and remaining contented with "ordinary fucking." If the kidnapping had taught her anything, it was that there was more to sex than mere reproduction, and more to having fun at it than simply lying down and letting her husband punch his cock in and out of her cunt a few times.
Manny was the one to cut loose with his ejaculatory blast, first. Unable to restrain himself in the tightness of her rectal tunnel, he fired his load deep and far, washing her colon with his spurts.
"YYYYYEEEEAAAAGGGGGHHHHAAANNNGGGHHHHUUUUNNNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHHHAAAAGGGGHHHHUUUWWWWA-A-AUU-UUNNNNNN-GGG-GHHHHHH!" he bellowed as his seed blasted into her ass.
He pulled out and fell to the side, and Charlie, intent on coming, gripped Audrey tightly and rolled her over onto her back. He swept her thighs back over her shoulders and used her hands to hold them there as he pounded straight down into her cunt, his body trembling and his cock pounding as unbridled release swept over him, at last.
"HHHHHHAAARRRGGGGGHHHHAAAANNNNGGGGHHHHAAAGGGGHHHHHH!" he bellowed.
Now it was Audrey's turn, and she began bucking madly against the spurting penis, until she finally felt her own climax swallow her up.
"EEEEEYYYYYYYAAAAIIIIYYYYYAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHAAANNNNNNGGGHHHHHHAAAUUUUWWWWWWAAAAGGGHHHHAAAANNNNGGGHHHHHHUUUUUNNNNGGGH-H-H-HH!" she shrieked as her blood pounded in her ears.
Marsha was content. She had taken two so-called innocent women and had converted them. Now they would be clamoring for cock, and her final punishment was to withhold all cock from them.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Oddly enough, sex had nothing to do with the capture of the two men and the woman-accomplice. Food turned out to be their undoing.
Marsha had this overpowering desire for pastrami, and as a result took one of the cars that night and drove to the delicatessen in the shopping center where the bank was located. She reasoned she would be safe because except for the deli and the pizzeria, the entire shopping mall was closed.
What Marsha didn't reckon on was being seen in the deli by one of the bank's tellers. Mrs. MacGregor had this hankering for Hebrew National hot dogs, and she and her family had gone there for a meal of knockwurst and beans. She recognized Marsha the moment the heavy woman came in, and she remembered Marsha was supposed to have been a kidnap-victim. If so, what was the woman doing here?
Trusting to her instincts, the woman got to a phone and called the police. When they arrived, Mrs. MacGregor pointed Marsha out to them, and they told her to stay out of sight.
The police quietly followed Marsha back to the house where she was staying with the two men and the kidnapped women. They broke in and arrested the men, finding some sort of clothing for the two naked bank employees.
The police wanted to bring rape charges against the men as well as bank robbery and kidnapping. But the kidnapping itself was good for thirty years for each of them-without parole, so neither Adele nor Audrey cared to press the rape charge. Besides, the two of them wouldn't admit it to anyone but themselves, but it would have been wrong to have the men sent to prison for giving them so much pleasure.
