Chapter 2
Rona had stripped off her clothes and had gotten into the hot tub as a preventive measure, more than anything else. The chill night air had caused an uneasiness in her chest, and she wanted wet heat as quickly as possible. She no longer cared why the village matriarch was taking an interest in her. All she cared about was keeping her health. She assumed she would still have to go to work the following Monday, and she had to be healthy.
The hot water soaked into her body, working out all the aches and pains, making the nightmare at the police station almost a forgotten incident. She still couldn't figure out how those policemen could make such an obvious error, especially after having seen her working at the diner these past weeks. One had even questioned her, and she'd lied, telling him she was twenty. When she hadn't been able to produce anything written to back up her statement, the policeman had told her to forget it.
The water in the tub was becoming tepid. It was time to get out and dry up. She was certain Mrs. Sumner might want to speak with her any moment, now.
Getting out of the tub, she wrapped herself in a huge, oversized white towel, luxuriating in the fluffy feeling against her tender skin. She had been careful not to let her hair get wet. It was pinned into an upsweep on top of her head.
With the towel still wrapped around her, she walked into the bedroom where she'd left her clothing on the bed. But her clothes were gone, the bedroom door was shut, and now she saw the slender woman, wearing a white robe, standing across the room
"Y-you startled me," she said to Joan, clutching the towel more tightly around her.
"You're modest," Joan observed, seeing the way she held the towel "That's the first thing you'll have to learn to forget. In this house there's no false modesty."
"I'm afraid I don't follow you," Rona replied.
"The towel, dear girl. The towel. Drop it. I want to see what you look like."
"No," Rona replied, shaking her head.
"It might be wise to listen to Mrs. Sumner," the voice of Bob Manset said, and Rona turned to see him standing near the dresser.
"But.. . I mean . . . I can't expose myself just like that," Rona replied, terror creeping into her slender body.
"You mean you're not used to it," Manset nodded. "But you'll get used to it The others did, and you will, too."
"No!" Rona all but screamed, clutching the towel as if her life depended on remaining covered.
"Strip her!" Joan Sumner ordered, not wanting to bother wasting words.
"Oh please don't," Rona begged, backing away as Manset approached her. "Look, just let me get dressed and leave. I won't, say anything about this."
"To whom?" Manset asked, coming closer. "The police certainly wouldn't believe you if you did talk. Neither would anyone else in the village. If you left here, it would be to return to the police station, and from there to Juvenile Hall, and eventually you'd be convicted of streetwalking and end up in a girls' reformatory."
"But I never solicited anyone," Rona began crying.
"Who'll believe you?" Manset asked, coming closer. "Rona, I've checked you out very carefully. Over the past three weeks, I've managed to piece together your entire life, ever since you were pointed out to us. You have exactly one relative, a stuffy, overly religious brother who doesn't give a damn what happens to you. You came here to get away from him and people like him. Well you can make an entirely new life for yourself here, provided you do as you're told. But let me tell you right now, whether or not you do things willingly, you'll do them. You'll do exactly as Mrs. Sumner says because you'll find it's easier than fighting her."
'Tm getting out of here," Rona screamed.
"Like that, clad only in a towel? No Rona, you'll do precisely what you're told to do, and the sooner you realize that, the sooner we're all going to get along."
Manset reached out and grabbed the towel.
"No!" Rona screamed, clutching it tightly. "You're crazy, both of you."
"Perhaps," Joan Sumner nodded. "But we enjoy our craziness. And you will too, after awhile."
She approached Rona from the other side, and in holding up a hand to ward the woman off, Rona eased the hold she had on the towel. Man-set yanked hard, and away it came.
The girl screamed, covering her breasts with one hand and her fulcrum with the other. Her eyes, normally very large, were even wider with horror as the two stood there, looking at her.
"She's perfect," Joan Sumner agreed. "You chose well, Robert. There'll be a bonus for you. "Now suppose you warm her up for me."
"What are you going to do?" Rona babbled. "Don't come near me. Don't hurt me."
"No," Manset told her. "No one is going to hurt you. In fact, after awhile you'll probably find all this very pleasant. The more you fight me, the harder it'll be. Just do as I tell you and you'll be all right."
"Oh God!" Rona cried, backing away toward the bed. "You're going to rape me, and then kill me."
"No," Manset assured her. "No one's going to rape you, certainly not in the sense you think. And as for killing you, that's ridiculous. That'd be the biggest waste of woman-flesh I've ever known. But stop fighting me."
"I can't," Rona cried, feeling the bed touch her legs, realizing she couldn't back away any further. "Please don't hurt me, for God's sake."
"I wouldn't dream of hurting you," Manset mumbled, hypnotically, coming closer, seeing her body shiver with fright. Her tits shook, moving deliriously up and down, making him salivate.
Manset realized he wanted her, and he wanted her badly. Only Joan Sumner's rein on him held him in check, otherwise he would have raped the girl then and there.
He was standing right next to her now, looking into her large brown eyes, and the very fear in them made the heat in him grow even hotter. He wanted to fuck this young thing. He wanted to fuck her front, rear, and everywhere. His hand reached out to touch her face, and she screamed as his fingers touched her cheek.
"Relax," he muttered, himself trembling, fighting to keep himself under control
"Don't hurt me," she begged, suddenly throwing her body against his, pressing her large, swollen breasts into his chest. He could feel her nipples digging through the cloth of his shirt as his arms went around her, clutching her tightly to him. He could feel her body heat coming through, and when she turned her face up to his, his lips came down on hers. She tried pulling back, but Manset just kept moving forward, and suddenly the two of them were falling, tumbling onto the bed. Manset was on top and could feel her tits push even harder against him as his weight came down on her. , Rona's thighs parted as she fell, and when her buttocks hit the mattress she suddenly realized she had the weight of Manset's crotch pressing into her cunt. She could feel a strange, different kind of hardness pressing through his trousers, rubbing itself against her wet split. The zipper hurt a bit, pulling her hairs, but overpowering the pain was the sensation of the hardness moving up and down in her hot, heretofore untouched crack. She was making his pants wet, but he didn't seem to notice. His mouth was on hers, stifling any scream, cutting off her breath, pulling her tongue from her own mouth and sucking on it. His teeth were actually biting into her tongue, and then, when she finally managed to pull her tongue back into her mouth, she felt his own tongue probing, rubbing her gums, counting her teeth, lining the insides of her lips.
Rona was so terrified she forgot to struggle. For a moment she lay there limply, letting his tongue search her mouth, feeling his chest press against her enlarging nipples, and feeling that odd hardness pressing between her thighs, causing her to water all the more and make his pants even wetter.
"That's enough, Robert," the voice of Joan Sumner broke in. "She belongs to me, now."
With tremendous difficulty, Bob Manset took his body from Rona's, exposing her supine self to Joan's eyes. The older woman stared at Rona's wet, juicing twat, admiring the rich pinkness barely showing beneath the jungle of dark curls.
Like Manset, Joan was salivating, staring hungrily at the girl's full, voluptuous torso.
While Manset had been wrestling with Rona, Joan had taken the opportunity to undress, and now Rona stared at the slim, almost thin body above hers, with small, firm breasts jutting out, barely sagging. The woman's flesh was hardly wrinkled. Her waist was narrow, even narrower than Rona's, but her hips, thighs, and calves were fuller, revealing Joan to be better built than most women twenty years younger than she.
"No," Rona screamed, turning and twisting in an attempt to avoid the approaching Joan.
But Bob Manset had anticipated her resistance, and from the other side of the bed was now pinning her shoulders to the mattress with his hands, holding her firmly down. Rona could barely move her head, much less her body, and she saw Joan coming closer.
"Don't be frightened," the older woman whispered. "I don't want to hurt you. I want you to enjoy everything, and learn to enjoy giving as well as receiving."
"It's wrong," Rona wept. "It's a sin."
"Who says so?" Joan asked. "Where in the Bible does it state the sinfulness of two women enjoying one another? Two men, yes. But there is nothing about two women. You and I are women, Rona. Don't fight me."
"But my brother and the priest both said . . . "
"You ran away from your brother, Rona. Why?"
"He . . . was too . . . strict . . . too overbearing . . . "
"And now you want to fall back on the very things you've run away from? Listen to me, Rona," Joan whispered, her face very close to the terrified girl. "Do as I say, and let me do as I please, and I promise you'll never be sorry. There have been three girls before you. All three still live here. All three have high-paying jobs, and all three are free to leave any time they wish. When they came here they were as naive as you, yet not one would trade what she knows now for her former existence."
"It's corrupt," Rona whimpered.
"Then who is to say such corruption isn't pleasant? Rona, no one will violate your inner body for as long as you so wish. But I'm determined to love you, and I'm just as determined to have you love me. I tell you right now, you will eventually love me. I don't mean you will do physical things. I mean you will come to emotionally love me, just as the other three have learned. The only question with you is, how long will you take?"
"Please," Rona sobbed. "I'm a good girl. I never hurt anyone. I don't even know what you really want."
"Of course you don't," Joan assured her, letting a slender hand move across Rona's body, her palm smoothly rubbing Rona's nipples. She was pleased to see the nubs semi-erect, which meant despite her fear, Rona was capable of being aroused. "If you knew what I wanted you wouldn't be the innocent girl I so desperately need. Don't ask why. Rona. All I know is, I must feel as if I'm contaminating the purity of a true virgin, like yourself. Now we've talked enough. It's time for us to enjoy one another."
"Oh no," Rona wailed, and her moan was cut off as Joan's lips were pressed against hers.
Rona's arms and shoulders were still pinned by Bob Manset, and though she tried whipping her head from side to side, Joan locked her mouth to Rona's lips, licking them with. her tongue, breathing hot air against them, while pressing her own taut body against Rona's full tits, thrilling to the sensation of the younger girl's nipples as they raked her own flesh. The fullness of Rona's breasts, pushing against her, cushioning her body, made Joan feel even hotter. These were untouched breasts being defiled for the first time, and the knowledge that she was doing the vitiating made Joan burn with excitement. It had been many, many months since she'd touched a girl this pure.
Rona tried kicking, but Joan was firmly between her thighs. She, too, could feel the pebble hardness of the older woman's extended nipples as she rubbed her body against hers, and though she attempted to close her mind to what was happening, Rona, despite the pressure of Bob Manset's arms on her shoulders, was beginning to feel a strange heat working its way into her.
She shuddered and gasped as she felt Joan Sumner's hairy crotch press into hers. She writhed in an attempt to get out from under the woman, but it only served to increase the friction against her groin. The bristles on the older woman's pelvis were scrubbing against Rona's now sopping pussy, and each time Joan rubbed a bit harder, Rona felt a bolt of lightning blast through her.
Gasping, Rona opened her mouth, hoping to draw in some air, but all she got was a mouthful of the older woman's tongue. The tongue, like Bob Manset's earlier, explored the cavern of her mouth as if seeking some hidden treasure.
Joan changed her position just the slightest, and suddenly Rona felt strange, wet, bumpy flesh rubbing between her thighs. Joan had maneuvered her clitoris so that it pressed against Rona's, and the younger girl felt charged, as if electricity was shooting through her. The two extended clits now seemed to be seeking one another, rubbing hard, turning bright red with blood filling both.
Joan was already going into mild paroxysms, as if in the throes of tiny epileptic fits. Her body churned and bucked against Rona's, and all the younger girl could do was lie there, unable to move without increasing the rousing sensations shooting through her own body.
"Wonderful," Joan whispered, lifting her mouth from Rona's. "You won't admit it, but I can feel your body responding. Yes, you're learning to enjoy this. You won't admit it just yet, but eventually, when you open your mind, you'll realize there is no sin in permitting your body to indulge itself in the utmost of physical pleasure. The real sin is in self-denial."
"Please, please," Rona whimpered softly, afraid to scream. "Don't do these things to me, they're wrong."
"No, dear girl," Manset told her, staring upside down into her eyes. "As Mrs. Sumner will prove, the only wrong thing is denying your body what it deserves."
"Kiss her, Robert," Joan ordered.
With his arms still holding her shoulders against the mattress, Manset lowered his face to Rona's and once again began probing into her mouth with his tongue, as if trying to find something Joan Sumner's tongue might have missed. He was pleasantly surprised to feel a mild response on the part of the girl. She wouldn't admit it, he knew, but even though her mind was still refusing to accept what was happening, her body was responding in the predicted manner.
Rona lay there, her eyes shut, completely unaware her tongue was dueling with Manset's. She was whispering a few prayers in the hope she might wake up in her bed at the boarding house, finding this all to be a bad dream.
She shivered as she felt hot, moist lips, as well as a flicking tongue move across her throat. She'd have squeezed her chin against her body had Bob Manset not had her mouth pressed to his. The darting tongue seemed to flick in and out, making spotted patterns along her breast bone. She squirmed and writhed as the mouth worked lower. She knew the lips were going to fasten on at least one of her nipples, and a moment later she felt the lips surround the extended, sensitive pinkness making her squirm all the more as hot moisture rubbed her flesh.
Rona was unaware of orgasms. As a "good girl" she had never learned about sex, and so knew nothing about climactic feelings. Therefore, she was unaware of just what it was that overpowered her as the lips and tongue continued pressuring her nipple while the woman's wet center continued rubbing against her own moist pussy. She suddenly found herself sucking wildly on Manset's tongue, and though his hands still held her shoulders down she was clenching her fists. Her lower half literally bucked, lifting Joan Sumner about a half inch off the bed, and the very action caused a reaction in the older woman, who had been enjoying an endless series of minor orgasms. Realizing Rona was experiencing one, Joan became even more aroused and felt her first big climax of the night take hold. It whipped through her with the speed of a violent cyclone.
This was going to be the best of the lot, she thought. Yes, Rona would eventually come around and become better than all three of the others, combined. She had to taste every part of this girl.
She began sliding down, licking with her tongue, nibbling the other nipple for a moment, then working on the young girl's flat abdomen. She formed squiggly, moist patterns all over the girl's belly, and she noticed Rona wasn't fighting quite as strongly. There was still some resistance. There had to be. The girl's religious training was still ingrained and strong.
Rona felt the weight of Bob Manset's hands leave her shoulders, though his lips remained clamped against hers. She knew she might be able to shove him now, and she might even be able to push Mrs. Sumner away, but long before she could get to the door they'd be on her and holding her down again. Better to let them finish their unholy sin, and then perhaps they'd let her go.
Manset's tongue continued twining around hers, and she found herself involuntarily clasping the back of his head. She shuddered once as his hands reached out and began tweaking her nipples while he continued kissing her. That, combined with the mouth now at her navel, was making her feel emotions she'd never known to exist before. Whether they were right or wrong, they were certainly different. And since Mrs. Sumner had promised her inner body wouldn't be violated, that her cherry would remain intact, Rona thought it best to let them finish having their way.
Now, as Manset's tongue licked her gums and his fingers caused static to shoot through each nipple, Rona squirmed and Joan Sumner's face pressed more deeply into her body, licking through her dark forest of curly pubic hairs.
What was the woman about to do? Rona wondered.
An instant later, she had the answer as the teasing, lapping tongue lapped against her tender pussylips. She shuddered, trying to close her thighs, but Joan Sumner's body was keeping them spread wide apart. The slithery tongue pressed the flaps of her virgin pathway farther and farther apart. A warm, liquid stickiness came seeping from her burning cunt, and the lunging tongue licked it all up. Then the hot, tantalizing oral digit knifed between her slick labia, literally slurping up and down, sucking all the juices from the hair-ringed furrow. The knowledgeable tongue speared and plunged between the ultra-sensitive walls of her tantalized cunt, urging more and more seepage from it. Then the tongue came sliding out and pressed against the upstanding clit, and Rona felt as if a forest fire had blazed its way through her. Hard, pressuring lips surrounded the sensitive nubbin, pressing it, rubbing it, sucking it, lapping it, until the sensitive pearl of feeling was firmly, but gently, gripped between two teeth. Then the teeth began chewing, slowly, carefully, fully aware of how sensitive the teardrop-shaped extension felt
And then the working lips were pursing and releasing her clit so her tongue could once again part Rona's slick labia. Rona felt warm air being breezily blown into her blazing channel, and bounced when once again, the slick tongue knifed in and slurped out all the juices. This sent erotic messages to her entire body, and now she completely relaxed, surrendering herself to the wild, crazy sensations she was enjoying.
Once again, fingers began squeezing her nipples, pressing them with just enough pressure to build a new wave of heat into her virgin body. Manset's palms carefully stroked the nut-shaped points while he gently kissed her in the valley between her tits. He caressed her with practiced experience, and her already inflamed self was fast becoming a blazing inferno. These were sensations Rona had never had the slightest inkling existed, before.
The man's working tongue lapped across her body, touching one nipple, then returning to the other, seeing each had equal attention, so that each could stand up to its full length. And the whole time, Rona continued massaging the back of his neck, almost pulling him down. Her instincts now had complete control of her, shutting off the switches controlling her reason, her morals and her upbringing. Her environment had been completely overpowered. Her conscience had been temporarily lulled to sleep.
Her thighs were wide apart now, and if she could have parted them further, she would have. That unnerving tongue, probing into her steaming snatch, was almost as effective as a hot, hard penis. She wasn't being raped, but the experience of that tongue moving in and out of her flaming hole made her wish she could be raped.
No wonder women were so anxious to surrender their virginity. No wonder so many families had lots of children. Since feeling it, this was something she knew she'd never again be able to do without. All those religious married women who didn't believe in contraception were willing to have huge families just so they could go on enjoying these very sensations.
And who suppressed a woman's being able to enjoy these emotions? Men, of course. It was all right for them to go out and enjoy themselves to the fullest, often cheating on their wives, but it was sinful, according to these same men, for an unmarried girl to entertain thoughts of such enjoyment
A whole new world had been opened up to Rona. Sin? Perhaps. But if that were the case, quite a few so-called religious bluenoses committed similar sins, hiding it. She'd seen more than one pillar of the village community meet with a "working girl" at the diner. She'd shut her mind to it at the time because her mind refused to let her think evil of any so-called good man.
If this was sin, then Rona would be a sinner, because now, as one mouth sucked on her nipples and another licked her cunt, she had to admit she liked what she felt. She understood why Mrs. Sumner enjoyed sex so much, though she still couldn't comprehend why the woman had the urge to pick on innocent girls.
No matter, this wasn't the time to think of whys and wherefores. This was the time to enjoy. As promised, there had been no pain. In fact, not only had they not hurt her, but they had asked nothing of her. They had made her the recipient of this total pleasure.
Her loins pressed hard against the older woman's face, her hot cunt thrilling to the slurping tongue making its way in and out of her. The woman was eagerly sucking Rona's flaming, sopping pussy, and Rona was responding to the tonguing by grinding her hips wildly, thrusting her pubis at the woman's eager face.
Convulsions began shooting off inside her twitching cunt. They enlarged inside her, building from that hidden recess deep within, and now they began coming to the fore, swelling to a huge version of the little feelings she'd been experiencing earlier.
Bob Manset stopped kissing her and released the hold he'd had on her nipples. He caressed her brow, seeing the fevered look in her eyes, knowing what was about to happen.
Rona heaved her center up again and again, knowing the feeling was coming and there was no way she could hold it back. She was birthing irregularly, hoarse gulps coming from her throat as she coughed, yielding herself totally and completely to this oncoming, overpowering ecstasy. Her mouth split in a wide grin as she began wailing like a female wildcat.
"Waaaaaaawwwaaw . . . eeeeyaahhhhhh," her voice issued forth, sounding like some demon from hell. The uncontrollable pulsations of climax began throbbing within her, and suddenly her vaginal muscles, never before used, began expanding and contracting at an eye-blinking rate. She writhed and twisted until she suddenly found herself blasting off the top of the mountain, shooting straight up into the air, and then plunging down into the abyss of eternal satisfaction. Her thighs bounced wildly, slamming the rubbery buttocks of her small, luscious ass into the bed's thick foam-rubber mattress, while the older woman's mouth continued sucking strongly at her slavering nookie.
"Don't stop," she heard a voice scream. "Don't stop. Oh God! Don't stop!" And suddenly she realized it was she who was screaming.
"Oh sweet Jesus!" she whimpered finally, sinking into the mattress, letting her thighs open.
The last bit of satisfaction had been coaxed from her by Joan Sumner's expert tongue as it darted and probed deeply into her womanly tunnel, insatiably squeezing every last bit of feeling from her orgasmic pit.
Rona lay there, a limp, washed-out rag, unable to move. She felt her muscles completely relaxing, and knew there was nothing she could do but lie there, nor was there anything she wanted to do.
"Robert," she heard a hoarse voice call out, and turning her head, saw Joan Sumner crawling up onto the bed next to her, saliva dripping from her mouth.
"Yes Joan," Manset responded, and turning her head, Rona could see Manset was undressing. "I'm corning," he was saying.
Tired as she was, Rona was unable to close her eyes. She watched as Manset undressed before her, and when he stripped off his pants she stared at the huge log he sported. She knew men had a penis between their thighs. She'd seen a picture of Michelangelo's David, once. But the statue had a small, wormy-looking thing. This was a thick, long, hard bit of stiffness, and Rona couldn't believe the man could walk around attached to such a monster.
"Fuck me, now," Joan yelled, her thighs spread wide apart.
She watched Manset mount the older woman, poise his throbbing cock between her thighs, and then plunge it straight in. She listened as Joan actually sighed, accepting the full length of the thick pole, all the way into her cunt. Rona could see the massive truncheon riding all the way in, right up to the hilt.
Rona felt the bed bounce wildly as Manset plunged his solid meat into the woman again and again, ramming it in as if he actually hoped to hurt her. In fact, from where Rona lay, it looked like the man was actually trying to spike her down to the mattress with his hard, heavy nail. He plunged in violently again and again, but Joan was meeting him thrust for thrust, their bodies slamming against one another in a mad, insane beat.
"Fuck harder, fuck harder, fuck harder," Joan murmured in cadence to the way he was slamming his hard cock into her.
The woman was sighing in ecstatic pleasure, apparently relieved at the way he was hurtling his tree trunk into her. To Rona, Manset's ass seemed to be moving with the speed of lightning as it vibrated back and forth. And that hard prick of his looked to be so long, Rona was certain Joan had the meat pressing into her belly, by now.
And yet, Joan seemed to be in the same position Rona had been in only minutes before. On her back, her ass bouncing on the bed, she was straining to part her thighs all the wider to accept the full length and breadth of Manset's driving prick. Finally unable to open her thighs any wider, Joan gave up and wrapped them tightly around Manset's waist. She tugged hard, pulling him into her, her heels kicking into the air.
Manset rammed into her all the more fiercely, running his rigid cock deeper and deeper. He was panting now, a little short of breath as her thighs inexorably tightened around him like two anacondas squeezing a helpless victim.
"You fuck better each time," she wheezed, bouncing in continual rhythm to the way he threw his hard meat into her, luxuriating in the way he hammered into her again and again.
Joan loved Manset's cock. Her husband hadn't been much of a lover in his last few years, and when the man had died, Joan had taken on a whole slew of male lovers, but none had been satisfactory. Then she had gone to Juvenile Court one day, and there she had seen Bob Manset, a straggling young apprentice attorney, just about twenty years old. He had been so utterly uncorrupt and handsome, she'd had to meet him, and once she had, she'd decided she'd had to be fucked by him.
Luring him into her bed had proved no problem at all. Keeping him there had been another matter. She'd had to turn all her law business over to him, and Bob Manset, struggling young apprentice attorney, suddenly became the most powerful lawyer in the village of Sumner.
The first time she'd seen his immense cock, she'd decided it had to belong to her. She knew, in order to keep him, she'd have to let him exercise so mighty a weapon on other women, as well, but it would be reserved mainly for her. She'd felt it fill her cunt to its deepest depth, as well as fill her rectum. And she often swallowed it, thrilling to its two and a quarter inches of solid breadth. Although she'd never measured its length, she knew it was close to nine inches long.
Now she began bouncing all the more wildly, fucking her body all the way up, letting her flaming cunt swallow the entire length of his bludgeoning cock. It pounded into her over and over, building her to the ultimate crisis. Even then, she tried bringing it on more quickly, but couldn't. With her heels hooked around him, she clung tenaciously to him, waiting for the inevitable, and it finally arrived when Manset unleashed a load of boiling gism deep into her womb, torrents of the hot white goo filling her cunt as the huge meat spur blasted into her again and again. It set her off, and she had her wildest orgasm of the evening, actually blacking out for a few moments. And then she lay there, spent, his thick meat inside her, shrinking, but oh so comforting.