Chapter 3
For the fourth time that night, Rona woke from a fitful nightmare. For the fourth time she didn't realize where she was until the firmness of the mattress and the softness of the blanket around her naked skin reminded her of what had happened earlier.
By now she was terribly confused. She lay there in the darkness, staring up and seeing nothing, wondering about the right and the wrong of all that had transpired. At first she'd thought Joan Sumner to be crazy. The woman had pressed her own naked body against that of Rona's, and Rona hadn't been able to determine, what, if any, kind of pleasure could be received from such an action. Then, when Joan had ground her hips back and forth so obscenely, Rona had felt that strange titillation at that sensitive point where her vagina began. She'd never realized what kind of feelings could emanate from there. It had been a new, totally different sensation. And much as she'd hated to admit it, Rona had liked it. She'd liked it even more when Joan Sumner had buried her face between Rona's thighs and Rona could feel the woman's tongue wildly licking away at that same spot until Rona was completely overwhelmed by a perception she'd never known before. It swept over her like a huge tidal wave, carrying her to the highest peak of inner sensation she'd ever known. And when it was over, she felt as weak as a fish out of water. All she had been able to do was lie there and think about the feeling.
She'd never noticed what Joan and Bob Man-set were doing. She didn't care. All that mattered was the wild, insane feeling still tingling through her arteries, veins, and nerve centers.
She was smart enough to realize she'd had her first sexual experience, even if it was with a female. She was also smart enough to know this would not be the end of it. Joan Sumner had this fetish for sex with other women. Now that she'd latched onto Rona, she wouldn't let go until she finished using her. Hadn't Manset said something about her having used other girls?
That was another thing: Where were those other girls, now? Had they been killed when Joan Sumner had finished with them?
The thought made Rona shiver. Somehow, in some way, at the first opportunity, she'd have to leave this place. But not right now. At the moment, she was too tired to even think straight, much less actually get out of bed and try to run away. No, she had to regain her strength, first.
Whatever Joan Sumner had in mind, Rona knew the woman would not be in any hurry to carry it to a final conclusion. Not yet. She, Rona, was still a virgin. If Mrs. Sumner could be read correctly, there was no doubt she intended being present at the innocent girl's defloration.
Yet Bob Manset had assured her, her maidenhead would not be taken against her will. Smiling, Rona turned over in the large bed, pulling the covers high around her bare, white shoulders. If the Sumner woman intended waiting for Rona's permission before seeing her virginity taken, she had a long wait. Rona had no intention of willingly surrendering her virgin pussy to any man, unless he was her lawful husband, and they were alone, without a third party looking on. And then she was asleep again.
While Rona fell into a fitful sleep, Joan Sumner, awake in her bedroom, was talking to Bob Manset. Both lay naked in Joan's huge bed. Manset didn't exactly hate sharing the woman's bed with her, but he didn't like having to be there at her beck and call, at all hours of the day or night Still, his body wasn't his own to do with as he pleased.
Though he'd told Rona about Joan Sumner's having "sponsored" other men, he was the only real male in whom she'd taken any lasting interest Being a near genius, he had been graduated from college while in his late teens, and had gone to law school almost immediately. Before his twenty-first birthday, he had completed his studies and had been hired by the law firm that had handled all of Joan Sumner's husband's legal problems. It was while he was working in the law office, that Joan, along with her husband, had visited the firm and she had spotted him. While the Senator had gone to see the firm's senior partner, Joan had started talking with the young Manset, and before he'd realized it, Bob had found himself agreeing to meet her after work, at a little bar just outside the village.
Less than a month after the affair had started, the Senator had died, and Manset, seeing his big chance, had "consoled" the widow constantly, hoping for a possible marriage at the time. But Joan Sumner had had enough marriage to last her the rest of her life. She confided to Manset that she had Lesbian tendencies, but hadn't dared give in to her impulses lest her husband find out and divorce her. But now her husband was dead, and the feelings she'd kept repressed for so long seemed to surge forward, and she had decided to surrender to them. And if Manset assisted her in finding pure, sweet, innocent, preferably virgin girls, she would take him out of the law firm and set him up privately. And though the firm would continue handling her business matters, Manset could, if he obeyed orders, handle all her personal matters. The sum she offered to pay him was more than he'd ever hope to make as a member of the law firm. Manset knew she was buying his cock more than anything else. Despite her claims of Lesbianism, he knew she liked straight action more than occasionally. Like the proverbial barroom door, she swung both ways. She liked him, not only for his good looks-and he was damn good-looking-but for the way he performed. Like an oversized bunny, he had a natural penchant for fucking. All during high school and college, he'd had girls fall madly in love with him, and become even more entranced with him after being royally laid. He seemed to be able to move his huge, thick cock more expertly than professional studs. Just why other men were not as capable was something he would never be able to understand. Fucking was something that came naturally to all creatures, human or otherwise. He had performed naturally, and so wondered why other men were not equally capable. Still, because they couldn't match his natural expertise, Bob Man-set was able to completely charm Joan Sumner, now the most powerful person in the village of Sumner. And because she was wise enough to let him use his natural fucking abilities on other women, he never had the desire to break away from her. As long as Joan Sumner paid the bills and let him occasionally get his rocks off with other chicks, Manset had no intention of running away from his goose with the golden eggs.
"She liked it," Joan Sumner was saying, sitting up in the bed with the cover in her lap, her proud bare breasts jutting out. "She liked it just as all the others liked it. She'll go on liking it. You'll see. Soon I'll have her begging for you to cop her cherry, just as all the others begged you."
"You really enjoy it when I break them, don't you," Manset noted, lighting a cigarette. "I love it," Joan nodded, a gleam in her eyes. "Why?" Manset wanted to know.
"I love watching them all hot and bothered, begging for physical release, and then the contorted looks on their faces when they feel the pain as you shove that hard cock into their virgin cunts, tearing their hymens apart. The surprised look of pain filling their eyes makes me feel good."
"Once again, suppose you tell me why."
"I think I've already said enough," she snapped as he drew in a lungful of smoke and exhaled.
"Why do you have this passionate hate for sweet, innocent virgins?"
"It's not just sweet, innocent virgins," Joan assured him. "It's those wide-eyed, pure-looking ones, with faces like Barbie Dolls. Those are the ones I hate."
"You admit hating them, then," Manset noted, taking another puff.
"With all my heart," Joan nodded.
"Why, what did they ever do to you?"
"It's something that happened back in my childhood," she said, quietly.
"Tell me about it," Manset spoke, crushing out the cigarette.
She sighed, looked at him, then nodded and said, "Okay. Why not? I came from a poor family. My childhood was no different from that of most girls. I mean, I grew up, went to school, and even finished high school. But it was in high school that I met Mildred. Not Millie, mind you, but Mildred. For reasons we never discovered until it was too late for me, Mildred, a rich, snooty girl, had left private school and was going to public high school. Mildred had the look of a pure, innocent lamb. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, and all the fellows in all the classes were crazy about her. But Mildred wanted nothing to do with them. At first we put it down to upper-class snootiness. We'd have been a lot better off if Mildred had simply been a snob.
"It was in the shower room next to the girls' locker room that I learned why Mildred didn't like boys. She liked girls. And for some reason, she seemed to find me singularly attractive. And when she approached me in the shower, when the two of us were alone, and she put hands on me, instead of yelling I let her fondle me. I mean, we were all envious of Mildred, and here she was, suddenly paying attention to me when she ignored everyone else. Not only that, but she was touching me, and I admit I liked the way she touched me, I liked it a lot.
"Outside the shower room, she treated me no differently from all the others, but everyday, after gym class, we'd wait around until all the other girls had left, and then we'd play with one another in the shower. It was Mildred who taught me cunnilingus, first performing it on me, then making me go down on her. And it was she who copped my cherry very painfully, using a dildo that would pale your prick into complete insignificance. But after a while, I learned to love that dildo. And when Mildred saw how much I enjoyed it, she knew I would understand how much she, too, would enjoy it. And so one afternoon, on a Saturday, we met a few blocks from the school, and she sneaked me into her house.
And there, I strapped on the dildo for the first time and I fucked her. I fucked her as solidly as any man, and she loved every bit of it.
"Then Mildred insisted I fuck her every day in the shower room, after which she would fuck or suck me. But on the last gym day of school, we were caught in the shower by the gym teacher. She saw me fucking Mildred, and when Mildred saw her, she began yelling and screaming and swearing I was the one who had forced her to do what she was doing. And since Mildred's parents had all the money, the school naturally believed her. That was when I learned Mildred had been thrown out of the private girls' school for being a dyke, but the high school didn't want to hear it.
"Since it was the end of my senior year, the high school let me finish and be graduated, but it wasn't long before word got around that I was preying on sweet, innocent girls like Mildred. All my friends shied away from me, and the boys began laughing at me, telling me how foolish I was to use a rubber dildo when I could have all the real cock I wanted. I became a laughing stock, and soon word got back to my parents. Eventually we were forced to move out of the neighborhood, with my own parents believing I had led the poor sweet innocent girl into a life of sin."
"And so because of this you pick on all girls who look innocent and virginal," Manset noted.
"I hate their goody-two-shoes manners, and their pure, wide-eyed innocence. They're no better than anyone else, even if they think they are. They believe they can do whatever they want, and not only get away with it, but blame others for whatever may happen. Do you know why the Senator married me? He said I was the first real woman he'd ever known. He had been led to one Miss Purity after another. After all, sweet, sugary girls were good for his image. When he met me, he was surprised. I didn't fawn all over him. I didn't behave cutesie, and I didn't behave like a spoiled brat. D'you know why he finally married me? I gave him the best blowjob he'd ever had. Oh he'd been around, and he'd had his share of high-class whores, but none of them went at it with the verve and gusto I displayed. I made him think he was the greatest cocksman in the world, praising his prick, telling him he used it better than any other man I'd ever known. I made no secret about my having known other men before him. I didn't want a thing to be held over my head, later on. The Senator knew everything. And he was glad I told him. And when I married him, I flaunted it in the face of my parents. You see, Mildred had finally been caught with another girl, and the other girl's parents weren't afraid of publicity. They gave the story to the newspapers. And when my parents read about it, they realized I was the one wronged and not the one who'd done the wronging. They'd done me an injustice, and they damn well knew there was no way they could make it up to me. I laughed at them on my wedding day and told them I never wanted to see them again."
"If Mildred got what was coming to her," Manset asked, "why pick on this girl."
"Rona, and all the girls before and after her, are reincarnations of Mildred. Mildred killed herself, you see. Each time I see a sweet, wide-eyed innocent face, it's Mildred reborn. Mildred has to pay for making me suffer. Mildred has to be degraded again and again. She has to do everything sexual, both homosexual and heterosexual. I intend making sure she continues being degraded."
"And while you have Rona here, you still want me to go out and find another innocent girl?" Manset wanted to know.
"You'd better believe it," Joan nodded. "You see, if I have two of them here at once, then Mildred, reincarnated twice, can actually violate herself when each of the girls eats the other. First tiling Monday, you go out and find another one."
"You're the boss," Manset nodded.
"As long as you remember that," she smiled, caressing his erection, feeling it grow proud, hard and stiff. "Well continue getting along . . . as long as you realize I give the orders. I can suck your cock without worrying about feeling any kind of degradation."
"Be my guest," Manset nodded.
Like a swooping vulture, the woman fell forward, her mouth wide open, and she swallowed two-thirds of Manset's nine inches. Her tongue pressed hard against the hot, stiff poker of flesh, massaging the underside with tremendous pressure as the rich, purple mushroom cap filled the back of her throat. Her lips encircled the phallic rod tightly, pressing hard, squeezing as she sucked, and all the while one hand cupped his heavy balls, crushing them, while the other hand gripped his majestic staff at the base, rubbing up and down as hard as she could in time to the way her head bobbed up and down. Her short silver-streaked brown hair flew wildly from side to side, and the very sight of her circling lips made Manset shudder with arousal Her lips were thin, but they had a way of looking more sexy than any cunt when they surrounded his erect hardness as they did at that moment. He couldn't control himself. Her bloated cheeks made him lose the last vestige of self-control, and he unleashed a powerful barrage deep into her hungering throat, feeling the soft pulpiness press against his spongy cockhead as if it were a jellied mass completely engulfing him. Again and again he fired, seeing her revel in the taste of his sperm. And then, just as quickly as it had begun, it was all over.