Chapter 5
Terrified and horrified, Rona ran through the house until she came to the room assigned to her as her bedroom Once inside, she slammed the door. She noticed there was no lock on the bedroom door. Nor was there a lock on the bathroom door. There was nowhere she could hide from that horrible woman.
Breathlessly, Rona cowered in a corner of her bedroom, kneeling on the floor, hoping the room was too dark for her to be seen when the woman came in looking for her. She began fervently praying for the first time in years, hoping God would find a way out for her.
Time passed very slowly. Minutes dragged into hours and Rona realized Joan Sumner was not going to come looking for her. She didn't have to. There was nowhere Rona could go.
Finally Rona stood up, feeling the muscles in her legs painfully argue about her having knelt in so uncomfortable a position for such a long time. Shivering, the girl lay down on the bed and covered herself. And once again she fell into a light sleep.
She was awakened some hours later by Bob Manset coming into her room. It was already dark out, and at first she didn't recognize the young attorney. She started when he reached out and touched her shoulder, and he had to speak to reassure her.
"Oh," she murmured, calming down. "It's you. I didn't know who you might be. She's such a horrible person. How can you allow yourself to be subservient to her?"
"Actually," Manset told her, "she's not at all horrible. She can be quite nice, as long as she gets her way."
"If she'd have told you to rape me, last night, you would have?" Rona asked, clutching the bedcover tightly around her.
"Probably," Manset agreed. "But she would never allow me to rape you. She is the kind of woman who insists everyone enjoy what she enjoys. And since she enjoys sex, she insists you and I enjoy it. Now if I raped you, you wouldn't enjoy it, would you?"
"Do you know what she wanted me to do?" Rona asked.
"I know," Manset nodded. "I've done it to her hundreds of times, and to be truthful, I enjoy doing it."
"How can you enjoy touching a woman in such a dirty place with your mouth?" Rona wanted to know.
"Dirty?" Manset asked. "What makes you think the area is dirty? As a matter of honest fact, when it's washed, it's the cleanest place on a woman's body. It has to be. A man's seminal fluid contains sperm that can exist only under the most sterile conditions. Even a drop of water will kill sperm Therefore, the inside of a woman's vagina is not only not dirty, but very clean."
"It's so easy to defeat me with words," Rona told him. "Both you and that witch are so much more knowledgeable than I."
"Rona, I promise you no one here will hurt you," Manset told her. "No one will so much as touch you, unless you ask for it."
"You'll forgive me if I'm a little skeptical at this point."
"Word of honor, for whatever it's worth. No one'll touch you unless you ask to be touched."
"There's as much chance of that happening as there is of a snowball surviving in Hell."
"You never can tell."
"Do you intend fornicating with Mrs. Sumner in front of me in the hope it'll arouse me?"
"Not really," Manset told her. "I intend eating supper, and was wondering if you'd care to join Mrs. Sumner and myself at the dining room table."
"Only if you promise shell keep her hands off me."
"She will," Manset assured her. "If Mrs. Sumner wanted to touch you, she wouldn't have to lure you down to the dining room"
"No, she'd lure me down to her playroom"
"No one's even mentioning the playroom, right now. I'm offering to take you to supper."
"The offer would be a lot nicer if I could wear something at the table. And don't tell me you and the boss-lady are going to even things up by undressing at the table. It still won't make me too happy. I want something to cover me."
"Here," Manset offered, removing his suit jacket. "Wear this. It's long enough to cover all your delicate parts."
"Put it on the bed and turn around," Rona ordered.
Manset shrugged, put the jacket down, and turned around.
He listened to the rustling of the covers as Rona slid out from beneath them and quickly slipped into his jacket.
"Decent?" Manset asked.
"As much as I can be, dressed this way," Rona told him.
"Then let's eat," Manset said, turning and offering her his arm.
As she accepted the arm, Rona suddenly realized, although she was a mere sixteen, he was treating her like a grown-up lady. She liked it.
Together they went down to the dining room where Joan Sumner was already waiting, wearing the eternal white robe. They sat and then Joan pressed a small button on the table. A tall, young, handsome man, no more than twenty-five, walked in. Rona noted he was dressed in a butler's uniform but it didn't seem to suit him. She also noted he was beginning to put on a little weight. He had a small pot.
"You may begin serving, John," Joan told him
The portions were served individually rather than from large platters. Separate plates, already heaped with food, were brought in. And every once in a while, Rona thought she could see the hint of a smile on the butler's face, and she wondered what was so funny.
The food tasted good, though it was very spicy. Joan was behaving as if nothing untoward had happened earlier, so Rona began to relax and really enjoy the meal. It was mostly Italian food, which she liked, and the spaghetti sauce, also used on the veal parmesan, was loaded with peppers and onions.
Feeling very hungry, Rona ate a lot, washing it all down with glass after glass of red wine. By the time the meal was finished, she was feeling a bit tipsy.
Afterward, the three of them went into Joan's private library. Rona noticed one entire wall of books was devoted to sex and she did her best to ignore it.
"When will you let me go?" she finally asked.
"When it pleases me," Joan replied. "Right now it amuses me to have so sweet and innocent a young lady present."
"Why me?" Rona asked. "Surely there are many other girls as innocent who are willing to learn."
"That may be," Joan agreed, "but nevertheless there's something refreshing about you. I enjoy having you here. Make the best of it, enjoy yourself."
"I can't when I know I'm being kept here against my will."
"But we both know you didn't come here against your will. In fact, there's a record of your willing to come here with Mr. Manset if I hold myself responsible for you. Now how can I just let you go after committing myself that way? You're my responsibility until further notice. Were I to release you, and should the police find you on a street corner again, my own reputation would be ruined. I'm sorry, dear girl, but I can't release you, just yet."
"It's . . . very warm in here," Rona suddenly noticed. "May I go to my room?"
"Certainly," Joan nodded. "But may I suggest you leave Mr. Manset's jacket here?"
"Don't be silly," Bob Manset broke in. "Let her take the jacket to her room I can always pick it up later."
"No," Rona told him "I'll take the jacket off in the hall and leave it in the doorway."
While Joan smiled, Rona got to her feet and left the room. Once in the hallway, she removed Manset's jacket, threw it on the floor in the doorway, then hurried to her room
Sliding under her cool sheets, she noticed she was getting warmer in spite of having removed Manset's jacket. Something was wrong, though she couldn't figure out what it was.
Time passed, and she felt more than merely hot. She felt aroused. Why? What was wrong with her? Her nipples had enlarged, and she had an uncontrollable feeling between her thighs. She reached down and touched herself. It was the first time she'd ever put her fingers to her cunt. She found it wet, and when she pressed her fingers between the labia she became even more excited. Her fingers pressed even harder against her sopping pussy, and she almost jumped when she felt the swollen extension of flesh at the peak of her pussylips. She touched it again and realized it was the spot Joan Sumner had licked the previous night. She wished she could have the woman lick it again. Christ! She was becoming more and more excited. What was wrong? Why was she feeling so erratic? Was that first orgasm she had the cause of all this? Had she become addicted to sex? Was this the way Joan Sumner felt?
Oh God! It was getting worse with each passing minute. Sweat came oozing from every pore, coating her body. The spearmint odor was getting strong in her nostrils. She was quivering, but it wasn't from fear. She didn't feel afraid of anything or anyone. Right now, if Joan Sumner walked in naked, lay down, and spread her thighs, Rona would have dived between them, her tongue out.
The worst part of it was, the sensation she was feeling wasn't limited to that fleshy nub at the top of her vaginal lips. She could feel it running deep inside her. It was all the way up in her cunt. She felt inflamed deep inside her womb.
There was a cure. She remembered how all her girlfriends used to talk about having such urges, though they'd admitted it came over them only after heavy petting. She recalled how some of them secretly admitted to having relations with boys, and only when a boy satisfactorily fucked her did the girl lose that hot, horrible feeling such as the one Rona was now experiencing.
I'm a virgin, she thought. I can't surrender my hymen just because I suddenly feel an urge. I have to have it for my husband.
And yet, the feeling was burning deeper and deeper in her enflamed twat. She was a woman on fire. God, great God! What did virginity matter at a time like this? The sensation was enlarging with every passing moment, and if something wasn't done about it in a hurry, she might injure herself. The one, the only natural device made for penetrating a woman's hole was a man's penis. The maddening feeling made her press her hands to her burning cunt, but all this did was enhance the arousal within her.
What was it all the girls had called a penis? A cock. Yes, that was it.
I need a cock, she thought. Oh God! Forgive me, but I know my thoughts are sinful. Yet I can't help myself. I'm dying. I'm burning up. I can feel it running into my belly like a cancer. I need a cock. Please God, please, send me a cock.
"I need a cock," she murmured, her voice low and controlled. "I need a cock. Oh please, someone with a cock, help me."
She was rolling from side to side in the bed, the covers off, her sweat-soaked body shining as she continued pressing the fingers of both hands to her raging cunt. Tears were rolling down her cheeks.
The door opened and both Joan Sumner and Bob Manset suddenly were there.
"Why, what is it?" Joan asked, her voice a study in controlled emotion. Inside, the woman didn't know whether to laugh or to simply pounce on the girl. The sight of Rona, helplessly rolling on the bed, roused her to an almost uncontrollable pitch. Only her desire to revenge herself on the girl for rejecting her earlier held Joan Sumner in check.
"Please . . . please . . . help me," Rona whimpered, rolling off the bed and falling on her knees at Joan's feet.
"Help you?" Joan asked, smiling maliciously. "Certainly. What's wrong with you?"
"I don't really know," Rona wept. "I can feel it inside me. It's burning me up while tearing me apart Oh Jesus! Don't just stand there. You know what I feel. Help me."
"How can I help you?" Joan asked, poison dripping venomously from her voice.
"Him," Rona whispered, pointing to Bob Man-set. "Him. I need him. I need his.. . "
"Yes dear," Joan murmured. "What is it you need?"
"His . . . his . . . damn you, I need his cock. Please, please let me use his cock to get rid of this feeling."
"Are you asking Robert to devirginize you?" Joan inquired.
"Yes," Rona sobbed. "Oh yes!"
"And if Bob complies, you won't accuse him of raping you afterward?"
"Oh please, for the love of God, don't tease me this way. I'll do whatever you want, obey whatever you order, only if you have any heart in you, you'll let him fuck me. Jesus, let him fuck me."
"Anything?" Joan asked, her eyes shining. "Anything," Rona agreed. "You'll suck my pussy."
"Yes, oh God, yes."
"You'll let Robert, or any other man stick a penis into your cunt, your ass, and even your mouth?"
"Y.. . yes," Rona sobbed.
"You'll even let me fuck you with an artificial penis?"
"Anything," Rona wailed. "Only help me now."
"Well?" Manset asked.
"In a minute," Joan told him.
Walking over to the bed, she knelt by the bedside, bringing her face close to Rona's.
"Right now you're burning up," she muttered. "You'd do or say anything for relief. What about afterward? How do I know you'll keep your word? How can I depend on your not backing out?"
"I swear it," Rona whimpered. "I swear it before God. I'll do whatever you ask, whenever you ask, just help me, now."
"You heard?" Joan asked Manset.
"Loud and clear," Manset nodded.
"Good," Joan smiled, removing her own robe. "Then get to work and bring this poor girl some well-deserved relief."
Without another word, Bob Manset removed his own clothing, once again revealing the muscular contours of his well-toned body. He stared at Rona, smiling, pleased he was about to possess her. He would never have admitted it directly to Joan, but Manset had wanted Rona's body the moment he'd seen her. That she, like the three before her, was a virgin, untouched, also meant something. How many men had four virgins in their lifetime? Most were lucky if they had one.
Rona, realizing she was going to get her long-sought-for relief, trembled expectantly. Her hands seemed to be locked into her cunt as her thighs closed tightly around them. Her solid, almost conical, young girl's breasts, full, swollen, now nearly pointed at him in their heaviness, thrust upward, challenging him to enjoy them
Manset, now completely unclothed, approached the girl and knelt beside her on the bed. His hands reached out and cupped both swollen convexities lightly, his palms moving in such a way Rona knew the pressure could be stronger and heavier. Arrows of delight pierced her breast as his hands rubbed her nipples, and the girl sighed, shivering with a new lasciviousness at the way he made her nipples grow. Something, she didn't know what, was loose inside her, turning her into a sex devil, and that something now increased her sense of feeling. Everything seemed much more than it had appeared the previous night. Every sensation was a new high in pleasurable feeling.
Manset smiled a knowing smile, fully aware of the heat traveling through her body. It was a lovely, beautiful, superbly developed body. It was a body meant for fucking. The aphrodisiac Joan had ordered cooked into Rona's food now allowed Manset to use the girl's body as it had been meant to be used.
Sitting in a chair off to the side, all curled up, Joan Sumner hugged her knees to her chest. She smiled a wicked smile, pleased things were going so well. Tonight she would enjoy simply watching as Manset deflowered the sweet, innocent virgin. She'd insist he initiate her asshole, as well. Then tomorrow, when Joan finally approached Rona, the young girl would be more than willing to respond to her softer, gentler ways. And to make certain Rona appreciated her, Joan would see to it the young girl experienced some heavy manhandling.
Manset was fully aware of the repression still buried deep inside the young girl, but he also knew the aphrodisiac was slowly but surely building the needs and instincts in Rona-to the point where they would soon totally overpower her inhibitions. The sexuality pushed deep into her inner recesses was slowly surfacing, like a gigantic whale suddenly released from a prison at the bottom of the Pacific.
The aphrodisiac touched Rona's brain as well as her body. Her entire being was suddenly concentrated in attaching itself to the handsome, virile man on the bed beside her. She lifted herself by her elbows, stirred by the sight of him. His strong, well-manicured masculine hands now slid from her rounded flesh mounds, running up and down the rest of her torso, inflaming her all the more each place he touched her.
Reaching up, she surrounded him with her arms, her hands pressing on his shoulder-blades as her nails sliced into the hard, resistant masculine flesh. She could feel his chest press relentlessly against the peaks of her twin towers of flesh and she shuddered as one of his nipples rubbed against hers.
Manset thrilled to the touch of her fingernails slicing into him. His hands came up and rubbed the nape of her neck, and she flung her head back, her upswept brown hair now falling loose in a tousled mane of soft brown, looking somewhat darker as it contrasted with the white flesh of her shoulders.
Manset stared at the exquisite arms, the supple, girlish waistline, and then back up to the marvelously sloped shoulders supporting her lovely contoured tits. Like white-hot coals Rona's two nipples seemed to blaze, fueled by his hungry stare. He had the eyes of a starving panther at this point.
Here was a girl whose body was symmetrically beautiful. Considering her youth, she should have had a layer of baby fat covering her sweet, adolescent, virginal body. But no! Surprisingly there wasn't an ounce of excess flesh. In fact, Manset could see a certain hardness to her body. He was unaware her year as a cheerleader had burned away all the excess flesh.
Rona quivered with lust, her fingers digging deeply into his flesh, trying to caress and clamp onto his body, all at once. His arms went around her, holding her tightly to him, pressing her nakedness to his, now rolling back and forth on the bed. Manset's burning lips burned kisses into her throat and breasts. Like a starving carnivore his month covered her shoulders and neck, lightly licking while attempting to increase the girl's own passion well beyond its present point. Her sweet, spearmint flesh made him lick her like a lollipop, his fingers now lightly dancing over her smooth white skin, the knowing connoisseur seeking the finest parts of her.
Now his hand smoothed its way down her flat belly, pausing only to caress the flesh around her dimpled navel before dipping lower and entangling itself in the dark mass of curls. The brown triangle of pubic hair was no longer a distant shadow but a sweet reality to his expert fingers. The silkiness of her hairs was a distinct pleasure to the touch. Not that the wiry hairs of Joan Sumner's pubis felt like steel wool, but they were not nearly as gossamer as the web-like strands covering Rona's venereal mount. It had been a long time since Manset had touched hair this fine. The mere touch sent his blood pounding in his ears, and he could feel his heavy cock twitching, keeping time with his pulses. When he pressed his lower body to that of Rona, the girl gasped for a moment, feeling the heavy thickness of the mighty member. Its immense length and breadth were unbelievable. Her eyes glanced down at it, shuddering to think so enormous an object would shortly be forcing her virginal labia apart as it sundered her hymen and rammed its way deep into her womanly channel.
Before she realized it, Rona saw Manset surround her thighs with his, straddling her vulnerable nudity and staring down at her the way a stud stallion gazes at a prize mare. He slowly lowered himself on top of her, letting his lips kiss her throat, and then her breasts. She felt static buzz through her as his strong tongue sucked first her right nipple, then her left, as his lips worked around the flesh Of one breast and then another, savoring the girl as if she were a rare delicacy.
His tongue licked lower, tracing wet lines across the hardness of her flat belly, into her navel, and lower, into the jungle of thick, brown curls. Finally, his face sank between her thighs as she parted them, welcoming his tongue, feeling it blaze a trail through her nest of virginal pussy hair straight down to her vibrating clit, and through to the sweet, sticky split of her cunt.
Rona's fingers released Manset's back and pressed down on the thick, dark hair on his head, pushing his face deep into the valley of her sex. She twined strands around her fingers as she tugged his hungering tongue into the depths of her soft, moist, womanly cleft. The mad, eager need inside her increased even more, seeking the ultimate joy as his tongue probed for the button-like clitoris, making her youthful, inexperienced body tremble even more with an immense quantity of delights.
Rona's thighs rammed her center against his face as her rich internal water came bubbling from within her cunt, responding to the way his licking tongue knifed into her vaginal wound, moving to bring her to complete arousal. Man-set's strong hands gripped the soft, firm flesh of the girl's loins like the talons of a bird of prey, driving her to frenetically shove her body higher and higher off the bed, ramming her cunt deep into his eager face.
Rona's hands literally pulled his hair to where Manset feared she might tear it out of his head, yet not once did he break the rhythm of his spearing tongue, knifing it as deep into her womanly incision as he could, stretching it so far, he thought it might be torn out by its roots from the very pressure of her pussy walls.
"Oh Jesus, God!" Rona screamed. "Suck me, suck me, suck my cunt. Eat every bit of it. Use that tongue. Oh God!"
Rona's thighs now stretched widely of their own volition. There was no need for Manset's hand to help hold them apart as the girl opened them to their fullest width. And all the while, Joan Sumner stared, drooling and coughing, knowing she'd won again. Joan would always win. She had to, because the so-called evil she felt was an enhancement of the natural urges of all women. What she did was bring these feelings to the fore, making them more prominent in the various virgins she had brought to her home.
She glared, her eyes bright with satisfaction as Manset's mouth clamped tightly against the girl's oozing slit. His lips and tongue tasted the tangy saltiness of uncontrolled, wanton desire as her lubricating oils all but poured from her strongly pulsating cunt. He licked swiftly, sucking every drop, and when he saw she was lubricating faster than he could lick, he knew she was ready.
Returning his spear-like tongue to his mouth, he lifted his sodden face from between Rona's palpitating thighs, and Rona, feeling an emptiness where there had been blissful pressure, turned into a raging, wild animal, spurred on by the aphrodisiac now burning strongly within her. The fantastic thrill now seemed to crawl away, moving as an outgoing tide.
The room's cool air tickled the point of Bob Manset's waving phallus. It was covered with a heavy coating of his own sticky-slick secretions, making the flesh wand glisten with a strong sheen. He moved slowly higher, letting his penile extension rub against her lower thighs, and he could feel her sigh with anxious anticipation.
Rona wrapped her arms tightly around his solid frame, mashing her lips against his, tasting the flavor of her steaming cunt in his mouth as his tongue probed deeply into her oral cavern of love. Rona crushed her slender frame to him, clinging to him tightly, feeling his strong chest crush her full, swollen tits against her own body. Each movement of his caused a new thrill to build inside her. His flat belly pressed strongly against hers and the hair of his thighs tickled her smooth, tender skin. Now that he was against her, between her loins, she slowly closed them around him, locking him up against her.
Manset grabbed Rona's right hand and slowly guided it down between them, making her wrap her fingers around his pulsing prick. Rona wasn't expecting so hard an object to feel so hot and yielding despite its solidity.
"Hold it tightly," he whispered, kissing her mouth again, using his tongue to inject more of her cunt taste into her mouth.
She held it loosely for a moment, then slowly squeezed, thrilling to the way it quivered in her hand. She felt it trying to pull away and held it all the tighter, enjoying the heavy throbbing sensations.
"What do I do now?" Rona wanted to know.
What an inexperienced bitch, Joan thought. She doesn't know what to do now.
Kneeling, Joan moved to the head of the bed and whispered into Rona's ear, "Ease it into you, dear." Then she quickly moved to where she had a close-up view of Rona's clutching hand guiding the heavy prick toward her aching hole. This was pure pleasure. Next to getting it herself, Joan loved nothing more than to watch something like this.
Rona had no difficulty in finding the widened entrance to her open vagina. Though she'd never been laid before, her gaping hole widened in eager anticipation of receiving the monstrous pole she was clutching fervidly in her hot hand.
"Put it in," Manset whispered into her ear, his hot breath sending her to the next plateau of ecstasy.
Rona pressed the wedge-shaped point right into the opening, shoving it against her with the avidity of a hungry Hon pouncing on fresh meat, slipping the immense, pulsing log through the soft down of her fluffy cunt hair. Her cuntlips seemed to open wider, as if beckoning the mighty cock inside, and once the meaty point had begun its entrance, it dilated and clung to his spongy flesh. Now as he pushed, her vaginal interior enlarged to make room for the mighty mass of invading cock. The solid rod rammed forward, easing further into the previously unexplored, confines of Rona's burning emit until it stopped very suddenly, blocked from further entry by the virginal barrier of Rona's cherry. And Manset could tell it was one solid, tender membrane and not something easily breakable.
Pressing his cockhead firmly against the hymen, Manset slid back, cocking his hips, then forced the mighty piston forward, intent on charging through the restraining barrier on the first plunge. Rona moaned a mixture of pleasure and pain, though the pleasure was so overpowering, the pain she felt only enhanced the pleasure even more. And as the pain increased, so did the satisfaction. She shuddered as the strong wall of membrane resisted.
"Hurry it up," Joan Sumner whispered, seeing no blood on his solid meat as it slid back, readying itself for the next delightful attack.
The lunge was slow, hard, and forceful. But Manset's cockhead once again bounced off the resisting, unyielding barrier. He drew back and rammed forward with even greater force, but to no avail. The hymen refused to surrender. And then he was slamming his ponderous prick into the slick tunnel of the young girl with the power of a steam locomotive. Again, again, again, and again he thundered forward.
"Uhhhh," Rona wailed, agonized yet feeling gratification beyond measure as the moving pump continued forcefully slamming into her.
There was pain, but it was so overpowered by the rapturous enchantment of his cock sliding back and forth in her now well-oiled tunnel, Rona was easily able to ignore it. Manset pounded all the harder, but in spite of his continued attacks, his huge, solid, mucus-soaked cock continued butting its rubbery head up against a thin membrane as unyielding as any brick walk
Rona was afraid to move her own hips, terrified the pleasure would recede and the pain would increase. She wanted to match his movements, knowing if she countered the plunges of his cock with upward thrusts of her loins, the cherry would break all the sooner, and the sooner the pain ended, the more intense the satisfaction would be.
Her body was awash with perspiration and she was breathing in crying gasps as Manset once again slammed his meaty rod into her, running the mighty javelin of prick just the littlest bit deeper, beating relentlessly against the thin membrane. She could feel his swinging balls slam into her perineum like a pair of wrecking weights.
Now, at last, the membrane was starting to stretch. Manset could feel it stretching as his powerful prick rammed in a bit deeper. The barrier was still there, but it was stretching inward.
Rona could feel it now, as well. The pleasure was magnified all the more as the head of his prick rubbed parts of her vaginal walls never before touched. Her resisting cherry caused a stinging sensation, but because the felicitous bliss was so overpowering, Rona accepted the pain as belonging with the beautification. The cock was a long, lunging lance trying to stab up into her belly. An instrument of unrelenting pleasure as well as an engine of intrusion, it finally built the ecstasy within Rona to such a high point, she could no longer passively he there.
Now she began responding to his forward lunges. She began lifting the center of her body, countering his attacks with plunges of her own. Her hands were around his back, holding him tightly to her, and she could feel his back muscles ripple under her pressing fingers as his loins powered his fleshy truncheon farther and farther into her. Each spear-like thrust enlarged and thinned out the barrier a bit more, pressuring it to surrender. Rona realized hers had been a stubborn virtue in more ways than one. And then, just like that, his cock suddenly broke through, ripping the hymen to just so many shreds. For one short instant the pain got through to Rona, and then it was gone forever. For a short second her face contorted, and Joan Sumner's triumph was complete. Rona's face became a study in agony for the briefest moment as she cried for the loss of her purity.
And then the mighty pole reamed its way into the open hole, a burning, solid mass, forcing the walls of her cunt apart like a pry bar. It traveled deeper and deeper, and Rona felt as if a huge diesel-powered train was speeding through the hollow of her thrilled pussy, moving so swiftly it would run right through her belly up into her throat and strangle her.
The tunnel of her cunt began enlarging, increasing in size to hold the full width of the long, hard, straight antler goring her so wonderfully. For the first time Rona realized the true purpose of her pussy, and in doing so, became aware of all the flesh, tissue, and muscle inside. And so she now began squeezing, contracting her muscles, crushing Manset's mighty cock within the flaming depths of her squeezing vagina, determined to enjoy it to the utmost. Her hips were bouncing madly against the mattress as though signaling the beginning of her orgasm
Joan Sumner stared as their bodies pounded against one another, flat stomach slapping flat stomach, slamming against one another with the madness of sex-crazed rabbits. Rona no longer felt any hint of pain, but was now undergoing total, pure sensuality as the solid shank moved quickly, oiled by the heavy liquid of her lasciviousness, plus the lubriciousness of his cock, added to the virginal blood mixed in and coating the pounding piston. As they gasped and sighed, Joan Sumner laughed. Another Mildred made impure.
Even so, this had been a particularly difficult bitch, and where Joan's hate for the girl should have ended here and now with her deflowering, for some unexplainable reason Joan wasn't totally satisfied. She wanted to totally and thoroughly degrade this difficult little baggage. How dare Rona argue and give her a hard time. How dare she refuse to kiss her cunt. No, Joan wasn't through with her, not by a long shot. For now, let her have her orgasm Let her have many orgasms. Let her become addicted to sex. Once she left Joan's home she'd be putting out right and left, becoming a street whore in no time.
"Fuck me!" Rona was screaming out loud to Bob Manset. "Fuck me harder! Keep on fucking, dammit! I'm . . . uhhh . . . commiinnnngg!"
And come she did. She came so hard she almost dislodged Manset, turning and twisting, writhing all over the bed. The huge cock had completely stopped up her vaginal tunnel. It totally blocked every bit of space, touching everything and everywhere, and Rona was experiencing an orgasm five times more powerful than the one she'd had the previous night. One and then another, and then another, and yet another. They kept coming, one on top of the other, never giving anything a chance to recede. She came again and again, her senses completely lost. There was no right and wrong. There was no immorality. There was no evil. There was only this, and this was everything. This was the beginning and the end; the be-all and end-all; the one, the only, the total sublime reason for existence. This was the creation of life, the sustaining of life, and the utter completion of life.
Every fiber of her being was caught up in the overwhelming totality of the fuck. There seemed no end to the quantity of continuing climaxes.
Manset knew he would also come, and soon. Virgin cunts always seemed to grip his cock more tightly than the others. Even so, he'd managed to hold off until now. Before he could feel the building of semen within him, he heard Joan
Sumner's voice break into his reverie and ask, "Did you come yet?"
"Not yet," he heard himself gasp, still pumping away.
"We don't want to make our sweet little ex-virgin pregnant," Joan told him "Pull out!"
It was a difficult tiling to do under the circumstances, but even then, Bob Manset had a semblance of self-control, and obeyed.
"What the hell am I supposed to do now?" he wanted to know, his wet, blood-soaked organ waving ponderously from side to side, a great spar.
"Turn her over and shove it up her ass," Joan muttered, maliciously smiling.
Rona was in a nirvana all her own and was completely oblivious to what Joan and Manset were saying. Even the withdrawal of Manset's hard cock seemed to go unnoticed by the girl. And when he flipped her over on her belly, she was so far in another world she never realized anything else was happening until the point of Manset's mighty cock began pressing against her asshole. That was when she first realized she was up on her knees on the bed. She could feel the powerful truncheon pressing against the tight, puckered rosebud of her anus. The solid, rounded knob pushed against resisting ass muscles, poking and prodding, forcing the anal orifice to widen and accept it.
Rona was first beginning to understand. He was trying to push that telephone-pole-sized cock into her ass. Slowly but surely the prick opened her asshole, edging its way into the previously inviolate rictus of her rectum. The anal hallway seemed to tighten as if protesting the intrusion, and Rona, despite the good feeling still filling her cunt, began trembling a little. How did he expect to fit so immense an object into so narrow a hole? She could feel the blunt-nosed cock slide a little deeper, her rectal walls stretching much the same as her vaginal walls had enlarged only minutes earlier. It hurt a little, and yet oddly enough this also felt good. It wasn't the same as taking a good stiff cock in her cunt, and it took another minute before she relaxed enough to open her anal hallway a bit more so he could shove his burning meat in a bit deeper, making her squirm as she felt slightly uncomfortable. But little by little, the hard pole was inching its way in, and somehow Rona knew he wouldn't stop until every millimeter of cock was buried in there. Oddly, she knew she'd be able to hold it.
The mixture of both lubricants, added to the blood of her cunt, let Manset's cock slide in without tearing her anal flesh. Little by little, what discomfort did exist turned to a curious mixture of pleasure and satisfaction. Suddenly she found she was slamming her ass back, hoping to completely engulf the monstrous organ. A new, different thrill was building inside, and Rona suddenly understood. She was about to have another orgasm. Not only that, but it was another kind of orgasm She had never dreamed it was possible to have an anal climax.
Joan Sumner watched and her brow darkened. The girl wasn't supposed to enjoy it. She was supposed to be in pain. She was supposed to be thrashing about, begging for mercy, pleading for Manset to remove his tree trunk-like cock. Instead, she was gasping and moving as if she wanted more. This was all wrong. Damn!
And Bob Manset was enjoying himself, as well. The girl's anal passageway was even tighter than her luscious cunt, and he could feel her ass muscles gripping his pounding prick tightly. What made it even better was the fact he could fit all of his massive cock into her right up to the hilt.
"I'm coming again," Rona screamed. "Im coming, coming, co-o-o-ommmmmmmi-i-i-i-innnnnnnggggggg! UnrmhhhhJ"
And suddenly Rona's buttocks were slamming so hard against Manset's thighs he thought she might hit him hard enough to knock him completely out of her. She didn't, but the action, combined with the tight way her asshole was squeezing his cock, was too much for him, and now he felt his own gism boil up and spill out, blasting into her ass like a huge fire hose, relentlessly blasting into her again and again, thoroughly coating her insides.
The hot seed made Rona come a third time that evening, and then, completely out of strength, she collapsed on the bed as Bob Man-set and Joan Sumner silently left the room