Chapter 6
The sun came through Joan Sumner's window waking both Joan and Bob Manset. When they had returned to her room the previous night, Joan, all hot and bothered from having watched Manset fuck Rona front and rear, insisted he go down on her and eat until she'd had four separate orgasms. Then, and only then, completely exhausted, did she fall asleep. Manset, himself pooped, wasn't long in following her example.
They showered together and dressed, then went down for breakfast. As they ate, Manset said, "You still want me to find another virgin?"
"The sooner the better," Joan nodded.
"I think I have a prospect," he told her. "I've had my various sources out looking for some time now, and they've spotted someone interesting, working in the bank on Pacific Avenue. I've had them checking into her past, and I think she might be just right. Has no relatives. Her parents died two years ago and she's been taking care of herself. She's boy-shy and doesn't go out on dates. She's probably even more innocent than Rona."
"Well then, bring her here," Joan insisted.
"I want to see her for myself," Manset insisted. "I mean, if she appeals to me, we both know shell appeal to you. But we won't be able to use that same ploy we pulled on Rona. The girl has been living in Sumner all her life and everyone knows her. If we try arresting her for peddling, well have the whole village down on us."
"There are other ways," Joan pointed out
"You mean an outright kidnapping."
"That's crudely put, but quite correct. By the time the young lady is ready to leave here, I'm quite sure she won't want to press charges against us. In fact, if she works at the bank as you say, well see to it she gets a raise, substantial enough to keep her mouth shut."
"Just suppose she can't be bribed?" Manset wanted to know. "Do you intend trying anything drastic?"
"Not at all, Robert. I've learned quite a bit from you. After all, who would believe her? I control the village police, and should the girl go to the county police, they'll merely refer the matter to the village police, who, in turn, will investigate and deny the girl's charges. No Robert, you've taught me the wisdom of not behaving in a drastic manner."
"Fine. I'll get on it right after breakfast."
"Not quite," Joan told him. "I'd prefer you wait until lunchtime."
"Why?" Manset asked.
"I'd like our former virgin to have her second lesson today."
"Why do you need me around?" Manset asked.
"I'm afraid she may be too much for me to handle. The dregs of the drug are still inside her, and she'll be just as hot this morning as she was last night. You've seen the effects of the aphrodisiac before. You know it takes a while to wear off."
"You're really picking on her, aren't you?" Manset said.
"She needs a lesson," Joan snapped. "I don't like her holier-than-thou attitude. She'll learn proper obedience. Then, and only then, will I leave her alone."
"Considering her upbringing, it may take a long time."
"Yes," Joan nodded, smiling. "Shall we have breakfast?"
While Joan and Bob Manset were eating, Rona awakened and found herself burning up again, uncontrollably shaking and though she still didn't know she'd been drugged, she knew now she was completely addicted to cock. Just as a tiger who tastes meat can never return to milk, so Rona knew she'd never be able to have an existence without sex. She needed orgasms as badly as any junkie needed a fix. Perhaps, with the passage of time, the overpowering need would wear off and she'd be able to control this lust to some extent. Most people managed to contain themselves. Even newlyweds, after the honeymoon, were able to relax a little. Yes, that was it.
She was like a newlywed, tasting sex for the first time and enjoying it so much, her body required more and more, at least for a little while. Well, Joan Sumner had wanted her to learn all the perverted things she herself already knew. At this point, Rona was more than willing. It angered her to think she'd sunk to Joan's level. It almost disgusted her, in fact. Yet she knew she was beyond control, and Joan could easily punish her by withholding Manset's cock. Not that Rona expected the older woman to do that. She remembered the promises Joan had extracted from her. Too, she knew she would keep those promises. She wasn't one to give her word lightly. More, Joan Sumner knew it as well.
Going to the bathroom, Rona took care of her ablutions, this time taking a bubble bath using the cinnamon-scented soap. She wondered which flavor went best with her skin. Heck, that wasn't her worry. Let Joan and Bob find it out.
She was drying herself off when she heard her bedroom door open. Peering into the bedroom she saw both, Joan Sumner and Bob Manset. The sight of Manset made her shiver even more, and the burning sensation inside her began increasing again.
"How are you this morning?" Joan asked.
"I.. . I.. . need him again." she told Joan, not bothering to cover her body this time.
"No," Joan told her, quietly.
"Please," Rona begged.
"No," Joan said again. "This time we go to my special playroom. This time it's your turn to give instead of get."
Turning, she left Rona's room with Manset in tow. Rona, terrified for a minute she would receive nothing, went running after them. Her nakedness no longer bothered her, despite the fact that both Joan and Manset were wearing robes. She followed them down the basement stairs, through the large, ordinary playroom to the room with the immense bed.
"You're learning," Joan nodded, undressing and throwing her robe off to the side. "Now, no preliminaries, no warm-up kisses. I want you licking my pussy, and right now."
She lay on the bed and parted her thighs. Rona hesitated for the briefest instant, looking at Bob Manset. She saw the latter nod.
All right, she thought, all right. If this is the only way to receive my own satisfaction, I'll do what she wants.
Determined not to become disgusted, Rona began fantasizing as she stared at Joan's wet crack. She saw it as a masterpiece of the Creator, never to be equaled by anything of man's. It was a unique work of art.
Joan, her head resting on a mound of pillows, stared between her thighs at Rona's face, and knew she had the girl. She saw the girl was breathing more slowly, and Rona's eyes were almost closed, opened just enough to see her target. She knew nothing else mattered save that opening between her thighs.
Yes, Rona thought, the organ was so lovely it was almost as if it were a thing apart from the rest of Joan Sumner. It seemed to be beckoning to Rona, urging her forward. Yes, the sight of that hair-fringed area at the juncture of Joan's thighs was having its effect on her. Rona suddenly realized she wanted to kiss it. She wanted to make love to it, to lick it, to press her lips to the wet, widening crack. It was a beautiful sight. And she had no doubt her own cunt was every bit as lovely. No wonder both Joan and Manset had kissed it. Now she could understand why.
How did one go about correctly putting into words the thick, mossy growth of surrounding hair, a lovely natural mat surrounding the shimmering slit? Though her own pussy hair was softer, Rona thought of Joan's growth as strands of shimmering, dark silk. And then that cunt, that lovely, delicious-looking cunt. Its two fleshy ridges seemed to shine, changing from a light magenta to a deep, rich red. Staring more closely into the trove, Rona saw the cuntlips as flower petals, hiding the sweet-smelling center of a lovely rose. The outer labia seemed almost door-like, swollen, puffy, and convex. They had parted just enough for Rona to peer inside and examine the soft, tender inner lips, both of which vibrated and shuddered, also changing color as Joan became increasingly excited.
At the peak of the lush pussy, Rona saw the small pearl of Joan's clitoris. She knew what it was instantly, having thrilled to both Joan's and Manset's mouth touching her own bud. As she stared more closely at the little bead, it seemed to grow, and suddenly Rona realized she was staring at a miniature version of the monstrous growth sported by Bob Manset. Rona suddenly understood how sensitive Manset's cock was. If she could feel all those wonderful sensations coursing through her body as a result of what Manset's tongue had done while touching her clitoris, then Manset's hard cock, so much bigger, laced with an equal quantity of larger nerve-endings must be at least equally sensitive, if not more so.
Rona realized she was salivating. She really wanted to glue her mouth to the leaking split at which she now avariciously stared. If this was depravity, then so be it, she was depraved. She could see the way Joan's throbbing cunt twitched, and how it was aching for oral caresses.
Rona blocked out everything else, concentrating on the vaginal entranceway. Its very shape suggested what she'd already known since feeling the overpowering heat envelop her the previous night. It was designed as the natural container for a cock. No, it was designed as a natural container for all cocks. No one vagina was made to hold a single penis. Rona was beginning to understand that now. In a lifetime, a cunt could hold many, many cocks. She was certain Joan Sumner had filled her pussy well to overflowing with masculine meat. And at that moment, Rona envied the older woman.
Staring at the luscious hole, seeing it drip its rich, albeit colorless fluids, Rona felt her tongue move in her mouth. It wanted to come out and start licking immediately. The twitching labia contracted, spraying some of the lubricant at Rona. This wasn't spearmint, licorice, or cinnamon. This was the real thing. This was pussy juice, and it was more arousing than all the perfumes of France.
Closing her eyes, guided by her sense of taste and sense of smell, Rona leaned forward and pressed her lips to the older woman's quivering clit. She was prepared for a vile taste and was ready to overcome it, but to her surprise she found Joan Sumner's cunt was delicious. No wonder Manset and Joan enjoyed sucking her pussy. It was wonderful. She had the sliver of flesh between her lips and she was sucking on it, whipping the sensitive little head with the flat of her tongue. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled deeply, erotic images dancing in her brain. She sucked strongly, tasting the swollen clit, completely engrossed in sucking. She didn't feel Joan Sumner's fingers curl in her hair to press her face more tightly against the slavering split.
Joan arched her back and pressed her divided center against Rona's face.
God! God! The girl was kissing her cunt and doing it with ardor and hunger. The girl was licking her pussy and doing a proper job of it. This was what she'd wanted. This was the way it should always be. All those prim, proper, prissy virgins who knew nothing about life needed this kind of initiation. This would be a better world if everyone could accept sex this easily.
To Joan, Rona's mouth was a cunt. Her tiny clit was an erect penis, and now she began pumping her she-cock into the cunt-like mouth, feeling the pressure of the lips and tongue squeeze tightly against her. The faster she pumped, the more lubricant came slithering out of her well-oiled hole, slobbering against Rona's chin and throat. It made Rona move her tongue a bit lower as she licked up some of the spilling juices.
Joan Sumner had her first climax, a wild, overpowering orgasm but it was not enough. She wanted more. Luckily Rona had no idea the woman had come, and though her mouth opened wide, no longer clamping on the clitoral bud, her tongue was lunging deep into Joan's inner recesses. Rona was on fire, burning all over, wanting to be fucked, but not daring to take her mouth from the tasty vertical smile she was licking. The fragrance of Joan's syrupy cunt was driving her to the heights of ecstasy.
Her tongue lanced in again and again, lapping, slurping, drinking the woman's love fluid as she sucked each of the labia and then returned her attention to the clitoris. Joan had a second climax, slamming her hot pussy hard into Rona's face. And the younger girl thrilled to the feeling of the inner labia pressing around her nose as the surrounding cunt hairs rubbed her forehead and chin.
Joan's thighs wrapped themselves around Rona's head, squeezing and crushing as the older woman found herself lost in a virtual sea of orgasmic satiety. Here was a girl who was a natural cuntlapper. Was she as good at sucking cock? Joan would soon find out. She wanted one more orgasm, just one more, and then she would let Rona go to work on Manset's cock while she, herself, would stuff that void between Rona's thighs, using one of her special dildos.
Now the licking tongue was moving into high gear, rubbing the upper wall of her leaking cunt. It was the same spot touched by a good cock; the spot other than her clitoris that brought her to climatic fruition. Somehow Rona, a pure novice at this, had found that sensitive line running through the roof of her hole, and was now furiously licking away at it. Her tongue was like that of a wild adder, spearing in and out with wild, continuous thrusts, making Joan squirm, writhe, and move across the bed. But even as she moved, Rona stayed with her, her mouth locked on the slithery orifice, licking and slurping, plunging her tongue in ever anew.
It was the wildest cunt-lick Joan had ever experienced. This unknowing girl was doing a better job of eating her than any other person she'd ever known. It was as if Rona had been born to this, foolishly repressed by religious beliefs until she, Joan, had fortunately come along.
She began rising to new heights now, feeling the powerful, all-important orgasm suddenly build inside her, beating against her interior, making her feel bloated with sensation. It was as if an orgasmic balloon was blowing up inside her. It was getting larger and larger, and then, all of a sudden, it burst. But when it burst there was no empty feeling, but rather a torrent of overpowering, critical furor. It slammed against her with the force of a powerful explosion, slamming her to the bed with Rona's face still deeply buried between her widespread loins.
"No more!" Joan screamed. "No more! I can't take it anymore."
She tugged Rona's eager mouth from her oversensitive cunt, throwing her off to the side. Then she clamped her thighs together, actually afraid the young girl would try to force her way back in.
"Now me," Rona begged. "Now me. You promised me if I did everything you wanted, you'd keep me satisfied."
"You haven't done everything I wanted," Joan told her, gasping for breath. "No dear, there are a few minor things to be taken care of."
"For God's sake," Rona yelled. "What more do you want of me? I've done everything you've asked me to do. I'll keep on doing whatever pleases you, but I need some relief, too."
"And you'll get it," Joan agreed, "but only after you've done what I want you to do."
"Then tell me what more you want done," Rona pleaded.
"You see Bob's penis?" she asked, pointing to the naked Manset's huge organ, solid and standing out from between his thighs.
"Yes, I see it," Rona nodded. "I want it buried between my legs."
"I have a bigger thing to bury between your legs," Joan told her, smiling. "But while I'm stuffing that thing into you, you have to fill your mouth and throat with that marvelous cock."
"I'll strangle to death," Rona gasped.
"Not if you do it correctly," Joan told her. "All you have to do is relax your throat muscles, and you'll be able to swallow the full nine inches. It may be a bit uncomfortable, but you can do it. And if you do it properly, as a reward, I'm going to give you this, all the way up your sweet little cunt."
Joan had gotten off the bed and had opened a nearby night table. From within, she extracted a dildo nearly a foot long, with a thickness greater than that of Manset's cock.
Rona stared at the instrument unbelievingly, and finally said: "I'll never fit all of that into me."
"Probably not," Joan agreed, "but well stuff as much of it into you as we possibly can. I promise you, you'll love it."
"Have a heart," Rona begged, licking some of the smears of Joan's cunt juice from her lips.
"Remember your promise," Joan said, delighted to see the girl was actually enjoying the taste of her pussy. Before the day was over, Rona would learn to enjoy a few more things.
Rona fell to her knees in front of Bob Manset, determined to do as good a job of blowing him as she had eaten Joan. Burning with the need for satisfaction, the fire inside her made her all the more attentive to what she was now doing. Reaching out, she let his loose, hanging balls fill her hand, and she thrilled to the way the wrinkled scrotum moved. Her eyes were raptly on the thick, heavy cock, knowing she had to swallow it all.
Manset was six feet tall with a very impressive, solid body. His shoulders were straight and firm, and his legs were solid towers of support. It was only natural he have a magnificent cock, as well. It was something no Rodin, Michelangelo, or Cellini could have properly copied.
Yes, Rona had to admit, it was beautiful. Two days ago she would have been terrified at the thought of merely looking at so marvelous an instrument. Now here she was about to swallow it, taking the entire nine inches into her mouth, and as much of it down her throat as possible. Christ! It was marvelous-erect, proud, swollen with blood, hued with a purple top and a light tan shank, throbbing, shining, vibrating with life. And as thick as the bole was, she could see the outlines of the various blood vessels tracing their way around it. The lubricant coating the swollen head made it shine as though shellacked.
Leaning forward, she tentatively put her tongue out and licked the shining fluid off his cock head. It made the penis jump. Her wet tongue ran over the purple head again and again, moving in ever smaller circles until the point of her tongue came into contact with the tiny slit in the head of his cock. As if she'd done it all her life, Rona let her tongue flick in and out of the tiny hole, swallowing up more of the juices it emitted. Manset, completely unprepared for the excellent way she was tonguing his meat, felt himself building very quickly. Not even Joan Sumner was this good, and Joan was better than all the others he'd ever known.
Manset was feeling ecstatic agony. But so wholly unprepared had he been for this that his sighs of rapture sounded more like a death rattle. The girl was unreal. She was unlike any woman he'd ever known before. Had she decided to make a living this way, she could have charged fifty dollars a blowjob, and men would line up to pay her.
There was just so far that Rona could plunge the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit: the eye, after all, was very small and narrow. Yet, there was plenty of meat to the surface of the purple penis head, and now her tongue was darting along the sensitive flesh until the purple cap became even more mottled. Storm clouds seemed to form within the swollen prick, and both Manset and Rona knew he would shortly be blasting forth one helluva deluge.
The fleshy pole throbbed increasingly as his balls began to tighten and pull away from her palm into his body. A quivering within began to heighten. It was a feeling over which Manset had no control. He was breathing heavily, matching the speeded-up cadence of his heart. For some reason, Bob Manset felt like screaming, thinking perhaps a scream might ease the tenseness building within him. But at that point, he wasn't even able to whisper. He couldn't even make a guttural sound in his throat. Every bit of his strength was sliding into his cock. His balls were working overtime, manufacturing gallons of thick cream. Rona was the kind of cocksucker every man dreams of knowing, and though he thinks he may have found her once or twice in his life, he knows for a fact he hasn't when he finally encounters Rona-and fully understands what an ultimate fellatrix is. Rona was born to cocksucking as surely as he had been naturally given to cunt-lapping. She was probably the greatest tongue-lapping female alive. Not that
Manset had tested every other woman in the world, but he'd had more than a few, and none could even begin to compare with this sweet, formerly pure and innocent ex-virgin.
Her lips clamped tightly on the head, ringing it with fantastic sucking force. She clamped her tongue tightly against the underside of his monolithic cock, and with a slurping, sucked as much of it in as her mouth could contain. Her tongue rubbed hard against the bottom of the throbbing cock and Manset shook even more. And then, as instructed, Rona relaxed her throat muscles and, little by little, began inching the monstrous cock deep into her esophagus. In almost no time, she was right down to the base, his hairy pelvis scrubbing her lips. And then she did something no woman before had ever done for Bob Manset. She opened her mouth even wider, and suddenly she was swallowing his testicles along with the full length of his cock. Her hands clutched the cheeks of his ass, clutching his pubis tightly against her face. Then she relaxed her hold, eased away a bit, surrendering the balls and four inches of monstrous cock before ramming her head forward and swallowing them down again.
An experienced cocksucker would have envied her. A novice would never have believed it possible. Her oral abilities were unbounded and unbelievable. She no longer felt any sense of guilt or shame. She knew Manset had a full load of cream, just waiting to be unleashed, and she was determined she would swallow every drop. Nothing would be spilled. At that point, the burning gism was the most important thing in her life.
Joan stared at the girl in wonder. She'd strapped the dildo on, intending to go into the girl's cunt from the rear while Rona was sucking Manset's penis. But the spectacle was something not to be missed. She had to watch the whole thing. Manset seemed to be the world's greatest expression artist. His face contorted, at first reflecting ecstasy, then sorrow, then pleasure, then agony. The way Rona's mouth continually vacuumed his balls in, left no doubt the man was in some kind of pain. The only way to end the pain would be for the man to finally shoot his load. It was obvious Manset was no longer aware of anyone or anything. He was concentrating solely on the way the girl was sucking, thrilling to the wide-opened over-hot mouth of the young girl as it traversed the length of his hard dick, back and forth, back and forth. Saliva was pouring from her mouth, trickling over his balls onto his thighs as he stood rooted, unable to move. Some of the sputum fell onto Rona's knees, and she took one hand from Manset's asscheeks and rubbed the spittle against her own burning pussy. This caused her to speed up her oral ministrations, and Manset, no longer able to hold himself back, erupted violently down her throat. Burning, thick, heavy cream came spewing forth, charging into her gullet.
The boiling, bubbling fluid spattered deep into her belly, coating her throat as well. Gusher after gusher erupted heavily down the girl's eager, questing throat, as she continued rubbing her own clitoris with the saliva on her thighs. Her own oils were now pouring out and she continued rubbing them in, as well. This only served to make her head-bobbing action even greater, and a liquid avalanche continued rushing down her throat. She sucked and sucked and sucked, and even as the penis began shrinking, she continued sucking. Now she could savor the heavy balls.
No longer preparing to release a weighty load, they relaxed in their skin container, falling into her eager mouth. Manset reached down and gripped her hair, unable to keep his balance. He almost toppled over, and only Rona's oral grip on his penis kept him upright. Had he fallen over at that point, it was possible she would have castrated him with her teeth, taking off his balls along with his cock as she strongly sucked, pulling out every last drop of the thick, heavy liquid.
Finally it was over. Manset eased his limp, dangling cock from the girl's sucking mouth and collapsed on the floor. He was unable to move. A few more like those, and he'd be fit for nothing. The girl had totally drained him.
"Now," Rona screamed. "Now you have to keep your promise," she said to Joan Sumner.
"Yes," Joan agreed, dazed by the girl's performance. "Now I have to keep my promise."
She had the huge, cock-like piece of hard rubber strapped artfully between her thighs in exactly the same place a man's penis belonged. When Rona came to her, grabbing the dildo with her hand, she was surprised at the weight of it. It didn't have the heat of a penis, but that was all it lacked. It was as heavy as a real organ, and it was one helluva lot thicker and longer.
She fell back on the bed, pulling Joan by the dildo. When Joan's knees hit the mattress between her thighs, Rona tugged the dildo forward, placing it against her creaming, aching slit. She had been waiting overlong for this. Her entire vaginal canal was a mass of liquid. She stuffed, feeling the huge breadth of artificial cock widen her vaginal interior as Joan Sumner pushed forward. She felt as if she were being deflowered all over again. The thickness of the rubber rammed Into her and she moaned a "gnnngh" as Joan pressed it further and further until the point of the thick, unreal cock touched the neck of the girl's young womb. Joan knew she had gone as far as she could, and was preparing to pull back when Rona suddenly screamed and began coming, having multiple orgasms. The mere entry of the dildo had triggered her, and she came heavily.
Joan, not content with Rona's having her many orgasms, began giving her a little hip action, and on top of the group of climaxes she was already experiencing, Rona began coming again, one wave of crises following another. Her body jerked and spasmed wildly, uncontrollably, madly, and just when it seemed the wave of overpowering feeling was passing, another series of sensations took hold of her.
Rona's hips were working even faster than Joan's, letting her aroused cunt, filled with shivering thrills, run up and down along the artificial penis, wild with trembling excitement.
There was no control left in her. She was coming so swiftly now, one climax blended into another. It seemed like one long, lasting orgasm
Pleased Rona was so totally affected, Joan wanted to ram the dildo clear through the girl's cervix, up into her stomach. She was overjoyed the girl was so thoroughly corrupted, knowing Rona would still suffer guilty pangs for awhile, and that was what pleased her the most. The knowledge the girl would suffer as much as she was now enjoying herself made Joan's revenge complete.
"Fuck," Rona was whimpering. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
"No more," Joan screamed, suddenly tugging the dildo out. "No more. You've had enough."
And before Rona could protest and beg for more, Joan tore the dildo off, and with it still in her hand, ran from the room. Bob Manset hurried after her, and suddenly Rona felt alone. Just as she'd felt alone when the two had been intent on seducing her, so did she now feel alone and untouched wanting to seduce them