Chapter 7
The rest of the day passed swiftly for Rona. She ate lunch, then went to her room and fell asleep. At about eight o'clock, she went down to the kitchen and made herself a light supper. The horrible burning sensation within had finally cooled. It was as if the whole thing had been one long bad dream
How could she have done such things? How had she dared perform such abominations? Her conscience was catching up in a hurry. All the things to which she had shut her mind in the last twenty-four hours were now coming back to haunt her. She shuddered, realizing how low she had permitted herself to sink. The whole thing was a living nightmare. She had to escape. She had to get away.
The woman had done something to her, exercised some sort of power over her. She had made Rona suddenly come to love, want, and crave all the evil things she'd repeatedly been told to avoid. How could she allow herself to get caught up in such a horror? Worse, why had she come to enjoy what she had done? She had actually found the taste of Joan Sumner's cunt to be very pleasant. Equally horrible was the way she had thrilled to the fullness of Bob Manset's cock in her mouth and down her throat. When he had finally unloaded his spunk she couldn't wait to drink it all down. It should have disgusted her, made her sick, and even caused her to vomit. Instead, she had thirsted after the sperm the way a vampire lusted for blood.
Even now, without any burning sensations in her own vagina or fiery feeling in her belly, Rona knew she loved fucking, sucking, and everything associated with sex. Her conscience was mercilessly berating her, yet she couldn't find it in herself to feel bad. God! What was wrong with her. Why wouldn't her conscience accept everything as easily as her mind and body had?
Walking into the living room, she stared at her nude reflection in the huge mirror on the wall across the room Odd, but her body seemed to have developed a glow it lacked before. Her breasts seemed a bit fuller, but no less solid, and her hips seemed to angle a bit wider. She was really becoming a woman.
Unknown to Rona, Joan Sumner was watching her on her closed-circuit TV screen. She had been observing Rona ever since the latter had entered the kitchen. At first she was amused, watching the way the girl's head hung in shame. Yes, the little twit was feeling the pangs of remorse now. Good, good! That was precisely what Joan was hoping for.
The three girls who had stayed at the house prior to Rona had been far more sensible. They'd seen there was no way out for them. They had capitulated to her caresses almost immediately. And why shouldn't they? She, Joan, was an extremely attractive woman. She fought to keep herself from getting fat, strenuously dieting even now. She made love expertly, arousing both male and female to the height of ardor in an extremely short time. The other three girls had come to love her. What made this little snipe think she was any better? How dare she run away when Joan ordered her to suck her cunt. In any case, Rona was now no better than the other girls. She had finally come around to Joan's way of thinking. And the worst part of it was, she could outperform all three of the others, combined. Hell, she could outperform the best doxy around, and Joan knew because she had become well-acquainted with a great many whores. Not one of them could measure up to Rona. It was truly a crime for a girl with so natural a talent to waste herself on holy recriminations. Joan had to knock that religious training out of the girl once and for all.
Then she watched Rona go into the living room and stare at her nudity in the huge living room mirror. And that was when Joan knew she no longer needed aphrodisiacs to keep the girl under control. There was no doubt she was no longer feeling physical pangs as she'd felt earlier, but fucking had been completely ingrained in her. She was one hot little bitch, totally unable to control herself. This was the revenge for which Joan had planned. Yes, she had the girl right where she wanted her now, and to make certain, she would watch the girl fuck two men at once, without any stimulants.
Both the two men working for her, Tom Furio and John Bardo, had the night off. Rona had seen John before when he'd served supper the previous night. She had never seen Tom. Between them, the two men would find out just how good the girl was without any aphrodisiacs urging her on.
Joan knew where they went on their nights off. They loved their sex and usually went to one of the village's whorehouses. But before going there, they almost always spent an hour or two at the Dixie Belle Bar & Grill. Maybe she could still catch them there.
The Dixie Belle was on South Main Street, right next to a motel of the same name, both owned by the same person. Joan had never gone into the bar before, but she was so desirous of reaching the two men, she walked in without thinking twice.
Inside, the place was noisy, with cigarette smoke hanging in the air. A lot of occupied tables stood between Joan and the bar, and a lot of hands were trying to grab her as she passed the tables. She ignored them all and kept on walking.
Standing at the corner of the bar were Tom Furio and John Bardo. Both were guzzling beer, and neither had picked up a girl. Had Joan not come along, there was no question but that the two men would have spent the night at a local bawdy house.
Both were surprised to see Joan there, and though it was their night off, neither questioned her when she asked them to return to the house with her. Neither knew what to think. They had never been invited to share her bed, and didn't bother entertaining thoughts "in that direction. They figured they'd leave the "old lady" to Bob Manset, and go pay for some young ass.
"How would the two of you like a nice young woman for the night?" Joan asked. "She's yours for the asking, and free."
"What's the catch?" Furio asked.
He was six feet tall, with a huge barrel chest and a strong face. His voice was soft and didn't belong to so powerful a body. He was much stronger than Bardo, who was the handsomer of the two, and the more slender of the two despite the pot starting to form
"No catch," Joan told him. "I have that sweet little girl Bob brought home the other day. She was one of those pristine types when Robert brought her into the house. She's learned a bit, since. But all she's had is Robert and myself. I think it time she became acquainted with others, like John and yourself. She's yours for the night. The two of you can use her as you see fit with no interference from me."
"What if she doesn't like the idea?" Furio asked.
"I'm depending on the two of you to make her like the idea," Joan told him, smiling. When they reached the Simmer Mansion, Joan brought the two of them directly to Rona's bedroom She entered without knocking, and when Rona saw the two men standing behind Joan, she gasped and tried to hide her nakedness in the bathroom. Before she could shut the door, Joan called out to her to come out, explaining the two men were her playmates for the night.
"Stop it!" Rona screamed. "Why must you continue to degrade me this way? I've done nothing to hurt you! Two nights ago I was quietly minding my own business when this whole nightmare began. Can't you have the decency to let me pick up my life where I left it?"
"You mean you want to return to a jail cell?" Joan asked. "Don't forget, Bob and I didn't come into your life until after you were arrested for streetwalking. Anytime you wish to return to the police station, just say the word."
"You win," Rona groaned. "You always win. What do you want me to do now?"
"First," Joan told her, "I want you to come out here."
Slowly, Rona walked back into the bedroom, letting the two rough men feast their eyes on her tempting body. It still radiated with the satisfaction she'd been receiving. She recognized John Bardo as the manservant who had waited on her the first night she'd had supper there. She didn't know the other man.
"You know John, of course," Joan was saying. "Tom works here, too. He's the cook as well as the gardener. Right now the weather doesn't permit him to do much gardening, but in order for him to keep in shape, I decided he could do another kind of planting. I think it time you learned the glories of other penises, Rona. Also, I think it time a man shot his come into your sweet, dainty little cunt. A hot bath afterward will wash out any possibility of your becoming pregnant. I'm certain the boys here will give you the opportunity to take quite a few hot baths before this night has ended."
"Don't do this to me," Rona asked softly, no longer begging. "I never did anything to hurt you. I don't deserve this."
"I'm doing you a favor," Joan rationalized. "The world is filled with men who will lust after you. More than one will have you. The time has come for you to experience other cocks. These are two of the finest I could bring you. Both are clean . . . " She hesitated and looked at the two men. They nodded. ". . . And so, there's no possibility of your picking up some social disease. Enjoy yourselves, all three of you." And smiling, Joan left, shutting the door behind her.
"Don't make me pregnant," was all she could think to say as the two men undressed.
Both were strong, rough men, but the sight of the helpless sixteen year old, standing naked before them, touched something in them
"We don't have to risk knocking her up, do we?" Bardo asked Furio.
"Not if she does everything we say," Furio agreed, shaking his head.
Naked, he looked more grotesque. His hairy chest was huge, but his belly was only slightly rounded. He had no weight in that area at all. Bardo was just the opposite. He carried all his weight in his stomach, and it protruded a bit more than Furio's, but his chest, though far from flabby, was not large.
"C'mere," Furio ordered, sitting on the bed. His erection stood up between his thighs like a flesh colossus. It was long and fat, though not as long nor as thick as Bob Manset's. Yet Furio's had a perfect shape to it not even Manset could match. From its base to its tip, Furio's red cock looked like a blunt-nosed rocket ready for launching. He had a small pair of balls considering how long and thick his cock was.
"Work on this," Furio ordered, pointing to his rigid cock.
Rona fell to her knees, staring at the phallus. She didn't have the burning heat inside her she'd felt earlier, but the sight of the perfect-looking penis had aroused something inside her. She knew she had developed a perversion. She enjoyed sucking. The moment she had put Bob Manset's wonderful cock in her mouth, expecting to become sick, she had realized she would love it. Alone in her room earlier, she had been able to berate herself and let her conscience tear her apart for all the things she'd enjoyed. But now, in the presence of cock all over again, she realized she was helpless.
She really enjoyed fellating. She knew she was going to suck the cocks of both men. She would do whatever they wanted, and not because she was afraid of them, as Joan Sumner thought. Oh she was afraid, to a certain extent, but it wasn't fear that had her on her knees, hungrily eyeing the red tower of flesh wavering before her eyes. And when John Bardo knelt behind her and began kissing her spine, it wasn't fright that caused her to shudder. She was addicted to cock. She was one hundred percent addicted. And now she knew it was an addiction that would never leave her system, no matter how much she scolded herself when alone, or cried, or felt remorse.
Her head was now on Furio's knees. She was kissing his thighs, feeling the heat of the swollen member. God, yes, she had to have it in her mouth. She to taste it and drain it of the heavy liquid filling the sacs beneath. Her tongue was slippery with saliva as she anticipated swallowing the pulsing prick, and she could already feel Furio's hand caressing the back of her neck as if he damn well knew what she intended and was more than willing to go along. She leaned forward, licked the bright red knob, then pulled back, as if trying to placate her ever bothersome conscience.
Instantly, Tom Furio's hand tightened on her neck and brought her back. Now she could placate her conscience in that she was being forced to suck, while at the same time her unconscious was fully aware how much she loved it. Furio pulled her face right up against the solid staff, pressing its bulbous head to her closed lips. It rubbed, and she could feel the spongy knob as it leaked its colorless, odorless, tasteless fluid.
Little by little, the pressure of the prick head against her lips forced her to open her mouth. Little by little, she began accepting the solid member into her mouth, licking with her tongue while pressing a circle around it with her lips.
Where Bob Manset's throbbing cock had tasted meaty, this one had a sweetness to it, like honey-beef. She liked the taste. Even more, she liked its round smoothness, and all the while she-wriggled as John Bardo's tongue kept moving up and down her spine. She had bathed an hour earlier, using a peppermint bubble bath, and Bardo was licking it all off her back, and loving it.
There was nothing bland or tasteless about the cock. Nor was there anything pungent and strong about it. Apparently Furio was as fastidious about cleanliness as she. But it was delicious. Like a solid tube of hard rubber.. . yes . . . much like the dildo Joan had pushed into her, earlier. It began firmly working its way across her tongue, rubbing the roof of her mouth, causing her cheeks to bloat and hollow as she sucked and swallowed, not wanting to gag on her own saliva. Her head moved farther along, swallowing more of the meat until she felt the rubbery head press into her throat. Well, she'd done it with Manset, there was no reason why she couldn't do it with Furio, whose cock was just the littlest bit thinner and shorter. Relaxing her throat muscles, she took the power-driven phallus into her gullet, clamping her throat muscles around it, squeezing it, driving Furio into a frenzy.
My God! he thought. He had been blown by experts, but none of them had been this good. How could such a pure, sweet, innocent, childlike girl blow so fantastically. She was continuing to suck more and more of him deeper into her throat. Her head hadn't bobbed once. It had all been going in one direction. He could feel her esophagus all but crush his corona as it wedged itself into the girl's throat, and still she didn't stop. Down she went, going further, not stopping until her lips were being brushed by the hairs of his pelvis. Even then, she kept moving her head lower until her lips were actually planting strong kisses on his pubic mound. Furio could hear sirens wailing in his ears as burning lava rumbled in his testicles, working itself into enough of a fury to eventually come shooting through the flesh tube of his powerful cock. But it still hadn't boiled enough, and when the girl's lips finally touched bottom and then began retreating, rising, moving in the reverse direction, releasing his meaty penile point as her lips slid backwards along the heavy pole of cockflesh, Furio shivered, completely out of control. Never, but never, had he experienced a mouth like this. The woman was a sexual succubus. He was in an exquisite agony he wouldn't trade for Heaven itself.
Bringing her mouth all the way back, Rona let her tongue flutter lightly around the heavy red bulb, tasting the seeping liquid as it came oozing forth from the sightless eye. Then she let her tongue lick up and down against the underside, slurping in the transparent sauce each time she reached the top.
Her pulses trip hammered strongly all over her body, keeping time with her thudding heart. The clutch of Furio's fingers on her nape made Rona tingle. It was one thing to enjoy sucking a cock, it was something else to enjoy being forced to do it
I'm a cocksucker, Rona thought, no longer making excuses for herself. I'm a cocksucker, and I like it. Not only do I like it, but listen to the poor man whose cock I'm sucking. He loves it even more than I, if such a thing is possible. His big fat dripping penis is almost ready to unleash its contents. Look at the way the thing is throbbing. Yes, I'm a cocksucker,-and I'm glad I discovered how wonderful it is.
John Bardo's tongue had reached lower and lower along Rona's spine. Now it was riding into her asscrack, and she was thrusting her hips forward and back, matching Bardo's rapidly thrusting oral digit. And Furio's hips were moving in rhythm with her own, back and forth as her lips ovaled around his flesh tube. His loin lunges forced his heavy cock deep into Rona's throat each time, and each time her gullet opened wide to receive the heavy, meaty head. Now her throat and her lips were applying strong pressure as she crushed the warm circle of her mouth ever tighter around the intruding flesh. As she sucked, her hands snaked between his thighs and lightly squeezed his compressed scrotum They weren't nearly as big as Manset's balls, but she liked the way they filled her palm with room to spare. The sac was less wrinkled than Manset's, but it was much hairier. She could feel the weight of the two testicles completely filling the leather-like bag. They were young and firm, and when she squeezed she could sense him shuddering. But she knew she wasn't hurting him. There was no pain in the way he was gasping. She used her other hand to apply rubbing pressure while her mouth continued pistoning up and down on the heavy ramrod. She was doing her best to orally milk his cock of the milky fluid it would soon release, occasionally gulping, swallowing his colorless lubrication along with her saliva.
The stiff poker in her mouth began getting harder and tighter. She remembered the sensation before, recalling how Bob Manset had let flow a river of delicious sperm down her throat only seconds after his own thick cock had stiffened in just such a way. Too, Furio was grunting loudly, like a male gorilla in heat.
And then he was coming. He was unleashing a blast of come to flood the delta of the Nile. More and more liquid came blasting from his stiff cock, firing the hot cream down Rona's hungering throat into her eager belly. She drank as if his penis were the Fountain of Youth. Gobs of continuous fluid poured into her, filling her with all kinds of warmth. And the best part was that there was more to come.
Corrupt, decadent bitch, Joan Sumner thought, watching on her closed-circuit monitor. Violated and violating. Impure and unchaste. Cock-hungry, prick-eating, prurient whore.
Yes, she, Joan, had done it. She had made the girl a solid nerve center of erogenous zones. The girl had no control over herself. There was one more step to the girl's final degradation, but it could wait. Right now she wanted to see the end of the menage-a-trois she had brought together.
Rona had sucked until Furio's cock was completely dry. Even then, she had continued sucking. The penis had refused to shrink, and Rona had believed there might be a drop or two of gism still floating around inside. But after a while, all she was getting was more lubricant. Not a drop of sperm was left.
Furio pulled her head off his cock, unable to take the leeching of her lovely mouth.
"Did I do something wrong?" she asked.
"No," Furio told her, shaking his head, catching his breath. "I just wanna try something different."
"Like what?" she asked.
"I wanna feel your cunt surrounding my cock," he told her.
"Don't come," she reminded him.
"Are you kidding?" he laughed. "Ml be one helluva long time before I'm ready to come again. Come on, let's feel your tight cunt."
He lay back and Rona straddled him. Then she guided the thick phallic head to her creaming slit. She was lubricating so heavily, Furio slid right in despite her near-virgin tightness. And her cuntwalls crushed his obtruding cock as solidly as her lips had earlier. Only Furio could feel the walls crushing the full length of his cock, all at once. And miraculously, the girl had depth. She was just barely able to contain Furio's full length. Once she was all the way down, Furio held her down and made her lean forward.
"Now," he whispered to Bardo: "Stick your prick right up her ass. Well pump her between us."
John Bardo's cock was not as thick or as long as either Tom Furio's or Bob Manset's. It was a standard, six inch job, with normal breadth. After Reeling Manset's cock buried in her ass, followed by that immense dildo later on, Rona found John Bardo's prick the easiest thing in the world to handle. It slid right into her asshole, completely lubricated by its own liquid.
Rona felt the wildest, strangest sensation yet. With one cock plugging her cunt and the other locked in her ass, she began moving back and forth, thrilling to the new electricity shooting through her body. A thin, membranous wall was all that separated her cunt from her anus, and she could feel the friction of both cocks in her at once, pressing against the wall, rubbing up against each other. Wild was the mildest word she could think of. There really was no word to describe the sensation she was feeling. Once again her conscience interjected how lewd and disgusting the whole thing was, and once again her unconscious mind sent a message to her conscious saying how wonderful it was to be lewd.
She moved back and forth, feeling both cocks slide in and out together, in an insane kind of joint rhythm. Rona felt her pores open wide as her perspiration came flooding out, coating her body with a slick shininess. Her breath was beginning to burn in her lungs and she voluntarily speeded up her movement, feeling John Bardo match her attacks with lunges of his own as deep into her tight ass as he could go.
Bardo had known more than a few women in his young life. His natural good looks had drawn the females like flies, and he had popped his share of cherries, as well as having fucked some of the most experienced chicks in existence. He'd pumped his share of ass, too. He'd fucked fat asses, small asses, round asses, flat asses; asses with narrow, tight holes, and asses with holes large enough to hold a fist. Rona's was one of the tightest he'd ever known, but once he'd put his cock all the way in, she'd tightened her ass muscles as no other girl had ever done. His cock was all but locked into the narrow confines of the anal canal. She bucked back and forth, making him gasp with pleasure. He was glad he'd waited, and yet, tight as her grip was, he couldn't come. Damn it all, why couldn't he pop his load? He could feel the walls of her anal cavity tightly squeeze the trunk of his cock. The pressure was fantastic The feeling was unbelievable. Yet, he couldn't come. He just couldn't come. He rammed his flaming meat to the hilt inside her ass, feeling the bounciness of her asscheeks as he slammed against them
Bardo's furious action caused Rona to move even more quickly, and Tom Furio was going out of his mind with the wildness of it all. The woman bucked crazily against him, and Bardo's cock, deep in her ass, was pushing that separating membrane strongly against his own prick, enhancing things even more. If this continued, Furio knew he would shortly come a second time.
Furio's mouth felt her tits sliding back and forth, and he opened his lips and sucked in a long, distended nipple. The action was all Rona needed to start her on a series of wild orgasms. She screamed and began pumping even more wildly, bouncing in all directions at once, pulling Bardo with her.
"More!" she begged, as Bardo's cock rode high up into her rectal center. "Shove that thing deeper."
"I.. . can't," he gasped. "That's as far as it'll go."
"You," she said to Furio, suddenly jumping off his extended cock. "You have a prick long enough to reach deep into me. You fuck me in the ass."
"What about me?" Bardo asked, pulling out his still-swollen cock.
Rona turned and let Furio insert his prick into her anus. Bardo's cock had opened it enough so she felt no pain at all as the monstrous pole slid right in. Rona was on her knees, and she could see John Bardo's stiff prick waving at her, as if inviting her to do something about it. As Furio rammed forward, shoving her forward the slightest bit, Rona opened her mouth and tugged Bardo toward her. His cock was nothing like the others. It fit into her mouth with no trouble at all. She was able to take the full length of it into her mouth and feel the tip brush the back of her throat without actually forcing its way into her much-used esophagus. She sucked and sucked, chewing a bit, biting the spongy glans, nibbling the corona, drinking his continuous flow of colorless ointment as it kept on oozing from his cock.
Furio's continued ass fucking made Rona writhe wildly. It made her suck on Bardo's thrusting cock all the harder as it continued slithering in and out of the girl's hot, burning mouth. One of her hands was fondling Bardo's heavy balls. His genitals were as out of proportion as those of Tom Furio. He had an immense set of heavy balls. In fact, his balls should have been paired with Furio's long, hard, thick cock.
Furio knew he was going to come again. He couldn't stop himself. He'd lost what little control there was when she'd had him bury his frothing meat inside the blazing tunnel of her ass. It gripped even more tightly than the chamber of her lush pussy, which was one of the tightest cunts he'd ever known. God, was she tight. She had the best cocksucking mouth he'd ever felt. Her cunt was one of the tightest he'd ever known, and her asshole was far and away the strongest he'd ever felt grip his cock.
The sperm came rumbling up through the meaty tube of his cock and suddenly went shooting into the depths of the girl's bowels. The heat of the shooting sperm blasting into her colon brought Rona to the brink of an anal climax. She reached down between her thighs with her free hand and began rubbing her oversensitive clitoris. She only had to touch it, and suddenly she had both a clitoral and an anal orgasm at once. It sent her skyrocketing straight up as darkness seemed to close over her mind, twinkling with the light of ten million stars.
She sighed in a garbled way, what with Bardo's cock still lodged deep in her mouth. It rammed in and out with thunderous rapidity, her lips compressing tightly around it, and her tongue automatically pressing strongly against the underside, increasing the friction.
Rona had locked her thighs tightly around her hand, and kept pressing her fingers against her clit, Furio's cock was still locked inside her ass, and though it was beginning to shrink, Rona held onto it as long as she could, bouncing back and forth. She had another clitoral climax, this one not as strong, but good just the same. It made her suck on Bardo's cock all the more fervently, and this time the man knew there was no power on earth to stop him from coming. Just as he hadn't been able to shoot earlier, so now did he unload a gallon of spunk with twice the intensity of Furio's blasting cock. Rona once again swallowed, tasting the deep, thick, rich, milk of the sperm as it traveled toward her stomach.
She drank as long as she could, sapping every last bit of energy from John Bardo along with his sperm. She sucked until his penis had shriveled to a minute fraction of what it had been before. And by that time, Tom Furio's penis had shriveled to near-nothingness as it popped out of Rona's ass.
'That was good," she sighed, falling onto her bed and curling up. But neither Furio nor Bardo heard her. Both were asleep.