Chapter 8
The same night Joan Stunner was watching Tom Furio and John Bardo double-fuck Rona, sandwich style, Bob Manset was using his charm on Carmen Legstrom. Carmen, now in her mid-twenties, was even more naive than Rona. She knew men and women had to copulate to produce children, but there her knowledge stopped. She was under the impression a woman could become pregnant if she soul-kissed, too, and fear of sexual intercourse had been so ingrained in the girl that she almost never dated men, and certainly never more than one date per man.
The girl was much taller than Rona; almost five feet six inches talk She had soft brown hair, very light, with creamy white skin and dancing brown eyes. Her breasts, pressing against her yellow blouse, were prominent enough, and Bob Manset decided he would very much like to get his hands on them. She had a slender waist, nice wide hips, and strong thighs and calves, plainly visible though she wore a knee-length skirt.
Carmen's parents had died while she was still young, and she had lived with a puritanical aunt. Her aunt, after having completely and carefully indoctrinated Carmen concerning the evils of sex, had also died. Carmen didn't have a relative in the world, but when her aunt had died, Carmen had already been working at the bank. Between the estate her parents had left her and the money left by her aunt, Carmen, in less than a week, would, on her twenty-sixth birthday, be better than fairly well-to-do. Oddly, this was the one thing about the girl Bob Manset had missed. As far as he was concerned, Carmen was a girl with no future. All he had to do was tell the local bank she was taking a vacation, and no one would question the girl's absence.
Perhaps the reason Bob Manset was unaware of the girl's forthcoming wealth was that it wasn't kept in the Sumner Bank. It was being held in a large city bank. However, after spending the evening with Carmen, Manset decided she was just what Joan Sumner wanted. When the evening had ended, Manset had not so much as shaken the girl's hand.
Returning to the Sumner Mansion, Manset found everyone, including Joan Sumner, fast asleep. He spent that night in his own room
The following morning, after a brisk shower, Manset went down to breakfast. To his surprise, he found nothing prepared. A few moments later, Joan Sumner, dressed in a simple cotton print, came into the dining room and explained both Furio and Bardo were still fast asleep in Rona's room
"Must have been quite a night," he said, when Joan finished explaining.
"That girl's put the best mistresses, prostitutes, and houris out of business," Joan told him "Between you and me, I think I'm fast becoming jealous of her. You know, she's only sixteen. Imagine what she might be like in a year or two?"
"Hell," Manset laughed. "Just picture what she'd be like at twenty-five or twenty-six."
"By then, I expect she'll be well out of our lives."
"I'm glad you still consider me a part of your life," Manset smiled.
"Oh yes, you'll always be part of my life," Joan answered. "You're as corrupt and degenerate as I. Even if you walked out on me, you'd never change. Eventually you'd come back to me, and what's more, I'd take you back. We're more than twenty years apart, Robert, and yet we belong to one another. When I die, you'll find a young girl to take my place and do to her what I did to you. And if she's the right young girl, I suspect when you die, she'll find another young man, another version of you, and shell corrupt him"
"You seem pretty sure of yourself," Manset snapped.
"Of myself, no. Of you, yes. You're a promising young attorney, and without my patronage you'd work your way to the top of a small law firm by the time you were sixty or so. By staying with me, you'll eventually wind up with ten times more money than you could ever hope for. Since it's properly invested, it continues getting bigger every year, so you'll eventually inherit quite a sum."
"I had no idea I was your heir," Manset told her.
"I know. I had the will drawn up by another attorney. If I live past sixty-five, and then only if I die a natural death, you will receive everything. You see Robert, this way I insure your looking after me in my old age. I also insure my having a sex life as long as I five. When I become old and ugly, youll still fuck me, if only to try and bring about a heart attack. That's the only way you can bring about a natural death. And I have no doubt you will do all in your power to see to it I die naturally."
"You're a bitch," Manset snapped.
"A rich bitch," she smiled back. "And some day you'll be even richer. Now, tell me about your own evening."
So Manset filled Joan in on Carmen Legstrom
"Perfect," Joan nodded. "A little too old to be as innocent-looking as our darling Rona. But then, if she's still as pure as you say, no matter how she looks, she's more innocent mentally than our former virgin who is now as depraved as we are."
"Oh?"
"Oh yes. She had quite a session last night with Tom Furio and John Bardo. If we weren't in need of them, I'd let the two of them go on sleeping. She really knocked them out. But I think we'll need them."
"Not until tonight," Manset told her. "The best time is when Carmen goes home. She lives in a little five room house that used to belong to an aunt of hers. She lives all alone. The place is very neatly kept, from what little I could see when she opened the door to go inside, last night. The door locks look rather simple, and anyone could get inside. Have Furio and Bardo wait in the girl's house for her. According to the reports I've received, she leaves the bank every day at four-thirty and is home at quarter-to-five, assuming she stops off to do some shopping."
"Good idea," Joan agreed.
It was well past noon when Joan Sumner's two men finally left Rona's room, went to their own, showered, dressed, and came down to do their chores. They were met by Bob Manset who explained what he wanted done to Carmen Legstrom. Both men agreed.
At four o'clock, they entered Carmen's house by way of the backdoor, springing the lock and re-snapping it on entry. Then they waited.
At precisely four-forty-seven, Carmen Leg, Strom's Toyota pulled into the carport next to the house. The girl came out, carrying a bundle of groceries. Entering the house, she was totally unaware of the two men. She set the bundle on the kitchen table and was about to prepare supper when Furio came in and covered her head with a pillowcase, having cut a small hole in it so that she could breathe. When she opened her mouth to scream, Furio wrapped a gag around the pillowcase, stuffing some of it into the girl's mouth while John Bardo was busy tying the girl's ankles and wrists. Rolling her into a floor rug, they carried her out of the house into a waiting station wagon and drove directly to Joan Sumner's.
The terrified girl was unceremoniously dumped into the special game room Joan had in the basement. Joan wasn't about to waste time with this one. This was Millicent once again reborn, and she, Joan, would do all the raping this time. She wouldn't even let Bob Manset get a piece of this action. She would rape the girl with the same dildo she'd used on Rona. And why not? If it was good enough for the sixteen-year-old little twit, it was certainly good enough to use on this one, almost ten years older. There was no doubt the girl's unbroken cherry, if still intact, would yield more readily to the dildo than to a real cock.
Dressed in only her white robe, Joan went down to the basement and entered the special playroom.
"Who . . . who are you?" the terrified Carmen asked, relaxing a trifle when she saw she was facing a woman rather than a man.
"I'm Mrs. Sumner," Joan told her. "You know of me, surely."
"What do you want of me?" Carmen asked.
"Your body," Joan told her, frankly. "You're a virgin, as yet untouched. Before any man puts his hands on you, I want you. I intend having you."
"What are you talking about?" Carmen asked, frightened, thinking the woman had to be crazy.
"I intend fucking you," Joan told her, and the other woman gasped. "Oh yes, with a little instrument I keep for just such a purpose, I intend taking your virginity. Before I'm through with you, you will learn everything there is to know about pleasing me sexually. At the same time, you will learn how to please a man. And if I'm satisfied with your performance, when you leave here and go back to work at the bank, you'll have a substantial raise."
"You're mad," Carmen said, throatily. "I won't let you touch me."
"Whether you let me or not, I'll touch you. I'll fuck you as certainly as any man. I'll see to it you're completely dehymenized. As to how painful it will be, well, that will be up to you. But I promise you, I will have you, and within the hour."
"Why are you doing this?" Carmen screamed. "What have I done to you?"
"You haven't done a thing to me," Joan told her. I'm not doing this out of some sort of revenge. At least it isn't revenge against you. Not directly, that is. As far as you're concerned, I'm doing this strictly because you're a sweet, innocent virgin. I simply hate sweet, innocent virgins. I feel it's my task to make them sweet, not-so-innocent non-virgins. By the time I'm through with you, you'll know everything I know, you'll be able to do everything I can do, and you'll love it as much, or even more than I do. Virginity is a curse. Be glad I'm relieving you of it."
"Stop it!" Carmen screamed. "You're a madwoman. I want to get out of here, and right now."
"You'll leave here, all right," Joan smiled. "You'll leave when I'm ready to let you go, and not before. Count yourself fortunate, my dear. There are not many people to whom I give such special attention."
"Let me out!" Carmen screamed, running at Joan, attempting to claw the woman.
But Joan was too quick for her. She sidestepped and slapped the girl, knocking her down. Carmen lay on the floor sobbing heavily. Joan left the playroom, went through the larger, ordinary playroom, and called to Robert Manset from the foot of the stairs. Manset came hurrying down, and Joan said, "This one is also in need of a lesson, Robert. Only we're not going to give her the benefit of an aphrodisiac. This one is going to be raped by me, personally. And to make certain she doesn't squirm away, I want you to hold her down."
"Why me?" Manset asked. "Both Furio and Bardo are much stronger than I."
"You're afraid to let this one see your face, aren't you, Robert? Well, let's you and I get one thing straight. Whatever I do, you are part of. I don't care what kind of imagine you may have taken to this bitch, but I want her to know you're every bit as much a part of this as I."
Manset stared at Joan, then shrugged. She had him by the short and curlies, and he knew it.
She had more than enough evidence to help send him to prison for a long time, should she ever choose to use it. Her monitors had tape machines attached to them, and she had videotapes of him deflowering all four virgins. As long as he obeyed her instructions, he was all right. And wasn't self-preservation what this whole damn thing was about anyway?
Joan led the way back to the private playroom, and there let Carmen see Manset.
"You," Carmen said, softly. "You're a part of this."
"I'm afraid so," Manset nodded, fumbling for a cigarette. As usual, he didn't have one. He'd been trying to cut down for years, and so had taken to mooching cigarettes from anyone handy, but he never had any of his own.
"What are you going to do?" Carmen asked as he approached. "Are you the instrument she was talking about a few minutes ago?"
"Oh no," Joan smiled, going to a nearby night table and opening it. "This is," she told Carmen, removing the dildo.
It was the first time in her life Carmen had ever seen anything resembling the male sex organ. She gasped and stared, horrified to see such a thing. Even more horrifying was seeing it detached from a human body and being so carelessly handled by a woman.
"Take a good look at it," Joan told the girl. "This thing is going to penetrate that holy pussy of yours and drain out the unholy blood."
And in front of the girl, Joan whipped off the robe, revealing her naked body underneath. Once again Carmen cried out, frightened beyond words at the sight of nudity. And when she saw Joan strap the thing in place between her thighs, she almost fainted.
Carmen took a deep breath, then tried running for the door. Bob Manset had her before she was halfway there. He dragged her struggling body to the bed and threw her down. Before Carmen could recover, Manset was on the other side of the girl, holding her arms above her head.
"Now you're mine," Joan whispered in a voice barely loud enough to be heard. "You belong completely to me. And I'm going to rape you as thoroughly as any man, but with one difference. By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be glad you know me."
"Never!" Carmen screamed, as the thinner, older woman approached and threw herself on her body. Carmen tried moving her head to the side, but Joan held the head in place with her hands and pressed her mouth against the lips of the weeping woman. Her tongue tried eeling into the other's mouth, but Carmen kept her teeth locked.
"Rotten, ungrateful bitch," Joan yelled, and sitting up, reached down and began tearing at the other woman's blouse.
Carmen tried rolling her body from side to side, but Joan sat on her, holding her down. Her hands began rubbing the other woman's breasts, feeling the soft, squeezable nipples start to harden under her masterful caress. Through the bra, Joan crushed the full breasts in her palms, frantically pressing the nipples again and again.
Carmen tore her mouth from Joan's and pulled her head to the side. Before Joan or Man-set could do anything, Carmen began screaming. Joan hurriedly jammed a hand into the other woman's mouth while, with her free hand, she tore off the blouse and bra, revealing Carmen's full, untouched breasts; untouched until Joan had put her hands on them
"Look at those breasts," Joan muttered to Manset. "Look at those marvelous breasts. Look at the perfect pinkness of both, the nipples and the aureoles. What a waste. What a perfect waste to keep such treasures hidden away. How could you think to do such a thing?" This last was addressed directly to Carmen. "I'm going to feel those lovely boobs until my hands ache. I'm going to suck on those luscious nipples and make them turn a brilliant red. And then I'm going to give you the same treat I gave our former virgin, still living upstairs. Oh yes, I forgot. You haven't met sweet Rona, yet. But you will, you will, and I'm going to do to you exactly what I did to her. I'm going to kiss your cunt. I'm going to lick it with my tongue and press my lips to it, and I'm going to make you scream with pleasure. And then when you realize just how good a thing like this can feel, I'm going to use this dildo and give you the ultimate sensation of all time."
"That's disgusting," Carmen breathed.
"Is it?" Joan asked, breathing on the woman, kissing her lightly. "By the time I'm through with you, not only will you love it, but you'll beg to use the dildo, too. And should you ask nicely enough, when the time comes, I'll let you and sweet little Rona use a special two-headed dildo I have. But whether you like it or not, I'm going to fuck your hot little box long after you're begging for mercy. And face it, Carmen, there isn't a thing you can do about it. You can pray, you can beg, you can scream in this soundproofed room. I'm going to enjoy every part of your body. And I'm going to fuck you for as long as it pleases me. You have the most voluptuous body I've ever had the pleasure of touching."
Bob Manset's strength, holding Carmen down, made the latter realize she was totally at the mercy of the crazy woman talking to her. And considering what the woman was saying, Carmen knew there would be no mercy.
She screamed in Joan's ear, and Joan smacked her. She tore a hand free and scratched Joan before Manset grabbed her again. Once again the frightened girl screamed, a loud, gruesome eardrum-shattering sound.
"Go on and scream," Joan laughed. "Get it out of your system now. Robert and I are the only ones who can hear you. You're about to get banged good and proper. Just relax and spread those luscious thighs nice and wide. Let Joan's artificial penis fit into you. The sooner you accept what's going to happen, the sooner the hard part ends and the fun begins."
With Manset holding Carmen's arms tightly, Joan was now kissing the other woman's breasts. She sucked at each tit in turn, pulling in the rich, pink nipples with powerful tugs of her lips, Carmen writhed as if in torment, closing her mind to all that was happening, refusing to allow her body to feel anything.
Joan was patient. She continued sucking on the younger woman's nipples, watching as each extended to the length of a supple pink bullet. Whether Carmen liked the idea or not, her body loved the attention it was receiving. The skin of each breast seemed richer for Joan's oral attentions, the glowing aureoles shining like reddened beacons. Joan licked more furiously, watching the nipples harden.
Oh God! Carmen thought, still wriggling. Joan's mouthing were finally getting through to her. She knew it was disgusting, yet, God help her, the sensation was more than a little pleasant. And as the tongue applied more pressure to each nipple, Carmen began feeling warm all over. What's she doing now? Carmen wondered, feeling Joan's wet tongue begin to lick its way down her body.
One of Joan's hands was prying at Carmen's knees, trying to force them apart. Little by little, the older woman was succeeding in opening them, and as her tongue worked in Carmen's navel, her hand was crawling up along the other woman's inner thighs. When Carmen tried to wrench herself away, all she succeeded in doing was helping Joan tear away the rest of her outer clothing. Her throat was raw from screaming, and she knew there was nothing to be gained by screaming again. Joan's free hand progressed further and further, ripping away what was left of the poor girl's flimsy garments. At last, even the bloomer was torn away, and Carmen's precious treasure was all but revealed. Her thighs were still together despite Joan's having parted her knees enough to have slipped a hand inside.
"Robert," Joan muttered. "Look! Look at how lovely her unused cunt is. Look at how tightly her thighs cling together in a last ditch effort to save her useless virginity. But more important, look how wet the thighs are. She's creaming, and heavily. Her body's just aching to be fucked."
As Joan had said, lubricant was streaming down Carmen's thighs, and Carmen was beginning to realize it. Her body was her enemy, fighting her. Well she wouldn't let her body control her mind. Even if she was eventually raped, she was determined not to enjoy the sensation. She could feel the bed beneath her getting wetter as her natural body oils soaked into the covers underneath.
Carmen realized she was panting now, and it wasn't from fear. Excitement, unwanted excitement was building to a higher pitch inside her. It was taking control of her body. And her body was gaining power over her senses. Carmen knew now there was no way to stop the rape. Worse, she knew she would enjoy it. Pleasant or not, it would still be rape. She would be held blameless in the eyes of God, and that was the most important thing. The two of them were too strong for her. There was no way she could stop them. And with this realization, her excitement mounted even higher. The mouth, licking her flesh all over, turned her into a living pyre of burning flesh.
She shook as if with an ague when Joan's fingers touched her pussy. She wanted to force her thighs closed, but something stronger than her own will made her part her loins, and the woman's palm was rubbing her puffy labia. Gently the fingers caressed her oily split, delving inside and touching an extremely sensitive spot directly above the vaginal opening. Each time Joan touched it, Carmen gasped and shuddered. Hot, burning liquid was now flowing from the recesses of her previously untouched cunt.
It was too much for Carmen. She realized she could no longer fight them. Far better to let them have their way, even if she had to feel it. "All right," she gasped. "All right. You win. I'll do whatever you wish."
"You see, Robert," Joan Sumner said, smiling. "They always surrender. They have to. It isn't me or you they're fighting. It's themselves. How long can one fight oneself?"
"Go on and do it," Carmen gasped, realizing she was actually looking forward to it.
She could feel the rubber extension between Joan's thighs bobbing against her own flesh and she shut her eyes, waiting for that first hard thrust. As if signaling her total surrender, she had spread her thighs wide apart.
But Carmen suddenly realized the long, hard rubber thing was not being forced into her. Instead, she felt the woman's mouth with the tongue still licking, move lower, cutting through the light brown hedge of curling pubic hair. She began tingling as the lapping tongue seemed to slice through the pelvic forest and touch that spot at the apex of her womanly division. Her ass bounced up and down for a moment, and had Joan not been busy with her mouth, she would have triumphantly yelled. As it was, she was a hungry wildcat, eating voraciously at the center of the other woman. Her tongue moved in and out with rapid flicking movements, slurping through the pink labia, sucking the seeping liquid as it came pouring out. Perhaps Rona had responded more quickly than Carmen, but she certainly didn't cream like this.
Now both of Joan's hands were under Carmen's buttocks, cupping them, raising them as if to better offer her mouth the tribute it was enjoying. The older woman was feasting from the trough of the other woman's delectable cunt. And Carmen found herself uncontrollably writhing, thrusting her hips forward, and rotating her body in countermoves to the thrusting of Joan's tongue. The opening and closing mouth drank deeply from her vaginal fountain, pausing solely to probe her anal cavity and send another wave of icicles shooting up and down her spine. Carmen's entire body was now wildly bouncing in sensuous rhythm to Joan's licking tongue. A minor earthquake shook her entire body, and without realizing it, she lowered the hands Bob Man-set had quietly released and ran her fingers through Joan's short hair.
"God!" was all she could mutter. "Oh God! What kind of feeling is this?" Her head sank back into the bed, trying to dig its way deeper.
Whatever Joan was doing with her tongue, it was wonderful. Yes, it was wonderful. Carmen was old enough to realize her senses were not only thoroughly enjoying what Joan was doing to her, but were communicating it to her brain in such a way, Carmen would never think something like this was evil again. Perhaps because she was more mature than Rona, Carmen quickly understood the only evil thing in the room might possibly be the mind of Joan Sumner. But as for her emotions, feelings, and senses, there was nothing evil in opening them up, and that was what Joan had done for her.
And then a new, strange feeling began to well up inside her, and before she could quite understand what was happening, it completely overpowered her. It shook her again and again, making her shudder. One wild spasm after another took control of her body and made her tremble. She moved so violently, she almost kicked Joan.
"Now," Joan shouted triumphantly, lifting her face from the Carmen's crotch. "Now prepare to be fucked as no man could ever fuck."
"Don't hurt me," Carmen whimpered, still sighing from the orgasm she'd felt coursing through her body.
"We all have to experience the pain once," Joan said. "Don't fight me. Go with me, and the hurt will pass very quickly. Then all that'll be left will be more of what you just felt, only a lot stronger."
"I'm afraid," Carmen whispered, shuddering, still basking in the remembrance of the passing climax.
"Just do as I say," Joan told her. "Do exactly as I say."
"All right," Carmen nodded. "All right."
"You like it, don't you," Joan said, smiling.
"I.. . yes . . . I.. . like it," Carmen finally admitted. "I suppose it's wrong, and I guess I should have better control over myself, but I can't help it."
"If you had any more control over your body, you wouldn't be a superwoman. You'd be a sexual sickie. Only a sick woman would be able to resist what I did to you. This is only natural and normal. I'd have buckled in less than half the time it took for you to finally realize you're human."
"Why is everyone on the outside so inhibited?" Carmen asked. "Why are we all taught it's a mortal sin to enjoy physical pleasure?"
"If I had the answer to that one, I'd be able to completely destroy such a stupid teaching. God! We all live only once. And in the short span of time we're on this earth our bodies can only enjoy sex for a relatively short period of time. Why not make the most of what little time we do have? Carmen, I swear, after the first couple of minutes you'll love it. Not only that, you'll go on loving it the rest of your life."
Though still virginal, Carmen was both shrewder and craftier than Rona. Living with her maiden aunt all those years, she had developed her mind to its fullest. Sex was the one field in which she had not really been knowledgeable in any way. Now Joan Sumner was changing all that. And already the younger woman's mind was clicking. She had enjoyed what Joan had done to her vagina with her mouth. Undoubtedly, there was a little homosexuality ingrained in her. It was probably in all women to a certain extent. But why should she, Carmen, continue living her life in sexual subjugation to this woman, or for that matter to anyone?
She was here now, a temporary prisoner of Joan Sumner. But at the first opportunity she intended breaking away. She wanted to control her own sex life, and the sex lives of others, as well The Sumner woman was intent on taking her virginity with that imitation rubber penis. So be it. There were worse ways to lose a hymen. If there was pain, she could silently curse Joan Sumner for causing it.
Reaching down, Carmen grabbed the free-swinging dildo and pressed its knobby head against her slavering pussy.
"Do it!" she ordered, and Joan Sumner, intent on fucking the virginal woman, didn't notice she was obeying the other's command.
Suddenly filled with an overpowering urge to feel the dildo jammed into her, Carmen yanked harder on the dildo, feeling its thick, round knob press into her creaming center. Filled with a lasciviousness she'd never known her body to have, she squeezed the dildo as hard as if it were a real cock, and then the smooth knob was parting her pussylips. The thick, heavy roundness began pressing deeply into her, stretching her vaginal interior as it progressed. The narrow channel it entered widened as it wedged itself further and further in.
Carmen gasped, feeling as if a Sequoia log was being rammed into her, splitting her wide open, tearing her in half. And yet, there was no pain.
There wasn't the searing agony she expected when her tender pussywalls were being parted. They had a natural elasticity and stretched easily enough.
Reaching lower, Carmen grasped the base of the thick dildo, realizing there were more than five inches still not buried in her. She wanted it all, every millimeter of the raging woman's phony cock. There was even a set of artificial balls tucked underneath, and Carmen got her hands used to the feel of them. If it had been a real cock with real testicles, Carmen was certain her handling would have aroused them to the point where the monstrous tube would soon be ejecting heavy loads of sperm inside her. Hell, she wasn't ready for that. She wanted the pleasure without having to worry about any consequences. Even so, the mighty probe pushed its way deeper and deeper.
"Good," Joan smiled, forcing her thighs forward, pushing the dildo.
Neither Joan nor Carmen was really aware of when Carmen's hymen suddenly snapped. Carmen felt absolutely nothing. There wasn't even the littlest sting. But there was suddenly a rush of blood falling on the bed beneath the two women. Only Bob Manset, now standing off to the side, was actually aware of it.
With unbelieving realization both women understood the artificial cock was as far in as it would go.
"It doesn't hurt," Carmen told her. "It doesn't hurt. It feels kind of funny, but it doesn't hurt."
"Good!" Joan replied, and drawing the dildo almost all the way back, began to rhythmically fuck it into Carmen. She breathed softly in the younger woman's ear, feeding the monstrous truncheon into her pussy again, shoving it deeper and deeper. But deep as Carmen was, like Rona she was unable to contain the dildo's full length. Joan knew how far to shove it, and was rocking back and forth.
It was Carmen who increased the tempo of the fucking. She was the one who had all the feeling, anyway. The huge lance continued reaming in and out, sliding through the mixture of Carmen's fuck juices and fresh blood. The loud, squishing, popping sounds of the dildo slurping through the pussy filled the room.
"More," Carmen muttered, unaware Joan could go no deeper without hurting her. "I want more. I want the whole thing inside me." And the dildo continued its pistoning as it knifed, stabbed, and lunged into the woman, again and again.
Carmen realized this was the meaning of life. This was the true essence of existence. She had yet to reach a climax with the unreal penis moving back and forth, yet the mere feel of it in her cunt, filling a space she never really realized needed filling made her understand how wonderful fucking could be.
She was as she should be; on her back and the recipient of the purest kind of pleasure. This was the total acme of physical sensation. That big, delightful rubber penis brought visions of blissful beatitude as she bucked up and down, moving easily enough, her young, tight, firm ass soaking in a puddle of love juice mixed with her maiden's blood. She could feel Joan's hands wandering over her breasts, squeezing her roused nipples, making them tingle with static thrills.
"Wonderful," Carmen began murmuring. "Wonderful. I never knew anything could feel this good."
Joan's lips came down and pressed on hers, and Carmen opened her mouth willingly, accepting the thrust of the other woman's tongue, sucking on it as if it were the most delicious thing in the world. Her hands were now gripping Joan's tight ass, pulling the woman forward, attempting to ram more of the dildo into herself.
Then she felt it building. It was similar to the sensation she'd felt when Joan had licked her cunt, just before, only now the far away tingling was much stronger. As the huge dildo slid through her flooded cunt, she felt the tingling in every bit of internal space. It was building, enlarging, growing to a horrendous and monumental eruption. Spasms of pleasure were starting, the overpowering crisis was whirling around her, swallowing her into a vortex of delightful, unbelievable, intoxicating rapture. As the sensation built higher, Carmen felt herself sinking deeper into the abyss of sexual delight. The whirlpool of ecstasy closed more and more tightly around her. The surge of thrilling bliss exploded into her womb with the power of Krakatoa and immediately spread to her buttocks, then rippled up her spine. From there it branched out to every part of her body, filling every nerve, every blood vessel, every muscle, and even her bones and cartilage with unbelievable sublimity.
Seeing the girl writhe in orgasmic delight, Joan unstrapped the dildo and left it buried in Carmen's cunt as she crawled over the girl and placed her own twat on the woman's face. Carmen instinctively knew what Joan wanted, and instead of being revolted as she would have been a few minutes earlier, now opened her mouth and grabbed Joan's asscheeks, pulling the woman's sopping cunt into her mouth, sucking hard, pulling on the labia and then letting her tongue snake in between them, lapping up the honeyed mead dripping from within. She drank the outpouring liquid as quickly as it came from the pink-lipped crack. Her tongue was like that of an aardvark, stabbing here and there all at once, still drinking the deliciousness seeping from the tasty hole.
And all the while Carmen continued to feel the pleasure of the dildo filling her. She spun and writhed on the bed, tingling to the way the solid rubber hose-like extension worked its way through her sensitive cunt nerves. It made her stab with her tongue all the harder, extending her tongue as far as she was able, touching the inner vaginal walls of the sweet pussy covering her face. The opened slot now covered her nose and chin as well as her mouth, and as she breathed, she inhaled the natural essences inside Joan's maddened box.
Joan slid her cunt down a bit, and she could feel Carmen's lips tightening around her extended clitoris. The girl instinctively knew what to do, and for an amateur she wasn't half bad. She didn't have Rona's natural expertise, but then there were probably only a handful of women anywhere in the entire world with Rona's god-given talent.
She shut Rona out of her mind. The snide little twat was good, all right. She was too good. She had to be to make Joan think of her at a time another woman was eating her. As if to make up for daring to think about Rona at a time like this, Joan motioned to Bob Manset, pointing to Carmen's ass. Manset, who had been watching the entire time, was burning up. He didn't hesitate for an instant.
Carmen was still on her back with Joan sitting on her face when she felt her legs being raised. Her calves went higher and higher until she felt them draped over the naked shoulders of another person. Without looking, she knew it had to be Bob Manset. But he hadn't pulled the dildo from her seething cunt. What could he be doing?
Even as she thought about it, Carmen continued sucking on Joan's quivering clit, tasting its fleshy hardness. The solid feel of a real cock startled her for an instant, especially when she realized it felt almost as large and as thick as the rubber toy corking her womanly hole. She shivered for a second when she felt the pressure of the real penis pushing at her anal orifice, but then relaxed completely, letting the probe push into her rear hole a little at a time. This too, should have hurt. It didn't. Carmen's entire interior was elastic and able to contain almost anything.
As he slid his thick cock into Carmen's ass, Manset realized how well the two girls being held by Joan complemented one another. Rona was naturally good in the giving of pleasure. She could out suck a leech, out fuck a tabby, and out eat an anteater. Carmen, on the other hand, was naturally good at receiving what Rona could give. Not that Carmen's natural abilities at fucking and sucking were to be shunted aside. But she couldn't hold a roman candle to Rona, who was very easy to satisfy. In other words, Carmen's easy cunt-lapping and other soon-to-be-discovered abilities would more than satisfy Rona, whereas Carmen seemed to have an orgasm of tremendous proportions when properly touched, which was something Rona seemed to know how to do naturally.
Manset's cock sank a fraction of an inch deeper into Carmen's butt, the tight sphincter ring surrounding the penile corona locking it securely inside. The pushing made Carmen actually moan into Joan's pussy. The vibration of Carmen's voice made Joan shiver with intense pleasure, and she rubbed her pussylips vigorously against Carmen's face. Carmen bounced wildly, throwing her weight on Manset's shoulders, letting him run his ream a bit deeper into her ass. Coupled with the pressure of the huge dildo still filling her vaginal orifice, Carmen started going into orgasmic convulsions. Her tongue leaped out and caressed Joan's clit again and again, licking hard, applying heavier and heavier pressure. Her hands, squeezing Joan's two buttocks, were crushing so hard, her nails were knifing small, sharp holes into the older woman's flesh.
Bob Manset stared at the way Joan began bouncing on Carmen's face, then poled his cock the rest of the way into Carmen's gripping ass. The dildo-fucked cunt, with the rubber tube still buried in it, seemed to pout at him and challenged him to make her come again, so while he continued ramming his cock deep into Carmen's ass, Manset reached forward, grabbed the back of the dildo, and with his hand began moving it in and out of Carmen's dripping snatch. He timed his thrusts to coincide; the dildo reaming deep into the twitching pussy, while his pounding cock rammed its way deeper and deeper into the woman's clutching ass.
The constriction of Carmen's anal muscles began becoming too much for Manset. Having watched the two women go at it for so long, he was more than primed, and now the tightness of the asshole was the final catalyst needed to set him off. He grunted once, then unleashed a barrage of heavy liquid into the woman's heated ass. His own hot come, splashing into Carmen's rectum, made the woman tighten her vaginal muscles around the dildo, and suddenly she was coming, crushing her tongue hard against the nubbin of clit. And then Joan Sumner was climaxing wildly.
All three were peaking at once, their bodies convulsing in joint, muted rhythm. And when it was finally over, Bob Manset was the first to withdraw. He also yanked the dildo from Carmen's clutching pussy, letting a rush of cool soothing air pour into both holes.
Joan finally climbed down from Carmen's come-smeared face and lay silently next to the all but unconscious girl. She smiled, once again content in having taken another virgin cherry. This was actually the first one she had removed, herself. The feel of the sticky blood, drying on her own pelvis, was what made her smile.
"You'll have your own private bedroom tonight," she told Carmen. "There's a bathroom attached. The bathroom has its own bidet. Use it to clean yourself out. Tomorrow we'll continue."
"You mean there's more?" Carmen muttered sleepily.
"You'll see," Joan told her. "But for now, do as I say. Come!"
Tired, wanting nothing more than to sleep, Carmen finally got up and followed the naked Joan upstairs. Bob Manset brought up the rear.
Joan led Carmen to a plush bedroom across the hall from Rona's. It was as if she were rewarding Carmen with the fancier bedroom because the latter had quickly come around to her way of thinking.
Carmen was too tired to notice her surroundings. The moment Joan left, she fell on the bed, and was almost instantly asleep. There were many things to think about, but she knew she needed a clear head. A good night's sleep was the first requisite.