Chapter 10
Apprehending Audrey proved extremely simple. The stunning brunette who sat at the front desk when one entered the bank was the last one out, closing it up and handing the key to the manager that Saturday afternoon. Then she went to the delicatessen nearby for a quick lunch. Since her busband was away at a sales convention, Audrey had nothing better to do than take it easy.
Manny watched her from his parked car, and when she came out of the deli, he was waiting for her. She still had her winged hairdo, and she had just applied fresh lipstick to her full, sensuous mouth. The moment she saw Manny, she recoiled with fear. But Audrey was not the hysterical type, and she didn't turn around and start running and screaming. When she saw the butt of his piston, she knew he might shoot her if she made trouble, and so when he quietly told her to walk to the car he had stolen, a maroon Ford he would leave in the two car garage when he and the others made their exit on Monday morning, Audrey got into the car through the driver's side and slid over to the passenger's seat while Manny drove. As with Adele, he didn't give a damn if she saw where he was taking her because by the time she did manage to get free, he, his brother, and Marsha would be long gone.
He drove directly into the open garage and closed the door behind him. Then he invited Audrey to get out of the car, leading her into the house.
When Audrey saw Marsha, she still thought the latter to be a kidnap victim and asked, "Marsha, are you all right?"
"It worked like a charm," Manny said to Marsha, and Audrey realized now that Marsha was part of the gang.
"Come upstairs," Marsha told her. "You can wait in my bedroom."
"Wait for what?" Audrey wanted to know.
"Wait until I tell you for what," Marsha retorted as they climbed the steps. "Oh, by the way, I want you to remove all your clothes."
Audrey gasped, "I'll do no such thing."
"Hon, you'll either take them off, or Manny here will rip 'em from that tantalizing bod of yours."
"You wouldn't...." Audrey cried.
"I would," Manny nodded. "The basic idea of bringing you here in the first place was for some sexual fun and. games before we leave the country. Now you behave, and like Adele, you'll walk out of here safe and sound when the time comes. You give us trouble, and...well. . . . "
"I see," Audrey sighed.
Manny led her into Marsha's bedroom and said, "We're going to leave you alone, for now. Get undressed and leave your clothes outside the door. Don't worry, honey. The fun for you doesn't start for a little while. Adele came here first, so she's entitled to my action before you. We probably won't get to you until much later this afternoon. So be a good girl, strip, and relax."
He left Audrey in the bedroom and with Marsha headed for the small bedroom down the hall where Adele was being kept. When they walked into that particular room, they found Adele fresh from a shower, drying herself off. It was obvious the aphrodisiac was still affecting her. She shuddered and quivered, not wanting to admit she wanted some kind of sexual encounter, but it was obvious she wouldn't be able to hold out long. The sight of the two people in her room set her to quivering again. Marsha was still in her white robe, while Manny still wore the blue slacks and white shirt he had put on to go capture Audrey.
"How are you feeling now?" Marsha asked.
"I think you know," Adele gasped.
"Say it!" Manny insisted.
"I need Charlie again," she said to the two of them, not bothering to cover her lovely body with the towel this time.
"I'm insulted," Manny insisted. "I'm every bit as good as Charlie."
"Y-yes," Adele nodded. "I'll take you. I need you."
"No," Marsha said quietly. "Please!" Adele begged.
"No," Marsha said again. 'This time we go down to the play room, the ballroom, if you will, and you, dear girl, are about to discover the blissful joys of giving in addition to receiving."
Turning, Marsha walked out of the room, and Manny was right behind her. Adele, horrified she would receive no succor from the agonies of lust 'uilding in her shuddering body, went running after them. Her nakedness no longer disturbed her in any way. They had seen her not only naked, but being used, and she was accustomed to it by now.
She followed the pair of them down the basement stairs and into the large play room. Her heart was pounding, and she knew she had to have some kind of relief or go out of her mind."
"You're learning," Marsha smiled, undoing her sash, taking off her robe and tossing it to the side. "This time we aren't going to waste time with preliminaries. There'll be no warm-up kisses, honey. I want you between my thighs licking my cunt-right now!"
She lay on the bed and parted her full thighs and Adele began shaking as if she had an ague. She hesitated for only a brief moment, looking at Manny, and she finally said, "I'll do it."
It was obvious Marsha was now doing this to humiliate her as well as for her own enjoyment. Nevertheless, if she was to receive some kind of satisfaction, she had to play Marsha's game.
Determined not to become disgusted, the lovely auburn-haired girl began mentally fantasizing as she stared at the rich pink slash between Marsha's pudgy thighs. She saw it was some kind of artistic masterpiece rather than simply a part of a female body. Man, with all his unique talents, would never be able to create anything that good. It was an outstanding work of art.
Marsha's head was raised by three pillows behind it. She stared down between her thighs at the look on the helpless young girl's face. Inwardly she smiled, knowing she once again had this one where she wanted her. She saw Adele was starting to breathe a little more easily now, and her eyes were half-shut, opened just enough for her to see her target. She knew nothing mattered other than the rich pink opening between the other woman's thighs.
Yes, Adele thought. The female organ was so lovely, it appeared to be a thing apart from Marsha's body. This made it all the more intriguing, since thinking of it as something separated from Marsha, Adele was able to accept it more easily. The way the tiny hole opened and closed with Marsha's breathing made Adele think the pussy was beckoning to her. Yes, the sight of the hair-fringed area at the tantalizing juncture of Marsha's plump thighs was definitely having its effect on her. It was a mouth aching to be kissed, and because of the heat in her, Adele suddenly felt the urge to actually lean forward and kiss it. Yes, yes, she wanted to make oral love to the hot crack. She ached to lick it, to press her lips to it.
It was a most fascinating thing at which to look. In fact, she had no doubt that her own vagina was every bit as arousing, if not more so. Only she was built so that she was unable to look at her own vagina without a mirror. She was beginning to understand why both, Marsha and Charlie had licked her down there. They had actually enjoyed it, and now she was going to discover if she was going to enjoy it.
How did one go about correctly phrasing-putting into words-what one felt when looking at the thick, mossy growth of hair that surrounded Marsha's steaming pussy. It was a lovely, natural, shimmering mat of hair. She was unaware that the sparse hairs on her own vagina were softer and even more delightful In her mind, the hairs on Marsha's cunt were shimmering strands of dark silk.
Ah, then there was that cunt. She thought nothing of thinking the word "cunt." It seemed like a natural word, perfectly describing the vagina. It was a lovely, delicious-looking cunt. The two outer fleshy ridges seemed to shine, and the inner labia were already changing from rich pink, to magenta, and now to a deep red.
Staring more closely into Marsha's treasure trove, Adele thought of the cuntlips as flower petals, petals that hid the sweet-smelling center of a fragrant rose. The outer labia seemed almost curtain-like in their appearance, swollen, puffy, and convex, almost looking tied back. They had opened just enough for Adele to peer inside and examine the tenderly soft inner lips, both of which vibrated and shuddered, continually changing color as Marsha was obviously becoming increasingly more aroused and excited.
At the peak of those curlicued inner lips Adele saw the pink pearl she now knew to be Marsha's clitoris. By now she was fully aware of the power in the tantalizing little nodule, having felt both Charlie's and Marsha's tongue on her own man-in-the-boat. As she gazed more intently on the little bead, it seemed to grow, to swell and enlarge, and as it became bigger, it first occurred to Adele she was staring at a very tiny version of that monstrous organ she had seen attached to Charlie, earlier. Aware of how sensitive her own clitoris was, she also was suddenly cognizant of the sensitivity in a man's penis. If she was capable of feeling all those marvelously wonderful sensations coursing through her own shuddering body as a result of what Marsha's tongue had initially done to her, then a man's solid penis, so much bigger in size, interlaced with an equal quantity of nerve-endings had to be so much more sensitive, since the nerves were probably larger to match the size of the phallus.
Adele realized she was salivating. For some strange reason, she suddenly knew she wanted to go through with this enslavement and glue her mouth to the leaking slices of flesh at which she so avariciously stared. If this was depravity, then so be it! She was depraved! God! Anxiety filled her as she saw the way the other woman's throbbing cunt twitched, as if begging and pleading for oral caresses.
Adele blacked out everything else for the moment. Her mind concentrated solely on the other woman's vaginal doorway. Its very shape suggested what she had known since early this morning-since feeling the overpowering heat envelop her and begging to be fucked. The cunt was designed as the natural container for a man's hard cock. Say rather, it was designed as a natural container for any and all male cocks. No one vagina should be made for only one penis. That was the real sin. Adele was first beginning to understand what Marsha had been trying to bring across to her. In one lifetime, a vagina was capable of containing a great many cocks. She was certain Marsha had filled this lovely pink well between her thighs to overflowing with masculine meat, especially since she had those men to keep her company all the time. For the first time, Adele envied the older woman, and had Marsha known, she would have swelled with pride. Adele wad coming around to her way of thinking much more strongly than she had ever believed possible.
Staring at the luscious emptiness between the rich pink cuntal walls of Marsha's body, seeing it drip with a massive quantity of rich, albeit colorless fluids, Adele felt her tongue slithering in and out of her mouth. She wanted to reach right out and start lapping away almost instantly. The twitching labia continually contracted, spraying some of the lubrication at the lovely Adele. The aroma of inner cunt juice aroused Adele that much more. It smelled sweeter at this moment than all the perfumes of France.
Closing her eyes for the moment, guiding herself solely by her own sense of taste and sense of smell, the younger girl allowed her face to lean forward, and for a moment she pressed her oral lips to the older woman's quivering clitoris. She had prepared herself for a vile, possibly fishy taste and had prepared herself to overcome it. But to her surprise, she found the rich pink meat belonging to Marsha to be delicious.
Good God! No wonder Marsha and Charlie, and probably Manny, loved lapping away at vaginas. It was all so amazingly wonderful.
She had the narrow sliver of cylindrical flesh between her lips and she was sucking on it, whipping the sensitive little head with the flat of her tongue. Her nostrils widened as she breathed deeply, inhaling the rich essence of cunt. Erotic images were dashing around madly in her brain. She sucked strongly, tasting the swollen clitoris, completely engrossed in sucking. She was totally unaware of the way Marsha's fingers were curling in her hair, forcing her lovely face to press all the more firmly against her leaking split.
Marsha was arching her back. As a result her divided center pressed itself all the more firmly against Adele's face.
Dear God! She finally had this snobbish little religious freak not only kissing her cunt, but doing it with uncontrolled ardor. Oh yes! The girl was licking her pussy and doing one heck of a great job of it, too. Yes, this was what Marsha had wanted from this female. Total subservience! Adele was her complete slave, to do with as she pleased, and she was enjoying all this to the utmost. This was the way it had to be. All those primly proper prissy little virgins and innocent-looking ones who knew nothing about life needed this kind of initiation. This would be a far better world if everyone was able to accept sex more readily.
To Marsha, Adele's mouth, for the present, had become a pussy. Her own tiny clitoris was a penis, long, hard, erect, and now she was pumping her feminine "cock" into the narrow cunt-like mouth of the young girl, feeling the sweetly tantalizing pressure of her lips and tongue as they pressed and squeezed against her. The faster Marsha pumped her hips the more liquid oil came seeping from her interior, making her cunt that much more sodden. Gobs of fluid washed against Adele's chin and throat, making her aware Marsha's pussy was drooling, aching, begging for more of what her mouth had to offer. As a result Adele moved her mouth a bit lower, licking up some of the spilling oils.
Marsha had her first orgasm induced by Adele, a wildly overpowering thrill that shuddered insanely through her quivering form. But it wasn't enough-not by a long shot. She wanted more.
For her part, Adele was totally unaware of Marsha's orgasm in spite of the heavy spray of liquid she received directly in her face. Her mouth was now wide open, her lips no longer clamping on the clitoral bud. Her slender tongue was now lunging deep into Marsha's inner recesses.
Adele was burning up as strongly as she had been aflame earlier. She felt as if her body was being seared from top to bottom. Her cunt once again ached to be fucked, but at the moment she didn't dare remove her lips from the tasty vertical smile between Marsha's thighs. The rich fragrance emitted by the heavier woman's syrupy pussy was making her feel that much more frenzied.
Her tongue delved into the slurping depths over and over, licking, slavering, draining all the love fluid the other woman had to offer. Adele was a fast learner, and she found herself doing things of her own volition that many professional cunt-lappers wouldn't have done in a lifetime. Her lips clamped down firmly on one labium at a time, sucking the rich, pink flesh, Then she returned her attention to Marsha's upstanding clitoris.
Marsha had a second orgasm, slamming her aching pussy into the softly gentle face of the younger girl. All the while Adele inwardly thrilled to the taste and feeling of the inner labia between her lips and pressing around her small nose as the surrounding cunt hairs rubbed her forehead and chin.
Marsha's chubby thighs clamped themselves around the tiny nodding head of the younger girl, squeezing and crushing as the older woman found herself totally lost for the moment in a virtual sea of orgasmic delight. No doubt about the fact that this girl had it in her to be as natural a cuntlapper as she, Marsha. But now the time was fast approaching when Marsha wanted to see if Adele was good at sucking cock, too. As far as Marsha was concerned, a cock in a woman's mouth was a degrading thing when not performed in sixty-nine. In order for a woman to suck a man's cock, she either had to bow to the man, or she had to fall to her knees in front of the man as he stood and pumped his cock into her mouth. Either way, the woman seemed subservient, and as far as Marsha was concerned, seeing Adele completely humbled would complete her own personal pleasure.
Still, Marsha wanted one more orgasm of her own before finding out about Adele's fellating abilities. Just one more. Then she would let Adele's mouth go to work on Manny's throbbing cock while she, herself, would cram that narrow little void between Adele's thighs with one of her special dildos.
Now the licking tongue of the younger girl was really moving into high gear, licking along the entire upper wall of her leaking cunt. It was the same spot touched by a good, heavy cock; the spot other than her clitoris that always brought her to a total climax. Somehow Adele, a total novitiate at all this, had found the sensitive nerve-endings running through the roof of Marsha's vagina, and now she was furiously lapping away at it. Her tongue moved with the speed of a rattlesnake, spearing in and out with continuing mad thrusts, making Marsha writhe and wriggle all over the mattress. But even as she moved, Marsha was aware of the way Adele stayed with her. The younger girl's mouth remained locked in place, clamped to the slithery center, licking and slurping, plunging her tongue in again and again.
It was the wildest sensation with a female Marsha had ever experienced. She found the other girl's licking tongue too much for her as it delved into her vagina. This innocent and unknowing girl was doing a better job of lapping her pussy than any other person, male or female, that Marsha had ever known. It was as if Adele had actually been born to do this, and only her foolish religious repressions had kept her from realizing this until Marsha had come along to free her.
Marsha was inwardly rising to new heights now, well aware of the feeling of all-important orgasm continually building in the crush of her shimmering interior, making her inner well throb to the point where she felt her body bloated with overpowering sensation. Internally, she felt herself getting larger and larger, and then, all of a sudden, just like that, she inwardly burst. But when she burst the feeling was not one of emptiness, but rather an overpowering torrent of sensational furor. She felt as if her entire interior had exploded and then reversed itself, imploding immediately after. The force of the powerful explosion hoisted her from the bed and slammed her right back down again with Adele's face still buried in the feminine flue between her thighs.
"AAAAAIIIIIIYYYYYYYEEEEEAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHAAANNNNNNNGGGHHHHUUUUUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHAAARRRRRGGHHHHHHUUUUUUWWWWAAAAAUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHH!" she yelled, turning and twisting. Finally, she shouted, "NO MORE! NO MORE! I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!"
With her hands gripping Adele's hair, she tugged the young girl's eager mouth from the over-sensitivity of her cunt. She hurled Adele off to the side. Then she clamped her thighs together, actually afraid the young girl might make some kind of effort to force her face back in.
"Now me!" Adele was pleading, herself ablaze with lust. "Now me! You promised me if I did everything you wanted me to do, you'd keep me satisfied."
"But you haven't quite done everything I want you to do for the moment," Marsha insisted, panting heavily from her own experience. "No, dear girl, there are still a few minor things to be taken care of."
"For the love of heaven," Adele screamed. "What more do you want of me? I've done everything you've asked me to do. I'll do anything more, afterward, but you have to do something for me. I'm going mad. Please, don't leave me like this!"
"I have no intention of leaving you dissatisfied," Marsha smiled. "Still, there are a few things I want you to do, now."
"Tell me already," Adele pleaded. "Tell me, let me do them so I can feel some satisfaction, too."
"Take a good look at Manny's cock," Marsha said, pointing to the now-naked Manny whose huge organ had enlarged to its full size because of what he had witnessed between the two women.
"Yes, yes, I see it," Adele nodded. "It's as nice as Charlie's. If it isn't quite as long, it looks a little thicker, and I'd love to have it buried between my legs."
"I have something else I intend burying between those lovely thighs," Marsha smiled. "While I stuff it into you, you have to fill your mouth with every last bit of Manny's cock."