Chapter 3
Rather than a hot shower, Adele preferred a hot bath. She stripped her clothes off, shuddering, and slid into a hot tub Marsha had drawn for her. She was amazed at the brunette's solicitousness. The chill in the air outside had caused an uneasiness in her chest, and wet heat was the one thing that might keep her from catching pneumonia. She no longer thought about why these men had kidnapped her. All she cared about was maintaining her health. She assumed Marsha would keep her word, and by Monday Adele would be back at work. For that, she had to be healthy.
The hot water soaked into her aching body, working out all the chilliness, making her feel a sense of temporary security. The nightmare of having been kidnapped was forgotten for the moment.
Her parents would be worried sick about her. But there was nothing she'd be able to do.
The water in the tub was starting to cool off. Adele felt it was time to get out and dry herself off. Besides, she wanted to get dressed as quickly as possible. She didn't doubt for a moment that if either of the two men felt she was teasing them, they would be quick to take advantage of her.
Getting out of the tub, she wrapped herself in a huge, oversized light-green towel, pulling it all the way around her and luxuriating in the fluffiness of it against her softly tender white skin. She had been careful not to let her hair get wet, and now she wanted to dry off the rest of her as quickly as possible and get dressed.
Peering out into the hall, she saw no one there. So she quickly hurried to the room Marsha had designated as the room she would occupy while staying here.
With the towel tightly around her, she entered the bedroom, a room bare but for a small bed and an empty closet. She had left her clothing on the bed, but it was all gone, now. She panicked, hurrying to the closet and looking inside. Nothing!
The sound of the bedroom door closing made her turn around, and she saw Marsha standing there. But Marsha was wearing a white robe, now.
"Y-you startled me a little," she said to the chubby woman, afraid of her as she clutched the towel more tightly around her.
"You're modest," Marsha smiled, noting the way she was tightly gripping the towel. "The first thing you have to learn in this house is to lose your modesty. I'm afraid your stay here will be as pleasant as you make it."
"I don't understand what you're trying to say," Adele insisted.
"To begin with, the towel," Marsha told her. "It's fine for drying you off, but by now it is wet. I suggest you let it fall."
"What?" Adele gasped.
"Drop the towel Adele. Let me get a good look at that slim, slender body of yours."
"I will not," Adele gasped, shaking her head.
"You will," Marsha nodded as Adele tried sidling past her to get to the door. She was unaware of the door opening behind her.
"It might be a good idea to listen to Marsha," the harsh voice of Charlie said, behind her, and the frightened young auburn-haired girl turned to see him standing in the room.
"But...I mean...well...I can't just let myself be seen nakedly...just like that... , " she insisted, tension creeping into the slender shape of her body.
"Whatcher sayin' is, you ain't used to it," Charlie smirked, "but don't worry, honey. You're gonna be here with us the whole weekend, and you'll get used to it for sure."
"I will not!" the terrified Adele gasped as she tightly clung to the towel as if her very life depended on keeping her body from being seen by these people.
"Charlie, don't waste time, just pull the towel away," Marsha insisted, not wanting to bother saying more.
"No...don't!" she shrieked, begging with her eyes as much as her mouth, backing away as Charlie started moving toward her. "Look, just leave me alone, and I promise, I promise I won't say a word about this when you finally let me go."
"Who the hell is gonna do anything when you finally do get outta here?" Charlie asked, letting her know they didn't intend killing her, at any rate. "Even if you tell the cops, d'you think it's gonna make 'em work any harder to catch us? Even if, by some strange miracle, they do catch us, d'you think we're gonna get some more time in the slammer for fucking you than we'd get for bank robbery or kidnappin'? Prison sentences are funny things. They put people away for longer periods of time for robbery than they do for rape. When there are more than one sentence bein' handed out by some dumb judge, they're handed out concurrently, not consecutively, so I'd be servin' time for both crimes at once. No matter how you slice it honey, it still comes out the same way. Now the three of us got you here, and we're gonna spend the whole weekend here. We'd be kinda stupid not to take advantage of you. You, on the other hand, would be kinda stupid to fight us. So let's do this nice and easy, huh?"
"You might have me trapped here," Adele snapped. "But that's no reason for me to stop behaving decently."
"How're you gonna behave decently dressed in only a wet towel that already shows off an awful lotta you?" Charlie asked. "Stop acting like a dumb cunt. You're gonna do what we tell you t'do, one way or the other. The only question is, are you gonna do it without havin' to be forced? I mean, either way I get my kicks."
He suddenly reached out and grabbed the towel.
"No! Adele screamed out loud, holding tightly to it. "You're crazy, all three of you."
"Perhaps," Marsha smiled, licking her lips, making Adele aware that Marsha was not quite as heterosexual as she had initially appeared, "but we enjoy our craziness, and before you leave here, you'll enjoy it just as much."
She was approaching Adele from the other side, and Adele was more terrified than ever. She used one hand to try and ward off the chunky brunette, and as a result eased the hold she had on the towel. Charlie yanked hard, and the towel came away, exposing her lovely nakedness.
Adele screamed out loud, using one hand to cover the perfect roundnesses of her breasts while with the flat of her other hand she covered her pelvis. Her eyes, normally very large, now were even larger as they stared with horror at the two people staring at her.
"She's perfect," Marsha nodded, licking her lips. "All three of us are going to have the time of our lives with her. It was pretty smart of you to take her along, as well. Since it was your idea, you get first licks, Charlie-literally. She's a virgin from what I understand, we want to keep her that way until she begs us to remove her hymen."
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" Adele gasped. "Don't come near me! Don't hurt me!"
"Hurtcha?" Charlie laughed. "Hey, honey, we may force you to do some things, but ain't no one gonna hurtcha. After a while, you're gonna dig everything we do t'ya. We got it figured out that you're gonna beg us before we actually give you a solid fuck. But the more you fight us, the harder all this is gonna be. So you be a smart chick and do like we say, and everything gonna be okay."
"My God!" Adele screamed, backing away from him, unwittingly moving toward the bed behind her. "You're going to rape me! Then you'll have to kill me to shut me up!"
"Can it, already," Charlie snapped. "Ain't no one gonna stick his cock in you without you askin' fer it. By the way, that's the word you gotta use -cockbefore we stick you. As f killin' you, you gotta be nuts. Only stupid people kill other people. I told you, we're gonna get outta here sometime by the end of the weekend, and you'll find yer own way out, afterward. Don't worry chickie."
"Don't tell me not to worry," Adele shrieked at him, suddenly aware of the bed hitting her behind the knees, realizing it was impossible for her to back away any further. "Please don't hurt me!" she cried out. "Oh God! Don't hurt me!"
"I wouldn't dream of hurtin' somethin' as soft and sweet as you," Charlie insisted, his harsh voice almost hypnotic for the moment, coming closer and closer to her, seeing her body shudder with horrified fright. Her small breasts were shaking, moving delightfully up and down like marionettes, and staring at her made him lick his lips.
It had been a long time since Charlie had enjoyed a really sexy woman like this. For the past few months, he and Manny had been forced to content themselves with sharing Marsha. Marsha hadn't objected, but Charlie knew she was AC-DC and wanted a little action with someone like Adele, too. For all his coarseness, Charlie was wise when it came to handling women. He had never yet actually fucked a woman without her wanting him to do it. He had done other things, just as he was going to do something to Adele, but he never fucked without their okay.
He was standing right next to Adele at the moment, looking into the steamy depths of her frightened gray-green eyes. There was, he had to admit to himself, a certain amount of enjoyment in screwing a woman who didn't want it, though he, himself had never discovered it. However, he did enjoy seeing someone like this, afraid at the start, eventually melt and come around to his way of thinking. Christ! Before the weekend was over, he'd fuck her solidly, all right. He'd fuck her top and bottom, front and back, everywhere. But she would be begging for it, first. His hand reached out to touch her lovely face, and she screamed as his fingers touched her cheek.
"You just take it easy, chickie," he muttered, fighting hard to keep himself under control.
"D-don't hurt me...please . . . " she whimpered, and not knowing what to do, suddenly found herself clinging to the nasty-faced man as she pressed her own face into his shoulder and pushed the nipples of her perfect, upstanding breasts into his shirt-covered chest.
Charlie was aware of heat burning through him as he felt those breast-tips burning through the fabric of his shirt. His huge arms surrounded her, holding her slender form tightly to him. God! She felt so damned good. It had been so long since he'd had something this delicate crushed to his chest.
He sensed her body heat coming through his shirt, and when she lifted her face to look at him and plead with him, his mouth came crushing down, claiming hers. Adele tried pulling back, but the man kept moving with her, and suddenly the two of them were stumbling, falling onto the bed. Charlie was one top and felt her rounded breasts pushing even more firmly against him as his weightly chest came down solidly against her.
Adele's slender thighs parted as she fell, and when her small, tight buttocks hit the mattress, she suddenly realized she had the weight of Charlie's crotch pressing into the soft lips of her tender cunt. For the first time in her life she was aware of the kind of hardness sported by a man as it pressed through his trousers and rubbed itself against the split purse between her thighs. His zipper was hurting her, pulling at the sparse auburn thatch on her venereal mount, but overpowering the pain and the fear inside her was the arousing sensation of that hot hardness moving up and down in the softness of her heretofore-untouched womanly crack. Her lubrication, suddenly oozing out of her in heavy gouts for the first time in her life, made his pants wet, but he didn't seem to give a damn. His mouth was clamped tightly to hers, stifling any scream, cutting off her breath, kissing her, actually pulling her tongue from her mouth and sucking on it. His teeth were actually biting into her tongue, and when she finally managed to pull her tongue back into her own mouth, she was aware of his lingual digit probing in as well, teasing her gums, counting her white teeth, lining the insides of her lips.
The feelings in Adele were a mixture of arousal and terror. They were so overpowering, she forgot to struggle. For a long moment she simply lay there, limp, unmoving, allowing his tongue to continue searching her mouth, feeling his heavy chest press against her enlarging nipples, aware more than ever of that off hardness between his own thighs pressing into hers, causing the oily flow from her feminine flagon to ooze out even more and make his pants that much wetter.
"That's enough, Charlie," Marsha insisted, taking charge, letting Adele realize who was the boss of this outfit. "She belongs to me, now."
With tremendous difficulty the hungering Charlie lifted his hard body from the slender form of the beautiful woman he was covering, exposing the supine white tenderness to Marsha's burning eyes. The dark-haired woman stared at Adele's soddenly juicy pussy, hungrily admiring the rich pinkness barely showing beneath the jungle of sparse auburn curls. like Charlie, Marsha was salivating, staring anxiously at the slender litheness of Adele's lovely form.
While Charlie had been wrestling with Adele, Marsha had taken the opportunity to remove her own robe. Now it was Adele's turn to stare. The woman was flabby, but well-preserved for the most part. Her bulbous breasts sagged, but she had no wrinkles anywhere. There were faint stretch marks on her thighs and breasts, and her waist was somewhat fleshy. Her hips, thighs, and calves were very full, but solid, revealing that in spite of her detestation of exercise, and in spite of her being overweight, there was nothing overly soft about Marsha.
"No! No! No!" Adele shrieked, turning and twisting in an attempt to avoid the approaching Marsha.
"Don't be frightened," the older woman whispered as she approached the bed. "I don't want to hurt you, honey. I want you to enjoy everything as much as I'm going to enjoy it all. You'll learn to enjoy the giving as well as the receiving."
"Don't you understand?" Adele gasped. "What you want to do is a sin. We mustn't allow ourselves to give in to something like this."
"Who says so?" Marsha snapped. "I'd like to know where in the bible it talks about the sinful relationship between women. Oh, it says something about it being wrong for two men to indulge. That is definitely a sin. But there isn't a single thing wrong with two women giving one another pleasure. We both of us are women, Adele. So stop fighting me and just enjoy."
"I know the priest would disapprove of it," she insisted.
"When was the last time you went to church?" Marsha teased.
"I go every Sunday," Adele insisted.
"Oh, a real goody-goody. You go and listen to celibate men talk about the evils of things they know nothing about. I always thought of you as being more intelligent than to allow sexless men like priests to rule your life. Now you listen to me, Adele. I know all about the different kinds of love. You do as I say, and let me do as I wish, and you won't be sorry."
"It's corrupt!" Adele gasped.
"Who is there is say corruption isn't pleasant?" Marsha asked. "No one is going to violate your inner self as long as you don't beg for it, honey. Believe me when I say, you will beg for it, honey. But at the moment I'm determined to make love to you, and I'm just as determined to have you love me."
"Love you?" Adele asked, her eyes showing the detestation she felt for the other woman. "I despise you. There was no need for you to have dragged me along."
'There was every need," Marsha shrugged. "The three of us are in dire need of a woman-you, to be exact. I had you marked as the sexiest woman in the place, and I made certain you were the one Charlie selected to go with us. You're going to learn to love us, Adele, and I don't mean merely in the physical sense. You're going to be in love with all of us."
"Please" the helpless auburn-haired girl sobbed. "I'm a good girl. I've never hurt anyone or wished ill of anyone. I don't even know what you people really want of me. All I ask is to be let alone."
"That's impossible," Marsha shrugged, her voice soft, trying to be reassuring in spite of the words coming out of her mouth.
She ran a pudgy hand across the slender form of the female teller, her palm gently, softly, smoothly caressing Adele's quivering nipples. She was pleased to see the nubs jump to attention, which meant that in spite of Adele's fear and reticence, the beautiful woman was definitely capable of being aroused.
"As for what we want of you, of course you don't know just yet," Marsha continued. "After all, if you did know, you wouldn't be so innocent, now would you? There's nothing I love more than corrupting a virtuous maiden. Don't ask me why at the moment, Adele. All I know is, I enjoy contaminating purity, and you are purity. You're an obvious virgin, and are aware of nothing when it comes to sex. Now I think the time for talk is ended. We're going to really enjoy one another."
"My God! No!" the helpless Adele wailed, her moan suddenly cut off as Marsha pressed her thick lips to hers.
Marsha's arms were around her shoulders, keeping her tightly pinned down, and when she released Adele, Charlie went to the other side of the bed and kneeled on it, pressing his hands against Adele's shoulders as he looked at her, upside-down.
Adele felt fear the like of which she had only imagined when seeing horror movies. She tried whipping her head from side to side, but Marsha succeeded in once again placing her lips on Adele's. Marsha licked the other girl's lips with her tongue, breathing hot air into Adele's oral cave, then pressed her own full body against the taut, firm breasts of the younger girl, thrilling to the way Adele's nipples raked her flesh. The solidity of the younger girl's breasts, pushing against Marsha's softer body, acting like tiny cushions, make the heavier woman feel even more aroused. These were untouched, virginal breasts, being defiled for the first time, and the knowledge she was the one performing this vitiating deed made Marsha burn with uncontrolled arousal and excitement. It had been many, many months since she had been with any kind of female, much less one this pure.
Adele did her best to get away, kicking insanely, but Marsha was lodged all too firmly between her slender thighs. She was just as aware of the hardness of the other woman's nipples as they extended and all but dug into her tender flesh. She did her best to shut her mind to his depravity being wrought on her body in spite of the heavy pressure of Charlie's hands on her shoulders. But Adele was first becoming aware of a strange heat working its way through her, a feeling totally alien and different from any she had ever previously know.
She quivered and mewled with fear as she became aware of Marsha's groin, covered as it was with thick hair, press against the sparsely furred mount between her own thighs. She squirmed in a maddening attempt to get out from under the woman, but it only served to increase and intensify the friction between them. The bristles of the older woman's pouting pelvis were now rubbing violently against the sopping division between Adele's thighs, and each time Marsha pressed down, rubbing somewhat more strongly, Adele felt another bolt of lightning charge uncontrollably through her quivering body.
Gasping, trying to suck in air, Adele opened her mouth wide, hoping to be able to breathe even a little, but all she received was a mouthful of the older woman's lancing tongue. The tongue, like that of the evil-faced Charlie, earlier, explored the hidden cavern of her mouth as if seeking some kind of hidden treasure.
Marsha changed the angle of her body the littlest bit, and that was when Adele became distinctly aware of another phenomenon. A strange wet bumpiness was rubbing the mucous membranes between her own thighs. Marsha had maneuvered her clitoris so that it was pressing against the little button belonging to Adele, and the younger female felt as if someone had unreeled a wire from somewhere within her and had plugged it into a wall socket. She was being charged with electricity. The two extended clitorises seemed to swell and reach uncontrollably toward one another, both rubbing hard, turning bright red as blood filled them, causing them to enlarge that much more.
Marsha was bucking insanely, going into mild, but uncontrolled cataclysms, as if in the throes of small epileptic fits. Her body was wildly churning and bucking against Adele's, and all the beautiful younger girl was able to do was lie there and bear with it. If she did move, all it did was increase the rousing sensations shooting through her own tremulous body.
"Mmmmmmm...superb!" Marsha said, lifting her mouth from Adele's for the moment. "I know you don't wish to admit it, my dear, but I can already feel your lovely body responding, even if it is unwillingly. Yes, you're learning to enjoy this. You won't admit it just yet, but eventually, when you open your mind to all this, you'll come to understand that what we're doing is definitely not sinful. There's nothing wrong with permitting your body to indulge itself in this utmost of thrilling physical ecstasy. The only real sin is self-denial."
"Please...please . . . " the helpless Adele whimpered, her voice a soft whisper in her hoarse throat. "Don't do these terrible things to me. They're wrong, all wrong."
"Nah," Charlie broke in. "You're the one who's got it wrong, honey," he insisted, staring straight down into her upside-down face. "All Marsha's tryin' to make you understand is the real difference between wrong and right. Wrong is denyin' yourself somethin' that feels good "when it don't hurt no one else."
"Kiss that sweet mouth, Charlie," Marsha insisted.
With his hands still holding her rounded shoulders pinned firmly to the mattress, the sneering Charlie once again lowered his evil face to that of the girl lying beneath, and once more his tongue began its journey through her open mouth. It moved as if trying to find something Marsha's mouth might have missed.
Charlie was more than pleasantly surprised to feel the initial responses of the delightful auburn-haired nineteen-year-old. He knew she would never admit it, but though her mind refused to accept what was taking place, her body was already beginning to respond in the manner Marsha had predicted.
Adele simply lay there, her eyes tightly shut, at the moment totally unaware of the way her tongue was reacting with that of Charlie. She began whispering a few Hail Marys in the hope that all this might be nothing more than a bad dream.
She shivered as she felt heatedly wet lips slither across her throat, while a flicking tongue began tantalizing her helpless flesh. She'd have pressed her chin firmly against her throat had not Charlie still had his mouth pressed to hers, keeping her head forced down against the mattress. The darting tongue on her throat seemed to flick in and out, in and out, making spotted patterns along the bones above her breasts. She wriggled and writhed as the other woman's mouth continued working its way lower. Adele was positive those lips were going to fasten themselves on at least one of her nipples, and a moment later she shuddered as the lips surrounded the extended sensitive pinkness making her wriggle and squirm all the more as hot saliva washed all over her breast.
Adele was unaware of what it felt like to have a climax. As a "good girl" she had never learned anything at all about sex, and as a result was totally unaware of orgasmic sensations. Therefore she was totally unprepared for just what it was that inundated her shuddering body from the inside coming out as the lips and tongue of the older woman continued pressuring her nipple while the woman's sodden center continued rubbing against the slick pinkness of her own pulsatingly wet womanly swamp.
Without wanting to, she discovered her mouth was sucking as wildly on Charlie's tongue as if it were a stick of sugar cane-flexible sugar cane. His hands continued holding her shoulders pinned firmly to the bed, but she was clenching her fists against the mattress. Her lower half started bucking, and as a result she lifted Marsha off the bed a little. Her sensuous response caused Marsha to react as well, making her internally quiver with a minor orgasm because of the knowledge she was getting to this lovely young woman. Aware that she was the basic reason for Adele's attainment of an orgasm filled Marsha with all kinds of delights, and the small orgasm gave way to a much larger one. It whipped through her shuddering body with the madness of a wild typhoon.
In her lifetime, Marsha had played bull-dyke with countless other women, but at the moment she knew Adele to be responding better than any of the others, considering the short time she had been subjected to the tantalizingly thrilling ordeal. Yes, there was no doubt that the girl, when she finally did come around to Marsha's way of thinking, would be better than any female she had ever previously loved. God! She had to taste every last bit of this woman.
She began sliding down slowly, using her tongue to lick tempestuously, though she did take a moment to play with Adele's other nipple first, making it swell to the same size and shape as its twin. With her lips she formed squiggly little wet patterns on Adele's flat belly, and with every passing moment Adele's resistance lessened a little more. Oh, there was definitely still a certain amount of resistance. There had to be. Adele was a religious girl, and her training was deeply ingrained. It would take time to make her shake her ridiculous convictions.
Adele was very much aware of the power in Charlie's pressing hands and so when they left her shoulders, she knew it immediately. His cruel sneer of a mouth remained plastered against her own lips. She had her hands free, and she knew she might be able to shove him away, and she might even be able to kick free of Marsha, but long before she'd be able to reach to door the two of them would be on her, dragging her back to the bed and doing this to her all over again. Better to let them complete this unholy business now and get it over with, and once their vile lusts were sated, perhaps they'd leave her alone.
Charlie's tongue continued licking through her responding mouth, twining around her own oral organ, and without thinking, she discovered her hands had reached up and were clasping the back of his head. She shivered out of control when his two hands slid forward and began gently playing with her nipples, squeezing and teasing them while his mouth continued hungrily kissing hers. That, combined with Marsha's mouth-now delving into the little cup of her navel, was making her feel more and wilder emotions than she had ever felt before. Whether they were right or wrong, they were certainly different.
She dimly recalled Marsha saying something about her inner body not being violated until she, herself begged for it. Though she was hardly able to relax, that reassurance kept her from remaining totally tense, and as a result she was able to feel even more of the thrills surging through her, unknown sensations that delighted her in spite of all the horror she had undergone.
As Charlie's tongue continued plunging in and out of her mouth, teasing her gums while his fingers built up a severe static in each of her nipples, Adele writhed. This made Marsha's hungry mouth press more firmly into her body as her lips moved lower. With a gasp Adele realized the other woman was starting to lick through her light growth of reddish-brown tendrils on her pelvis.
My God! Adele thought. What's this horrible woman going to do?
An instant later her worst fears were realized, though she still found it impossible to believe. The teasing, licking tongue was lapping against the tenderness of her tantalizing pussylips. She shuddered, trying hard to clamp her thighs shut, but Marsha's own paunchy body was keeping them pressed wide apart. The dark-haired woman's slithery tongue pressed the soft flaps of her virgin labia apart so it was able to travel the untouched pathway to her womanly garden.
A warm liquid stickiness was oozing from the depths of her burning vagina, and the lunging tongue was hungrily licking it all up. Then the heatedly arousing oral digit sliced directly into the cut between her soft labia, literally slurping loudly as it moved up and down, sucking all the juices from the pink interior of the lightly furred furrow. The knowledgeable tongue lanced and probed, pushing between the ultra-sensitive walls of her tantalized and aroused vagina, urging more and more oils from the depths. Then the tongue came sliding out and pressed against the upstanding clitoris, and Adele felt as if pure fire was now charging its way through her.
Hard, pressuring lips continually surrounded the ultra-sensitive nubbin she had never even known was attached to her body. Adele gasped as Marsha's tongue delved lower once again and sank into the tight, virginal passageway of the younger girl. When Marsha pulled her head back for a moment and breathed heavily, Adele was aware of the forced warm air being breezily exhaled into her blistering tunnel. She bounced once more as the slick oral knife sliced into her again and slurped out even more of her juices. This sent erotic messages charging wildly through her virgin body, and against her will she totally relaxed, surrendering herself to the wild, crazy sensations she was enjoying.
Once again fingers began squeezing the upstanding buds of her rubbery nipples, pressing them with just enough heat to build a new wave of wanton desire in the depths of her helplessly unknowing young body. Charlie's palms stroked her carefully upstanding little pink berries while he moved his face down so he was able to kiss her in the valley between her solid breasts. He caressed her with an experience that belied the totally evil impression he gave to everyone who looked at him, and her already aroused self was fast becoming and overheated oven of uncontrolled desire. What she was feeling were thrills she had never knows existed. Not in her wildest imagination would she have been able to conjure up such sensations.
The man's continually working tongue lapped across the tender soft flesh of her shuddering body, touching one nipple, then returning to the other, making certain each received an equal amount of attention, determining each would stand up to its full length. The whole time Adele's hands were busy of their own volition, sensuously massaging the back of his neck, almost clinging to him and tugging him down. The control of her body had shifted from her coolly calculating mind to her simmering instincts. All the switches controlling her common sense had, for the moment, been shut off. Her morals, her upbringing, her innate decency was no longer in existence for this moment. Her environment had been totally overwhelmed and her conscience had been unwittingly lulled to sleep.
Her thighs were even wider apart by now, and had she been capable of stretching them even wider apart, she would have done just that. The unnerving tongue belonging to Marsha was probing into the steaming culvert of her cunt, and it was as effective as a hot, hard penis would have been on a woman no longer a virgin. She wasn't being raped any longer. She was a willing party to this. The experience of the tongue slithering in and out of her shuddering body almost made her wish it was a male organ.
In the hidden depths of her conscious mind she became aware, for the first time, of why women had the urge to lose their virginity. No wonder so many good, religious families had lots of children. Now that she was feeling these sensations she became aware this newness was something additional in her life, something she would not be able to do without for any extended period of time. Perhaps lust wasn't quite as evil as it had been painted. After all, lust was something that might possibly lead to love. Of one thing Adele was certain, and that was, she would never be able to fall in love with a man for whom she felt no physical attraction. Nor would she be able to love a man who didn't actually hunger for her as well as love her.
All her life she had been taught that she had to suppress her emotions. She had been taught by her mother, who had been taught in turn by her mother, a woman totally subservient to the wishes of her husband and her priest. Marsha was right to a certain extent. Men made the rules, and it was all right for them to go out and enjoy themselves extra-maritally to the fullest, winking a little to each other as if it were a great joke. But it was a horrible sin, according to these same men, for any woman to do the same thing. If the woman was married, she was committing adultery. If she was single, then she was merely committing carnal sin, which was just as bad.
A whole new world of sight, sound, touch, smell, and hearing was opening up to Adele. Sin? Maybe it was a sin. But if that was the case, then how many so-called religious blue-nosed people committed similar sins and hid them? She'd seen more than one pillar of the village community walk into her bank and help to open an account for some sweet young woman, but she had simply closed her mind to it at the time. Her mind refused to dwell on anything evil.
Well if this kind of feeling was really sinful, then Adele fully intended to become a sinner. Now, as one mouth continued sucking on her peaked nipples, and another mouth licked her vagina, she had to admit she liked what she was feeling. It dawned on her just why all people, men and women a-like, who indulged in sexual play, enjoyed it. But what she still wasn't able to understand was why Marsha felt the need to make love to another woman instead of being with a man.
But this definitely was not the time for her to think of Marsha's aberrations, and the whys and wherefores of what she was doing. This was the time to simply enjoy. As promised, she was feeling no pain whatsoever. In fact, not only had they not hurt her, but they had not asked her to perform or respond in kind. For the moment she was merely the recipient of total utter pleasure.
Her thighs pressed tightly around the bloated cheeks of the heavier woman, her hot cunt aroused as never before, thrilling to the way the slurping tongue made its way in and out of her shuddering body. Marsha was eagerly sucking the flaming cup that was Adele's sopping pussy, and Adele was instantly responding to the wonderful tonguing by rotating her hips maddeningly thrusting her pubis solidly at the older woman's eagerly anxious face.
Convulsions began tightening the muscles in the depths of her twitching vagina. The feelings slowly began enlarging within her, building from that hidden recess deep within, now beginning to come to the fore, swelling to greater proportions than the feeling she had previously enjoyed.
Charlie was no longer kissing her face or her body, and his hands had released their hold on her breasts. His palm caressed her fevered, perspiring brow, seeing the glazed look in her unseeing eyes, well aware of just what it was she was about to experience.
Adele heaved her fulcrum as high as she was able, her buttocks slamming down into the mattress only to bounce right back up again, more aware than ever of the overpowering feeling about to totally absorb her. There was no way to hold it back, and the truth was, she didn't want to do so. She was breathing irregularly now, hoarse gulps coming from her choked gullet as she coughed, surrendering herself thoroughly and, for the moment, unashamedly to this oncoming, overpowering rapture. Her mouth widened as if it had been cut open, and from her voice box came a yowl of a female wildcat.
"WWWWWAAAAAAUUUUWWWWAAAAAHHH...HHHHAAAAANNNNNNGGGGHHHHH...EEEEYYYYYA-A-AAA-NNNNGGGGHHHHH...G-G-G-G-G-HHHH!" she screeched, the sound issuing from the depths of her throat sounding like some demon from hell, itself. Blast after blast of feeling charged through her quivering form, building thrills that much higher inside. Her vaginal muscles, never before subjected to such tension, began dilating and contracting at eye-blinking speed. She wriggled and churned wildly, inwardly feeling herself soaring up to the top of a high mountain. When she reached the peak, she soared straight up into the air, and then did a complete reversal, plunging straight down into the deepest abyss of totally wanton satisfaction. Her slender thighs continued bouncing wildly, slamming her firm, rubbery buttocks repeatedly into the thin mattress that lay beneath her. All the while the older woman's mouth remained tightly glued to the sumptuous swamp of her sucking pussy.
"Don't stop!" she heard a voice gasp. "FOR GOD'S SAKE, DON'T STOP...DON'T STOP...DON'T
STOP...DON'T STOP... " That was when she first realized she was the one doing the shouting.
"Oh, Sweet Jesus, what happened to me!" she whimpered, finally letting herself sink into the mattress. Her thighs fell loosely apart.
The last bit of satisfaction had been coaxed from Adele by the expert workings of Marsha's talented tongue as it continued darting, plunging and probing deeply into the center of her womanly tunnel. It licked insatiably, squeezing every last bit of feeling from her orgasmic center. Then and only then did Marsha stop.
Adele simply lay there, a washed-out rag, thoroughly incapable of moving. She was aware of her muscles relaxing little by little, melting into the bed itself, and she knew that at that moment there was nothing she would be able to do other than merely lie there and simply relax. God! It had been unbelievable!
"Charlie!" she heard a hoarse female voice croak, and when she had the strength to turn her head, she saw the heavier brunette crawling onto the bed beside her. Drool was falling from her lips, and she was panting with her exertions.
"Yes, Marsha," the ugly man responded, and turning her head the other way, Adele saw Charlie was now in the process of removing his clothes. "I'll be right there," he was telling the older woman.
Tired as she was at that moment, she was so fascinated, Adele was unable to close her eyes. She stared as the tall, nasty-faced man undressed in front of her without a qualm. When he had finally stripped to the buff, Adele was astonished at the weighty breadth and length of the penis he was sporting. It seemed impossible that any man was capable of walking around with something like that ready to knock him off balance.
Adele wasn't totally unknowing when it came to the differences between men and woman. Her parents had given her what they believed to be a good education, and that included a bit of sex education, as well. She had seen photos of Michelangelo's David, but what the statue had chiseled in front of it was a wormy looking thing compared to the monstrous bit of stiffness that stood out from between Charlie's hard-muscled thighs. It was a wonder it didn't topple him forward.
"Fuck me, now!" Marsha gasped, her heavy thighs widely spread, revealing her own pink slash as it ached to be filled with the length jutting from between Charlie's thighs.
Adele watched, fascinated, never having witnessed anything like this before. Charlie hurriedly mounted the older woman, poising his throbbing phallic head against the lips of her soaking cunt, and then, without even bothering to guide it with his hands, he plunged it straight into her. Adele listened as Marsha let a sigh of relief issue from between her lips as she accepted the full length of the unbelievable massive pole all the way into the tightness of her squishy cunt. Adele was able to see the mighty monolith as it rode in, all the way to the hilt, the sound of his balls smacking against her asscheeks.
The younger girl was aware of the way the bed began bouncing wildly as Charlie continued plunging his solid length of hosepipe into the heavy woman repeatedly, ramming it into her as if he actually hoped to drill through flesh and bone and come out the other side. In fact, from where Adele lay, it appeared to her the man was actually trying to nail her down to the mattress with the full length of his hard, heavy brad. He violently plunged into her over and over, and Adele wondered how Marsha was able to withstand such strong thrusts. She stared with awe as she saw Marsha meeting his downward stabs with an upward momentum of her own hips, their bodies slamming uncontrollably against each other in a maddeningly insane rhythm.
"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder, fuck me harder!" was all Marsha was able to murmur, her voice keeping perfect time with the way he was powering the full length of his rigid prick into her.
The black-haired woman was sighing with ecstatic pleasure, and it was obvious she was feeling elation at the way he was jamming his tree-trunk-like length into her quivering horizontal volcano. To Adele, Charlie's buttocks seemed to be vibrating with unbelievable speed as it pounded back and forth in the center of Marsha's body. The hard breadth of his throbbing cock looked to be so unbelievably long, Adele was certain the tip of it had to be reaching all the way up into Marsha's belly.
In a way it was amusing. Marsha was presently in the same position Adele had been in, earlier. She lay on her back, her buttocks bouncing against the thin mattress on the bed, straining the part her heavy thighs that much more in order to accept the full length and breadth of the man's driving penis. When she finally realized she was unable to spread her thighs any wider, Marsha changed her tactic and wrapped her heavy lower limbs tightly around Charlie's waist. She tugged firmly, pulling him into her, her heels kicking wildly into the air.
Charlie pounded his penis into her sucking center all the more solidly, ramming the rigid length deeper with every thrust. He was starting to pant now, somewhat short of breath as her thighs continued inexorably tightening around him like two pythons in the process of crushing a helpless victim to death.
"You...fuck...better...each...time...she wheezed between thrusts, her body still bouncing in continual rhythm to the way he was malloting the hard length of gristle he sported into her. Marsha was luxuriating in the way he continually nailed the organ into her.
Marsha had to admit she loved Charlie's cock. She had known quite a few men since she had divorced Roy, her husband. Roy had been a lousy lover right from the start. The fact that he was just barely able to make her come was enough to convince her there had to be other men capable of doing the job better. She tried a few of them and discovered precisely how much better they were, and that was when she had divorced her husband. After that, she had taken a whole slew of male lovers, some good, some fair, some average. Then she had met Charlie and Manny, the Delicato Brothers. Charlie was older by two years and looked to be evil, itself. Manny was in many ways just the opposite of his brother, at least in looks. Manny was a man with almost innocent features, though when it came to bedroom hi-jinks, it was difficult to tell the two brothers apart. Charlie, though evil-looking, was far better-natured than one might initially suppose. He was also well-educated in spite of his speech. His very ugliness was what had attracted Marsha to him, and since he'd found it difficult to get women into bed, he was overjoyed when Marsha actually propositioned him.
Right from the first, Marsha determined that both brothers belonged to her. Their magnificent cocks and the way they used them had her convinced they were all she would need for utter happiness. But in order to keep from losing them, she knew that now and again she would have to lure other women to them, and that was how her own lesbianism had developed. One thing she had learned was to enjoy whatever she did when it come to sex, and she enjoyed playing with women as much as playing with her two men. She actually seduced some women, women who were homosexual, and then convinced them to put out for both brothers, herself being the one to guide their cocks into the holes of the other women when the other women finally came around to begging to be fucked. But for the most part, as far as she was concerned, their cocks were reserved for her, even though she was aware of the fact that they only used her because it was difficult for them to have other women on a regular basis.
Right now she felt Charlie's cock filling her to the deepest part of her. It delighted her so much, she often took it down her throat, and now and again even let one or another of the brothers fill her rectum. Both brothers were close to three inches in overall breadth, which was astonishing since the average male penis was about an inch and five-eights around. She had never measured the lengths of their cocks, but knew she was deep enough to handle either of them in any of her three orifices.
None of them were workers in the true sense. Now and again, when finances were very low, one of them took a job for a short while, usually with the intent of finding a weak spot in the company for which they worked so they'd be able to eventually rob it. Each of the brothers was an expert when it came to working behind the appetizing counter of a food store, and as a result, more than one chain store's payroll was stolen. Marsha was an excellent secretary and receptionist, and the two brothers let her take jobs in banks or with finance companies in different states, letting her case the joint thoroughly before they went in and made a score.
Now Marsha began bouncing her chubby body all the more wildly, fucking her tight cunt all the way up, then letting the flaming tunnel swallow whole the entire length of his bludgeoning meaty cock. It slammed into her repeatedly, building her to the ultimate crisis she had been seeking. Even so, she wasn't content and tried to bring it one more quickly, but found herself unable to do so. With her heels hooked around his thighs, she clung tenaciously to him, waiting for the inevitable.
Finally it arrived, and she shrieked out her delight. But her bellows were almost drowned out by Charlie's gasps as the man finally managed to unleash a torrent of semen into her womb, filling it with the heated white glue. The huge spur of meat blasted into her again and again, setting her off so that she had a wildly uncontrollable orgasm. She almost blacked out for a few moments. Then she lay there, spent, his thick meat still inside her, but oh so comforting.
That was when Adele fell asleep.