Chapter 5
When Adele finally did awaken the following morning, she discovered the others were fast asleep. The house she was in was a small ranch house, with one floor and the basement. The two men were in one of the bedrooms, on separate single beds, snoring away loudly, while Marsha was in the master bedroom, in a large double bed, also asleep for the moment. Adele felt this might be her opportunity to escape.
She knew better than to try opening the doors or windows with the steel shutters covering them. The only way out of the house was the way they had come in, through the garage.
Marsha had thrown a blanket over her while she'd slept, and Adele wrapped it around her now as she barefootedly walked through the uncarpeted halls to the cellar door. It was unlocked. Opening the door, she quietly tip-toed down the cold steps, feeling the gritty floor beneath her feet. Reaching the barroom, she walked through to the other end, trying the door. It was locked. Damn! She should have known getting out of here wouldn't be easy.
She was surprised by Marsha, who suddenly appeared, smiling at her attempt to escape.
"Don't you like the house?" Marsha asked. She was wearing a white robe over her chunky figure.
"I'd like to leave," Adele insisted.
"The weekend's only begun," Marsha smiled. "We wouldn't dream of letting our house guest go so quickly. Are you hungry?"
"A little," Adele admitted.
"Well then, I think it might be a good idea if we worked up a real appetite for you. Come on, let's go to the game room."
"The game room?" Adele asked.
She led Adele down the hallway in the basement to the room at the far end. Opening the door, Adele found herself in a small room with off-white walls. In the center of the room, barely leaving enough space to walk around the ends, was a huge bed. It was three times the size of a king-sized bed.
"We found it here when we moved in," Marsha told her. "Some times I call it the game room. Some times the ball room, if you get my meaning."
"I don't understand...."
"It's where we sometimes ball when the two guys and I get together," Marsha insisted. "Here, you and I can have quite a few pleasurable hours together."
By now Adele was familiar with what Marsha considered pleasurable. In control of her senses for the moment, she blushed at the way she had responded to all that had been done to her the night before. She also realized there would be no way for her to restrain herself should Marsha choose to do the same thing again.
When Marsha reached for the blanket covering Adele, the younger woman had more sense than to resist her. True, she and Marsha were alone for the moment, but she understood the older woman was testing her to see how she would behave. So Adele permitted Marsha to remove the blanket without saying anything.
"You have such a slender, sensual, innocent body," Marsha complimented, stressing the last adjective. "It would be a shame for so lovely a body to go to waste and remain unused. I admit I want to use it, Adele, but more important is wanting you to want it. Tell me, are you repulsed by my body?"
Without waiting for Adele to comment, the heavier woman took off her bathrobe. She stood there as totally naked as the younger girl, looking like a Rubens or a Goya painting. Both men had seen something sensuous in weighty women, and they had painted them naked, making them appear every bit as seductive as the more slender women who posed for photos in the present day and age. Marsha was heavy, and her breasts were unquestionably pendulous, but there was nothing soft about her. She had a firm roundness. Her buttocks, though large, were hard. Her stomach had only a slight roundness to it in spite of all the weight Marsha carried in her rear and breasts. Her waist, though fleshy, was still definitely discernible, and not hidden under layers of loose flab.
At first, Adele was unable to understand why the older woman was showing herself off. It obviously wasn't vanity, since Marsha always wore clothing that tended to hide her figure rather than accent it. But there was a definite look in Marsha's eye that told Adele she was waiting to hear an opinion. How was she to know that Marsha believed that since Vera had been fascinated with her body all slender women had this desire to be possessed and to possess women built differently than themselves. Marsha, inwardly aroused at the sight of Adele's body, believed Adele might be stimulated by looking at hers.
Walking over to the bed, Marsha carelessly sprawled on it, face-up, with her hands and her thighs spread apart, exposing her pink labia, already moist with anticipation.
"Come!" Marsha insisted to Adele.
The auburn-haired beauty walked to the edge of the bed and stared at the opening between the fullness of Marsha's vaginal lips. It seemed to be beckoning to her. Even the dark hair ringing the halved, pouting vaginal slices seemed to be calling to her.
It's wrong, Adele thought. I mustn't do this.
In spite of herself she discovered she was drawn to the huge bed. As she came closer, she realized there was a strong deodorant scent emanating from Marsha's body. Somehow the heavy woman had taken the time to take what must have been an instant shower while Adele was here in the basement. The deodorant soap she had used had a different scent to it, like mint.
"Don't be afraid," Marsha whispered in a soft tone. "You know I won't do anything to hurt you. I merely want to touch you, to play with you, and I want to feel you touch me in return."
"But it's so unnatural," Adele insisted.
"Who is to say what's natural?" she asked. "I feel a kind of love for you at this moment, Adele. Love is a very natural thing. Just because it isn't between a man and a woman doesn't make it any less natural or strong. Love between two women can be a most rewarding experience. I mean, let's face it, certainly you have no fear of losing your virginity with me, unless that's what you really want to take place. Then, and only then, I'd use a dildo to take it from you and believe me, even if there's no feeling in a dildo, I can be far gentler than any man, and at the same time you need not risk pregnancy."
"Dildo?" Adele asked, totally unfamiliar with the term.
"Ah yes, a girl like you wouldn't know about such things," Marsha smiled, taking her hand and drawing her down to the mattress. "I have one here in the house, and later perhaps I'll show it to you."
Her hand slowly rubbed the soft skin on Adele's arm. Her fingers touched the younger girl's shoulder, making her quiver. Marsha knew she was once again starting to arouse the girl.
Despite warnings in her brain, Adele had to admit she liked the soft way Marsha was touching her. The woman's tantalizing fingers had a way of making her tingle wherever they touched. Delightful, heady sensations of enjoyment were traveling through her tingling body, and it seemed to her every one of her nerves was being touched with raw electricity. Damn it all! She liked it! She knew it was wrong and she ought not to like it, but she did.
Marsha's gentle handling brought Adele even closer to her, and soon the younger girl was hovering directly over the supine older woman, her full small breasts dangling invitingly just above Marsha's pursed and moist lips. Marsha knew she had her, and was certain she wouldn't be moving too quickly if she began kissing Adele's nipples.
Marsha opened her mouth and let her tongue leap out. It unerringly reached for and touched the tip of Adele's right nipple. The younger female began quaking all the more certainly, realizing no matter how iniquitous this was, she was enjoying it. If she didn't do something to stop it all now, she knew she would once again be trapped by the carnality she was feeling. But as the older woman drew Adele's nipple between her lips and began sucking on it, Adele became aware that she didn't want to stop it. She lowered her torso a bit more, feeling the wae Marsha's lips tightened their hold on the little pink nubbin, sucking it in, pulling it against her palate as her tongue slurped out even further to taste her areola.
Marsha sucked very strongly, now very certain of her power over the younger girl. Yes, she had this so-called pure, seemingly innocent young thing in her clutches, and what was more, this sweet little angel was enjoying the unholy pressure of her mouth sucking on a nipple. So Marsha sucked all the harder, slavering as she savored the tender flesh of the younger female. The rich pink nipple had grown to more than an inch in length, and its thickness matched those of the aroused Marsha. This made the older woman suck even harder, her teeth biting down on the elastic flesh, enjoying the way in which she was able to chew and feel the spongy nipple spring back.
For the moment Adele was once more under Marsha's spell, sighing, her hands reaching down behind Marsha's head, her fingers interlacing in the older woman's dark hair, tugging her toward her body as she pressed her breasts into Marsha's face, almost cutting off the latter's ability to breathe. Heaven help her but she liked it, and no matter how wrong or evil it seemed, she wanted to feel more.
She squirmed as Marsha's tongue continued pressuring the fullness of the sensitively swollen nipple, sighing and gasping all at once. Her mind went back to the previous late afternoon when she remembered the way Charlie had sucked on her nipples. Yes, yesterday was definitely coming back to her more clearly now. She recalled that as much as she had initially detested Charlie, she had enjoyed the pressure of his strong, masculine mouth on her breasts as much as she was presently thrilling to the titillating tongue and lips of the woman with her now. Both feelings were different. Charlie had sucked her nipples more strongly, even using his teeth to scrape the edged sensitivity of her nippled flesh, but Marsha's mouth was strictly the use of tongue and lips, steadily nursing at her nipple the way a child might extract nourishment from a baby bottle.
'Tell me, did you like what I finally did to you last night?" Adele heard Marsha ask as she lifted her mouth from the other female's ovoid breast.
Her speaking about it made Adele recall it all very vividly. Yes, she had definitely liked it. It had been a tantalizing, arousing, fulfilling experience, totally un-like anything she had ever previously known. Now Marsha seemed to be offering her the same thing all over again.
"Oh yes," Adele nodded, sitting up.
"Well I happen to like it, too," Adele told her. "I know the feeling, and you see, Adele, if you want me to do it to you, then the time has come for you to learn to do it to me. You'll quickly discover there's just as much pleasure in doing as there is in being done to."
"I don't understand," Adele shrugged. "Just what is it you want me to do?"
"You really are a naive one," Marsha smiled. "Let's do this slowly. First I want you to kiss my breasts the way I just kissed yours."
Fire still burned in Adele, and she was sufficiently under the other woman's spell to timidly lean down and press her lips to the side of Marsha's right mammary.
"The nipple," Marsha insisted. "I want to feel your lips sucking my nipple the way I sucked yours."
"No!" Adele gasped out loud, rolling off the bed and suddenly standing up. "I can't do anything as horrible as that."
"You liked it when I did it to you," Marsha pointed out.
"But that was different," Adele gasped. "I mean, you wanted to do that to me."
"When you learn, dear girl," Marsha assured her, a wicked smile on her face, "You'll be no less eager to want to do that to me."
"But I don't want to learn to do horrible things like that," Adele insisted, stamping her foot.
"What makes you think that you're any better than I?" Marsha snapped. "Where do you come off merely allowing your cunt to be licked without licking in return?"
"I never said I was better," Adele replied, feeling shy inside. "I just said I didn't want to learn to do things like that."
"Honey, you and I had damn well better get a few things straight between us," Marsha angrily said to the younger girl. "You're going to be here all of today, all of tomorrow, and part of Monday-maybe. Just how enjoyable or painful your stay is depends on you. The fact is, the sooner you come around to my way of thinking, the easier everything is going to be, and the better you'll feel when the time comes for you to leave. Give me an argument or a hard time, and not only will I make things extremely uncomfortable for you, but you might not leave here for a much longer period of time than you'd think."
"What are you trying to tell me?" Adele asked.
"I'll say it in the simplest way I can," Marsha told her, now up on her elbows and staring at the standing figure. "Either you come here and start licking my cunt the way I did yours, OR...."
"No!" Adele screamed, and turning, she ran from the room.
Marsha stared after her, narrowing her eyes. She was about to teach the young girl a lesson she'd never forget.