Chapter 6
Adele wanted to run to her room and close herself in, but there were no locks on the doors, and it would do her no good. Besides, her stomach was growling, letting her know she hadn't eaten since lunch the previous day. She didn't know what time it was, though she assumed it was still quite early in the day.
Running to the kitchen instead, she was suddenly conscious of the fact that she was totally naked when she found the two men in there, eating breakfast. She wanted to turn and run, but to do so meant going to one of the bedrooms, and if one or both men pursued her, they would rape her. Panting heavily, more frightened than ever before, she stood nakedly in front of the two men who were seated at the breakfast table.
"Sit!" Charlie said, motioning with his chin as he chewed his pancakes.
"God!" she gasped. "God help me! That woman is a monster. How can the two of you stay with her. She's so perverted. How can either of you take orders from her?"
"Hey, come on now," Charlie laughed. "She ain't all that bad, y'know. As a matter-of-fact, as long as she gets her way, she can be a very nice person."
"You mean that if she had told you to rape me last night, you would have gone ahead and done it?" Adele asked, using her hands as best she could to cover herself.
"She wouldn't ask us," Manny replied. "You see, one thing about Marsha is, she never actually forces anyone to do anything. She insists that whoever indulges in any kind of sex actually enjoy what he or she is doing. After all, she enjoys it, so why shouldn't you?"
"We were alone in the basement just now," Adele gasped. "Do you know what she wanted me to do?"
"Oh I know," Charlie nodded. "Hell! I've gone down on her thousands of times, myself. I mean, I don't know why you think it's so bad. I kinda dig it, myself."
"How in heaven's name can you enjoy touching a woman in such a filthy place with your mouth, of all things?" the terrified young woman wanted to know.
"Dirty?" Manny asked. "Now suppose you tell me, what makes you think that area is dirty? As a plain matter-of-fact, don't you always wash yourself there when you finish urinating?"
"Y-yes," she nodded.
"Well, when that area is washed, it's one of the cleanest places on the female human body. The inside is especially clean. It has to be. I mean, a man's seminal fluid contains millions of tiny sperm that can exist under only the most sterile conditions. A simple drop of tap water will kill sperm. So will saliva. So the inside of a woman's vagina is exremely clean in order for the sperm to survive."
"It's so easy for you men to use words to contradict anything I say," she told him. "The two of you and that witch are so much smarter than I am when it comes to sex."
"Hey, whoa! Now you just wait a minute!" Charlie snapped. "She told you, ain't no one gonna poke nothin' into you unless you ask for it. So you just stop bad-mouthin' us."
"You'll forgive me if I say I feel more than a little skeptical on this point."
"Hey word of honor, for whatever you think it's worth. Ain't no one gonna touch you unless you beg for it." '
"There's as much chance of that happening as a snowball surviving way down in the Devil's habitat."
"Honey, don't say things like that. Y'just don't know, f sure."
"Oh? Do you think if you fornicate in front of me again with that dreadful woman that you'll get me aroused to where I'll beg for it?"
"All I think right now is that I'd like to finish eatin' breakfast. How about you? You want breakfast?"
"Yes, please," she nodded.
Marsha came to the table in her robe and sat, as well. Manny got the pancakes and put them on everyone's plate. Then he handed the syrup to Adele. She poured a heavy amount on her pancakes and handed it to Charlie.
"No thanks," Charlie said, taking the syrup bottle and handing it to Manny. "I got enough already."
"I'll take some," Marsha said, and Manny, behind Adele's back, switched syrup bottles, handing a different one to Marsha, though it looked like the same one.
After breakfast, the four of them went to the living room. The two men sat on chairs at the far end of the room, and Marsha sat on a large chair near the sofa. That left the sofa for Adele. She sat as Marsha used a remote control unit to turn on a rented TV set. They watched the news, and there was a report about the bank holdup as well as the fact that Adele was missing. Adele ought to have felt a shiver at hearing of her own kidnapping, but instead, she was starting to feel warm. As time passed, she began to feel more than warm. She felt hot. In fact, her genital area was tingling, and it occurred to her she was beginning to feel arousal. Lust was making itself felt in her as flames began to mount in the pit between her tender thighs. Though she didn't want to, because she was still totally naked in front of the others who were dressed, she reached between her thighs with her hands, touching herself for the first time in her life. She was astonished to discover her vagina was soaking wet, and when she pressed her fingers between her labia she became even more aroused and excited.
She looked at the others, but they were all concentrating on the TV screen, none of them looking at her. Her digging fingers pressed even more solidly against her sopping vaginal orifice, and she almost jumped out of her skin when she felt the swollen extension of flesh at the apex of her inner labia. She touched it again and realized it was the spot Marsha had licked with her tongue the previous night. Lord! She wished someone would volunteer to tongue it again. She needed it, needed it badly.
With every passing moment she was becoming more aroused in spite of there being nothing to stimulate her visually or manually. Why? What was wrong with her? What was happening to her? Was that initial orgasm she'd had the previous day the cause for all this? Had she suddenly become a slave to her carnal feelings? Was this the way Marsha felt all the time? If so, she was starting to feel pity for her.
Oh, good Christ! It was starting to get worse with every passing moment. Perspiration came oozing from her every pore, drenching her skin, coating her from head to foot. The aroma of arousal was getting stronger and stronger in her quivering nostrils. She was shaking, but it definitely wasn't from fear. She no longer felt afraid of the other three people in the room. She feared nothing and no one. At this moment her mind was conjuring up pictures of Marsha lying naked on the huge bed downstairs, and she concentrated on recalling the rich vivid pinkness of the lips of Marsha's pussy. She licked her lips, thinking how she would probably like to taste Marsha down there and see if it was as good as Charlie had said.
The worst part of all this was, the sensations she was feeling were by no means limited to that fleshy nub at the top of her inner vaginal lips. Rather the sensation was running insanely through her interior, in the seething depths of her cunt-that was one of the words Charlie said she would have to use. It seethed through her.
Without having to be told, she knew there was only one cure. A tongue wouldn't be enough, now. Fingers wouldn't do the trick, either. There was only one way to assuage the seething sensations in the pit of her pussy, and that was to use the appendage attached to a man between his thighs.
Fm a virgin, she thought. I can't just up and do it! I can't just ask a man to put his...uhhhhhh...cock...into me. Before I do anything like this, I have to get married.
But even as she though this, the feeling was burning deeper and deeper inside her, making her inflamed body squirm. She was a woman on fire, in desperate need of some kind of salvation. God! Dear God! What did virginity mean at a time like this? The sensation within her was continuing to enlarge with every passing moment, and if something wasn't done about it in a hurry, she might injure herself. The one really natural device made for penetrating a woman's vagina was a penis, and she needed one. The maddening sensation made her press her hands all the more deeply into the hidden folds of her hot cunt.
Cock! That's what Charlie had called it; a cock!
"I need a cock," she whispered to herself. Dear God! Please forgive me, for I know my thoughts are terrible and sinful, yet I'm unable to help myself. Fm dying, Fm burning up. I can feel the need for his cock running into my belly, burning through me like cancer. I need a cock! God! Please! Send me a cock!
"I need a cock," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper and somewhat controlled. "I need a cock! Please, please, I need one so badly, so badly."
She was lying on the sofa, rolling from side to side, digging her fingers into her vagina as perspiration covered her lithe form, making her shine as she continued pressing the fingers of both hands into her raging pussy. Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she looked up.
There, standing around the sofa, were the three of them. They were smiling down at her, aware of her distress.
"Dear girl, whatever is the problem?" Marsha asked, her voice a study in controlled emotion.
Inside, the woman didn't know whether to laugh or to simply hurl herself at the lovely girl. The sight of Adele, helplessly rolling on the sofa, roused her to an almost uncontrollable pitch. Now, only her desire to revenge herself on this girl for running away earlier kept Marsha from leaping on her.
"P-please, oh, please...help me...oh, help me!" the gasping young girl whimpered, rolling off the sofa and falling on her knees at the other woman's feet.