Chapter 7
"Help you?" Marsha asked, a malicious smile spreading on her face. "Certainly, dear. What can I do to help you?"
"I don't know, oh, God! I don't know!" Adele wept. "Whatever it is, I can feel it inside me. It's burning me up a little at a time, and it's tearing me apart. Dear Jesus! Don't just stand there. You must know what I'm feeling. Do something!"
"What can I do?" Marsha shrugged, her voice dripping with a certain malicious venon.
"I...need...oh, God... " Adele gasped. "I need...ohhh...I need him. I need his... " she panted, pointing at Charlie.
"Use the word," Charlie insisted. "Come on, kiddo! Whaddaya need? Out with it! Say the word!"
"Cock!" Adele screamed. "I need your cock. I need it to get rid of the feeling inside me. Please...please...use it on me...do it to me...oh my God! I'm burning up!"
"Are you asking that Charlie assist you in losing your damned virginity?" Marsha poisonously sweetly asked.
"Yes, oh, yes," Adele sobbed, writhing on the sofa.
"Well, now, this is something to think about, isn't it!" Marsha taunted. "After all, we don't want Charlie accused of rape, do we? This isn't something to be rushed into."
"Oh, please, for the love of God! Don't tease me so cruelly. I'm burning up inside. I'll do anything you want, anything! I'll obey any order you give me! But if you have a heart, any kind of heart at all, you'll let the man fuck me. For the love of sweet Jesus! Let him fuck me!"
"Fuck? Did you hear that, men? She used the word 'fuck!' She's starting to grow up." Turning to Adele, Marsha said, "Anything?"
"Anything," Adele agreed, her eyes fever-bright with need.
"You'll kiss my cunt when I tell you to?"
"Yes, yes oh, dear God, yes!"
"You'll let either Charlie or Manny stick his cock not only into that snooty little twat of yours, but into your mouth if I order it, or even in that tight little asshole of yours?"
"Y-yes" Adele sobbed, out of mind in need. "You'll even let me use the dildo, the artificial penis, and fuck you myself?"
"Anythiiiiiing!" Adele wailed. "Only help me right now! I can't stand this any longer! My cunt's on fire."
"Well?" Charlie asked, himself smirking.
"Just a moment," Marsha insisted.
Walking closer to the sofa, she knelt next to it, bringing her pudgy face close to that of the hapless female bank teller.
"Right now you're burning up, on fire with need for sex," she muttered. "You'd do or say anything for relief. What about afterward? What guarantees do I have that you'll honor the promises you've been making? How can I depend on you not to change your mind and claim we forced you or made you swear under duress?"
"I swear it before God!" Adele whimpered, her eyes tightly scrunched together as tears streamed down her cheeks. "I swear it before the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost! I'll do anything you ask. I'll do it whenever you ask, if you relieve me of this."
"When we turn you loose, you'll help misdirect the police for a short while?"
"Ohhhhhh...yesssssss!" Adele sobbed.
"You gentlemen heard?" Marsha asked of Charlie and Manny.
"Loud and clear," Manny grunted, licking his lips, wishing he were the one to get first dibs on this luscious auburn-haired girl.
"Good!" Marsha smiled, removing her own robe, revealing her nakedness. "This being the case, Charlie, get to work on her."
Without another word, Charlie sneeringly undressed, leaving his clothes on the bare living room floor in a heap, once again revealing his nakedness to Adele. His body was only slightly paunchy, but otherwise had a solidity to it Manny would never have. His eyes glittering, he stared at Adele, his mouth wearing its perennial smile of malice, pleased he was about to fuck to daylights out of this little chick. He would never have openly admitted it to Marsha, but the sight of Adele's naked body the previous evening had set him all ablaze. It had been so long since he had fucked anyone other than Marsha, he felt as if his balls were made of crystal, and the constant swelling in them would make them shatter.
What made this all the more interesting was that Adele was a virgin. He hadn't dispoiled that many in his lifetime, and it felt good to know his was the first cock to invade a woman's cuntal cavern. Though every woman supposedly starts out a virgin, how many men are really fortunate enough to have a virgin in their lifetimes? It seemed as if some few fortunate men did all the deflowering, leaving the bulk of earth's two billion men to handle non-virgins the rest of their lives.
Adele lay back, realizing she was about to receive the relief for which she was longing. She found herself trembling expectantly. Her hands seemed to be locked into her tight cunt as her soft thighs closed softly about her fingers. Her solid, almost conical young girl's breasts were full and swollen, small though they were, now pointing their nipples at him like accusing fingers in their wanton heaviness, challenging him to enjoy them.
Charlie was now totally undressed, the nasty grin on his face widening. He approached the lovely auburn-haired girl, kneeling beside her on the sofa. His hands reached out and cupped the swells of her mammary convexities, massaging them lightly, his palms moving in such a way, Adele waited for him to intensify the pressure. Spears of wanton delight pierced her trembling breast as his hands rubbed her tantalizing nipples. The lovely girl sighed, shivering with a new salacity because of the tantalizing way he kept her nipples at peak hardness. Something, she didn't know what, was loose inside her, turning her into some kind of wanton demon, and that something was increasing with every passing moment, increasing the sensations building within her. Everything taking place seemed so much stronger than when she had been touched the previous afternoon. Every sensation was a new high in pleasurable feeling.
Charlie smiled a definitely knowing smile. He was fully aware of the flames burning their insatiable way through the trembling girl's helpless body. God! She had a fantastic body, all right, lovely, warm, delicate, gentle, superbly shaped, with a firm outer casing of soft flesh that had no stretch marks.
The aphrodisiac that had been in the pancake syrup used by Adele was only no beginning to really build in intensity. It meant Charlie would be able to use her body as he wished, and not only would she let him, but she would help him.
Marsha grinned to herself, then smiled at Manny, who was an interested spectator. This time, when Charlie was through with Adele, Manny would be the one to fuck Marsha.
At the moment, Marsha was seated in one of the chairs, hugging her bare knees to her full, naked breasts, She smiled a lasciviously wide smile, very pleased everything was going so well. First, the successful robbery, and now the successful seduction of another so called innocent female. Right now she would settle for watching Charlie take the cherry of the lovely girl on the sofa. If his cock was up to it, she might have him initiate her asshole, as well. Then
Manny would make Marsha happy.
By the time Marsha finally approached Adele again, probably later in the afternoon, the young girl would be more than willing to respond to Marsha's softer, gentler ways. The dregs of the drug would remain in Adele's system for at least forty-eight hours, assuring Marsha of the auburn-haired girl's cooperation for as long as they remained.
Charlie was a grinning devil, fully aware of the repression still buried deep inside the trembling young girl. He was just as aware that the aphrodisiac was slowly but surely continuing to build the wanton desire in the helpless female, and soon her instincts would totally overwhelm the last of her inhibitions. The sexuality buried in the depths of her shuddering body was now slowly surfacing for the first time, like a gigantic leviathan suddenly released from a prison at the bottom of the Pacific.
The aphrodisiac touched the helpless girl's brain as well as her tantalizing body. Her entire being was concentrating itself in becoming attached to the ugly man who was lying on the sofa beside her. She lifted herself by her elbows, stirred by the arousing sight of his naked body. His strong, well-manicured masculine hands now slid from the upstanding roundnesses of her flesh mounds, slowly running up and down the rest of her shuddering torso, inflaming her all the more in every place he managed to touch her.
Reaching for Charlie, Adele surrounded his neck with her entwining arms, her hands pressing on his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his shoulder blades, cutting into the hardness of his resisting masculine flesh. She was aware of his chest lowering itself, pressing relentlessly against the peaks of her twin towers of flesh, and she shivered as one of his small, masculine nipples massaged against one of her even more sensitive feminine nubbins.
Charlie was alive to the tingling sensations in him caused by the dragging of her fingernails across his back, slicing into him. Her hands came up and rubbed the nape of his neck, and she flung her head back, her Italian bobbed hair whipping wildly from side to side as finally lost its neatness. The way it stood out from her head made her look like some kind of wild woman, and at the moment, that was precisely the way she felt.
Charlie let his eyes linger on the exquisite whiteness of her slender arms, her supple, girlish waistline, and then his gaze traveled back up to the marvelously sloped shoulders supporting her lovely contoured breasts. Her nipples were more swollen than ever before, the pinkness turning to red as they resembled overheated coals blazing as a result of being heated by his hungry stare His eyes were those of a hungry lynx as he ached to devour her.
Here was a young girl whose body was most definitely symmetrically beautiful. Considering how young she looked, Charlie was amazed she didn't retain some of her baby fat. Her body was so sweet, so young, so virginally helpless, and in so much need of what he had to offer. God! She looked fabulous! Not one ounce of excess flesh. Charlie wasn't able to remember when he'd had a woman who looked this spectacular, if ever. There was a certain hardness to her firm shape, the result of constant exercising on her part.
Adele was all aquiver with arousal. Her fingernails were cutting all the more deeply into the man's hard flesh, trying to caress and cling to his body all at the same time.
His strong arms went around her as he held her heatedly to him, pressing her lithe nakedness to his own body, writhing against her and making her cunt squirm against the staff of his cock. His burning lips kissed her helpless throat, pressing blistering lips searingly against her white flesh. His mouth moved lower and kissed her swollen breasts, as well. like a starving flesh-eating animal his hungry mouth hurriedly covered her lovely shoulders and her neck, lightly licking while attempting to increase the beautiful girl's own inner passion well beyond its present point. Her sweet, spearmint-tasting flesh, scented with the same soap Marsh had used, made him lick her as if she were a candy cane as his fingers continued dancing over her smooth white skin, the knowing connoisseur seeking the finest parts of her tantalizing body.
His hands danced their way down the flat surface of her soft belly, pausing only once to caress the shuddering little pucker of her dimpled navel before dipping lower and entangling itself in the auburn sparseness of her curls. The lovely triangle of light public hair was no longer a distant shadow but now sweet reality to his expertly manipulating fingers. The silkiness of her pelvic hairs was a distinct pleasure to touch. Not that the wiry hairs on Marsha's pelvis actually felt like Brillo, but they were not nearly as gossamer, in no way comparing to the web-like strands covering the lovely Adele's venereal mount. Charlie was unable to remember when he had ever touched pubic hair this silken and fine. Merely feeling it caused his blood to pound maddeningly in his temples as he felt his heavy penis madly twitching in time to the pulses throbbing throughout his body.
When he finally pressed his lower body all the more firmly against that of the lovely girl, Adele found herself gasping for more as she became aware of how thick his mighty member really was. When he lifted himself to adjust his body a bit, she was able to catch a glance of it against her body, and for the first time she was able to appreciate the immense length and breadth of the organ. Her eyes glanced down at it, shuddering to think so enormous an object would shortly be forcing her virginal labia apart as it pushed into her narrow feminine interstice and sundered her hymen before ramming its way into the deepest part of her girlish chalice.
Still, Marsha had not only been able to accept such a powering prod, but she had welcomed it. Adele had seen with her own eyes how Marsha had absorbed the full length of the organ.
Before she realized what was happening, Adele became aware of Charlie surrounding her slender thighs with his hard, masculine loins, straddling her vulnerable nudity while staring down at her the way a stud stallion might ogle a prize mare. The man very slowly once again lowered himself on top of her, letting his lips kiss her sweet throat and then her breasts. Tingling static was wildly buzzing through her entire torso as the man's flat tongue licked strongly at her right nipple first, and then her left. His hungering lips kissed their way around one small breast, and then the other, savoring the girl as if she were some rare and tasty delicacy.
His tongue began licking lower, tracing wet lines across the hardness of her flat belly, licking into the sparse nest of auburn hair on her pelvic mount. Finally his face sank between her tantalizing thighs as she eagerly separated them, welcoming the pressure of his oral digit, feeling it blaze a trail through her nest of light hair as it moved down to her upstanding, vibrating clitoris, sliding over it and into the sweet stickiness of her girlish split.
Adele's fingers released Charlie's back for the moment and began pressing all the more solidly on the thick, dark hair on his head. She pushed his face deeper into the narrow valley of her engulfing sex. She twined strands of his gray hair around her fingers as she tugged his hungering tongue into the sucking depths of her tantalizingly moist, soft, womanly cleft. The madly eager needs burning through her continued to intensify to greater heights than ever, as she sought the ultimate joy while the man's seeking tongue probed for the button-like clitoris, making her youthful, inexperienced body shudder and tremble that much more as overpowering delight lanced into her from all directions at once.
Adele's hands were all but tearing at the man's head, trying to rip out his hair as she tugged on it again and again. But Charlie continued slurping the knifing lance of his tongue into her, not once breaking the spearing rhythm of the lingual organ, stabbing it as deeply into her womanly incision as he was able, stretching it so far, he thought it might be torn from his mouth by its roots by the tightly grasping pressure of her seething cuntwalls.
"Oh, dear God in heaven above!" Adele cried out. Then, in Italian, she gasped, "Gesu! Sio mio!"
She loves it, Marsha thought. Yes, she loves it even more than I had originally suspected. She's going to become a prime object of my own personal affection.
"Suck my cunt!" Adele was screaming, no longer worried about words she was using. "Suck me! Suck me! Suck my pussy! Eat every bit of it! Use that tongue and don't stop!"
Adele's slender loins were stretched as wide as possible as she strained to open them even more. There was no need for Charlie's strong hands to clamp down on them and hold them apart as the girl strained to force them even wider apart.
All the while Manny stared, drooling, knowing his own turn with her would come, either later today or tomorrow. God! She was one sexy piece, and she knew how to wildly react.
Marsha smiled to herself, inwardly laughing, knowing she had once again won on all counts. She was the kind of woman who would always win when it come to battling what she referred to as imitation purity. The so-called evil in her was merely the natural enhancement of feeling all women felt when aroused. All she had done was bring these feelings to the fore in Adele, making her aware of her true, innate sensuality. She had done this with the other women she had used with Charlie and Manny.
She glared, her eyes bright with satisfaction for the moment as Charlie's hungry mouth clamped itself tightly against the lovely girl's saturated slash. His lips and tongue tasted the tangy saltiness of uncontrolled and wanton desire as her lubricating oils all but poured from her strongly pulsating vagina. He licked swiftly, hungrily, sucking every last little drop of lubricant from her, and when he discovered she was lubricating faster than he was able to swallow he knew she was definitely ready.
Pulling his spear-like tongue back into his own mouth for the moment, Charlie lifted his drenched face from between Adele's palpitating thighs, and the young girl was very much aware of an emptiness where moments before there had been interminable tingles of utter delight. As a result, Adele almost turned into a raging animal, spurred on by the aphrodisiac now burning at full strength in her blood vessels. The fantastic thrill of what he had done with his tongue now seemed to crawl away from her like an outgoing tide.
The room's cool air tickled the wet tip of Charlie's hard and rubbery waving penis. It was coated with a heavy oiliness of his own sticky-slick secretions, making the wand of flesh glisten all the more with its own inner sheen. He began moving slowly higher on her tantalizing body, letting his penile extension rub against her lower thighs, and he felt her sigh with anticipation.
Adele wrapped her slender arms tightly around his solid frame, and when he lowered his mouth, she mashed her lips to his, tasting the flavor of her own steaming cunt coming from his mouth as his lashing tongue probed into the deepest part of her own oral cave of love. Adele clasped her slender frame that much more firmly to the body of Charlie, clinging tightly to him, aware of the strength in his hairy chest as it crushed against the roundnesses of her own breasts, pushing them back into her body. Each movement of his caused a new delight to build in the depths of her. His flat belly pressed strongly against hers and the hairs of his thighs tickled her smoothly slender white skin. Now that he was pressed against her, his thighs between hers, she slowly closed them around him, locking him against her.
Charlie gripped the lovely girl's right hand and slowly began guiding it down between their bodies, and he forced her to wrap her slender fingers around the thickness of his pulsating prick. Adele had not expected the organ to feel so hard. It was as if the man had grown some kind of bone in there.
"Hold it tightly," Charlie whispered, hungrily kissing her mouth again, using the tip of his tongue to inject more of her vaginal taste into her mouth.
She held the cock loosely for a moment, then very slowly began squeezing, enjoying to the utmost the way it quivered in her hand. She felt it trying to pull away and gripped it that much more tightly, enjoying the heavy throbbing sensations.
"W-what do I do now?" Adele asked, aching to learn more.
Yes, she was definitely an inexperienced bitch, and Marsha smirked. What a pleasure to teach them, she thought.
Kneeling to the wooden floor, Marsha moved to the head of the sofa and lightly whispered into Adele's waiting ear, "Now is the time for you to ease it into you, love." Then she hurriedly moved to where she had a close-up view of Adele's clutching hand guiding the heavy penis toward her aching hole. This was a pleasure in its purest and most enjoyable form. Next to being fucked herself, Marsha loved nothing more than to watch the innocence of another sweet-looking girl being torn out of her.
Adele was surprised at the lack of difficulty she had in finding the small, well-lubed entrance to her vagina. Though she had never known any kind of sexual contact with a man before, her pulsing little hole was quivering with anticipation, anxious to finally receive the monstrous pole she was fervidly gripping in her hand. This was the fire hose that would quench the flames of lust inside her.
"Now!" Charlie instructed. "Just go ahead and tuck the tip inside you!" His breath whispered in her ear, making her writhe, lifting her to the next plane of ecstasy.
Straining, the lovely girl pressed the wedge-shaped point of the penis into the narrow opening, feeling her labia widen a little. She shoved it against her with all the avidity of a starving lioness swallowing fresh meat. Little by little she slipped the immense and pulsing telephone pole deeper between her sucking inner lips, and they opened all the wider to ingest the rigid python. It was as if her inner flesh had fingers that beckoned the penis even more deeply into her, and once the meaty point had begun its entrance, her interior dilated even more as her membranes clung to the enjoyment of his spongy flesh. Now as he pushed, her vaginal interior enlarged to make room for the mighty mass of invading cock. The solid rod slammed forward, easing ever deeper into the unexplored confines of the bubbling strait it was invading. It was stopped very suddenly, blocked from further entry by the virginal barrier of Adele's elastic hymen. Charlie pushed his penis forward a little more, expecting an elastic yielding that would eventually snap. Instead he found the tissue, for some unexplainable reason, dry, unyielding, and tough.
He held the tip of cock solidly pressed against her hymeneal barrier for a moment, then slid back, cocking his hips to gain momentum. Taking a deep breath, he forced the mighty piston forward, intent on breaking through the restraining hymen on the first plunge.
Adele moaned, feeling a mixture of wanton need mingling with the first hints of truly agonizing pain. The pleasure had been so overpowering until now, she had ignored the hurt. But as the pleasure intensified, so did the agony until she felt she probably would be unable to feel one without the other. She shuddered with torment as his cock-head bounced off her hymeneal wall, the membrane intent on resisting.
"Do it, do it, do it!" Marsha muttered, staring, seeing no blood on the solid length of his masculine poker as it slid back, preparing itself for another head-on thrust.
This time the lunge was slow, hard, and forceful. But the man's rubbery cock-head once again met with resistance, bouncing off the barrier that was determined to resist. He drew back and rammed forward with even greater force, but it was to no avail. The hymen refused to surrender.
"No goddamn cherry's gonna get the better of me," Charlie muttered, and he began slamming his ponderous prick into the slick tunnel of the helpless girl with the power and speed of a locomotive. Again, again, again, again, and again he drove determinedly forward.
"Yyyyyaaaannnnnngggghhhhh!" the helpless girl screamed, still in agonized torment, yet somehow or other actually feeling a masochistic pleasure as the moving pump continued forcefully slamming into her.
Oh, God! There was pain the like of which she had never before imagined, but it was so totally overpowered by the rapturous enchantment of being filled with that magnificent cock as it slid back and forth in her now well-oiled womanly channel, Adele was able to bear up under the horrifying hurt.
Charlie slammed in all the harder, but in spite of his continued driving thrusts, there seemed to be no way to go deeper. His huge, solid, mucous-soaked phallus continued butting it's rubbery head solidly against a thin membrane as unyielding as any brick wall.
For the moment Adele was too frightened to move her own hips, horrified the pleasure would recede and the pain would intensify that much more. She wanted to match his movements, but now aware that if she did manage to counter his thrusts into her teeming tunnel, lifting her loins to meet his downward drives, the cherry would pop that much sooner, and the pain would finally be brought under control. The sooner the pain ended, the more intense her enjoyment would be.
Her body was awash with perspiration, and she found herself breathing in quiet gasps as Charlie, disgusted, stopped for a moment. Then he took a deep breath and slammed his mighty javelin of hard cock into her with all his strength, feeling the head move the littlest bit deeper. It beat solidly and relentlessly against the membrane. She was aware of his swinging balls continually beating at her perineum like a pair of wrecking weights
Now, at last, the membrane was first beginning to stretch somewhat. Charlie was able to feel the immovable barrier finally starting to stretch a little. He beat at it with his cock repeatedly, intent on stretching it more, His powerful prick pushed harder and harder, sinking a little deeper with every thrust. The barrier remained, but it was definitely stretching inward.
Adele was aware of it now, as well. The pleasure she was feeling was magnified all the more as the head of his throbbing cock expanded even more and rubbed her vaginal walls, massaging them, making her inner nerve ends tingle. Her resisting maidenhead caused a stinging sensation, but because the felicitous bliss was overpowering, Adele accepted the agony as a part of it all, thinking it was probably necessary for her to feel such pain every time.
The hard cock was a long, lunging lance as it stabbed even deeper into her helpless belly. It was an instrument of unrelenting pleasure as well as an engine of intrusion, and it finally built the rapture in Adele to such a high point, she was no longer able to merely lie there passively.
Now she began responding to his forward thrusts without realizing she was moving. She started lifting the center of her helpless body, countering his attacks with continuing upward thrusts on her own. Her hands were around his back very tightly, her nails digging into his flesh as she pressed him against her. She was aware of the muscles rippling in his back, moving under her pressing fingers as his loins continued powering the unrestrained length of his fleshy truncheon ever deeper into her roiling tunnel. Each spear-like thrust enlarged and thinned the tender barrier that much more, pressuring it to surrender.
Adele realized hers had been a stubborn virtue in more ways than one. It was as if some higher power had tried helping her to keep her purity, but it had failed.
Then, just like that, the sword of his cock slid through, ripping the hymen totally apart into just so many shreds. For one short instant the agony finally got through the delight the helpless girl was feeling, and then it instantly began to fade. For a brief instant her face helplessly contorted, then Marsha felt her triumph was complete. Adele's features had become a study in agony as her eyes teared and she cried for the loss of her innocence.
Then the mighty, powerful pole jammed its way into the center of her open hole, a burningly solid mass, forcing the closed-together walls of her narrow inner cunt apart like some forceful pry bar. It continued traveling deeper and deeper, and Adele felt as if a great diesel-powered engine was speeding madly through the hollow of her thrilled vaginal cell, moving so swiftly it would run right through her churning belly into her throat and eventually make her choke to death.
The narrow vaginal well of her interior began enlarging, increasing in width in order to be able to comfortably contain the entire breadth of the long, hard, straight elk horn that was goring her so deliciously. For the first time, Adele began to realize the true purpose of her vagina, and in doing so, became aware of all the flesh, tissue, and muscle inside. So now she began squeezing, contracting those inner muscles, crushing Charlie's ponderous penis within the fiery center of her tightly squeezing vaginal crusher. She was determined to enjoy all this to the utmost. Her hips were bouncing insanely against the sofa cushions as though signaling the fact that she was reaching for another of those unattainable orgasms.
Marsha stared, wide-eyed, as the two bodies on the couch continued insanely pounding against one another, flat male stomach slapping against soft, flat female belly, slamming violently against each other as if they were sex-crazed rabbits. There was no longer any hint of pain for Adele. All she knew at the moment was the purity of the sensuality she felt as the solid shank moved quickly, oiled by the heavy liquid of her lasciviousness, plus the added lubricity of his own seeping penis. All this was added to her virginal blood, coating the pounding piston and assuring her of complete inner slickness.
They gasped and sighed, letting both Manny and Marsha know how overjoyed they were in what they were feeling for the moment. Marsha was inwardly laughing. Another "Vera" had been made to pay for what she had suffered so many years earlier.
Even so, this had been one particular bitch who had proven somewhat more difficult than most of the others, though the others hadn't been that virginal. Most of them had merely looked innocent. Perhaps it was the idea that Adele was truly an innocent that caused her feelings to seethe anew. Marsha was not yet satisfied, not at all. She wanted to totally and thoroughly degrade this difficult little tramp.
How dare Adele argue with her earlier and give her a hard time? How dare she fail to kiss Marsha's cunt when that was what Marsha ached to feel?
No! Marsha wasn't through with her, not by a long shot. For now, let her-have her climax. Let her have a multitude of orgasms if she was capable of attaining them. Let her become completely addicted to sex, and when she finally walked out of here, she would no longer be thinking in terms of purity and waiting for Mr. Right.
"Fuck me!" Adele was screaming at Charlie as she moved her loins more and more rapidly. "Fuck me ha-rrderrrrr...keep on fuckinnnng meeee...damn you...damn you...II-IIII-II'M-M-M-M-MMM...COM-M-M-M-M-IIINNNN-N-N-G-G-G-G-H-HH-H!"
Come she did, completely and violently. She came so hard she almost squeezed Charlie's thrusting cock right out of her, the two of them wildly writhing and twisting on the sofa.
The huge cock had completely stopped up every bit of her inner tunnel. It completely blocked every last bit of space, touching everything inside her, reaching everywhere within her. At the moment, Adele was experiencing a climax that had twice the power of the one she had enjoyed the previous late afternoon. One, then another, then another, and yet another. The orgasms kept coming, one on top of the other, never permitting her inner feelings an opportunity to recede. She continued climaxing repeatedly, her senses completely lost. There was no right or wrong. There was no immorality when it came to sex. Nor was there evil.
There was only this feeling of rapture, and rapture was everything. This was the start of this was the finish; the be-all and the end-all; the one, the only, the sole total sum of what life was all about. It was the sublime reason for existence. This was the creation of life, the sustaining of life, and the utter completion of life.
Every fiber of her inner being was completely caught up in the overwhelming totality of the fucking she was enjoying. There seemed no end to the continuing quantity of overpowering orgasms, Charlie knew he was ready for his own orgasm. God! Was he ever ready. This virgin cunt seemed to grip his cock and massage it more strongly than anything he had ever known before. How he had managed to hold off until now was something that had him baffled. The semen was about to start its climb toward his penis when Marsha shouted, "Did you come yet, Charlie?"
"Not yet," he gasped, still violently pumping away, aching to fill her void with his sperm.
"We don't want our sweet little former virgin to become pregnant because of her indiscretions with us," Marsh insisted. "I mean, you really don't want her to have any little bastards, do you? Pull out!"
It was a difficult thing to do under the circumstances, but Charlie had become so accustomed to taking orders from Marsha, against his better judgment, he yanked his cock from the squeezing clinginess of Adele's pussy.
"What the hell am I supposed to do now?" he wanted to know, staring down at the full length of his throbbing, blood-stained penis as it waved ponderously from side to side, looking all the more like a great spar belonging on the prow of a wooden ship.
"Turn her over and shove the full length of it up her ass," Marsha muttered, maliciously smiling. "After all, she did agree she would do anything we wanted from now on."
Adele was in a paradise all her own at the moment. Her mind was completely closed to what the two of them were discussing, not caring about anything other than what she was feeling. Even the withdrawal of Charlie's hard, long cock seemed to go unnoticed for the moment by the lovely girl.