Chapter 4
Meeting Marna Johnson was one of the most electrifying experiences of Jennifer's life. It began innocently enough. The day after Jennifer's experience in the park, Gilly introduced Jennifer to Marna and her roommate, Grace Roberts, in the cafeteria.
Even then, Marna gave evidence of her possibilities. She was a tall, blonde girl; almost of Amazonian size but perfectly proportioned. An oversized sex symbol was the way Gilly described her, and Jennifer agreed. The long, beautifully rounded legs. Breasts no bra in the world could really imprison. The tell-tale bulge of generously proportioned mons Veneris that bulged against the front of her skirt. "Bigger than most cocks you see at Farnwell," Gilly had matter-of-factly described it That was the first meeting. But that night when Gilly and Jennifer were ready for bed, Jennifer heard a sound coming from the apartment next door. Gilly heard it also.
"Oh oh, Grace is getting it. Come here and listen."
With no apology whatever to decency, Gilly put her ear to the wall. Jennifer would have hesitated to do this, but so long as it seemed to be the custom, she pressed her ear against the panel also.
The first thing she heard was Mama's strident voice.
"Hold still, you little bitch!" Grace's reply came quickly. "No! Please! I'm sore from last night. I can't take it."
"You can take it. What you need is a little discipline, young lady."
The conversation lapsed into sounds of a struggle. Grunts of exertion Jennifer attributed to Marna. Whimpers and whines of objection from little Grace.
They were opposites in both color and size. Grace was small and dark, with the kind of complexion that looked eternally tanned.
"All right," Jennifer heard Mama snarl. "Do you want me to beat the shit out of you first?"
"No! No!" Grace pleaded.
Then there was the sound of flesh hitting flesh sharply, and Jennifer whispered, "Gilly! She's beating her up! Shouldn't we do something?"
With a grin of excitement which Jennifer saw as somewhat wolfish, Gilly shook her head.
"Uh-uh. Leave them alone. Grace likes it. Marna isn't beating her up. She's whaling her ass with that big hand of hers. But Gracie gets her lacks that way. Why do you suppose they room together?"
"This-this is all so new to me," Jennifer marveled.
The slapping ceased and again, Mama's harsh voice.
"All right Are you ready to tip your ass up and pucker your cunt for action?"
A whimper signified that Grace was indeed ready, and Jennifer said, "I don't understand. Why does Grace make all that fuss against getting sucked off?"
"Sucked off? Hardly. Listen."
There were more sounds of struggle but less violent now. Grace's whimpers could still be heard.
Then Mama grated, "Ok, here goes, you little bitch!"
There was a scream of protest, but muted in a way that made Jennifer look questioningly at Gilly.
Gilly's grin was really wolfish now. She explained, "Mama pushed her face into a pillow so people can't hear her scream."
"Scream from what?"
"From getting it rammed into her with Mama's whole weight on top."
"You don't make sense. You sound as though Mama were a man."
"She'll do till one comes along."
The dominating sounds were now the faster slap of flesh on flesh and rhythmic grunts of exertion that had to come from Mama. They were interspersed with an occasional, "Ouch! Oh- Owwwwl" from the muffled Gracie.
Mama signaled the end of the incident by growling, "There! Maybe that'll teach you to behave."
"What did Gracie do?" Jennifer asked Gilly. Gilly shrugged. "Nothing. Or maybe some little thing. It was just time, that's all, so Gracie gave her the excuse."
"This is fantastic," Jennifer muttered.
There was time for no more conversation because at that moment, Gracie entered through the door that joined the two kitchenettes.
Gracie was a sight. She was completely and casually naked. Her hair looked like a fright wig. Her eyes were red, and her face was tear-streaked. Her pubic hair, where it was close to her crotch, was also wet and matted. White fluid ran lazily down her thighs.
Gracie, her mind on her troubles, was totally without embarrassment.
"That big bitch!" she whimpered. "I'll kill her. Someday I swear I'll kill her."
Gilly was staring in fascination, and Jennifer got the impression that she envied Marna her role as tormentor.
"She really gave it to you, huh?"
"Did she!" Gracie pouted. "She rammed that thing up me until I could taste it. Then she let "But not until you let go."
"All right. So I came. But I'm certainly entitled to some compensation for what I take from her."
Gilly winked at Jennifer as Grace spread her legs, squatted slightly, and caressed her abused womanhood.
"Marna was really winging, huh?" Gilly marveled.
There was no time for an answer because Marna herself appeared in the doorway at that moment.
The effect was electric. Jennifer gasped. Never in her life had she seen such an exciting figure. Her thought was of some Norse goddess, gloriously naked, wildly animal, and completely unfettered.
But the greatest shock was from what Marna wore strapped across her thighs; a huge, flesh colored, artificial penis. It jutted out from her crotch a full, thick six inches, and Jennifer's sexual channel tightened instinctively at the thought of taking that monstrosity.
"Was someone calling my name?" Marna asked.
Jennifer continued to stare at her, realizing one thing above all.
Here was a take-charge girl.
Marna moved into the room, and Grace cringed down in the chair she was now occupying.
"Leave me alone, you big bitch!"
Marna frowned, but good-naturedly. "She's always that way," she explained in motherly fashion. "Always, after she blows her cunt, there's no living with her." Obviously, Marna had had a fine time. She'd enjoyed it immensely.
But Jennifer was due for another revelation. Marna crossed to Grace's chair and stood in front of it with her belly jutting out. The artificial penis was one of the most life-like artifacts Jennifer had ever seen. It was complete with scrotum and scraggly artificial hair.
Reaching down and pushing the rubber organ closer to the cowering Grace, Marna said, "You didn't get it all, baby," and squeezed the scrotum. White fluid, thick and turgid, shot from the tip of the instrument and splashed on Grace's belly.
Jennifer was staring, mouth agape. "What is it-milk?"
Marna returned an indignant glare, "Milk? Like hell! Only the best for my baby. That's cream, angel. Pure, grade-A cream. Not even half-and-half. The genuine article."
Then she threw back her head and gave out with a full-throat laugh that shook the furniture and reflected her fantastic animal joy at being alive. It was the only way Jennifer could describe it.
Marna unbuckled the artificial penis and dropped it into a chair. With a sigh of relief, she spread her legs, half-squatted, and rubbed her crotch exactly like a woman who had just taken off a tight corset.
"Ah! It feels good getting that thing off."
A sudden thought struck her, and she turned her piercing blue eyes on Jennifer, who was sitting with her legs curled under her on the bed. Marna pointed a quick finger with the same jutting force as the artificial penis had symbolized.
"Gilly told me you got caught on the mall and shaved."
Jennifer could only nod.
"Let's see."
Suiting action to words, Marna came to the bed, grasped Jennifer's legs firmly, and pulled her down on her back. Without asking for permission or even saying, "Pardon me," she pushed Jennifer's legs apart, pointed her feet toward the ceiling and stared down into her crotch.
"You're right! It is. Shaved."
"Please," Jennifer said weakly.
But she was ignored. Acting as though Jennifer were a chair or a table to be inspected, Marna spoke to Gilly. With her undivided attention on Jennifer's womanhood, she said, "Here, hold her legs back."
Gilly obeyed automatically, catching Jennifer's ankles and holding them in the splayed position. Marna, it seemed, was a person everyone automatically obeyed.
Marna now began giving total attention to Jennifer's vagina. She ran a finger along the naked lips.
"Those bastards," she growled. "Doing this to a girl. They sure got every hair."
Mama's questing finger went lower, to run lightly around the tight sphincter muscle. Then up again around the whole circumference of the naked vagina.
"God! A shaved cunt is an ugly thing!"
Jennifer was about to protest the observation, but then she realized it was not an insult Mama spoke with total impersonality.
Now both Mama and Gilly were staring objectively down into Jennifer's crotch. Jennifer lay there, gripped in a sense of unreality. This wasn't happening! It was a dream. It couldn't be happening.
Jennifer felt Mama's finger again. Mama, speaking to Gilly, ignoring Jennifer as though she'd gone out for coffee and left her body there, said, "That's going to itch like hell when it starts growing. The stubble, I mean."
There was movement that caught Mama's attention. She turned her head and saw Grace slipping quietly toward the door.
"Sit down, you," Marna snapped. "I'm not through with you yet."
Becoming slowly used to Mama's dominating personality, Jennifer still marveled at the way Grace obeyed, returning quickly to the chair to cower as before.
"Somebody really ought to nut those guys," Marna said, and turned away from her inspection. With this signal that it had been completed, Gilly released Jennifer's ankles, and Jennifer was allowed to resume her curled-up position.
Mama's lovely face was knotted into a meditative frown as she went to the big overstuffed chair near the bed and sprawled out in it.
"You say you didn't see any of their faces?"
"No," Jennifer replied. "They kept flashing lights in my eyes."
"Was it one guy or three?"
"There were three," Gilly cut in. "I told you."
"What I meant was did one guy do all the honors-put his cock in your mouth-fuck you-and then shave your pussy?"
"No, I think the three of them participated."
Mama was still frowning and now seemed to be grumbling to herself.
"The damndest thing I ever heard of. So some guy gets hot nuts and wants to be sucked so he grabs a girl. Or he needs a fuck so bad he's willing to rape her. But then to cut the hair off her cunt That's as dirty a trick as I can think of."
"They seemed to enjoy-"
Jennifer stopped in mid-sentence. This was the night for revelation upon revelation-shock upon shock.
She stared as Marna, with a grunt of animal contentment, pushed her shoulders far down against the back of the chair, pulled her legs up and spread them wide.
"Ok, baby," she said casually to Grace. "Get to work."
Then, as if knowing her order would be automatically obeyed, she turned her mind back to Jennifer's problem.
"You say they called one of their group Lee?"
"Yes," Jennifer replied, but was scarcely aware of having answered. Instead, she was talking to herself in dumbfounded fashion: My god! That cunt! When it opens, it's like a shiny pink dinner plate. And the hair! Her cunt hair is lovely! As thick as a gorgeous yellow muff. If they shaved her, it would take all afternoon!
Jennifer felt a giggle rising and strove to smother it: Lord! A week ago, I would have been horrified at even the suggestion of such things as this. Now I'm looking into another girl's open pussy and getting a bang out of it. Maybe I'm a lesbian. At least, I'm ac/dc. I'm sure of that.
Grace had obediently started licking Mama's big private. As she knelt between two beautiful thighs, Marna reached out and casually caressed her head.
"There are any number of Lees in the company," she mused. "At least, there must be several. But the other names-I think I know one of them- Lola Novarro." Mama looked at Gilly.
"Isn't she that hot-assed Latin bitch in computers? She's a programmer, isn't she?"
"I think you're right."
Mama laughed. "If that high-nosed snob is walking around with a shaved gash, she's got it coming. I'd sure like to see her with a cock in her mouth up to the balls."
"Do you think we can find out if she's the right one?" Gilly asked.
"Ill find out if I have to pull her pants down and look."
Jennifer said, "But suppose she is the one? She wouldn't know any more about those men than I do."
"Maybe not, but we've got to start somewhere."
Meanwhile, Grace was doing her job, though totally ignored by Marna. She evidently knew exactly how Marna liked it, Jennifer thought. Like a hungry kitten, she was licking every inch of the wet, pink surface, avoiding Mama's big, prominent clitoris.
"Lower, sweetie," Mama said absently, and Grace went quickly to the darker flesh of the waiting sphincter.
"A stiff tongue, darling," Marna murmured.
Immediately, Grace stiffened her tongue and thrust in.
"We can't let them get away with it," Mama stated grimly. 'How many girls do you think they've shaved"
"I haven't the least idea."
"And that sample of pussy hair they took. That has me curious as hell. We've got to find out."
Jennifer, drawn by curiosity, had picked up the artificial penis. She studied it thoughtfully, then looked speculatively at the kneeling Grace.
Mama caught the look, divined Jennifer's train of thought, and laughed.
"You figure my little lover's too small in the crotch to take that cock?"
Jennifer reddened in spite of herself.
Mama, grinning happily, said, "You heard the old one about a Japanese chauffeur taking his drunken mistress home, haven't you?"
"I don't think so."
He put her to bed and the next morning she woke up and muttered, 'God! Was I tight!' The chauffeur, doubling as house boy, had just brought her breakfast. He smiled and said, 'First time, tight. Then looser and looser. Sixth time, loose as goose.'"
Marna threw her head back and caressed Grace's dark curls as she roared with laughter at her own joke.
"That's how it's been with us, hasn't it, lover? First time tight as hell. Your howls were for real then. But now-well, just about the biggest pussy in the complex."
As she looked down at her little slave, "We really stretched it, didn't we, love?"
Waiting for sleep to come that night, Jennifer puzzled over Marna. She'd never met a person even remotely like her.
Mama appeared to be the epitome of casual cruelty. Yet, was she being cruel to little Grace? Grace could have left if she'd wanted to. And is it being cruel to a person when they welcome the cruelty?
Jennifer pondered the problem: What we heard through the wall-Grace howling into the pillow when Mama gave it to her with the rubber penis-that must have been put on.
But what about earlier? When Mama rammed the big thing up her little cunt the first time? That must have really hurt, and I can't see Mama as being gentle about anything. What about that? Did Grace get a kick out of being really reamed out?
Jennifer drifted off to sleep still wondering.