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CHAPTER FIVE

His latest words were absorbed silently by Rona, who was almost numb at the thought of doing what this man wanted her to do. She watched him puffing on his cigar, and she supposed he expected her to suck on his… she wasn't able to bring herself to say the word… in the same way as he was smoking his cigar. Her eyes stared at him with emptiness, a trace of inner bitterness crossing the fullness of her rich, red, thin lips. He wanted her to disrobe. Well what the hell did it matter now? He had her totally in his power – totally and completely. Unless this was one of the tests God had sent. No one ever had a smooth road, and yes, it made sense for her to think that this might indeed by a holy test, and in performing what this man asked, she might eventually prove her worthiness to again continue the good work she believed she had been doing prior to her arrest. All prophets and worthwhile people had stumbling blocks. Moses, Jesus, Mohammed, Ghandi, Martin Luther King – all of them.

Or perhaps this was a punishment being visited on her by the Almighty for being indiscreet in the way she had gone about her work. Had not God punished Moses for smiting the rock when he was supposed to have merely spoken to it to have it bring forth water? All right, she would accept it, whether it was a test or punishment, and she would prove how well she would undertake this punishment.

"All right," she said aloud, her voice sounding properly dull. "I'll do whatever you tell me to do."

"Excellent!" Al nodded. "I see this is more than just a TV room. I notice you've some fine stereo equipment here, as well," he smiled, shocking her by suddenly starting to remove his clothing then and there.

"Yes!" she nodded.

With Rona in front of him, Al nakedly padded over to the stereo console, looking at all the expensive equipment. There had to be between ten and twenty-thousand dollars worth of stereo playback equipment there. He ran his hands through the racks of records that popped out when the right button was pressed on the console, and he found what he was looking for.

"This," he told Rona. "Put it on the turntable," he said, pointing to an old Rek-o-Kut turntable, which had to have been the finest turntable ever made. The company was no longer in business, which made the turntable a collector's item.

She put the record on. It was an album of striptease music, and the sound came through the huge Stentorian speakers, filling the theater-like room.

Al walked back to the sofa, but stood near it, putting his cigar in a nearby ashtray, keeping his body between Rona and the locked door of the room.

"Now," he said, "keep time with the music and take it off, take it all off!"

Obediently, her courage coming from the belief that this was either a just punishment or a test, Rona slowly, in time to the music, undid her negligee, stepped out of it, and draped it on one of the other sofas. Then she removed her nightgown revealing she had nothing at all on underneath.

Al had to admit she had one stunning body. Her legs were a little thin, but the rest of her was gorgeous. She had nice, full breasts which, in spite of her age, had not yet started to sag. The tan nipples and tan areola were centered perfectly, both of them dancing with Rona's body movements as if suspended by invisible wires. Her pubic hair was bountiful, but trimmed very neatly. Al wasn't the least bit ashamed to ogle her and enjoy the sight of her.

"Now," he said, "to make you understand that in the eyes of the Creator, anyway, you're no better than the lowest whore, I want you to keep time with that music and start swinging your body as you walk around the room."

"What do you mean?" Rona asked.

"I mean, make like a whore. Pretend you're trying to sell that body to me," he smiled, his hand reaching down, the fingers lightly tapping the top of a telephone receiver.

"I can't do anything like that," Rona said, aghast at his suggestion.

"You sure as hell can," Al nodded. "Come on, do it, honey. You have a lovely body. Pretend you're a slave at an auction and you want me to buy you. Come on, you can do it!"

Rona felt her face reddening with shame. This man was truly demeaning her in every way possible. He wasn't trying to spare her any kind of humiliation. As far as she was concerned, this man had to have a sick mind to make her do such horrible things. For all she knew he might be completely insane. Unfortunately, there was nothing she was able to do about it. To complain to the parole board might well land her right back in prison.

She felt repulsed, though she did have a strong stomach and so felt no nausea. She knew she would have to see this horrible thing through, right to the end, and then she had to hope he wouldn't renege and give her away, anyway. If she did give him the name of her connection in Mexico, and the man was put out of business, then Al Bombannente would no longer have any kind of hold over her. Then she would get back some of her own.

Lifting her lovely head, desperately trying her best to compose herself, the lovely brunette squared her shoulders, her heart continuing to helplessly triphammer in her breast, and she began slowly walking around the room, keeping some sort of rhythmic time to the music hoping she would at least please the man enough so that he would simply get on with all this.

"Is-is this what you want?" she asked.

"Come on, Miss Everson, you're supposed to be a slave girl who is enticing me to buy her. Right now you're walking around as if you're covered with plaster. Swing those hips, honey, get me all heated up so I'll have the urge to buy you."

Chewing on her lower lip to hold back a continually mounting tide of hatred burning inside her, Rona slowly began swinging her hips from side to side as she walked around the room. She shut her eyes, trying to shut out the degradation she felt.

"That's much better," Al told her. "Now face me, come close, and use your hands to press your breasts tightly together. Yeah, that's the way, so there's almost no space at all between the nipples."

Rona was beginning to feel the rhythm of the music, and she swayed her body from side to side before starting to walk around the room again, her hands pressing against the sides of her full, rounded breasts, squeezing them firmly as she ran her tiny pink tongue over her lips.

"That's not bad, not bad at all," Al told her. "You know, if you work at it long enough and hard enough, you might fit very nicely into some man's harem." He was taunting her, she knew, reveling in the power he had over her.

Al sat back on one of the sofas and took another puff from his cigar before letting it rest in the ashtray. He didn't have to stroke his penis. It stood straight up in the air, a mighty, white tower of power with a purple-pink head that was already leaking the colorless fluid that was lubricating it. He smiled, noting how easy it was for any woman, even a prude like this one, to imitate a whore. Yes, she was going to be a good one, all right.

Inwardly his mind swelled as he felt another triumph. This woman hated him at the moment, he knew that. But before they left here, she would learn to love him as all the other female parolees had learned. For a thin woman she was voluptuous, and in spite of her age she was still innocent. Al always rationalized that when he fucked a woman like this, he rid her of an innocence she ought not to have had in the first place. In reality, he was doing her a favor.

Another reason for making her go down on him was, quite simply, that the sight of her did over arouse him. He knew if he tried fucking her, he would climax too quickly, and all she would have from the experience was pain. If he made her blow him first, and then he grew another erection and fucked her, by the time he was finished with her, she would be so overjoyed with what he did to her, she would do anything and everything he told her to do, and she would do it all willingly.

"All right, all right, now stand still right in front of me," he ordered. "I'm going to do something not even the doctor who helped bring you into the world ever did, I'm going to take a good, long look at that lovely pussy of yours."

"That's disgusting!" Rona gasped.

"You know, I'll bet you've never even gone to a gynecologist because you hate the idea of a man looking at you down there," Al said to her.

"I go to a female gynecologist," Rona said defensively.

"Yeah, well who would know more about a cunt than a female. Okay, honey, let's see that cunt of yours."

Obediently, the unhappy brunette stopped before the handsome parole officer who was sitting forward on the sofa, his throbbing penis angled out and down now, almost out of her sight. Rona was surprised to realize she was almost anxious to look at the masculine appendage.

"Push that body of yours forward, Miss Everson, and spread those lovely legs of yours."

Rona sighed and did as the man instructed her to do, letting him lean forward and peer into her vaginal slit. He breathed deeply, then looked up at her face and said, "For a virgin who knows nothing about sex, at least you know how to keep a clean pussy."

The humiliated woman said nothing, swallowing hard, hating him for doing this to her, yet she didn't fight him when he took her hands and placed them between her thighs, using her fingers to pull back her pussy lips. She understood what he wanted, and when he let go, she continued keeping her labia pulled apart.

Rona didn't know why, but underneath the shame she felt something else, something stronger. Deep down, she was as proud of her body as any woman, but her upbringing had always been so strong that she had never consciously admitted it before. True, she did occasionally pose naked in front of a mirror when she was alone, admiring the fact that for a woman of her age she was still well built. But this was the first time she was actually exposing her inner vaginal self to anyone, male or female. Not even her female gynecologist was looking at her cunt with the interest this man was showing, and though she knew she hated him, she also knew she was indeed enjoying all this.

"That is one beautiful vagina," Al said, sitting back again. "You know, it's a shame it's gone to waste all these years."

"What do you mean?" Rona asked.

"I mean, vaginas were meant to contain penises. When a penis doesn't continually make use of vaginas, it withers after awhile. When a vagina isn't used by at least one cock with a certain regularity, it, too, internally shrinks. However, you may be one of the lucky ones. You may still be saved. I'll eventually have to plumb your feminine depths and find out for myself."

"You wouldn't!" Rona gasped.

"We'll see," Al laughed, sitting back. "I've noticed the way you've been looking at my cock."

Rona turned red, not wanting to discuss it. She said, "I just looked out of curiosity."

"Well I'll settle your curiosity by telling you it's longer and thicker than the average cock."

"I didn't ask," she said.

"I know, but I'm telling you, anyway. Tell me, considering this is your first look at a penis, what are your impressions?"

"I… uhhhhhh… don't know what to say," she replied.

"Other women have fallen in love with it, you know," he told her, taunting her. "I suspect that deep down, that's precisely the way you feel about it, too."

"Please stop trying to act nauseating," she insisted.

"Come over here!" he snapped.

She came closer to him, standing directly in front of him again. He grabbed her hand, reached down, and made her wrap her fingers around the throbbing organ. Then he held her hand in place, saying, "Do you feel the palpitations?"

"Y-yes!" she admitted.

"That's the heart of my cock. Do you know why it's beating so strongly? I'll tell you, it has fallen in love with your orifices, Rona. It wants to investigate at least two of them."

Rona shuddered and tried pulling her hand back, but Al held her hand firmly in place. "Know what else? It knows you love it. You do love my cock, don't you, Rona?"

"Please… I… uhhhh…"

"Say it, Rona, say it! I want to hear the words coming from your mouth. I want to hear how you love and adore my cock."

"I… unnnnhhhhh… well, that is… I mean…"

"Come on, Rona, I can sit here all day, if that's what you want. The sooner you say it, the sooner things will come to a head, if you'll pardon the pun."

"Pun?" she asked, innocently.

"Never mind," he laughed. "Just say the words."

"I… unnnnhhhhh… well, that is… I mean…"

"Come on, Rona, I can sit here all day, if that's what you want. The sooner you say it, the sooner things will come to a bead, if you'll pardon the pun."

"Pun?" she asked, innocently.

"Never mind," he laughed. "Just say the words."

"I… adore your… you know…" she gasped.

"You're a big girl now, Rona," he laughed. "You can say the word. Come on, come on, out with it."

"Your cock!" she finally gasped.

"What about my cock?" he asked.

"I love your cock."

"Good, good, that wasn't really so hard, especially since, deep down, you really do love my cock. You know, if you weren't so damn self-righteous, you would have made some man one helluva wife. If that had happened, you would never have gone to prison, and the chances are you and I would never have met. The Lord works in mysterious ways, Rona. I guess he wanted us to meet, as he wanted this to happen. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, yes, I suppose so," Rona said, looking down, taking her hand from his penis.

"Of course this is so," Al continued, teasing her. "Now, since you've told me that you love my cock, you want to please both, yourself and my cock, don't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Come, come, what would you like to do to my cock to make it happy, Rona, and don't tell me you'd like to cut it off."

"I don't know what you mean," she said, almost weeping.

"What fruit would you say my cock resembles most?"

"A b-banana," she replied.

"That's excellent. Tell me, Rona, what do you do with a ripe banana, huh?"

"Y-you eat it," she gasped.

"Precisely, and that's what I want you to do with my cock. Without actually biting into it, I want you to eat it, to suck it. Now tell me, wouldn't you just love to do that?"

"No!" she gasped.

"Rona, this is the last time I'll ask. If the answer is wrong, I'll get dressed, leave here, and before two hours are gone, you'll be on your way back to prison."

"All right, all right," she gasped. "Yes, yes, I love it, I love it, I want to… eat it."

"Dear lady, come here and kneel down between my thighs." She did as he instructed, her eyes locked the penis, hypnotized by it as a bird might be by a snake. "Now plead with me, Rona. Tell me how much you ache to suck my cock."

The beautiful, regal brunette wondered how much more of this shame and humiliation she was going to be able to stand. Oh God! This was far worse punishment than she deserved. It had to be a test, it just had to be a test, and she had to prove she would be able to pass the test.

Her hands were now resting on Al's bare knees, her eyes locked on the throbbing length of his organ as it twitched, the head expanding and receding again and again, emitting colorless droplets of seminal oil. It looked like some awe-inspiring vision.

"I'd love to suck… your cock," she said, weakly, her voice catching in her throat.

"You still don't understand, do you," fill snapped at her. "You staying out of prison, your getting another chance to be rehabilitated, your last opportunity to do good in all the other fields you've chosen hinges on one thing, and one thing only: your sucking my cock, provided I'm willing to let you do it. Your whole future is dependent on my allowing you to do it."

"I see," she nodded, and then, coolly said, "Mr. Bombannente, I would very much deem it a privilege to be able to… suck your… cock."

"I don't know, now," Al teased, and she knew he was teasing.

"Oh please," Rona whimpered, her two hands coming together in an attitude of prayer as she knelt before him. "Please let me suck your cock. I'll do anything you wish if you'll let me suck it. I'll beg, plead, anything, but let me suck that wonderful cock of yours. I'll do my very best, you'll see."

The lovely forty-year-old brunette was suddenly almost incoherent with fear and shock. Her mind began spinning deliriously out of control, and she found tears running freely down her cheeks, pleading as if she really wanted to do this horribly monstrous thing. "For the love of all that's holy, you must allow me to suck your cock." Yes, this was to be her test, and she mustn't fail it. She had to prove herself not only willing, but capable. "If you have any compassion in you," she all but screamed, "You'll let me suck your cock."

"You're so eloquent, so expressive, it would be criminal of me not to allow you to do so. But remember now, you promised to perform to the best of your ability. I know this is your first time and I don't expect miracles, but I do expect you to put your heart and soul into it."

"Oh yes, yes, yes, thank you," Rona whimpered. "You're so good to me. Thank you so very much."

He left the cigar in the ashtray as he got to his feet and stood towering over her, arms akimbo, legs spread apart, an overlord with his lovely female slave kneeling before him, his eyes burning with fiery lust. He had her precisely where he wanted her.

Her lovely face now hovered precisely in front of the huge, purple-pink head as it swelled and receded continually with strong throbs. To Rona it looked like a hooded cobra, the head widely swollen with lust rather than fear or hate, the little slit in the tip leaking its own colorless sap instead of venom. Al held the organ steady for her, pulling back the protective foreskin, his own breath coming heavily, for he knew he had her where he wanted her, and this excited him as much as what she was about to do.

"Go on, Rona," he said, softly. "Go on and suck me off! Suck until I shoot, and when I do shoot, make sure not one drop is wasted. You have to swallow everything… everything!"

"Yes, yes, of course. Thank you so much for this opportunity," she gasped, her eyes tightly shut now, kneeling in trembling humiliation, the tears still falling from beneath her eye lids.

"Look at my cock when you suck it!" he commanded, reaching out and grabbing her dark brown hair, forcing her face up.

Slowly Rona opened her lovely brown eyes and found herself staring straight into the tiny glistening opening cut into the tip of the penis's smooth, bulbous head. Lord! This close it looked so thick she actually wondered if it was humanly possible to open her mouth wide enough to fit the penis inside. Suddenly terrified by the sight of it, she almost pulled back, horrified and fearful of the thickly throbbing, massive monster as it moved closer and closer to her tightly clamped lips.

"Let's not waste any more time," Al said to her. "To do so would be to deprive you of all the pleasure you'll know when you start sucking. So go ahead and enjoy."

Rona suddenly found herself uncontrollably crying, the tears pouring down her lovely cheeks. She was conscious of the pressure of her knees in the carpet, and she was aware of the thudding of her heart beneath her full left breast. Her eyes were glued to the thick length of the huge penis, watching the way it salaciously enlarged and receded as blood continued pulsing through it. The head was that strange mixture of lavender and pink, and the trunk of it, originally all-white, now had a pinkish hue to it as blood flowed heavily through it. She saw the huge blood vessels winding their way through the base, as well as the network of tiny vessels.

The thick base of his hard phallic lance disappeared into his pubis, shadowed by a heavy growth of dark-brown hair, and beneath the gigantic staff was the huge gunny sac of his testicles. It was all wrinkled and also covered with hair. The two spheres encased in the sac seemed, to Rona, to be as heavy as tennis balls, and as the dazed maidenly woman continued staring at them, it seemed to her that the two spheres actually jumped up and down in the sac holding them. Pulsing menacingly, they appeared to swell and enlarge, as if letting her know in advance they were manufacturing more and more semen just so she would be able to swallow it. Soon, lewd torrents of the gumbo-like fluid would be oozing down her lovely throat, and the mere thought had the helpless woman inwardly gagging with loathing. She had never conceived of having to do such a humiliating thing, even with a husband, if she had ever considered getting married. The mere idea of allowing him the use of her feminine opening between her thighs seemed, to her, more than enough compensation. Yet here she was with a man to whom she was not married, a man with whom she would never marry, and she was going to do things with and for him she wouldn't do for a husband. How ironic! It seemed like the most horrible act imaginable, and she decided she was unable to pass this test. She wasn't worthy to continue the work she had set for herself.

Rona raised her large, tear filled brown eyes and stared at the handsome parole officer, mutely pleading with him and begging for mercy, but his only response was a steady stare at her. To Rona, the man was arrogant and evil, and the glittering in his eyes was the light of Satan. She was suddenly shocked out of her religious reverie when he gripped her hair all the more tightly and pulled her beautiful face forward, placing his thickly quivering penile head against the lipsticked wetness of her narrow, tightly drawn lips.

"Since you begged so hard, I feel it incumbent upon me to make you do this, should you suddenly change your mind," Al said, his voice still soft and smiling. "Open that lovely mouth or I'll have to force it open, and if I do that, it'll only mean that much added pain. You know that!"

Rona realized at this point she simply had no choice. She simply had to comply with this man's cruel demand. Against her will she slowly parted her trembling, narrow lips, and gulping back spasms of utter humiliation, allowed the throbbing head of his pulsing cock into the narrow tunnel of her widely opened, helpless mouth. The moment the head touched inside, Rona pulled back, a drop of warm, colorless lubrication falling on her extended organ. She gasped, leaving her tongue outside for the moment, afraid to pull it into her mouth, knowing she would automatically swallow once she did.

Al smiled as he again gripped her brown hair strongly. It had come undone and was now hanging loosely, allowing him to get a better grip on it. Instantly she pulled her tongue into her mouth and swallowed, but before she was able to close her lips, the man had pushed half his broad penile head between them. It was literally dripping with seepage from the tip, and his hands now clapped themselves around her cheeks, working her face from side to side, letting his oils smear themselves all over the insides of her lips.

"You're not sucking!" he admonished in an almost sing-song voice.

Feebly the helpless woman tried hard to work her thin lips around the rubbery hardness, but no matter how hard she attempted to do so, she found the penis was even thicker than it had looked. It was stretching her lips to the limit, and the incredible bulk looked as if it would never fit inside her widely stretched mouth. He was going to choke her with it!

Al was thrilled because of what she was doing. He was so aroused all semblance of reason temporarily left his lust-aroused mind. He was impatient and one of his hands now gripped the shank of his throbbing cock, while the other hand got a firmer grip on the kneeling woman's long, dark hair. He took a deep breath then simply rammed his cock forward, pushing so hard, he almost dislocated the lovely woman's jaws, forcing them wider yet, shoving almost half the length of his cock into her mouth. Her white teeth raked almost painfully along the man's thickly rigid masculine stiffness, making him moan like an animal in heat.

The sharpness of her teeth thrilled him, enhancing his lustful ardor that much more, and his body began quivering in salacious enjoyment of it all.

Her mouth was entirely filled with his broad length. The head of his cock had penetrated right to the narrow gullet of the helplessly kneeling woman. Yet half his cock remained unsucked, and Al had no intention of letting this woman get away so easily. She was gagging and choking, and he patiently waited until the coughing subsided. Then, suddenly, with a deep grunt from somewhere inside his chest, he plunged his penis forward again, holding her lovely head firmly in place, sticking every last inch of his aching cock into her narrow mouth, shoving the head of his penis into her gagging pharynx. She choked and tried pulling back, but he yanked on her hair, holding her firmly in place as he pushed, pushed, pushed, making certain she had every last inch of cock inside her esophagus. He held it there as she continued hacking and gagging, and little by little her throat opened and accepted the monstrous gag as she breathed through widely dilated nostrils.

Rona shuddered when his heavily pendulous testicles thwacked against her chin. The hairy sac, wrinkled though it was, felt so soft and delicate against her rounded chin, she almost felt a shuddering thrill. For some unexplainable vile reason, she almost enjoyed this horrible thing. Her nostrils continued to flare widely in order for her to breathe, and she inhaled the clean pungence of his groin. Fresh tears sprang to her lovely helpless eyes, this time caused by another wave of helpless gagging and choking. The man was cruelly rotating the length of his cock around and around in the depths of her gullet, trying to widen it. Her slaver came dribbling out, and though much of it clung to the long, thick obtruder in her mouth, some of it fell in strings to her knees and on the carpeted floor, as well. When Al thought his hard penis was wet enough and her throat was open enough, he began slowly pulling his cock out. When the head was only halfway out of her mouth, he shoved it all the way back down her throat again. In, then out, in, then out.

Rona continued sobbing. She was undergoing this test whether she chose to or not, and humiliated as she felt, she realized she was able to endure this horror as his strokes continued urgently increasing. She relaxed her lips and her gullet and came to realize this eased the tension in her and helped her to stop choking. Fierce resistance would only hurt her! The lovely woman began to understand that by allowing herself to surrender totally to this obscene man, she was at least able to spare herself acute discomfort, much less actual pain. Al immediately sensed the lovely woman's oral surrender. As a result he loosened his grip on her hair.

Instantly relieved at not having her hair tugged to the point of nearly being pulled out of her head, Rona realized now that she was forced to undergo this test of her courage, she would prove herself worthy, and she would pass it, after all. To do this meant pleasing the man, and toward this she made a conscious effort, knowing the better she did this vile thing, the sooner it would all end.

She was surprised to realize that her mouth was reacting in time to the strip music still playing in the room. Of its own volition her lips began sucking as if involuntarily, reacting to the relentless burrowing hardness, keeping perfect time with a movement of their own. They opened, then closed, opened, then closed, moving wetly around the roughly intruding thickness. Her tantalizing tongue moved of its own accord, darting tentatively at first to the tiny slitted opening each time the penis pulled back, while her lower front teeth continually grated against the length of his urethra, that tube in the underside of his hard cock, continually pressuring it ever so gently, sending fresh thrills running, surging madly through the handsome parole officer's vibrantly moving loins. The lust-driven man now moaned, feeling all kinds of thrillingly licentious pleasure.

Rona was very suddenly startled to realize she possessed an almost instinctive urge to please. She was no longer repulsed by what she was doing. On the contrary, she found she came by it very naturally, and as a result was making all kinds of lewd, wet, smacking noises as her mouth began rapidly taking on an unbelievable deftness.

Somewhere hidden in the depths of her subconscious was the natural knowledge of how she was able to orally please and satisfy a man. Using her mouth no longer seemed vile, but rather appeared very natural. Now this lurid information hidden in the back of her mind was charging into the forefront, into her conscious being, taking complete control of her physical as well as her mental self. Grateful she was somehow or other being relieved of a part of the shameful burden she'd had to endure, Rona allowed this hidden, almost barbaric part of her inner being to have complete control of her entire being. Then, as if in ultimate yielding, as if showing how willing she was to perform this obscene act, her small, delicate hands reached up and anxiously gripped the continually flexing muscles in the man's weighty thighs.

Al Bombannente's heart was pounding like a triphammer at the moment as he continued to fuck his throbbing cock ever deeper into the tight rictus of her narrow mouth. He slammed in with an ever mounting intensity, letting the sensitive head rasp harshly, violently against the woman's palate as if attempting to tear off an outer layer of sensitive skin. Al moaned with an animal like satisfaction as he continued pressing the lust-thickened lance of his powerful penis solidly against the smoothness of her gullet. Shivers of lurid ecstasy continued coursing through his nakedly arching body.

Rona was aware of the rapidly mounting thrills within her own body. Excitement filled her again and again, pulling her spinning mind from its inundation of shame and guilt. All that was washed away as she found herself eagerly and anxiously running her fingers over his buttocks, his thighs, his testicles, and when her head pulled back, over the exposed base of his shaft. She was sucking eagerly now, and little mewls of pleasure came from the depths of her taut throat. For some unexplained reason, each time the penis pushed its way into the depths of her esophagus, she actually felt herself being built higher and higher toward the summit of a feeling her body had never known. Was it possible, was it vaguely possible this was more than a test? Was this the Lord's way of letting her initially discover just what it was all other women raved about the orgasm? Her feminine instincts became more and more vibrantly attuned to the lascivious cadence of the man's eagerly thrusting loins.

More aware than ever of the lovely woman's increased fervor, Al knew he had been right in his assessment of Rona Everson. This caused his own licentious delight to swell enormously, and his body became sizzlingly hot as every inch of his powerful, full fleshed frame filled itself with passionate desire as he continued ramming his wetly swollen cock almost insanely into the depths of her hungrily sucking oral cave. The man continued straining his loins forward with a barbaric strength and lust.

The now hungrily sucking, beautiful dark-haired woman found herself thrilled beyond belief at the sensations continuing to mount inside her as she rapidly became enveloped in a torrent of thrilling, all-encompassing sexuality. A heatedly tingling warmth ran uncontrolled through every part of her nakedly kneeling body as she found herself awed by the delighted way he continued fucking her mouth. Now she was absorbed, thoroughly and totally, in helping the man achieve his sexual culmination, for she was certain that she would also achieve her own inner satisfaction at the same time, a satisfaction she now wanted as much as her mind had been repelled by the idea all the other years of her life.

There was an incredible feeling mounting in her body. It had started in her throat, and then, as if a telegraph line had been strung from her mouth to her vagina, she felt the heat in her worm through her belly and actually reach into her vagina. Her hot cunt walls were throbbing heatedly in delighted, sympathetic arousal, continually growing wetter and wetter with leaking feminine secretions. Her softly pulsing vaginal lips now flowered open like soft petals in a breeze, the full, hair fringed lips of her sucking vaginal mouth continually expanding and contracting, moving as if it, not her oral mouth, had the penis within, and yet, down there she was still a virgin. Wasn't that another irony?

"Ummmmmm… mmmmmm… aaaahhhhmmmmmm… hhhhhmmmmm…" she continued mewling around his cock-flesh as it continued to heavily intrude into her oral depths.

Rona's slender loins were rotating and spinning with an extraordinary sense of timing, as if she were performing on a stage, keeping a perfect beat to the strip music still playing on the LP she had on the Rek-o-Kut turntable. The woman was thrilled to hear the moans and gasps coming from the man's gasping throat as he moved in wanton abandon, towering over her kneeling form, slamming his pubis solidly forward into her lovely face so that her nose was constantly buried in his pelvic hairs. He moved with the steady, repeating force of a steam driven jackhammer as he continued to jam his wetly excited penis deeper and deeper into her now eagerly receptive mouth and throat.

"Oh Jesus!" he gasped. "You are fantastic! Nobody'd ever believe this was your first time… Ohhhhhhhhhh… yes-sssss… thattawayyyy… Rona… Rona… Rona, you were born to suck cock! To think you wasted so many years not doing this!"

Al knew he was going to shoot his load, and very shortly, too. Nothing in the world was going to hold it back. His heavily bubbling balls, continually slapping against her chin, were churning with a deep, aching sensation. What he didn't know was that Rona was also going to climax, though if he had known this, he would have been even more thrilled. He had never had a woman actually achieve satisfaction while in the act of fellating him. Aware that his moment of triumphant release was not that far off, he began redoubling his fucking activity, slamming all the more vibrantly into the tightly narrow depths of her oral orifice while the woman, now utterly blind with thrilled passion continued digging her fingers into his buttocks with powerful abandon, sucking voraciously at his throbbing penis like a hungry child at the banana to which she had likened his cock not too long before.

Dimly Rona was very much aware she was acting like all those gutter sluts with whom she had been incarcerated for the past eight months, and yet, as repulsive as her enforced cock sucking had initially seemed, her feverishly wracked body was now continually responding with uncontrolled abandon as she realized just why all those other women seemed to enjoy whoring.

The obscene demands put upon her by this parole officer now began thrilling Rona in ways she had never imagined possible. Even if it was shameful and degrading – everything she had been brought up to believe wrong – it was wonderful, and her mouth continued sucking and slurping as her saliva continued dribbling onto her knees. She didn't even think about the fact that she had first been forced to suck the lust-swollen cock of a man she despised. She was doing it willingly now, actually enjoying it, feeling her own inner thrills mount with every passing moment. This was her way of finding out what she truly wanted to do in life. Instead of feeding the dope habit of addicts, she would work with those who were rehabilitated, giving her body to those men truly trying to overcome their addiction, showing them real pleasure in this world need not come from some chemical, but rather from within themselves. Yes, now she first understood the true meaning of the words, "from within one's self".

Hot liquid was seeping heavily from her contracting vaginal depths, trickling shamelessly down her inner thighs, and her clitoris throbbed insistently though it had never once actually been touched. Her orgasm was building, and Rona wanted it; she wanted it more than anything in the world, for this was her reward for having accepted the test that had been visited on her.

"Ggggghhhhhaaaaauuuuurrrrrggggghhhhhlllllccccchhhhhuuuuuggggghhhhhmmmmmphhhhhwwwwwaaaaauuuuuphh!"

she gagged as thrill after thrill wracked its way through her quivering self. Her head bobbed back and forth all the more anxiously now, excited at the pressure his ballooning cock was creating in her gullet as charge after charge of delight continued moving uncontrollably through her quaking body. She was so thrilled by her own feelings, she was totally unaware of the bliss charging through Al Bombannente.

"Christamighty!" he bellowed. "Heeeeeeere it commmmmes… aaaannnnnggggghhhhh… hhhhaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh… aaannnnnggggghhhhhaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhaaaaauuuuuwwwww aaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhaaaaaggghhh!" He was there, all right. Thick jets of heavy white sauce began spurting from the hole in the tip of his throbbing cock, shooting relentlessly, continually into the beautiful woman's wide-open, definitely receptive throat.

At the first blast of the hot semen, Rona was momentarily shocked from her own state of torpor, but a moment later she realized the heavily gushing sperm shooting down her throat merely enhanced the feelings for her, and she swallowed hungrily, needily, gulping, drinking, anxious for more as the rich effluvium of the semen filled her nostrils. Wave after wave of sperm fed her gullet, and she drank unendingly, feeling herself slowly becoming aroused all over again. By the time she was finished and his penis had half-shrunk, she was on fire with need, all over again.

Her head began bobbling on his limp cock, sucking hungrily, and the power of her jaws eventually raised a new erection. But this time Al threw the woman on her back and pushed his penis into her tight cunt, not sparing her virginity, thrilling to her screams as her hymen snapped, while at the same time she began a string of unbroken climaxes that lasted ten minutes – until he came once more.