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.”
