A question often asked by those who deal with psychological problems is: What is normal? The answer to that seemingly simple question will probably never be answered.
It is normal for some primitive inhabitants of South America jungles to perform, before the entire village, what Americans would consider depraved sexual acts. Such behavior would probably result in arrests and convictions, if not a full-fledged riot, in the U.S.A.
The young housewife in this novel has not yet accepted and adjusted to the world of sexuality. Yet she changes when forced to experience another side of sex-into the dark world where souls mix pleasure with pain, agony with ecstasy, delight with domination.
KIDNAPPED HOUSEWIFE IN CHAINS deals with a sexual dilemma that confronts all of us in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on how individuals seek and find pleasure-we can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Come on," Charlie Radford said, "move your ass, honey. You're lying there like a log. It's a dead fuck when you just lie there like that."
Susan Radford shuddered. She hated when her husband talked like that. She hated the way he talked and she hated having him on top of her like this, like an animal pumping between her thighs. Why did Charlie have to do this in the morning? Why couldn't he wait until tonight? She hated doing it in daylight with the sun streaming in through the blinds so she could see everything.
She did not like to see when they did it. When they fucked. Yes, she knew the word, she knew all the words. She never used them, never spoke those words, but inside the privacy of her mind, that was something else. Charlie was fucking her. She silently repeated the word over and over again. Charlie was fucking her and she hated it. Not only because he was doing it in the morning, but because she never liked it that much at any time.
Not that Charlie seemed to care what she liked or disliked. He pushed her knees back to her tits now and then draped her legs over his shoulders. This rolled her crotch up and now when he fucked her he was able to slam it in deep and hard. She closed her eyes as she waited for him to finish. She could picture his thick cock thrusting in and out of her stretched pussy, his balls slapping against her ass, his hairy crotch pounding against her own.
like two animals, she thought. They were already sweaty and the smell of sweat and sex filled her nostrils.
In the beginning, when they first married, she'd thought it would be different. She thought the sex would be sweet and tender, something you did in the dark before you went to sleep. That's the way her parents did it, if they ever did it at all. She thought she'd heard them once, but she wasn't sure. Anyway, she couldn't possibly imagine it, she couldn't think of her mother and father like that. Her mother had told her that sex was something a married woman had to tolerate. Charlie had seemed so sweet, Susan had never thought she'd have any problems with him.
Now here he was after only six months of marriage acting like an animal, his cock slamming in and out of her poor pussy, his face and chest covered with sweat, his breath coming in gasps. Oh, dear God, get it over with! she thought.
Charlie finally came. He grunted, slammed his crotch against her pussy and shot his load deep inside her cunt. Susan kept her eyes tightly closed as he emptied his balls. She could picture his jism shooting out of his cock inside her cunt-channel. The image made her shudder and she held onto Charlie's arms because she felt as if she was falling.
Then at last it was over and Charlie pulled his cock out of her wet cunt and rolled off to the side.
Susan knew he wouldn't stay in bed long. He had to dress and get out of the house and get to work. The best thing to do would be to just pretend she was exhausted and keep her eyes closed until he left. She might be able to go back to sleep if she tried. She turned on her side, turned her back to Charlie and bit her lips with dismay because now she could feel the wetness, she could feel Charlie's jism leaking out of her pussy.
He's an animal! she thought.
After a while she felt Charlie leave the bed, and then sometime later she felt him kiss her cheek and heard him tell her to have a good day, he was off to work.
She never opened her eyes. She lay there pretending to be asleep, her face deep in the pillow, her thighs pressed tightly together to keep his jism inside her pussy so it wouldn't wet the bed.
She waited until she heard Charlie's car leave the garage before she finally rolled over on her back.
She kicked the sheet away and uncovered her body. Reaching out to the night-table, she pulled a tissue out of a box and brought it down to her cunt. She carefully wiped her pussy and stuffed some of the tissue inside her cunthole to soak up Charlie's jism. She knew she couldn't get all of it that way. He always came a lot and she'd have to sit on the toilet and let it flow out of her.
Slipping off the bed now, she hurried to the bathroom with her hand holding the tissue against her pussy. Moments later she was on the toilet, quivering as she felt Charlie's spunk sliding out of her gaping cunthole. When she thought all of it was out, she peed and wiped herself and flushed the toilet.
Well, at least I have the day to myself, she thought as she turned the shower on. Maybe it wasn't that bad. Charlie was really a nice guy and he cared for her. If she had to put up with the sexual part of marriage, put up with the fucking, she was no different than millions of other women. Wasn't that true? She wasn't certain what was true and what wasn't true. Sometimes it was all so confusing!
She felt better in the shower, in the tingling warmth of the cascading water. She soaped her body slowly, lingering over her tits. Charlie said she had nice tits, and the way the men always looked at them she-could believe it. She soaped her tits now, using her fingers to rub the soap into her nipples and shivering at the nice feeling. After a while she dropped one hand down to her cunt to pull at her cunt lips and rub some soap into the gash between them.
She'd already washed her pussy thoroughly, but it was nice to play like this, one hand squeezing and feeling her tits and the other hand rubbing her pussy. It was all right as long as she didn't overdo it, as long as she never brought it to the point of actually coming. Once in a while she let herself go and actually brought herself off with her fingers, but afterwards she was always disgusted at herself. Her mother had always told her it was terribly dirty for a girl to play with herself. It's a sin and nice girls don't do it, her mother had said.
Susan wasn't sure any more how sinful it was. The other day on a TV show she'd heard some woman doctor say it was healthy. The woman doctor said sex was healthy and everyone needed to relieve sexual tension. Even priests and nuns, Susan thought. Around the world there were millions of nuns and priests jacking off in secret and then telling everyone else how sinful it was.
The hell with it, she thought. She'd make herself come now. She could feel the tension and
JO after that rotten time in bed with Charlie she deserved some self-indulgence. If God was watching her she hoped he would forgive her, but she also hoped he wasn't watching because what she was doing made her feel ashamed. I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't, she thought.
She slipped two fingers inside her cunthole and wiggled them around. Then she ran the other hand over her ass, fondled her ass-cheeks and then snaked her fingers inside her asscrack to find her ass-hole. She did no more than rub her ass-hole on the outside, but then after a while she slipped her middle finger inside the tight grommet and slowly moved it in and out.
As usual, when she had fingers in both her cunthole and ass-hole, she came quickly. It took no more than a minute, and then her belly was heaving and her pussy twitching as the orgasm washed up and down her back in a series of hot waves.
When it was finished, she washed her hands under the shower and then she turned the shower on full blast and moved under it as though to get thoroughly cleansed. She felt rotten. She felt as though it wasn't God who was watching her, but her mother.
* * *
An hour later Susan was pushing a basket through a supermarket about a mile from where she lived. She wore a blue and white tank top that pressed her tits flat but did not hide their size. The white chinos were tight enough to show the crack of her ass. She had the chino cuffs rolled to mid-calf and her pretty feet perched on white high-heeled sandals.
She knew she was dressed seductively, but it always gave her pleasure to do it. She liked to be looked at. She adored it when some of the men boldly eyed her tits and ass. She knew they were imagining what it would be like to fuck her and the idea of that sent thrills through her.
It's so crazy, she thought. She didn't really like sex that much with her husband, but here she was getting her jollies by dressing to turn men on and having them look at her.
She quivered as she remembered the nice climax she'd had that morning. Then she pushed the sex out of her mind and started checking her shopping list again.
Twenty minutes later Susan finished her shopping and left the store.
The supermarket was in a large shopping center and today the parking lot was crowded. Susan had parked her car at the far end of the lot, and as she walked along carrying her two bags of groceries, she wondered what Charlie would say if he knew how bored she was. She guessed he wouldn't give a damn. Charlie was like that. He was basically a decent guy, but he really cared about no one except himself.
Finally arriving at her car, Susan put the bags down on the hood and opened the door on the driver's side. She pushed the seat forward and put the bags in the rear. Then she straightened up and cursed the van parked beside her car because it was parked too close and she could hardly move anywhere.
She was about to climb into her car when she heard someone shouting across the parking lot.
Then the next thing she saw was three people, two men and a woman, running toward her.
The trio ran directly towards Susan, but what they wanted was the van parked beside her.
Someone at the other end of the lot was shouting for the police.
When the trio arrived at the van, one man ran to the driver's side and climbed in to start the motor.
The woman, a young and pretty brunette, opened the back door of the van and scrambled inside that way.
The third man stood there a moment looking at Susan, and then he suddenly grinned and grabbed her arm and pulled her into the back of the van with him.
Before Susan could understand what was happening, the van roared backwards and then shot forward again to speed out of the parking lot.
Then Susan screamed.
Someone slapped her face.
She screamed again and someone slapped her face again.
She cried out, "Oh, God, what do you want?"
"Just keep your mouth shut," the man who had pulled her into the van said. "Keep your mouth shut and you'll do fine."
The man who was driving whipped his head around and said, "Hey, Jake, she's a knockout. Isn't that right, Rita?"
His brunette friend looked Susan over and smiled. "I'll say she is."
They were on a highway now. Susan could tell by the smooth sound of the tires and the speed of the van, but she had no idea where they were going.
There was nothing in the back of the van except some thick carpeting on the floor and a few pillows. Nothing to sit on. The whole back of the van was like a huge bed.
Susan suddenly realized she was being kidnapped. She wanted to faint but she didn't know how. She tried to think of something she could do in order to pass out but it didn't work. What she did instead was groan and close her eyes and pretend she was unconscious.
Maybe they'll kill me, she thought. They were desperadoes, fleeing the police, and they would kill her in order to save themselves. She trembled. She wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't come because she was too frightened. Then she heard a mewling sound right next to her head and when she opened her eyes and looked she caught her breath in a gasp.
Right beside her head, the man who had pulled her into the van was stretched out on his back and the pretty brunette was kneeling between his legs with her mouth pumping up and down on his exposed cock.
"Suck the meat, baby," the man said. "Christ, what a mouth." His eyes met Susan's and he smiled at her. "You want some, honey?"
Susan remembered their names. His name was Jake and the woman's name was Rita. The brunette was about Susan's age and Susan was fascinated by the way the woman's pretty red mouth was stretched by Jake's thick cock. Susan had never seen anything like it. She'd also never had a cock in her mouth and the whole thing was at the same time disgusting and frightening and exciting.
Then Jake put his hand on Susan's arm, ran his palm over her bare shoulder and down to her tits.
Susan cringed and tried to pull back, but she was already against the door of the van and there wasn't any room to move.
"Don't touch me," she said angrily.
Jake laughed and took hold of one of her tits, clutching it through her striped jersey top, his fingers digging into her titflesh. Then his hand suddenly grabbed the edge of her tank top and pulled it down to let one of her tits pop out.
"Hey, that's not bad," Jake said. "Take a look, Rita."
The brunette pulled her wet mouth off Jake's cock and looked at Susan's exposed and quivering tit. "Oh, yes," Rita said. "She's got big tits. Just the kind I like. Come play with us, honey."
"Don't you touch me!" Susan said, crossing her arms over her tits to protect herself.
Rita laughed, and then suddenly her hand lashed out and slapped Susan's face, once, twice, across both cheeks. Then Rita's hand gripped Susan's chin, gripped it hard.
"I'm going to touch you all I want, honey. Isn't that right?"
Susan whimpered, her face still stinging. "Please don't hurt me."
"Am I going to touch you all I want?"
"I don't know, I guess so."
"Drop your arms and show us your tits. Both of them. Come on, now!"
Helpless, Susan uncrossed her arms and finished what Jake had started. She pulled her top down to expose both her tits.
Rita smiled. "She's got gorgeous tits. Look at the long nipples. It's like they're made for clips."
Extending her hand, Rita took one of Susan's nipples between her thumb and forefinger and slowly twisted the sensitive nub until Susan screamed.
"Beautiful," Rita laughed.
This time Susan did faint. She passed out and went limp against the corner of the van.
CHAPTER TWO
When Susan opened her eyes, she found herself lying on a bare mattress in an empty room.
There was one window in the room and she quickly moved to it and looked out. She could see a large garden surrounded by a high red fence, but no other houses were visible and there was no way to tell where she was.
The room she was in was on the second floor of the house. She tested the window but she found herself unable to open it. Then she turned and ran to the door, but the door was locked from the outside and she realized she was a prisoner.
She was frightened. The three people who had kidnapped her seemed weird and unpredictable. Rita in particular, the pretty brunette, gave Susan the impression of being completely evil.
I must escape, Susan thought. There must be a way to escape!
But the room had nothing in it but an old mattress and there seemed there was nothing she could do.
Suddenly the lock in the door was turned and the door opened and Rita and Pete walked into the room.
Pete locked the door behind him.
Rita wore a blue spandex jumpsuit and stiletto-heeled slides. She smiled at Susan.
"Feeling better, honey?"
Susan backed away. "What do you want with me? You can't keep me here!"
"Oh, we can keep you here, all right," Rita said with a chuckle. "Don't you worry about that."
"You can't!"
"Yes, we can, honey. If you don't behave, you'll get hurt. You wouldn't want that, would you?"
A small whip had suddenly appeared in Rita's hand, and now the whip lashed out against Susan's thigh and she screamed.
Rita chuckled. "Get her clothes off, Pete."
Susan ran to a corner, but it was no use. Pete came after her and dragged her back to the center of the room.
She teetered on her high-heeled sandals, the tears welling up in her eyes. "You'll all be punished for this!"
"Maybe and maybe not," Rita smirked. "The world doesn't always work the way you want it to, sweetie. Go on, Pete."
Susan realized she was helpless. She could struggle, but in the end they would get her clothes off anyway. She decided the best thing was to keep above it, treat them with disdain. They were riffraff, anyone could tell that. Somehow she would find a way to escape. In the meantime what counted was to avoid that whip in Rita's hand.
She stood still as Pete unbuckled the belt of her white chinos and then unhooked the waist and pulled the zipper on the side. She thought he'd pull the tight chinos off her legs and feet, but instead he brought out a knife and began cutting them away.
Quivering with fear at the sight of the long sharp blade of Pete's knife, Susan watched her chinos get sliced away from her body.
Next came her tank top. That was easy for the knife, and in a moment she stood there before them wearing nothing but her white panties and white high-heeled sandals.
"Cute," Rita said, walking slowly around Susan and looking at her as if she were judging a dog in a dog show. "Nice little butt."
Susan cringed as Rita reached out to squeeze one of her tits, but she could see the whip flicking back and forth like an impatient snake and she managed to keep still.
Rita toyed with Susan's nipples, first one and then the other, and soon she smiled as Susan's nipples turned stiff.
"That's better," Rita said with a chuckle. "Tits always look nicer when the nips are out. Cut the panties away, Pete."
Susan bit her Up and closed her eyes. She hated the touch of their hands on her body. She kept her eyes closed as Pete sliced her panties and pulled them away from her ass and crotch. She heard Rita moving behind her, and then suddenly her body jerked and she screamed as the whip came down on her ass.
"Bend forward," Rita said. "Put your hands on your ass and open it up."
Susan wanted to cry out, to refuse, but she remembered the sting of the whip.
Leaning forward, she slid her hands back to hold her ass-cheeks and pull them apart. She heard Rita chuckle, then felt something hard rubbing up and down in her asscrack and she realized it was the handle of the whip.
Rita said, "What do you think, Pete?"
"That's a sweet-looking ass."
"Well, don't get any ideas. We tossed for it and Jake won. You get the front door first."
"You can eat her pussy, if you want."
"Not until she's plucked. I don't eat pussy with hair on it, I hate it. But I'll get her juiced up for you."
Susan was shocked to the core by the way they were talking about her. Then she felt Rita's hand sliding over her ass. Rita's fingers slipping between her ass-cheeks to find the pouch of her cunt from behind.
Rita said, "She's got a fat little pussy. I can't wait to see it when it's bald."
Pete snickered. "You really dig cunt, don't you?"
"So what?" Rita said, annoyance in her voice. "I dig cock, too, so what's the difference?"
Susan trembled. When Rita nudged her legs apart to give her hand more room, she put up no resistance. What was the use? If she refused to do what they wanted, she'd get the whip again-or maybe something worse.
Rita worked her fingers between Susan's cunt lips, tickled her cunthole and rubbed the hoot of her clit back and forth.
It was the touch of a woman, and no matter how much Susan hated it she could not prevent her body responding.
"That's better," Rita said. "You like the finger, honey? I bet your husband doesn't give you a finger as nice as this. Look at this fat little pussy getting all juiced up."
"You're a beast!" Susan hissed.
Rita laughed and pushed two fingers inside Susan's cunthole. She worked the fingers in and out, screwed them around to stretch the mouth of Susan's pussy.
"Okay, Pete, she's as ready as she'll ever be. She'd be better if she came a few times, but this is a tight-ass bitch and that might take all day."
Susan found herself turned and pushed to the mattress, forced to stretch out on her back. Then Rita straddled her, faced Susan's feet, and before Susan realized what was happening she had Rita's spandex covered ass sitting on her face.
Susan's knees were pulled back, held all the way back by Rita as Pete moved into position between her thighs. His jeans down at his ankles, Pete pumped his prick with his hand, pushed his cockhead at Susan's gaping cunt and lurched forward to bury his cock in her cunt channel.
Susan groaned, but the sound was muffled by Rita's ass. When Pete started fucking her, Susan felt his hairy balls slapping against her ass-hole, his thick cock sliding in and out of her pussy.
"How is it, Pete?" Rita said. "She's tight, real tight. I'm going all the way."
Rita snickered, amused that Pete was coming so soon. She watched his face, watched the wet sliding of his cock in and out of Susan's stretched pussy. It was always exciting to watch another girl's cunt get reamed by a stiff cock.
Then Pete was coming, his cock pounding
Susan's cunt as the hot jism spurted out of his pisshole. He wriggled his hips, grinding his fuckmeat in her pussy to get the last drop of spunk out of his balls.
Rita's eyes were bright as she watched his juice-drenched prick slowly pull out of Susan's gaping cunthole. "That's nice," Rita said.
"You wanna suck it?"
"Not now, tiger."
Pete chuckled. "Okay, she's all yours. What I need now is a cold beer."
Lying there inert, her face still covered by Rita's ass, Susan heard the door close as Pete left the room. Then Rita eased her ass off Susan's face and sat down on the mattress beside her.
"Now that wasn't too bad, was it?"
"I was raped!" Susan said, groaning as she lowered her legs and crossed them to close her thighs.
Rita smiled. "You've got a load of spunk in there. I hope you're on the pill."
"I'd like to use the bathroom."
"Sure, sweetie, but don't try any tricks. You try anything and I'll beat the shit out of you."
Susan believed she would. She went along peacefully with Rita to the bathroom down the hall. She could see something of the inside of the house now and it was much bigger than she'd expected, an old house with a wide stairway and lots of rooms. Once again she was reminded she was a captive here and she had no idea where she was.
Susan expected some privacy in the bathroom and she was dismayed with Rita came in with her. Rita closed the door and smiled at the look of consternation on Susan's face.
"You're not bashful, are you?"
"You're awful!"
"I thought you had to use the toilet. If all you want to do is talk, let's get out of here."
Susan kept her lips tight and avoided looking at Rita as she sat down on the toilet seat. Then she gasped as Rita pushed her legs apart and slipped her hand between her thighs to grab her cunt.
"Go on," Rita said, her eyes glittering, "let me have this jism." "You're a beast!"
"There it is, I can feel it. Let's open it up and get it all out."
Rita pushed three fingers inside Susan's cunt to stretch her fuck-hole and Susan lost control and started pissing.
She couldn't help it. She needed to go badly and the sudden feel of Rita's fingers in her cunt was more than she could take.
Rita chuckled as Susan's warm piss flowed over her hand. She rubbed her palm back and forth over Susan's cunt lips and urged her to empty her bladder completely.
Shocked and dismayed and ashamed, Susan pissed herself out on Rita's waiting hand.
When it was over, Rita rubbed her fingers one last time over Susan's cunt-bush, then pulled her hand away and wiped it with a towel.
"I like your cunt," Rita said. "I wish you didn't have all that hair on it, but we'll take care of that. Have you ever gone down on a woman?"
"Certainly not!"
Rita chuckled. "We'll take care of that, too."
Susan shuddered. She wiped her pussy, blushing when she caught Rita watching her.
When they finally left the bathroom, Rita made Susan walk in front of her. "Down the stairs," Rita said. "You've got things to do in the kitchen, although with that cute ass of yours maybe the boys won't let you alone."
Susan soon learned she had to play the role of a servant in the house. Rita said they'd be getting some special things for her, but in the meantime they threatened her with a severe beating if she tried to escape. They said there wasn't anywhere to go, anyway, since the house was isolated. Susan believed it. There was nothing outside the kitchen window except a patch of woods and the mountains in the distance.
Jake was back from a trip somewhere and he liked the way Susan looked dressed in nothing but a pair of high-heeled sandals. As she helped Rita prepare the evening meal, Susan remembered what they'd said about Jake winning the toss to fuck her ass first. Did they really mean that? Susan trembled with fear. She remembered what Jake's cock looked like and she was certain he would kill her if he ever tried to put his prick in her ass.
In the meantime she got more attention from Rita than from the men. The brunette's hands were on her at every opportunity, fondling her ass and tits and tickling her pussy with knowing fingers. Rita kept telling Susan how turned on she was by Susan's body.
Then Jake came into the kitchen to get a cold beer and Susan watched while he and Rita kissed and fondled each other. Whether or not Rita was turned on by Susan, she went after Jake like a bitch in heat.
"Come on," Jake laughed, "I just came in here for a beer."
"You're not turning me down," Rita said. "You can blow a wad in my mouth, how's that?"
Jake chuckled. "Jesus, you're a hungry cunt, aren't you?"
Rita was already crouching down, unzipping his fly and hauling his big cock out of his pants.
Susan didn't want to watch, but she found herself unable to turn away from it.
Rita slurped on Jake's limp cock, sucking and licking his cockhead as it came out of the sheath of his foreskin, and soon Jake's prick was growing in Rita's mouth.
"Oh, yeah, baby, that's the way," Jake said, grunting with pleasure as he humped his ass. "Here comes the load."
Rita mewled, and the next moment she began swallowing convulsively as Jake's cock erupted in her mouth.
Susan watched them, watched Rita gulping and sucking Jake's jism. She imagined what it would be like to take a man's spunk down her throat and for a moment she thought she'd be sick.
Then it was finished, Rita smacking her lips and smiling as Jake zipped his fly. When Rita rose up, Jake patted her ass and chuckled and walked out of the kitchen.
Turning to Susan, Rita said, "Jealous?"
"I think it's disgusting," Susan said, her heart pounding with a mixture of revulsion and excitement.
"Well, you sure talk like a dried up little bitch, don't you? You don't look like it, but you talk like it."
"I don't care what you think, you're keeping me here against my will."
Rita smiled, picked up the whip, and then without any warning she lashed it across Susan's naked tits. Susan screeched, covering her tits with her hands, her mind overcome by the searing pain.
"Please..." she moaned.
"It's time my pussy had a little attention from you," Rita said, her fingers working at the zippers of her spandex jumpsuit.
Within moments Rita had the suit peeled off. She sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, raised one foot and planted it on the seat. She was completely naked, her thighs wide open, and for the first time Susan had a look at Rita's hairless pussy.
Susan was startled by it. She hadn't expected a cunt could look so unprotected and yet at the same time so raunchy. Rita had a long slit with thick drooping lips. Her clit was out like a pink tongue at the top of her slit and down below you could clearly see the dark brown rosette of her ass-hole.
"Come on, honey," Rita said, "get down here and start licking."
"I won't do it."
"Sure you will, otherwise I'll whip your tits until they bleed. Come on, now."
Susan knew it was hopeless. She was powerless as long as she was in their clutches and she had to do whatever they wanted.
Somehow she had to find a way to escape or at least get to a phone.
But in the meantime there was Rita's gaping hairless cunt waiting to be sucked. The brunette had been turned on by sucking Jake's cock and Susan could see some juice glistening in the gash of her pussy.
Thank God there's no hair, Susan thought. Rita's cunt did look clean, even if it was already dripping with pussy-juice. Would Rita's cunt-juice taste different from her own? Susan's blood raced with apprehension and curiosity.
At last Susan went to her knees in front of Rita, knelt on the kitchen floor and slowly moved her face closer and closer to Rita's wide-open crotch.
Rita chuckled. "That's better, sweetie. Put your pretty tongue in my cunthole first. Get some of the juice out before it spills over. You don't want to waste it, do you?"
Closing her eyes, Susan moved forward to press her lips against Rita's oozing pussy. She could taste nothing at first. The warm smell of Rita's pussy was there, all right, but the taste was absent.
Then she started licking and slowly the flavor came through, slightly salty, richer than the flavor of her own pussy and not at all horrible.
What was horrible was the idea of it, the knowledge that she was on her knees in front of a strange woman with her mouth on the woman's cunt. A hairless cunt, soft and meaty and wet. It was like kissing a soft mouth.
Hesitantly, she fluttered her tongue around Rita's cunthole, just on the outside. Then she became bolder, stiffened her tongue and pushed it inside no more than an inch.
There was more flavor now and the cunt-cream was thicker. Pulling back, she opened her eyes and the blood beat in her throat at the sight of the pale white slime oozing out of Rita's gaping cunthole.
Rita saw what was going on, saw the look of disgust in Susan's face. She chuckled and pulled Susan's face against her wet gash.
"Suck it, honey. Never mind looking, just suck it."
Susan sucked. She worked her lips and tongue over the pussyflesh. Rita held her head and kept maneuvering her face and finally Susan's nose was rubbing against Rita's fat clit the way Rita wanted it.
The brunette groaned and heaved and came, the hot juice gushing out of her pussy to wet Susan's chin.
And then something else.
Susan couldn't believe it at first, but then she realized it was real.
Rita was pissing.
Not just a few drops but a flood. She pissed and squirmed, pulling Susan's face against her spasming Cunt, not caring how much of it got in Susan's mouth.
Susan tried to keep her mouth closed, but
Rita slapped the side of her head and made her open it again.
Stunned, unable any more to cope with what was happening to her, Susan kept her mouth wide open as Rita laughed and filled it with hot piss.
CHAPTER THREE
Susan was grateful that at least Rita allowed her to wash up. A shudder of disgust ran through her as she thought of Rita's hot piss flowing over her face. After she finished cleaning her face, she turned and found Rita's mocking eyes on her.
"Put some make-up on," Rita said. "I've got some things in that little bag there."
"I hate you," Susan said.
Rita chuckled. "Because I peed in your face?
You didn't like it? You're lying, you know. I know more about you than you do about yourself. You're a little masochist. You liked all that hot piss, don't tell me you didn't." "It's disgusting!"
Rita laughed. She ran a hand over Susan's bare ass, fondled her ass-cheeks and then grabbed Susan's ass-flesh between her thumb and forefinger and pinched hard. Susan moaned and squirmed and Rita laughed again.
"Come on, pussycat, get your face on. We want you looking good for the boys."
Susan had to serve them dinner in the dining room. She wore nothing but lipstick and her high-heeled sandals, and each time she came near one of them she would get a hand between her legs probing her crotch.
Jake seemed most interested in her ass, and one time he managed to actually shove half his finger inside her ass-hole. She had to stand there while he did it. She trembled as she recalled Pete and Rita talking about how Jake had won her ass-hole in a toss.
I'm a sex-slave, Susan thought. She was their captive, kidnapped to Lord knew where, and if she didn't do what they wanted they might hurt her terribly.
She thought of escaping, but how far could she get on foot and naked? They'd come after her and catch her and beat her up. Rita had said as much. Rita had warned her that if she tried to escape she'd get whipped until she had no skin left on her body.
After dinner Susan's plight became worse.
Jake carried out some things he'd brought back from town. Susan had no idea what they were, but she soon found out. First they put the leather shackles on her wrists. They attached the rings so her wrists were linked together. Then they put the leather slave collar around her throat and attached that to the shackles on her wrists with a metal chain.
Susan was horrified. She looked down at her wrists, bound now to her neck. She was helpless.
Rita seemed delighted. She brought out some strange-looking clips, and as the men held Susan still she attached a clip to each of Susan's long nipples.
The clips hurt and Susan wailed and screamed.
Rita slapped her face and told her to shut up.
Attaching a thin leather cord to each nipple-clip, Rita tied the cords to the rings connecting Susan's wrists.
Now there was no way for Susan to move her arms without pulling at the clips attached to the tender flesh of her nipples.
And finally came the ball-gag. Susan's groan changed to a gargle as they pushed the black rubber ball into her mouth. No more than half the ball could fit in her mouth and it gagged her completely. The ball was fixed to her face by a leather strap that ran around her chin and the back of her head.
"It suits her," Rita said with a snicker. "She makes a pretty little slave. But I want her pussy clean. All that hair comes off."
They guided her to an easy chair and made her sit with her legs draped over the arms.
She was used to them looking at her naked body now, but it was horrible to sit there like that and have them inspect her completely exposed crotch.
The ball-gag was awful. It kept her mouth forced open and she had to keep swallowing to avoid choking on her own saliva.
She wanted to scream but she couldn't make a sound. She wanted to strike out at them but she couldn't do that without tearing her nipples off. There was nothing she could do except sit there like an animal on a slaughter block.
Rita was the one who shaved her pussy. Susan told herself maybe she ought to be thankful for that. At least Rita knew enough to avoid cutting her with the razor. The sight and feel of the sharp razor so close to the soft flesh of her pussy made Susan tremble with fear.
When the job was finished at last, when all the soap had been removed and her pussy washed and powdered, Susan looked down at herself and couldn't believe it.
She hadn't seen her pussy bare like this since she'd been a young girl. It was hard to believe this was really her own cunt. She knew that eventually she'd get used to it, but at the moment it looked and felt completely weird.
"Now that's what I call a pretty pussy," Rita said with a smile. She spread Susan's hairless cunt lips, pulled at the inner lips to open Susan's gash. "What do you think, you guys?"
Jake chuckled. "You're cunt-crazy, Rita."
"It's fun, baby. And what about this little ass-hole? I thought you're going to pluck it. I bet you she's a cherry-ass. You're a cherry-ass, aren't you, honey? Ever had a cock in your ass?" She pulled at the nipple clips and Susan rolled her eyes in pain and shook her head. "See? You get a cherry ass, Jake. You ought to be grateful."
"She needs to be stretched. Get the straps on her and stick that plug in her ass-hole. Tight is nice but not too tight. I like an ass-hole to be loose enough to suck at my cock."
Susan trembled as they pulled her up and made her turn around and bend over. A moment later she felt the plug slide inside her ass-hole. The plug was attached to straps that went around her hips and held the plug in place. Her ass-hole was stretched wide, not enough to be painful, but enough to make it hard to think about anything except the feel of the plug in her shitter.
They kept her bent over, kept her kneeling on the chair with her face hanging over the back. She felt someone's fingers playing with her hairless cunt lips, then a finger dipping inside her cunthole.
"Hell, she's already juiced up," Pete said. "I think I'll dump a load in there."
A moment later Pete's cock pushed its way inside her pussy, stretching her cunthole, sliding forward until his hairy balls were tickling her bare cunt lips.
He fucked her steadily, his cock moving like a greased piston in and out of her pussy-hole.
Each time he thrust forward, she felt his cockhead slam against her insides. She felt pummeled and abused. The plug in her ass-hole narrowed her cuntchannel and caused it to tightly grip Pete's sliding cock. Each time he rammed her body, she was forced to move her arms a bit and this pulled the clips attached to her nipples.
Then Pete came. He buried his cock deep inside her cunt and shot his load, grunting with each spurt of his hot jism inside her body.
They gave her no time to rest. As soon as Pete pulled his cock out of her cunt, Jake was behind her to ram his big prick inside her pussy.
Jake had a thicker cock and she could tell the difference. Her cunt was now loose and sloppy from Pete's fucking, but Jake's cock was big enough so the fit was still tight. He fucked her without let-up, his hands gripping her ass as he slapped his belly again and again against her ass-cheeks.
When Jake finally came, he kept thrusting, ramming his cock home with each spurt of jism. When he finally pulled his cock out of her cunt, she could feel the combined jism of the two men leaking out of her cunthole.
If she thought they were through fucking her now, she was mistaken. Now she felt a third cock, much thicker than the first two, and when she felt Rita's feminine hands on her hips, she realized with a shock it was Rita who was fucking her.
Rita, in fact, was now wearing a ten-inch dildo strapped to her crotch. The dildo on Rita's end had a ball to stretch her cuntmouth and a clit-tickler to get some action on her buzzer. The brunette's eyes glittered as she fucked the rubber cock in and out of Susan's gaping cunthole.
The men teased Rita. "Hey, baby," Jake said, "you dig fucking that pussy, don't you?"
"You bet I do," Rita said. "Why should you have all the fun?"
Then Pete moved around in front of Susan's face and suddenly the ball-gag was pulled out of her mouth and Pete's soft prick replaced it.
Susan's mind whirled as she focused her attention first on that huge rubber cock in her cunt and then on the warm cockflesh filling her mouth. She shuddered as she realized she could taste her own cunt on Pete's cock. It was one thing to taste herself when she masturbated, but this was something else. Now she not only had the taste of her cunt-juice, but also the taste of Pete's jism.
Rita finally pulled the dildo out of Susan's cunt. When Pete momentarily pulled his cock out of her mouth, she kept her lips tightly closed when he tried to put it back.
"She won't suck," Pete said with a grunt.
Susan screamed as Rita's whip came lashing down on her upraised ass.
Again and again the whip tore into Susan's tender ass-flesh. Rita shouted at Susan, told her she would suck cock whenever she was ordered to do it.
"You'll do that and more," Rita said, her lips turned up in a sneer.
She pulled Susan around, tugged at her arms to pull the clips attached to her nipples. Susan fell off the armchair sobbing, crawled at Rita's feet and begged for mercy.
Pete sat down on the sofa and Susan was made to crawl between his legs to get her mouth on his cock. His prick was completely stiff now, and as soon as she closed her lips over his cockhead Rita pushed her head down until the bloated knob of his prick slammed into the back of her throat.
"Suck it, you little cunt. Get your head moving up and down and suck him off."
Gagging on his cock, the tears flowing out of her eyes, Susan bobbed her head up and down on Pete's throbbing prick.
Pete finally came, his cock erupting a fountain of jism. Susan refused to swallow it and his thick spunk dribbled out of her mouth and over her chin. The bitter taste of his cum revolted her. She gagged and choked and sputtered and finally Pete cursed and pushed her away from his cock.
"Dumb little bitch," he said angrily. "Somebody's got to teach her how to suck a cock."
They gave her no breathing spell. Jake sat down on the sofa, took Pete's place and Susan had to take his big dick in her mouth.
Her lips were numb now. She felt nothing as she moved her mouth up and down on his rapidly stiffening prick. Her main concern was to keep her arms still to prevent pulling at her nipples.
Then suddenly Jake pushed her off his cock and raised his legs. He pulled his knees back to his chest and told her to lick his balls. "And be careful," he warned. "You bite too hard and I'll rap you in the fucking head."
She leaned forward to mouth his nuts, licked his hairy ball-bag until the wrinkled skin was coated with her saliva.
When Jake pushed her head further down, she was puzzled. She tried to pull back when she found her mouth close to his hairy ass-hole.
"Go on," he said with a chuckle, "give it a suck. You've got a mouth for it, honey. Suck some ass!"
She refused. She sobbed out that she wouldn't do such a filthy thing. Of course that brought Rita's whip down on her ass again. She held out until the pain became unbearable and then finally she yielded and once again dropped her mouth to Jake's offered crotch.
The filthiness of the act overwhelmed her. She had her nose pressed against Jake's huge balls and her mouth closed over the puckered ring of his ass-hole. At first she had no idea what she was supposed to do. She tentatively stroked his ass-hole with her tongue, fluttered the tip of her tongue over the rim and at the center of the hole. His ass-hole suddenly opened and her tongue slipped inside.
Jake grunted. "Oh, yeah, that's it, honey. Get it in there. She's not so bad. She knows how to rim. All the way, baby, all the way."
Jake grabbed her head with his hands, pulled her mouth tight against his ass-hole. Her nose was filled with the musky smell of his balls, his animal masculine smell. She knew what he wanted. She told herself the sooner she gave it to him the sooner the ordeal would end. Stiffening her tongue, she slowly slid it all the way inside his hot ass.
He groaned. "Oh, fuck!"
Rita laughed. "Give Jake a hot little tongue in his ass and he gets all gooey." She reached down and pushed Susan's face more firmly against Jake's crotch. "Dig in, sweetie. Give him all the tongue you've got."
Susan had her tongue extended as far as it could go, all of it inside Jake's spasming ass-hole, her lips pressed against the outer rim of his bung as she worked the tip of her tongue from side to side.
Jake clamped down, his ass-hole grabbing her tongue. Then he groaned, pulled her mouth away from his ass, pulled her lips up to his cockhead and forced her to suck his prick.
He came a moment later, roaring like a bull as the hot jism spurted out of his cock.
Susan was caught surprised. Most of this load struck the back of her throat and she had to swallow in order to avoid choking. She gulped his thick slime down, shuddering with revulsion as the globs of jism slid down her throat.
Jake urged her on, holding her head with both his hands until his balls were milked dry.
"She's got possibilities," he said finally. "The cunt's nothing special, but the mouth is okay. If her ass-hole is as good as her mouth, she's got possibilities."
Rita took Susan away, led her out of the living room and upstairs to the barren room that was to be Susan's cell. Susan collapsed on the soiled mattress and thought she'd be left alone, but Rita had other ideas.
"You do some eating first," Rita said. "Suck the cream out of my pussy and then clean my ass. Maybe after that I'll leave you alone."
"You're all beasts," Susan moaned. "You're animals, horrible animals."
Rita smirked as she forced Susan to roll over on her back. The brunette pressed her pussy down on Susan's upturned face, squirmed her steaming cuntflesh against Susan's mouth.
"Sure, we're animals, honey. In the meantime stop talking and suck."
Susan had no choice. She had to open her mouth in order to breathe, and as soon as she did so a glob of cunt-juice oozed out of Rita's cunthole to flow over her tongue.
"That's it," Rita said with a chuckle, "suck the cream, baby, suck it all out. Oh, yeah, there's some more of it, I can feel it coming out. You like it, don't you? You like sucking that nice juice out of a hot cunt. I can tell you like it."
Susan had to keep sucking until Rita grew tired of it. The brunette rubbed her pussygash all over Susan's face, squirmed her clit up and down on the point of Susan's nose.
Then finally Rita shifted her crotch until she had her ass-hole over Susan's mouth and Susan's nose in her cunthole.
"Lots of tongue, honey," Rita said. "Just like you did to Jake. Get your tongue all the way inside."
Her eyes closed, her nose filled with the warm smell of Rita's cunthole, Susan slithered her tongue inside Rita's ass.
CHAPTER FOUR
In the morning Susan was awakened by Rita and led downstairs to make breakfast for them.
She had her hands free, but they made her wear the ball-gag and the slave collar. Once again she was totally naked, dressed in nothing but a pair of high-heeled sandals. She was still not used to being naked in front of them, and whenever anyone looked at her she quivered and blushed and sometimes tried to hide her tits and pussy.
Rita was amused by Susan's attempts at modesty, and the brunette went out of her way to torment Susan by pinching her ass and feeling her cunt and laughing at Susan's reaction.
After breakfast Susan was returned to her room, the slave collar attached by a chain to a ring in the wall. She lay on the old bare mattress, miserable and depressed, sometimes weeping when she thought of her plight.
It's hopeless, she thought. They could keep her here forever and no one would ever come to rescue her. Was Charlie looking for her? She hadn't been a captive that long, but already it seemed that her husband and her marriage and her house were all far away, things in another life she would never have again.
Rolling over on her back, she pulled at the cuffs binding her wrists, but the cuffs were secure and there was no way to get loose.
She still had the anal plug in her ass. She hardly felt it any more. She quivered as she tried to imagine what it would be like to have a cock in there, Jake's hard prick reaming out her shithole. She was certain she couldn't survive it. She was certain he'd kill her if he ever forced his cock inside her ass.
Her belly heaved with a sob, her fingers pushing at her flesh, and then she discovered her fingertips could just reach her pussy.
By pulling at the leather cuffs, she found she was able to touch her smooth bald cunt lips with her fingers.
And her clit, too. She could get one finger on the shaft of her clit and another finger down around the mouth of her cunthole.
She tickled herself awhile, teased her cuntflesh and rubbed her clit until she had to squirm her ass because she was making herself hot.
You're crazy, she thought. Here she was trussed up and kidnapped and about to masturbate. It seemed awful, but the need was too great and she couldn't resist the urge.
Her fingertip worked on her clit, rubbing up and down while another finger pushed slowly inside her cunthole.
She could feel the plug in her ass through the wall separating her cuntchannel and asstube. She wondered what her husband would say if he could see her now with one finger in her cunt and a dildo in her ass.
Oh, damn them! she thought. They've turned me into an animal!
She cried out as she came, half sobbing and half whimpering as the spasms of pleasure ripped through her pussy. She was about to start again when the door suddenly opened and Rita walked into the room.
"Time for some fun, sweetie," Rita said, her lips twisted in a mocking smile.
Susan was brought downstairs again. Jake was in the living room, seated in an armchair with his legs spread wide and his crotch thrust forward. When he saw Susan he chuckled and unzipped his fly and hauled his cock out of his pants.
Rita pulled the ball-gag out of Susan's mouth and pushed her forward. "Suck his prick, honey. Get him good and hard so he can stick it in your ass."
Susan trembled as she knelt between Jake's widespread legs. She could smell his prick. It hung there like a limp sausage, soft and fat, but she knew how huge his cock was when it was hard. She opened her mouth, sucked his velvety cockhead between her lips and began running her tongue back and forth over his pisshole.
"Oh, yeah," Jake said with a grunt. "Suck the meat, baby. Get it all the way inside that pretty mouth."
Rita chuckled and pinched Susan's ass. "Down to the tonsils, honey. Get his cock tickling your tonsils."
Susan shuddered with revulsion a she gobbled his fat prick until she had his cockhead pushing at her throat. She could feel his cock slowly getting hard, his cockshaft thickening and beginning to stretch her lips.
Then she felt hands on her ass, Rita's fingers probing her asscrack, tugging at the dildo and slowly pulling it out of her shittube.
A small fart escaped Susan's suddenly empty ass-hole and both Rita and Jake laughed, "and the trumpet blows," Rita said. "Come on, Jake, fuck her in the ass."
Jake pushed Susan's mouth away from his prick and they made her climb onto the armchair and kneel on the cushion with her head hanging over the back.
Moving behind her, his pants and shorts dropped to his ankles, his strong fingers gripping and mauling her ass-cheeks, Jake rubbed the knob of his cock over her ass-hole and tried to push it inside.
"Christ, she's still too tight," he said.
"Here, use this," Rita said. She handed him a tube of Vaseline and reached underneath to squeeze Susan's tits while he greased his cock.
A moment later Jake's cockhead was once again pushing at the puckered ring of Susan's ass-hole, and this time the grommet gave way and his cock slowly slid inside her steaming shithole.
Susan groaned loudly. She felt like a tree-trunk was being forced inside her ass. There was nothing she could do except bear it. There was hardly any pain, not after having that dildo in her ass all that time, but the feeling of having something monstrously huge pushing into her body was frightening.
Jake finally had his cock balls-deep inside her ass. He pressed against her, squirming his heavy nuts into the meat of her hairless pussy.
Rita smiled at Jake. "How is it?"
"She's good," Jake said. "Just right. Nice tight ass and hot as hell. It turns you on to watch it, doesn't it?"
"Of course it turns me on. And so do you. I think I'll rim you while you fuck her."
Jake chuckled and then groaned as Rita knelt behind him, spread his ass-cheeks and fluttered her tongue over his hairy ass-hole.
He began fucking Susan's ass, his hand gripping her hips as his cock slid in and out of her stretched shitter. He kept his eyes fixed on her ass-hole, on the way the ring of muscle sucked on his cockshaft as he slowly pulled out, then caved in again when he pushed his prickmeat into her body.
The pace of his stroking gradually increased, and before long he was ramming her ass with his cock, smiling at the way she whimpered at the end of each thrust. He had the best of both worlds. He had his cock in one woman's sweet hot ass while another woman fluttered her tongue in and out of his own ass-hole with a deftness that made him crazy.
Pete walked into the room just then. He snickered when he saw what was going on. He quickly whipped his cock out and moved around to stand in front of Susan's face. Pulling the ball-gag out of her mouth, he shoved his prick between her lips and ordered her to suck.
Susan lacked the will to refuse anything any more. She let Pete stuff her mouth with his cock as Jake continued to stuff her ass. She felt used and abused and degraded, wondered when her torture would end.
Then Pete came, flooding her mouth with his jism, pumping his crotch at her face until his balls were empty. She tried not to swallow tried to force his spunk to dribble out of her mouth and over her chin, but she got most of his load down her throat anyway.
Then Jake shot off, slamming his cock deep inside her ass as his hot jism flooded her shit-tube.
Susan cried out, found herself clamping down on Jake's spurting cock, and came herself when she felt another wad of hot spunk splatter the walls of her shit-tube.
Afterwards Susan had to suck Jake's cock, clean his prick with her lips and tongue until all traces of her shit were gone. She found it less awful than she expected, and soon she could taste nothing but her own saliva and Jake's big prick was beginning to get hard again.
The two men stripped their clothes off and Jake lay down flat on the rug. Susan suddenly found herself yanked down on top of Jake. He covered her open mouth with his and jammed his thick tongue down her throat. He maneuvered her body with his big hands and in a moment his hard cock was sliding into her pussy. She lay there on his body, speared by his cock at one end and his tongue at the other end.
Then she felt someone's hands on her ass and she realized it was Pete. He was behind her now. His hands roamed over her ass, prying her ass-cheeks apart, pinching her flesh with his fingers.
Jake released her mouth and looked at Pete over her shoulder. "Go on, Pete, get your cock in her ass."
Pete gazed down at her ass-hole and ran a fingertip around the brown rim. "You sure did a job on her. It looks big enough to take my fist."
"Fuck that, you'll kill her," Jake said.
Susan shuddered, conscious of the feel of Jake's huge cock buried deep in her cunt. She couldn't help clamping her ass-hole on Pete's exploring fingers. She felt so vulnerable, lying there with a cock in her cunt while another man toyed with her ass-hole.
Then she felt Pete's cock sliding up and down in her asscrack. She held her breath, hoping that somehow she would wake up and find it was nothing but a dream.
But of course it was no dream. Pete's cockhead came to rest on the puckered ring of her ass-hole and the next moment she gasped as his prick pushed inside her stretched ass-hole.
Panic hit her as Pete packed her shit tube with his cock. She wanted to cry out, to scream in protest against the double invasion of her body. But there was nothing she could do to stop it. She could hardly breathe because of the vise-like grip Jake had on her. She felt every inch of Pete's cock as it slid inside her ass. She groaned and closed her eyes and buried her face in Jake's shoulder as Pete drove his prick to the hilt inside her tortured ass.
She had two cocks in her now, one stretching her cunt and the other stretching her ass. She'd never thought such a thing was possible. She felt as though her cunthole and ass-hole had somehow merged into one huge fuck-hole, a single fuck-hole now solidly packed with cockmeat. She lay sandwiched between them, helpless and fearful.
They began fucking her. This wasn't the first time they'd had a girl between them like this and they knew how to do to it. Pete began moving first, fucking his cock in and out of her ass, and soon Jake caught the rhythm and began hunching his crotch to work on her cunt.
The rhythm grew wilder and wilder and before long Susan's mind reeled as the waves of sensation overwhelmed her. She groaned and cried out and started coming, an endless orgasm that wracked her body. Jake bolted upwards, shot his load in her spasming cunt, and then a moment later Pete's thrusting cock erupted in her ass.
When it was over, it was Pete's turn to have her shit licked and sucked off his prick. He kept her mouth on his cock until his prick showed signs of life again, but Rita laughed and broke it up.
"Oh, no you don't," Rita said. "You let me have her awhile."
She forced Jake to release Susan. Jake grumbled, but he and Pete finally walked out and left them.
"Now I've got you all to myself," Rita said to Susan, smiling as she gripped one of Susan's tits and squeezed her long nipple between her fingers. Then Susan moaned as Rita pulled the clip attached to her nipple and a flash of sharp pain rocked her brain. "Lie down on the floor on your back."
Susan had no choice but to do it. She stretched out, thankful that at least she had a rug to lie on. She expected the worst from Rita and in a moment she had it. The brunette straddled her body, shifted forward to squat over her face.
"Suck it, honey," Rita said. "Suck all the goodies out of my pussy." And the next moment she settled down to cover Susan's upturned face with her drooling cunt.
Susan had to keep her mouth open in order to breathe, and she could not prevent Rita's hot juices from flowing over her tongue. The taste of cunt was no longer foreign to her, but she found it just as repulsive as the taste of cock. She hated oral sex, especially now that she was forced into it.
Rita was in a teasing mood. She rubbed her wet cunt up and down over Susan's upturned face, urging her pretty captive to use her tongue and lips on her dripping cuntflesh.
Finally Rita pulled her crotch off Susan's face and said, "I'll give you a choice, honey. Would you like that?"
"I don't know what you mean," Susan answered.
Seated on Susan's tits, Rita looked down and smiled. "I'll either whip you or piss in your mouth. Which would you rather have?"
Susan blanched, a whimpering sound coming out of her throat. "You're a monster."
"Do you want the decision to be mine?"
"Oh, God..."
"You'd better make up your mind, honey."
Susan was afraid of being whipped. Rita could be vicious when she had a whip in her hand. No matter how awful the alternative was, it was better than the pain she'd feel if she was whipped.
"I don't want to be whipped."
Rita chuckled. "Smart girl." She scooped some cunt-juice out of her pussy with her fingers and slowly wiped the juice over Susan's mouth. "Pretty little mouth. Lick my fingers clean like a good girl."
Susan licked Rita's fingers. She told herself nothing could be worse than this hell she was in. Would her torment ever end?
Rita made Susan sit up. Standing in front of Susan, Rita shifted forward, moved her legs apart and pushed her hairless cunt over Susan's mouth.
"Open up, sweetie. Get your mouth open. That's it. I've been saving it for you and you'd better get all of it if you know what's good for you."
A moment later the hot piss began spurting out of Rita's peehole. It filled Susan's mouth and she had to swallow rapidly to avoid spilling it. She closed her eyes and shuddered as the salty liquid flowed down her throat.
Her eyes bright with excitement, her hands holding Susan's ears, Rita quivered and came as she pissed in Susan's open mouth. She loved doing this to a girl. There was nothing that turned her on more than having another woman sucking the hot piss splashing out of her cunt. She let herself go. Sometimes she liked to hold it back, let it come out in dribbles, but what she wanted now was a full release and she relaxed completely and let the piss gush out in a torrent.
"What a lovely little slave," Rita said with a snicker. "It's too bad you won't be staying with us much longer."
Her mouth still filled with Rita's piss-drenched cunt, Susan rolled her eyes up and looked at Rita's face.
Rita laughed. "Oh, you're not going home, honey, don't worry about that. We've got plans for you. You're worth a bundle, you know. Jake's found some people for you and the money will get us to Mexico. Come on, keep sucking. Do my clit now, I think I can come again."
CHAPTER FIVE
Their names were Helen and Marvin Lewis and Susan could see right off by the way they looked at her that they meant trouble.
Rita brought her down wearing the ball-gag and a long robe covering her body.
Under the robe Susan had her wrists manacled behind her back and her nipples attached by clips and thin chains to a leather garter belt. She wore the slave-collar and Rita had hold of the chain attached to that.
Helen Lewis chuckled. "That ball in her mouth looks terribly uncomfortable. Can she breathe at all?"
"She does fine," Rita said, smiling at Susan as though she were a pet poodle. "She's used to it now. That and some other things."
"Well, let me see what she looks like without it. I can't tell anything this way, not about her face. If her face isn't pretty, I don't want her."
Rita pulled the ball-gag out of Susan's mouth, "how's this? Pretty enough?"
Helen Lewis nodded. "Oh, yes. She's much more than I expected. I like the mouth. It's so important they have an attractive mouth. It keeps it interesting, doesn't it? Do we get to see the rest of her?"
"That's right," her husband said. "Let's have a look at the rest of her."
Rita smiled, unbuttoned the robe and pulled it away to completely uncover Susan.
Both Helen and Marvin Lewis caught their breath and murmured their approval.
Except for the black leather garter belt and black nylons and high heeled pumps, Susan was completely naked.
"How adorable," Helen said. "I love what you've done to her nipples. And her pussy is so pretty. Don't you think so, Marvin?"
"Nice," Marvin said, his eyes raking over Susan. "I like her."
Helen rose up and moved forward. She walked around Susan, looked her up and down. "Put the gag in her mouth again," Helen said.
Rita did so before Susan had a chance to protest. Now she had no more opportunity to say anything, to tell them how much she hated them.
But what difference does it make? Susan thought. She wouldn't say anything anyway. She was too afraid of them to say anything. She did not want to be whipped.
Now Helen ran her hands over Susan's body. Her fingers traced the contours of Susan's tits and then suddenly she tugged at the clips attached to Susan's nipples and Susan rolled her eyes in pain.
"I can tell she's inexperienced," Helen said with a chuckle. "She's very sensitive. What do you use on her? A whip?"
"That's right."
"How often?"
"Well, we haven't had her too long, but she's been getting it once or twice a day." "She needs more, at least at the beginning.
I don't use a whip, I use a paddle, and let m tell you it's much more effective. She has a lovely ass."
"Her ass-hole has been stretched."
Helen smiled. "That's good. Did you hear that, Marvin?"
"I heard," Marvin said. "As far as I'm concerned, it's a deal."
"He's always so hasty," Helen said.
She slid a hand over Susan's ass, fondled her ass-cheeks and then dipped her fingers inside Susan's asscrack. A shudder ran through Susan as one of Helen's fingers pushed inside her ass-hole. Helen watched Susan's eyes and then chuckled.
"Lovely little ass-hole. Sometimes I envy the men."
"I know what you mean," Rita said.
"Have her bend over, will you?"
Rita gave the order and Susan had to comply. Helen pulled Susan's ass-cheeks apart to inspect her ass-hole. "Lovely," Helen said, and the next moment she had her fingers in Susan's asscrack and her thumb sliding inside Susan's shitter. "She certainly is stretched, I can feel it." Keeping her thumb inside Susan's ass, Helen pushed two fingers inside Susan's cunthole and began fucking her fingers in and out of both holes at the same time. "I want her to come."
The blonde's fingers worked like magic, and before long Susan quivered and groaned and came on Helen's hand. "That's nice," Helen chuckled, "that's quick and easy. She's a hot little pussycat."
"Your husband can fuck her if he wants."
"No, there'll be plenty of time for that. But she'd better suck off Marvin before we leave. I don't want him driving with his mind on his prick, it just isn't safe."
In a moment Susan found herself on her knees before Marvin. Rita had already pulled the ball-gag out of her mouth and pinched her ass to let her know she'd better do a good job of sucking.
Marvin grinned and unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out of his pants. His prick was only half-hard, his cockhead still covered. He smiled down at her as he skinned his cock.
"Take it in deep," he said. "Let me feel it in your throat."
Rita pushed Susan's head forward and abruptly her mouth was filled with Marvin's thickening cock.
She did what he wanted. She gobbled his prick until she had his cockhead in her throat. Then she clamped her throat muscles and squeezed his knob. His cock wasn't that big, not more than average, and she was grateful for that.
But even so, as it grew bigger it was more than she could handle, not with his prick half way down her throat She had to pull back in order to breathe. She let his cock slide out of her mouth until she had no more than his cockhead behind her teeth, and then she started sucking, bobbing her head with short strokes, making sure to rub her lips and tongue on the flared rim of his knob.
Marvin was pleased. "She knows what she's doing," he said, leaning back and closing his eyes to savor the feel of her mouth on his cock.
Helen leaned over with a smile and patted Susan's head. "Pull the load out of his balls, darling. "Let's not take all day."
Susan was as anxious as any of them to get it over with. She hated the idea of taking his slimy spunk in her mouth, but there was nothing she could do about it. She sucked hard, working her mouth back and forth over his bloated cockhead, and before long she had him grunting and groaning as his jism spurted over her tongue.
She swallowed what he gave her, instinctively sucking at his pisshole and clamping her lips to squeeze out as much as she could.
It's crazy, she thought. She hated the taste of the stuff, but her mouth always acted as if it had a mind of its own.
They took her away after that. They put the ball-gag back in her mouth and wrapped her in a raincoat and trussed her up in the back of a station wagon.
She was thankful she had a blanket to lie on a they bounced over back roads to God knew where. After nearly an hour of driving, Helen and Marvin dragged her into the front entrance of a big house and for the first time Susan had a look at her new home.
"Welcome!" Helen smiled. Then she turned Susan to face a tall brutish-looking man with a bald head. "This is Gordon," Helen said to Susan. "Whenever you're a bad little girl, Gordon gets to hurt you. Is that understood?"
Susan quivered and nodded and thought she'd faint.
"Take her to the playroom," Helen said. "I'll be there in a minute."
Gordon closed his huge hand around Susan's arm and led her away.
They walked up a flight of wide stairs and then into a large room. In the center of the room was a leather horse and on one wall there was an assortment of pulleys and iron rings. The opposite wall was almost completely covered by a floor-to-ceiling mirror. The wall at the far end of the room contained two windows now covered by heavy velvety drapes.
Susan still had the ball-gag in her mouth and she was unable to talk to Gordon. All she could do was look at him and shudder as she remembered what Helen had said about her being a bad girl.
Gordon saw the look in Susan's eyes. He pulled his lips back in a yellow-toothed grin but he said nothing.
When Helen finally entered the room, Susan was shocked at the way the blonde was dressed. Helen wore a black leather waist-cincher that left her big rose-nippled tits free and hanging. Her nipples were huge, like two thumbs, and because of the way her tits hung down they almost pointed at the floor. Her pussy was bare, her thick blonde cunt-bush completely exposed. She wore no stockings, nothing but knee-high leather boots with stiletto heels. In one hand she carried a large black paddle and in the other hand a jar of baby oil.
"Get her raincoat off and get her on the horse," Helen said to Gordon.
Helpless, Susan remained motionless as Gordon slipped the raincoat off her body, and then she allowed him to lead her to the horse in the center of the room.
Gordon forced her to bend over the horse on her belly, and then he quickly unchained her wrists from behind her back and brought them around in front to be attached to her ankles.
She was now stretched over the horse with her ass in the air, totally at their mercy.
"What do you think of her?" Helen said.
Gordon grunted. "She's very pretty, Mrs. Lewis."
"She certainly is, much prettier than the last one we had. She still needs some training, but we'll give her that. Oh, yes, indeed."
And the next moment Helen suddenly whacked the paddle across Susan's lush ass.
Susan had no way to scream because of the gag in her mouth, but a gurgling sound came out of her throat and she squirmed her body on the leather horse.
Helen began to beat her with the paddle, and
Susan quickly learned it was worse than a whip. Each time the paddle came down it slapped a large area of tender ass-flesh and the burning pain was awful.
Helen paddled both ass-cheeks until Susan was on the point of passing out, and then the blonde cleverly stopped.
She came around in front and pulled the gag out of Susan's mouth. "Do you get the idea, darling? You do exactly as you're told in this house, do you understand that?"
Susan gasped and nodded and said she understood. Then she began crying. Helen didn't like that at all and she said so. She warned Susan that if she continued crying she'd get the paddle again and Susan quickly stopped her sobbing.
Helen signaled to Grodon then, told him to get Susan off the horse and manacle her wrists again. Susan had to stand still while Helen rubbed baby oil over her ass. The oil eased the pain some, but then Helen's fingers were in her asscrack and Susan shivered each time the blonde touched her ass-hole.
Helen laughed. "Sensitive there, aren't you, darling? Come with me now. I have a treat for you."
Puzzled, Susan followed Helen to a door at the far end of the room.
The door turned out to be the door to a small bathroom, and once they were inside Helen closed the door behind them and ordered Susan to sit on the floor with her back against the wall.
Susan did so. The tile floor was cold against her naked ass and she squirmed around until she found a position she could tolerate.
Helen was amused at Susan's discomfort. "You're to be paddled at least once a day. You'll get used to it in time and after a while you may even like it."
Susan couldn't believe that. Her ass still burned from the paddling, her flesh still felt hot and tender.
Then Helen lifted the toilet seat and settled down on the toilet.
Their eyes met as Helen peed in the bowl and Helen smiled. "Rita told me all about those lovely things she did with you. She's a nasty one, isn't she? Did she really piss in your mouth? Did she?" And extending her hand, Helen playfully pinched Susan's cheeks. "Tell me, darling, did she piss in your mouth?"
Susan blushed and nodded and Helen seemed delighted. "My tastes are a little different and require more attention on your part."
Helen was shitting now. Susan couldn't believe it at first, couldn't believe the blonde would have the gall to do that in front of her, but the sound in the toilet bowl was unmistakable. Helen chuckled when she saw the shock in Susan's eyes.
"Don't be so prudish, dearie, it won't help you in your work. You get to clean the stable, you know."
Susan had no idea what Helen was talking about, but she quickly learned.
After Helen finished her business on the toilet, she flushed it and rose up. Leaning over, she pulled the gag out of Susan's mouth and said, "I want you to clean my ass, sweetie. Not a peep out of you, not a sound, not a word. Just lay some tongue in there and get it clean. You do it right or I'll take you out on the horse again and this time I'll have Gordon make you bleed."
Susan could not believe it, refused to believe what was happening to her. But the next moment Helen turned her back to Susan, bent over and shifted backward until her big white ass was pressed against Susan's face.
There was no way Susan could refuse. The threat of having her ass paddled by Gordon was enough to make her do Helen's bidding.
It was awful. She had her nose almost against Helen's ass-hole at first and she had to quickly move her face to avoid the contact. Then Helen squirmed her ass and this time it was Susan's mouth that pressed against the blonde's shit-streaked bunghole.
Susan knew she had no choice. She began licking. She understood that the more saliva she used the less taste of Helen there would be, and soon she had the blonde's asscrack dripping with her spit.
Helen cooed like a pigeon, told Susan she was more talented than she expected, instructed Susan how to use her tongue to ream her ass-hole.
Then, when her ass was clean, Helen turned around and had Susan work on her cunt to get that clean also. Susan had to lick the blonde's cunt-bush and gash until Helen was satisfied that all traces of piss were gone. The licking, of course, turned Helen on and her clit came out. Susan had to lick and suck Helen's fat clit until the blonde shuddered and came on Susan's upturned face. At the end a gush of hot piss came out of Helen's twat and she laughed and told Susan she had to start the cleaning process all over again.
"You'll get used to it," Helen said. "Whenever I use the John, I want you right there with me. You're my little assistant, darling. Isn't that nice?"
When they finally came out of the bathroom, Susan avoided Gordon's eyes. Did he suspect what Helen had made her do? Maybe she did, but she couldn't tell anything from his face. She still had the awful taste of Helen's piss in her mouth and it made her tremble with despair.
Then Susan heard Helen chuckle. "Oh, look, Gordon has something for you," Helen said.
Susan looked at Gordon but his hands were empty. Then she saw the bulge in his pants. He had a stiff cock, and from the way it tented his pants she guessed his prick was huge.
Helen nodded at Gordon and Gordon grinned and unzipped his fly.
Susan shuddered as she watched him haul out the biggest cock she'd ever seen. Ten or eleven inches of solid throbbing cockmeat quivered in front of Susan's eyes.
Helen pinched Susan's ass. "Suck him off, darling. And you'd better be quick about it before I let him shove that monster up your cute little ass."
CHAPTER SIX
Susan was forced to suck Gordon's huge ugly cock. She could get hardly more than the knob of his prick in her mouth. The taste and smell of it was awful and his pisshole leaked a steady stream of cockjuice on her tongue. Helen insisted Susan get more of his cock in her mouth and Susan had to stretch her jaws wide open. Even so, it was not possible for her to take more than half of his cock without gagging.
The monstrous knob of his prick blocked her throat and made it impossible to breathe. She thought she would suffocate. She thought they wanted to kill her like that, choke her with Gordon's huge cock. But Helen pulled her back before she fainted, allowed her to keep no more than a third of his cock in her mouth and ordered her to use her hand to bring him off.
Susan trembled at the feel of his massive cockshaft in her hand, at the power and size of it. She could not close her fingers on it. It was like having her fist around a solid iron pipe, except this pipe was hot and throbbing flesh, the skin silky to the touch but the muscle underneath brutally strong.
She did not know what to do, whether to postpone the horror of taking his slime down her throat or prolong the agony of having his gigantic cock painfully stretching her jaw muscles.
She decided to finish him off as quickly as possible. She remembered Helen's order to be quick about it. She began jacking her fist up and down the huge column of his cockshaft, hoping it wouldn't be long. She hadn't seen his balls yet, they were still inside his pants, but she knew they had to be huge, like a pair of lemons and filled to bursting with his slimy spunk.
And then he was coming. It happened so soon she was caught by surprise. Gordon clamped his huge hands around her head and held her in place. A torrent of jism spewed out of his cock, foamed out of the wide slit in his cockhead to drench her teeth and tongue and boil down her throat.
She swallowed convulsively, gulping down wad after wad of his slimy spunk and shuddering at the feel of it sliding down her throat.
When the ordeal was finally over, his fat prick slipped out of her mouth and hung there like a horse's cock, reddish-purple and dripping and still twitching. Even as she watched, a final glob of jism oozed out of his pisshole and dropped to the floor.
"Pretty," Helen said, patting Susan's head. "Don't you think so?"
"It's horrible!"
"Oh, you'll change your mind about that."
"Please let me bathe. I'm filthy. You must let me get clean." And she began sobbing, her body shaking, her lips still glistening with Gordon's spunk.
Helen finally agreed she could clean up. She would be in Gordon's care. If she misbehaved it was Gordon's job to beat her, to teach her the rules.
Susan wondered if Gordon was free to force himself on her sexually. She was frightened at the prospect of being raped by Gordon. She was certain his huge cock would damage her insides.
She just had to escape, she had to find a way. Her instinct for survival was still strong and she told herself she had to find the strength and cunning to escape from this horror that her life had become.
Gordon led her away, through the door and down the hall to a large bathroom.
He fondled her ass, pinching her ass-cheeks and running his thick fingers inside her asscrack. Her body jerked each time he touched her ass-hole and the way she jumped made him chuckle.
"Mrs. Lewis sure knows how to pick them," he said. "You're a dish. You like it in the ass?" "You're a beast!"
Then he closed the bathroom door and helped her get naked. She groaned with relief when he removed the clips from her nipples.
He fingered her cunt. She stood there helplessly and let him have his way. He was nothing more than a servant in the house, but she was lower than that. She was a slave and he had certain rights over her. She wondered if he was allowed to fuck her as long as she behaved herself. Maybe Helen wouldn't like that. It was one thing to suck him off, but having that huge cock in her pussy was something else. Maybe Helen wanted her pussy protected and saved for Marvin. Gordon could hurt her.
Finally she was in the shower, the hot water cascading over her body. She soaped herself thoroughly, savored the pleasure of the shower. How lovely it was to be clean again! Would her ordeal ever be over? Once again she thought about the possibility of escape. The problem was she couldn't do it alone. She needed help. But who would help her? Gordon? She thought about Gordon and wondered if somehow she could make him feel sorry for her and get him to help her escape.
He was still there, still in the bathroom. Sliding the shower door to the side, she looked at him and smiled. "Why don't you join me, Gordon? Wouldn't you like that?"
His bald head gleamed under the bright light in the ceiling. "You need some help?"
"I wouldn't mind."
He grinned and showed his yellow teeth and began stripping his clothes off. She watched him, watched his massive body appear, then he was naked and she gazed in awe at his cock and balls.
His cock looked even bigger now that he was naked, and his balls were huge, his ball-bag leathery and covered with hair and almost the size of a grapefruit. She could make out each of his nuts and it was true they were the size of lemons. She remembered the feel of his massive cock in her mouth and she quivered.
He stepped into the shower, rubbing his chest as the hot water splashed on his skull and flowed down over his huge body.
His eyes narrowed when he saw the way she looked at him. "You want to play with my cock, you go ahead."
She blushed. "I'll put soap on your back."
He chuckled and turned around. She gazed a moment at his massive heavily muscled back, at his firm ass and huge thighs. Then she began soaping him, running the soap slowly over his shoulder blades and spine and down to his waist.
She skipped his ass, went down to his thighs and legs and feet and then she worked her way up again.
Finally, aware of the pounding of her heart, she put her hands on his ass and began lathering his ass-cheeks.
She was excited, she couldn't deny it. The feel of his muscles under her fingertips turned her on. It was awful. She didn't want to be turned on, not like this, not by one of her captors. But she couldn't help it.
He turned around then, and she bit her lip when she saw his cock was rising. His huge prick was getting hard. The feel of her hands on his body had aroused him.
He grunted. "Go on, soap my cock."
She was unable to resist the urge to touch him, the urge to hold that fat prick in her hands and feel its weight and the weight of his balls.
He made a gruff sound of pleasure when she put her hands on him. He looked down and watched her, watched her fingers stroking and measuring and fondling his now fully erect cock.
When she spoke, her voice was throaty. "How big is it, Gordon?"
"Almost eleven inches."
"Oh, God."
"You like big cocks?"
"It's huge. It's enough to make a woman afraid. Are women afraid of it?"
"Sometimes."
Her instinct told her that if she wanted him on her side she had to let him think she wasn't afraid of his cock. She held his huge balls in one hand and carefully stroked his cock with the other hand.
"I'm not afraid of it, Gordon. I think it's a beautiful cock, really beautiful."
"You think so?"
"Yes, I do. I love the knob. I'm glad you're circumcised. I like cocks that are circumcised. The knob is so beautiful ... it's like a juicy plum ... I had so much trouble getting you in my mouth before, but I did it, didn't I?. . . such a huge fat cock ... and these are the biggest balls I've ever seen ... I bet they weigh a pound apiece ... I can feel your nuts are swollen ... Would you like to come, Gordon?. . . Put your hands on my tits while I jerk you off ... like that ... oh, yes, that's nice ... am I doing it right?. . . God, what a cannon!. . . "
He groaned and hunched his ass and suddenly the jism jetted out of his cock to strike the wall a yard away.
She continued pumping his big cock, amazed at how much spunk he had. She'd swallowed his huge load just a short while ago, and now here he was coming again like a teenager. He certainly was no teenager. He was a grown man with the biggest pair of nuts and the hugest cock she could ever imagine on a man. She remembered the way his fat cockhead had stretched her mouth when she sucked him off and she had a small orgasm now as she watched the last dregs of his load come out of his pisshole in tiny spurts.
She washed her hands under the shower. They laughed together as Gordon soaped his prick once more to get it clean. Even when it was soft, his cock looked huge. It hung down a good five inches, a fat sausage hanging limp over his big balls.
She still wasn't sure he would be on her side when the time came to ask him for help. He didn't talk much. Whatever he had in his mind he kept to himself and her attempts to sound him out proved fruitless.
When they were finished in the bathroom, he put his clothes on and led her down the hall to a small room. "This is yours," he said. "You stay in here now and don't try anything stupid."
"Please don't leave me, Gordon."
"I got work to do."
He locked her inside the room.
There was a window, but it had bars on it.
When she looked outside she could see nothing but a wide expanse of ground and then in the distance a small lake. She had no idea where she was. For all she knew, she was a thousand miles from home. But of course it couldn't be that far, they hadn't driven that long in the car.
The room had some furniture, but it wasn't much. A bed, a bureau and two chairs, nothing imagine. A small mirror hung on the wall above the bureau and when she looked in it she saw how awful her face looked. She had no makeup on, not even a touch of lipstick. She felt so vulnerable without make-up, without a stitch of clothing, nothing but a pair of high-heeled sandals. They weren't her shoes, they were Rita's, and the four-inch heels were too high and she wished she had her own clothes to wear, or at least something.
It was good not to have the nipple clips and the cuffs and the slave collar around her neck, but it was awful to be so naked. She tilted the mirror to look at her tits, held her tits in her hands and gently ran her fingertips over her nipples. Poor little things. She'd worn the clips so long, it felt strange to be without them.
Then suddenly a key turned in the lock and the door opened. Gordon was back. He had some boxes under his arm, and when he closed the door behind him and put the boxes on the bed, he said, "Mrs. Lewis says you should put this stuff on."
She hurriedly opened the boxes, hoping to find at least a dress, something to cover her nakedness, but the things he'd brought weren't designed to cover anything except maybe her tits. There was a black blouse and a sort of tiny white apron to go over that, but the skirt was missing. The stockings were nice, black and very sheer, and the black lace garter belt had tiny red ribbons all over it and was cute. But that's all there was, not even a pair of panties. When she complained to Gordon, he shrugged and reminded her it was better than being trussed up with clips on her tits.
"Hurry up and get dressed," he said. "They want you downstairs."
She put on what she had. Gordon was right. It was better than nothing, better than what they'd made her wear at the other place. She guessed that if she didn't behave they'd put the collar and the clips on her again, or maybe something worse. Helen looked like she could be mean when she wanted to. It was best to keep them all satisfied awhile, at least until she had a chance to escape.
Gordon liked the way she looked. He made her turn around like a model and she found herself blushing at the way he looked at her hairless pussy when she lifted the tiny apron.
Then she remembered how important Gordon might be to her plans and she smiled coyly at him and asked him if he liked it when a pussy was bald like hers.
"It's pretty," he said.
"Would you like to fuck me, Gordon?"
"I can't do that unless Mrs. Lewis tells me to."
"Mmmmmm, it turns me on just to think about it. I'd love having that big cock stretching my poor little pussy. Here, Gordon, look at me, look at my pussy ... I'll just open it with my fingers ... here it is ... see how wet I am?. . . I'm all hot and juicy now ... I'll start dripping in a moment ... does it turn you on?. . . can you see my little clitty?"
His face was flushed, his breathing ragged. She thought she had him. She was about to ask him to help her escape when he got hold of himself, wriggled his big shoulders as if to dispel a blanket over his head.
"Come on, let's go downstairs," he said. "I don't want any trouble with Mrs. Lewis."
"But I'm so hot, Gordon. Can't we do something? You don't have to fuck me, I don't want you to get in any trouble. Do you want me to jerk you off again?"
"I'll suck your pussy."
She was taken aback. She hadn't thought of that. All she wanted to do was tease him, get him hungry for her so she could get his cooperation. Now he was offering to suck her off and she was afraid to refuse him.
The idea of having his slobbering mouth on her cunt revolted her, but she kept looking at his face and thinking about it and the revulsion didn't last.
"All right," she said, "if you want to suck my pussy, let's do it."
She stretched out on her back on the bed and lifted her knees. She wore no panties, nothing but the garter belt and stockings below her waist, and when she opened her thighs the bald lips of her pussy pulled apart to reveal the pink meat of her cunt.
Gordon stared at it, but not for long. He made a sound like a growl, draped her legs over his shoulders and swooped down to suck her pussy. .
It was more than she expected. She thought he'd suck her awhile and then she'd fake a climax and they'd be finished.
But then the feel of his thick warm tongue got to her. He licked her cunt with broad strokes, his tongue flat and stiff, and each time he touched her clit a shudder went through her body.
And there was more. Lifting her ass in his big hands, he licked around the mouth of her cunthole and then pushed his tongue deep inside.
His big fat tongue felt almost like a cock, and she quivered and moaned as he stroked in and out as though he were fucking her.
Finally he pulled his tongue out of her cunt. She thought he was finished, but he wasn't. He moved his tongue lower down and she gasped as he began lapping the puckered ring of her ass-hole.
Then abruptly his long thick tongue pushed forward and slithered inside her ass-hole.
A rattling sound of pleasure came out of her throat. Her eyes tightly closed, she rocked her ass-hole on his tongue and came. Nothing touched her clit but she came anyway. It was marvelous. The spasms ripped through her pussy one after the other and when he finally pulled his tongue out of her ass she was exhausted.
"Okay," he said, "now we better go downstairs."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"That's nice," Marvin said. "Look at that, Gordon, isn't she cute? Nice buns. You look at that ass and it gets to you, doesn't it? Oh, yeah. Walk around, honey. Wiggle your ass, show us a little bounce. I bet Helen creamed her pants putting the paddle to you."
Susan walked back and forth in front of him, blushing at the way he looked at her, at the way his eyes devoured her ass and legs and bare pussy. The heels of her shoes were so high and pointed, she had difficulty navigating over the thick rug. She hated them for degrading her like this, for making her parade like a slave in front of them. That's what she'd become-a sex-slave.
They could do anything they wanted with her. She had to clean Helen's crotch with her tongue whenever Helen used the bathroom. They were all perverted animals and she was in their power. It seemed like a century ago that she'd been leading an ordinary life with her husband. She wondered about Charlie, wondered if he was looking for her. No one would ever find her, she'd given up all hope. Her only chance was to escape but that seemed impossible. In the meantime she had to parade in front of Marvin like a toy poodle while his eyes ate up her ass and pussy. She couldn't deny that it turned her on to be looked at so hungrily, but she hated every moment of it.
Marvin finally made her stop walking. He forced her to stand in front of him with her back turned to his face. He told her to move her legs apart and bend over.
"Come on," he said, "don't be bashful, cutie. Show us your ass. Pull your buns apart and show us that little glory hole."
She did as he asked. She knew she had no choice, not if she wanted to avoid punishment. She reached behind her, pulled her ass-cheeks open to show him her ass-hole.
She heard the grunt of pleasure that came out of his throat. For a brief moment she found it thrilling. It was so lewd to expose herself to them like this. But then the moment passed and once again she was overcome with shame.
Then Marvin said, "Stick your finger in your ass, honey. Don't you ever play with it? Show me."
She wanted to crawl into a corner somewhere. Her heart pounding, she slipped her fingers into her asscrack, found her ass-hole with her forefinger and slowly pushed the finger inside her grommet.
Her bunghole was loose enough now to take her finger easily. Let him look, she thought. Maybe he'd get turned on so much he'd have a heart attack. It would serve him right. She hoped he would drop dead right there behind her. She wiggled her finger in her ass, corkscrewed it in and out to show him how easy it was to stretch her shithole.
Then she felt his hands on her ass. He pulled her finger out of her ass-hole and substituted his thumb. He rolled his thumb around inside her shitter and chuckled at the way she squirmed.
"Maybe later on I'll watch you take a shit," he said. "I like to see the turds come out of a pretty ass-hole."
After that he pulled his thumb out of her ass and made her turn around and get down on her knees to suck his cock. He held her head with both hands and showed her how he liked to have his prick pumped by her mouth. She trembled when he told her he was going to fuck her ass. He told her to get his cock good and stiff and as wet as she wanted.
"The wetter the better," he said with a snicker, "unless you want me going in dry."
When his cock was hard and throbbing, he made her stand up again and told her to bend over. This time Gordon held her, forcing her to keep her body bent at the waist, her legs apart, her creamy ass offered to Marvin.
He moved behind her, stroked her ass-cheeks, rubbed his cock up and down in her asscrack, and then suddenly the knob of his prick was pushing at her brownie and slipping inside.
It was easy. Her ass-hole opened like a little mouth and he buried the full length of his cock inside her ass. He wriggled against her, pushing his hairy balls against her hairless cunt lips.
"First class," he said. "Squeeze down, honey, let me feel your ass suck on my cock."
She did it. No matter how loose her ass-hole was, she felt as though his cock was in her throat. She clamped down on his prick, squeezing his cockshaft with the elastic muscles of her shitter. She felt completely subjugated, completely at his mercy, her ass speared by his hot cock and her pussy drooling cunt-juice with excitement. Yes, excitement. She had to admit it to herself. Not to them. She would rather die than reveal her pleasure to them.
The feel of his cock in her ass was heavenly, a total experience. She could feel the throbbing of his prick, the heat of it, every inch of its length. It was like being suspended in time in the midst of a big shit. Did he really want to watch her shit? The idea of that made her wild with lust.
Helen came in just as they finished, no more than a few seconds after Marvin dumped his load in Susan's ass. The blonde chuckled and watched her husband pull his cock out of Susan's sucking shithole.
"You've got her shit on your prick," Helen said. "Make her suck it clean."
Susan balked. She cried out she wouldn't do it. Helen slapped her face and twisted her nipples until she thought she'd faint. She finally yielded, and a moment later she was down on her knees with Marvin's shit-streaked cock in her mouth. She sucked him clean, her mind reeling at the taste of her own shit on her tongue.
Then she felt Helen's hands on her, the blonde's fingers sliding over her ass and into her asscrack. Susan gasped as Helen pushed two fingers inside her recently fucked ass-hole.
"Delicious," Helen said. "I can feel your spunk, Marvin. She's got a lovely little ass, hasn't she?"
"First class, an ass with class." He chuckled and pulled at Susan's head to get more of his prick in her mouth.
When the ordeal was over, Helen led Susan away, took her down the hall to the kitchen and made her stand with her head bowed while she told her about her duties. From now on she'd be a complete slave, always available, always ready to satisfy every whim they had.
"You'll be good at it," Helen said. "That's true, isn't it, darling?"
When Susan suddenly protested and said she hated them all and she'd rather die than be their slave, Helen swung a roundhouse blow with the flat of her hand and knocked Susan to the floor. She kicked Susan's ass, forced her to roll over on her belly and dug the pointed heels of her shoes into Susan's ass-cheeks.
"You're a silly girl, don't you know that?"
"Please stop..."
"I ought to make you bleed."
"Please..."
"Will you behave?"
"Yes, I promise."
Helen stepped back, allowed Susan to rise and smiled at her. "You're lucky you're so pretty. I don't like to break pretty things. I like pretty things to be nice to me. You know what I mean, don't you?"
Susan whimpered. "I'm not sure."
"I think my pussy's a little wet now. Would you like to lick it up?"
"Well..."
"Tell me."
"I guess I have no choice."
"That's right, you have no choice. You're a smart girl. But it's more than that, isn't it? When you had your pretty face in my ass, you liked it. I could tell. You just loved eating my ass. Would you like to do it again? Stick your tongue out, sweetie. First show it to me and then I'll let you put it in my ass."
Susan slipped her tongue out of her mouth. She was afraid to refuse Helen because the blonde had a crazy look in her eyes.
Helen smiled, lifted her dress and slipped her panties off. Then she turned her back to show Susan her broad white ass. "Now suck my ass," Helen said. "Get your mouth on it and suck, darling. Show me how talented you are."
Whimpering, Susan crawled on her knees and buried her face against Helen's bare ass-cheeks. She found the smell of Helen's ass intoxicating. The blonde used an expensive perfume and the scent was marvelous. When Helen reached back to pull her ass-cheeks open, Susan moaned and searched for the blonde's puckered ass-hole with her lips.
She sucked on the rim awhile, sometimes gently rubbing it, and then she stiffened her tongue and slowly pushed it deep inside Helen's ass-hole.
Helen chuckled. "That's where you belong, darling ... that's it, move that pretty tongue in and out ... lovely, just lovely ... can you feel it when I clamp down?. . . Tonight after dinner Marvin will put his cock in my ass and
I'll have you suck his jism out when he's finished..."
Susan's mind whirled, filled with the taste and smell of Helen's feminine ass. It was different than doing it to a man. Helen was soft and smelled delicious and it was thrilling to ream her pretty ass-hole with her tongue. A month ago the idea of doing this to another woman would have seemed crazy and impossible. But here she was doing it and unquestionably liking it. This part, anyway. She didn't like the beatings, the degradation, the pain.
Sometimes she liked the fucking, but not often. But sticking her tongue in Helen's attractive ass definitely turned her on. She couldn't explain it. All she could do was shiver with excitement at the feel of Helen's ass-hole clamping down on her exploring tongue.
After a while Helen pulled her ass away from Susan's face. She turned around and smiled down at Susan and told her she wanted to piss in Susan's mouth. The blonde chuckled when she saw the way Susan's face became pale.
"Don't be silly," Helen said. "It's important that you get used to it. Come on, now, get that lovely mouth over here."
On her knees, Susan shifted forward to get her mouth under Helen's wide open crotch.
"That's good," Helen said. "Hold it right there, darling. Keep your mouth open ... that's it ... here it comes, darling, here it comes..."
And the next moment a stream of hot piss gushed out of her pussy to fall on Susan's upturned face. Most of it went directly into Susan's open mouth, but some of it splashed on her face and she had to close her eyes to keep them dry.
Helen shuddered. She had a full bladder and it was a great relief to let herself go like this. She watched her piss stream into the brunette's open mouth, watched it splatter Susan's face and drench her cheeks and chin and run down her throat. Sliding her fingers into her gash, Helen found her clit and brought herself off as she continued pissing on Susan.
When Helen was finished with Susan, she pushed the brunette away, wiped her pussy with her panties and called Gordon. "Take the slut upstairs," Helen said.
Gordon led Susan to the upstairs bathroom and watched her while she cleaned up. He took the piss-soaked clothes from her and handed her new things to wear, a new blouse and apron and new stockings and shoes and a red lace garter belt. When Susan was dressed again, Gordon chuckled and ran his big hand over her bare ass.
"You got a great little ass," he said.
She quivered under his touch. She hated the feel of his clammy fingers but he was her only hope. Without his help she could never hope to escape from this horrible place.
"Do you really like me, Gordon?"
"Sure."
"Then why don't you fuck me? I'm dying for you to fuck me, Gordon. Let's do it here. We have time now and no one will know."
She could see the interest in his eyes, in the way he looked at her half-naked body. He hesitated a long moment and then at last he shrugged and began unbuckling his belt.
A shudder ran through her when he dropped his pants and shorts. His cock was already hard, a long thick sausage of cockmeat fearsome in its size.
"Go on, touch it," he said, pulling her hand toward his prick and forcing her fingers to curl around his cockshaft.
She fondled his cock, partly because he was forcing her to do it but partly because the warm feel of his huge cockpole brought the juices gushing out of her pussy. She could feel the wetness of her cunt, the juice dribbling down the insides of her thighs.
Gordon thought about how to do it, and then finally he sat down on the toilet seat and told her to climb onto his lap. "You ride me, baby, just like a cowgirl."
She was afraid. She was sure it would be painful to take his huge cock in her poor little pussy. She climbed onto his lap the way he wanted her to, and then she caught her breath as Gordon pushed his enormous cockhead against the mouth of her cunt.
"Please be careful, Gordon."
"It's all yours. Just sit down on it as slow as you want. Come on, we don't have all day in here. If they find out about this, I'll get my ass chewed out."
She did it. As carefully as possible, she eased her body down and her cunt swallowed first the knob of his cock and then inch after inch of his huge cockshaft. His prick had to be as thick as her wrist, but somehow she was able to take it, at least half of it anyway. She stopped at the halfway point and then very carefully took another two inches and then another inch after that.
Now she could feel his fat cockhead pushing at her insides. She had at least eight inches of hard throbbing cockmeat in her cunt and she had to stifle a groan for fear of making too much noise. One thing was certain-she'd never had so much cockmeat inside her pussy and nothing had ever felt more wonderful.
"Oh, Gordon..."
"You like it?"
"It's so big ... it's wonderful..."
"You got a nice tight cunt, real nice."
"Will you help me escape, Gordon? Maybe we can go away together."
"The hell with that, you don't escape. Come on now, fuck up and down. Move your ass and fuck."
She moved tentatively at first, but then she found the more she moved the easier it was. Her cunt was thoroughly lubricated and she discovered she had no problem rising and falling, no problem fucking her pussy up and down on his horsecock. That's it, she thought. It's like I'm fucking a horse.
She came first, groaning and making mewling noises, and then Gordon came and hosed his jism inside her spasming cunthole.
She asked him again about helping her escape and once again he refused.
An hour later, after Gordon had left her, Helen came at her spitting and slammed her into a wall.
"So you want to escape, do you? You want to leave us? You'll get it now, you little bitch! By the time I'm through with you, you'll wish you were dead."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Gordon's ass was big and hairy and gave off a scent of sweat and male essence that made Susan's head whirl.
She was on her knees behind him, facing his ass, her eyes on the dark puckered ring of his hairy ass-hole.
Gordon was naked below his waist, kneeling on the rug with his legs spread wide, his huge nuts hanging down like a sack of lemons.
Helen had ordered Susan's punishment and this was the first phase of it. Susan had to suck Gordon's ass, get his cock hard so he could ravage her ass-hole. Helen stood there beside them, smiling down, taunting Susan, her eyes glittering as she watched the fear and loathing in Susan's face.
Susan was frightened and revolted and she wished she was dead.
Gordon's brownie winked at her. The rim of his ass-hole was puckered and raised, dark-brown in color, and around it grew a ring of dark hair, curled and tangled and matted with his sweat. She found it hypnotic to look at, and as she watched it, the pursed grommet opened and closed again as though inviting her to get closer to it.
"Go on," Helen said, "get your face in his ass before I hit you again. Next time I hit you, I'll work on your pretty face. Is that what you want?"
Trembling with fear," Susan moved her face closer to Gordon's ass, shut her eyes, extended her tongue and made the first contact with his humid asscrack. The musky scent, the salty taste, the heat of his ass went to her head.
She began licking his ass-hole, slowly lapping her the flat of her tongue up and down, up and down. She imagined she could feel each wrinkle in his puckered grommet, each tendril of hair. His ass rim quivered beneath her tongue, opened and closed and opened again. A growling sound came out of Gordon's throat and he shifted backward a bit to get more of her face against his ass.
Chuckling, Helen crouched down, slid her hand over Susan's naked ass and pinched her ass-cheeks. "Go on, now, get your tongue inside. Gordon hasn't had a pretty girl's tongue in his ass in a long time. Give it a workout, sweetie. Get his cock stiff if you don't want to get hurt again."
Shuddering, Susan centered the tip of her tongue on the ring of Gordon's ass-hole. She hesitated a moment, then she stiffened her tongue and slowly pushed it inside the elastic grommet.
"Oh, yeah, that's good," Gordon said, his voice tight. Helen smiled. "You like that Gordon?" "You bet."
Helen was amused. Susan was a delicious find, attractive, obviously prudish, and just rebellious enough to make things interesting. Helen liked cock once in a while, but her main interest was pussy. She liked to hurt them, not too much, but enough to get her jollies. Most of all, she liked them obedient. There was nothing that turned her on more than a pretty young housewife like Susan at her beck and call, ready for any whim she might have.
Before long Susan would be a lovely little masochist, a willing slave. Helen had seen it happen before. The last girl had been a ravishing blonde suburban mother who loved to be beaten and pissed on and sometimes more. There were times when Ingrid had begged Helen to shit on her. Helen had enjoyed that. It was messy, of course, but there was a special thrill in squatting over a pretty girl and watching the turds fall on her face.
She was building up a lech to do that to Susan. She had an idea Susan might go for it in a big way. You had to lead them along, show them what they wanted because usually they had no idea themselves. It would be great fun to watch Gordon fuck Susan's ass. He would certainly hurt her, but he'd finish the job. Helen meant to see that huge horsecock of his deep inside the brunette's ass. In the meantime Susan seemed lost inside Gordon's ass-hole, her face pushed between his hairy ass-cheeks, her tongue reaming out his hot shit hole. She loves it, Helen thought. She's getting a good taste of his shit and she loved every moment of it.
It was only partly true, of course. Susan was excited by the terrible lewdness of what she was doing, but she hated the way Helen lorded over her. She still wasn't used to that, not completely. It was true she was beginning to accept things, even to the point of sometimes liking it when they ordered her to do filthy acts she could never do voluntarily. But she was still new at it, still uncertain, still afraid of what this new life had in store for her.
It was almost as if she was a new person, as if she'd undergone a sort of transformation. It was strange and also thrilling. She could no longer deny the thrill of it. It was thrilling to have her face pressed against Gordon's musky-smelling ass, her tongue fluttering in his steaming ass-hole. She could tell by the sounds he made, by the way he moved that he was enjoying it.
Helen could tell that too. She liked watching Gordon get his rocks off. The big brute was such an animal, and that donkey-prick between his legs was enough to set any woman's juices flowing. As far as Marvin's cock was concerned, she could take it or leave it, but Gordon's monster was something else. Crouching down, she reached under his belly to find the massive cylinder of his cock. She could hardly close her hand around it. She squeezed it, pumped it a few times and tested its stiffness. Oh, yes, he was ready.
Before long Gordon began making grunting sounds and Helen pushed Susan's face away from his ass. She did not want Gordon coming, not now. She wanted his cock completely hard when he went into Susan's ass-hole.
"Now clean up my pussy," Helen said to Susan. Watching you tongue-fuck Gordon's ass made me drip a little. Get over here and clean it up."
Susan had to crawl to Helen. The blonde raised her skirt, spread her legs to make her cunt available. In a moment Susan had her face under it, her tongue swabbing Helen's juicy gash.
Susan had sucked Helen's pussy so often by now, she knew every nook and cranny, all the different smells and varied tastes of her cunt-flesh. At the moment Helen's cunt bush had a slightly pissy smell, but when a woman had as much crotch hair as Helen that was to be expected. Anyway, it wasn't that bad. Susan closed her eyes and lapped and sucked Helen's ripe cuntflesh and told herself things could be worse. Maybe she was getting to like it. It was awful to be forced to do it like this, but she did find it pleasant to run her tongue over a hot pussy. Or inside a hairy masculine ass. You've become a slut, Susan thought. She quivered as she nibbled on Helen's drooping cunt lips.
After a while Helen said it was time to go upstairs to the playroom. Susan was afraid now. She knew what was coming and she was certain she'd never survive it. But she went along meekly, allowed herself to be led into the playroom and over to the leather horse. Helen and Gordon went to work on her, and before long they had her where they wanted her.
Susan whimpered as they tied her to the leather horse. They had her bent over with her head hanging down and her ass in the air. Her ankles were pulled wide apart and chained to the legs of the horse. She was terribly frightened. She was certain Gordon's huge cock would damage her insides if he pushed it inside her ass. She was certain she couldn't take it, not a cock like that. It was true her ass-hole was stretched now and she could take an ordinary cock without difficulty, but Gordon's cock was certainly not ordinary. They'll kill me, she thought. First it would be horribly painful and then she would die.
After that Gordon peeled his clothes off and Helen brought out a jar of Vaseline. The blonde had a lovely time rubbing the Vaseline over Gordon's huge prick. She loved handling it, loved feeling the weight of his meat in her hand. His nuts always drove her wild. It was hard to believe any man could have balls so big. It was almost enough to make her forget all about the joys of pussy. Toying with Gordon's cock was always something special and it always got to her.
When she had Gordon's big cock coated with grease, Helen pushed him closer to Susan and brought his fat cockhead to Susan's ass-hole. "Open your ass, honey," Helen said. "Push out like you do when you shit. It'll be easier on you that way."
The blonde's eyes glittered as she watched Gordon's enormous cockhead push at Susan's dainty brown ass-hole. But of course Susan had been stretched enough. She'd feel pain taking Gordon's huge cock, but Helen knew she could do it and still survive. She certainly didn't want the pretty brunette dying on her, not so soon.
Then a mewling sound of pleasure came out of Helen's throat as she watched Gordon's bloated cockhead slowly push into Susan's widely stretched shithole.
"That's it," she said. "Go on, Gordon, give it to her. I want every damn inch of your prick in her ass."
Susan could hardly breathe. She was certain he was ripping her ass open, certain she must be torn and bleeding. The pain was deep and terrible and beyond anything she'd imagined. She felt like someone's fist had been shoved inside her ass, and a big fist at that. And she could feel him sliding more and more of his horsecock into her butt. Was there no end to it?
Susan was unable to look at her own ass-hole, but Helen and Gordon had a clear view. Helen shivered with arousal at the sight of it. Watching a pretty dolly get her ass-hole reamed out was always a turn-on. And with Gordon's huge cock doing the reaming, you always had a good show, lovely stretching of the ass-hole ring, the girl groaning that deep groan that came only with ass-fucking.
Helen had more than once strapped on a fat rubber cock to fuck the ass off a chick she'd just met in a bar. Most of them loved it. The women in their fifties were the best, some of them so hungry for it they blew their cookies at the first stretching of the cute brown eye. Lord, how stiff her clit was! Watching pretty Susan's tight little ass-hole take Gordon's cock was exciting enough to melt a stone.
Gordon was fucking more or less smoothly now, his thick cock sliding in and out slowly but surely, his heavy balls slapping against Susan's bare pussy lips at the end of each powerful stroke.
Susan was no longer aware of where she was. Her world now consisted only of her ass and Gordon's sliding cock. She could feel every ridge on his donkey-prick, every bump and vein, the huge flared cockhead each time he pulled back far enough to stretch her ass-ring even further.
There was pleasure, a hot searing pleasure that had long since wiped out any pain. Her ass was on fire, her bowels twitching with blast after blast of ass-fucking bliss.
"She loves it," Helen said. "The little bitch loves having her ass split open. Ram it in, Gordon. She wants everything you have."
Snickering, Helen slid her hand underneath Susan to dip her fingers in the brunette's pussy.
As Helen expected, Susan's cunt was a mess of juice and swollen pussymeat, the sure sigh of a girl getting her jollies from a sliding cock.
And then suddenly the door of the playroom opened and Helen's husband walked in. Marvin grinned when he saw what was going on. He came over to get a close look at Gordon's prick stretching Susan's ass-hole. His arm slipped around his wife's waist and his hand moved up to cup one of her tits.
"What's happening, Helen? How come you're letting Gordon do all the work? Nothing to add?"
"I was hoping you'd be here to help us," Helen said, her voice teasing.
She wasn't that anxious to play with Marvin but his hand did feel good on her tit. She realized how silly it was to still have her clothes on while Gordon and Susan were stripped naked. Now that Marvin was here, they could have a wild foursome and do a few nasty things to pretty Susan.
Running her hand over the front of Marvin's pants, she squeezed his prick, and said, "Join us, lover? I'll suck your lollipop if you take your clothes off."
Marvin chuckled and in a moment they faced each other and began stripping.
Gordon continued fucking his cock in and out of Susan's ass like a relentless machine. He was far from coming. He liked to hold back when he had his cock in a tight ass like this. It wasn't often he got the chance to fuck such a pretty ass-hole and he wanted to make it last a long time.
Susan had lost track of how many times she'd come. She heard someone wailing and groaning and she realized it was her own voice. Never in her life had she experienced anything like this, not this deep thundering penetration to the depths of her being.
Helen had stripped down to the essentials now. Her big fat-nippled tits jiggled and swayed, pendulous but still attractive. She wore a pink lace garter belt, dusky hose and black high-heeled sandals. She knew she had the looks, great legs and a lovely big ass and hanging tits that brought water to the mouths of both men and women. The lez girls always went for her in a big way, they liked big tits, fat nipples to suck on.
When Marvin was finally naked, he faced Helen and grinned as he stroked his cock. "Let's have a wrap-around," he said.
Helen nodded and followed Marvin as he sat down in a chair facing Gordon and Susan. His idea was to watch Gordon give his meat to Susan's ass-hole while Helen worked on his prick.
In a moment Helen was on her knees, crouched between Marvin's spread legs, her hands holding and lifting her big tits and wrapping them over Marvin's upstanding cock.
It was an old game they played. Helen rolled her tits over Marvin's cock, pumping his prick in the warm groove between her tits. She did that awhile, and then she stopped and closed her mouth over his bloated cockhead and began sucking.
Yummy, Helen thought. She did like the feel of a warm cock in her mouth. Marvin never realized how often she took care of Gordon, milked him like the donkey he was. Marvin's prick was average sized and tasty enough, but Gordon's was a real mouthful. And when Gordon came you knew you had a load of spunk in your mouth. Those huge balls of his were not fooling, they could put out enough jizz for three ordinary men. Every gal, gay or not, liked a bit of cock-sucking under the right circumstances. Helen knew a few dollies with a definite passion for cock-sucking, provided they could call the shots and drain the man on their own terms.
She knew what she'd do this evening. She'd get Marvin to fuck Susan's pussy while Gordon spiked her ass. That would be fun. She'd see the girl double-fucked and then have Susan suck the goodies out of her front and back. No missing the back. Once she had a girl like Susan in the house, her ass-hole seemed to be tingling for a tongue about every hour or so.
At last, pulling her mouth off Marvin's prick and using her fingers to keep him stiff, Helen told him what she wanted. "She can top-ride you," she said. "Then Gordon can get in her ass again and the two of you can go to town."
Marvin smiled. "The last time we did that, the girl pissed on me."
"Don't say you didn't like it."
"I've got a few ideas about later on."
"Knowing you, they must be filthy as hell."
"How'd you guess? Come on, it's time I got my cock in a pussy."
CHAPTER NINE
Helen and Marvin had Susan in the privacy of their bedroom. All three of them lay on the wide bed, Susan at the foot of it with her mouth slowly and carefully sucking in Helen's toes.
Helen had her hand on Marvin's prick. His pecker was limp now, all fucked out after a wild session fucking Susan's cunt and ass. Helen had made Susan clean Marvin's prick after it came out of her ass. She liked having his cock in her hand right after he'd fucked. He was at his weakest then, his prick soft, his balls empty. like Samson after his haircut, weak and controllable.
"I have an idea," Helen said.
Marvin grunted. "What's that?"
"You know that party tonight?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's bring Susan along. Don't you think that's a good idea? We'll do it eventually, so why not now?"
"Christ, I don't know..."
"Let's do it, Marvin. We haven't brought a girl there in a long time and we'll have great fun."
She talked him into it without much trouble. Susan heard every word as she continued sucking Helen's pretty feet. A party? Susan wondered if she'd have a good time. She no longer thought about escaping, not any more. She was content here. She never had to make any decisions about anything, Helen was always there to tell her what to do. They hardly ever beat her now, they just told her what they wanted from her and she did it and almost always she enjoyed it-even the nasty things.
But there was plenty of the ordinary stuff too, plenty of fucking, especially in her ass. Her ass-hole was wide and loose now and they made her keep herself clean there. Marvin fucked her ass a lot. He said she was just right for him now, not too loose yet. Even Helen liked playing with her ass, usually with two or three fingers but sometimes with a dildo. And Gordon. He didn't get to fuck her too much with that big cock of his, she wasn't his slave, after all. When he did fuck her, used her pussy and the size and length of his cock always made her crazy with lust.
My first party in a long time, Susan thought. She wondered who would be there as she sucked on Helen's big toe. Helen's toes were pink and dainty, the nails polished a bright red and Susan thought they were very sexy.
After a while Susan pulled her mouth off Helen's toes and said, "Can I go to the bathroom?"
"To do what?" Helen said.
"I have to pee."
"Do it here," Marvin said. "Get the pan and do it where we can see it."
Susan blushed and nodded. It was really awful to have to piss in front of them, but the idea of it gave her a shiver of pleasure. She brought the pan out of the bathroom and set it down on the floor.
Then she squatted over the pan, straddled it with her legs on either side of it and her ass lowered until she was almost touching it. She was facing the couple on the bed and they could see everything, her bald pussy, all of her crotch.
At last she let go and a stream of hot piss splattered into the pan.
His eyes glittering, Marvin made a mewling sound of approval. "Niagara Falls," he said.
Helen chuckled. "That's what you said on our honeymoon, remember?"
"Did I say that?"
"You got me to piss standing up and half of it went on the floor."
"I think I want her to lie down so I can piss on her."
Helen snickered. "Watching her tinkle gets to you, does it? All right, but do it in the bathtub, please. I don't want my rug wet."
Susan put up no fuss when they pushed her into the bathroom. She climbed into the large bathtub and stretched out on her back. Marvin came up to the edge of the tub and stood there wagging his long prick at her.
"Open your cunt," he said.
Susan obediently opened her pussy with her fingers and the next moment a stream of yellow piss jetted out of Marvin's prick to fall on her gaping pussy. His piss was hot and heavy and the force of it falling on her cut made her quiver and shake in a sudden climax.
"Look at the bitch, she's coming," Marvin said.
He waited until Susan finished trembling and then he moved the stream of piss to her tits and then her face. Susan kept her eyes tightly shut, but she opened her mouth to get some of it down her throat and within seconds she was coming again.
"That's lovely," Helen said with a smile.
She toyed with her cunt as she watched them. Watching a girl get a golden shower always made her clit stiff. She rubbed her clit-shaft now, pulling at the hood to get the head of her clit exposed and then teasing it with her fingernail.
Marvin finally finished pissing. He shook his prick to get the last drops of piss off the tip, and then he turned to Helen. "Your turn, lover. Let's have a look at that hairy cunt of yours while you give her a bath."
"Don't be nasty, I'm not that hairy."
"Sure you are, you're as hairy as they come. And you do come, don't you?"
Helen ignored his teasing. "What I'm going to do is more substantial than peeing. If you're not in the mood for it, you'd better get out."
Marvin chuckled. "I'm not getting out, I'm staying. I haven't seen you at it in years."
It was true. Helen was turned on by the idea of him watching her.
Marvin remained close to the tub. He did not want to miss anything. It wasn't often Helen let him play with her like this and it really got to him. He watched her as she climbed into the tub and turned her back to Susan's face. Helen was still something to look at, a true blonde with pale skin and a broad lush ass and tits like honey dew melons.
She bent over now, put her hands on her thighs above her knees and shifted backwards until she had her ass over Susan's face. Marvin moved to the side to see more of his wife's ass. He watched as Helen reached back to fondle her ass-cheeks and pull them apart and expose her pink ass-hole.
Marvin fixed his eyes on Helen's ass-hole, and then he caught his breath as her puckered grommet opened and widened and the beginning of a turd slowly appeared.
Susan, of course, was watching it also. Her heart pounded as more and more of the turd eased out of Helen's ass. Helen had never done this to her, not this way, not with Marvin watching. She was hypnotized by the sight of Helen's ass-hole stretched by the sliding turd. And then the next moment the turd was free and Susan quickly twisted her face away as the turd dropped heavily on her chin and throat.
Helen groaned and Marvin chuckled and Susan turned her face back to wait for the next delivery.
* * *
It was a wild party, a crowded party, a party of well-dressed people who looked at Susan and recognized what she was and then leered at her. Both men and women, some of the women leering more than the men.
Helen had paid a great deal of attention to the way Susan was dressed. She was bound in leather, leather cuffs connecting her wrists behind her back, a leather slave-collar with a long chain attached to it, a leather bra with open cups so that her tits hung out like two ripe pears, black opaque nylons held up by a thin black garter belt, black pumps with spike heels. Her pussy was freshly shaved, her cunt lips colored with a bright red lipstick.
Helen had attached a clip to each cunt lip, and each clip in turn had a tassle attached to it. The tassles hung down between Susan's thighs, ready to be tugged or pulled to cause her pain or simply to open her cunt lips. In her ass-hole she had an anal plug with a pink pompon attached to the outside end of it. Helen thought the pompon was a clever touch. And then the ball-gag. Susan hadn't worn a ball-gag in a long time, but now she had one again, a black rubber ball in her mouth, the straps around the lower part of her face and attached behind her head. The straps were tight enough to keep the ball in place, but there was enough slack to allow the ball to be pulled out to free her mouth.
She was the star attraction. They gawked at her, some of them embarrassed, but mostly they just gawked and leered. Susan could read their minds. They wanted to know who she was and how authentic a slave she was and what she would do later on when the party heated up. They wondered if they'd get to play with her.
Susan shuddered as a tall thin woman approached them, smiled at Helen and reached out to pinch one of Susan's nipples.
"Lucky Helen," the woman said. "Where did you ever find this one?"
Helen smiled. "Hello, Stella, is your sister here?"
"She couldn't make it. Do you mind if...? " "Go right ahead."
And the next moment Stella's hand dropped to Susan's pussy. She tugged tentatively at one of the tassles, and then she grew more bold and pulled both tassles until Susan winced.
Still holding the tassles in her hand, Stella stepped back so she could examine the way the clips pulled at Susan's cunt lips. "That's delicious," Stella said with a smile. "And I bet you've trained her to do all sorts of things in the John?"
Helen chuckled. "Take her and find out."
"Really? Oh, you're a darling, Helen. What's her name?"
"Susan."
"Come along, Susan. We'll get to know each a little better."
Susan went along as though in a trance, meekly following Stella out of the crowded room and down a long hall to a bathroom. When they were inside, Stella closed and locked the door and smiled at Susan and pulled the ball-bag out of her mouth.
"Oh, what a lovely piece you are. Gorgeous little cunt, those clips drive me wild. Does it hurt when I pull like this?"
Susan whimpered. "Yes."
"I don't want to hurt you too much. Maybe later, but not now."
Lifting her skirt, Stella opened the lid of the toilet and sat down. She wore no panties, and in a moment her piss gushed into the bowl and she smiled at Susan. When she was finished, she rose up with her skirt still at her waist and turned to flush the toilet. Susan couldn't help admiring Stella's lush thighs and ass.
Then Stella faced Susan again. Lifting one leg, the tall woman placed her foot on the toilet lid and pointed at the dark bush of hair in her crotch.
"Clean it, precious."
Susan went down on her knees in front of the woman and shifted forward to get her mouth on Stella's hairy cunt. Licking with broad strokes of her tongue, Susan cleaned the piss out of Stella's cunt gash.
After that Stella returned Susan to Helen, complimented Helen on Susan's behavior.
"She's lovely," Stella said. "I wouldn't mind having her for a day or two when you're feeling generous."
Helen chuckled and said she'd think about it and patted Susan's ass. She led Susan away to a corner-and made Susan sit down on a low velvet stool. "Stay right here," Helen said. "I'll be back in a moment."
Susan sat there quietly, her hands still manacled behind her back, the ball-gag once more in her mouth. She blushed each time someone stopped to look at her. No one touched her, however, and soon Helen returned with an elegant-looking man with white hair.
Pulling the gag out of Susan's mouth, Helen said, "Try this first, Roger."
"What about that cute pompon?"
"Maybe later. Try her mouth first."
And the next moment Roger had his fly unzipped and his cock hanging out of his pants. He had a long thin prick with a big prick-knob. Susan looked at it and sniffed it and then she opened her mouth and Roger used his hand to slip his cockhead between her lips.
Gripping his prick behind his cockhead with her lips, she began bobbing her mouth back and forth along his cockshaft. Roger made a guttural sound and started fucking her face. They soon found a rhythm together. Susan liked the taste of his prick. She liked the way he shifted his hips forward and back to fuck her mouth. But his cock never got really hard and she wondered if he'd ever come.
Then suddenly her mouth was filled with fluid. At first she thought it was jism, but then she tasted the salt and she realized it was piss. Instead of shooting a load of spunk in her mouth, Roger was pissing down her throat. He liked doing it, that was obvious. He wiggled his hips until his bladder was drained, and then he slowly pulled his prick out of her mouth and wiped his cockhead across her lips.
"Very nice," Roger said. "What do you want for her?"
Helen snickered. "We're not thinking about that yet." Then she looked at Susan. "Get up, darling. Roger wants a look at your ass."
Susan rose up and turned and leaned forward. Helen pulled the pompon and plug out of Susan's ass-hole and held Susan's ass-cheeks apart.
"Roger?"
"Oh, my word," he said, "what have you had in there, a baseball bat?"
Helen chuckled. "Tighten your ass, Susan."
Susan clamped her ass-hole shut and Roger groaned with appreciation. "I'm asking you again what you want?"
"Not now, Roger. Let's wait till later."
After that Susan had to sit on the stool again. Helen left the ball-gag out of her mouth and before long a parade of men visited Susan to look at her and squeeze her tits and dip their cocks in her mouth. None of them pissed in her mouth the way Roger had done, but most of them did leave her with a load of spunk. The party was in full swing now and some men had already shot off once or twice with other women. These men hardly had any jism for Susan, but there were others who did and after a dozen or so cocks had shot off in her mouth, Susan's head reeled with the smell and taste of hot cockcream.
During all this time she still had her hands manacled behind her back. The anal plug was in her ass again and each time she squirmed on the stool she could feel the plug twisting in her ass-hole.
By the time midnight rolled along, most of the people in the room had their clothes off and Susan no longer felt awkward. She was fascinated by these people, by how freely they behaved in public. This was her first orgy and she thought the whole thing was spectacular. Then Helen returned, grabbed hold of the chain attached to Susan's collar and led her to the center of the room.
Susan had no idea what was happening, but in a moment she found herself surrounded by three naked men. She was soon very busy with them, sucking their cocks according to Helen's orders. A crowd had gathered to watch them. Susan blushed when Helen told the men to turn around so Susan could rim their ass-holes. But Susan did what she had to do. She was experienced enough now to detect the slight difference in the taste of each man's ass.
She found great pleasure in it, relished the idea of being so subservient. The men were complete strangers and it was fun to stroke her tongue in and out of their hairy ass-holes and hear them grunt with satisfaction.
After that they fucked her, and for the first time in her life she had three-men at the same time. Or rather they had her, since certainly she was the one on the receiving end.
She had a cock in her mouth and a cock in her pussy and a cock in her ass. Then the cock in her ass was replaced by another cock and in a moment she realized it was Roger.
She hardly moved on the cock in her pussy and that man lasted a long time.
But three men shot off in her mouth and four men in her ass and at the end she had jism drooling out of her mouth and ass-hole at the same time.
The man underneath her, the one with his cock in her pussy, finally came. She was about to climb off him when another man grabbed her head and suddenly she had another cock in her mouth.
The new man looked down at her and said, "Hello, Susan."
Her lips stretched wide by his cock, Susan looked up at him and almost choked.
It was Charlie. The cock she had in her mouth was Charlie's cock, Charlie, her husband!
CHAPTER TEN
They were sitting in their own living room, halfway through a bottle of wine and Charlie mellow and smiling. "Get the Vaseline," he said.
A week had passed since the party, since Charlie's discovery of Susan. He'd claimed her from Helen and Marvin and brought her back home. But things were different now. It was almost like they had a new marriage, like Charlie was someone else, like she was someone else. Charlie knew everything about her, he'd made her tell him every detail, even the nasty things. He'd been amused. He'd looked at her and smiled and said he never knew she had it in her. Then he did all the nasty things to her himself and Susan realized she could get from Charlie whatever she'd had from the others.
She went for the Vaseline. She carried it back to the living room and Charlie said, "Grease your ass-hole. Do it here so I can watch."
He hardly ever fucked her pussy, nearly always her ass. She didn't mind. She loved it in the ass now. Her ass-hole was much more sensitive than her pussy and she loved having his thick cock sliding in and out of her butt and then ramming hard when he came. He said she now had the biggest ass-hole he'd ever seen on a woman, but he said it was great for ass-fucking because she could still make it tight by clamping down.
Turning her back to him, she knelt on the rug, raised her skirt over her ass and pulled her panties down to her knees. Then she opened the jar of Vaseline, scooped some of the grease with her fingers and brought it to the crack of her ass.
She slowly rubbed her fingers up and down in her asscrack and dabbed some of the Vaseline inside her ass-hole. Charlie was right about her ass-hole. She could slip two fingers inside without any trouble.
"What are you doing?" Charlie said. "I didn't tell you to jerk off."
"I'm not jerking off, Charlie. I'm just putting some Vaseline inside."
"Did they make you do that?"
"Sometimes. Usually someone else did it."
"You really got off on that guy Gordon's big prick, huh?"
"I thought we weren't going to talk about that any more."
"Answer the question, cunt."
"Yes, it was nice."
"Show me three fingers in your ass."
"I don't know if I can."
"Go on, do it before I get mad."
She looked over her shoulder at him. She was disappointed because he didn't have his cock out. Probing her ass-hole again, she bunched three fingers together and began working them inside her shitter.
He chuckled. "There you go."
"It's too much..."
"The hell it is. Loosen it up, work the grease around while I get ready. You want my cock up your ass, don't you?" "Yes!"
"Then keep fucking yourself."
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of her fingers churning inside her ass-hole. It felt good, not as good as a cock would feel, but good enough. She waited for him. She wanted his hard cock reaming out her shittube. It was strange how everything had changed in their lives.
Charlie finally dropped his pants and shorts and went down on his knees behind her. He was too turned on to play around any more. Watching her finger-fuck her own ass-hole had made his cock as hard as iron and he was ready to fuck. He pushed her hands away from her ass and went to work.
A deep groan came out of her throat as Charlie's cockhead slid easily inside her shithole.
Oh, yes, indeed, she thought. There was nothing like it. She clamped down just enough to feel him stretching her shitter, and then she spread her legs and lowered her head to the floor and begged him to fuck her.
"What's your hurry?" he teased. "Let it soak a while."
"Please, Charlie..."
He chuckled and began a deep fucking of his cock in and out of her wide open ass. He liked her like this, still dressed, nothing but her lush white ass exposed, her gaping bunghole sucking at his sliding dick. She was all his now. Last night he dropped a pile of shit on her tits and she loved it. This morning when he woke up he found her sucking his nuts.
"Something special, tonight," he said.
"What's that, Charlie?"
"I've asked some friends to come over about nine o'clock. Bill Stewart and his wife. Her name's Doreen. They know all about you."
"Oh, Charlie, why did you do that? Why did you tell them?"
He smacked her ass a few times with the flat of his hand. "Because I felt like it, that's why. And you'd better be nice to them."
"I don't know them."
"You'll know them tonight. Now tighten your ass, bitch, I'm getting close."
He came soon after that. He grunted and squeezed her ass-cheeks and dumped his load in her ass-hole. She spasmed as soon as she felt his spunk-enema in her bowels. She tightened her ass-hole and sucked the hot cream out of his balls.
After that Charlie left the house to take care of some business. Susan went upstairs to shower and when she was dry again she stretched out on the bed and wondered what kind of an evening she had in store for her. These days Charlie could be mean and unpredictable. She had to admit that now she liked him that way, but she did feel afraid. She had no idea who Bill and Doreen Stewart were and she knew she'd feel uncomfortable with them if they knew that much about her.
Raising her knees, she slipped a hand into her crotch and fingered her pussy. Charlie had fucked her ass beautifully, but she needed something in her pussy sometimes.
She sent the other hand under her ass to deal with her ass-hole and she began strumming her clit.
My stiff little clittie, she thought. She pictured Charlie's cock sliding in and out of her ass and it wasn't long before she began shaking and shuddering and groaning.
* * *
When the Stewarts arrived at nine o'clock that evening, Susan was surprised at how nice they were. Or at least they seemed nice, certainly polite and laid back enough to make you feel comfortable. She was surprised Charlie had friends like this, but then she'd come to realize she didn't know all that much about Charlie, the way he didn't know all that much about her.
Bill Stewart was short and stocky, with a smiling face and black hair on the back of each hand. Susan thought he looked sexy. She imagined his body was covered with black hair, all over his chest and belly and around his cock. She couldn't look at a man these days without picturing his cock. She guessed Bill's cock would be short and thick and powerful-looking.
Doreen Stewart was tall and blonde. She had long lovely legs and narrow hips and small tits. She kept crossing and recrossing her long legs as she sat on the sofa, and more than once Susan caught a glimpse of bare thigh flesh. Susan wondered what Doreen's pussy was like. A long time had passed since she'd been near another woman and she was beginning to miss it.
They sat in the living room drinking and talking and getting to know each other. They had some good music on the stereo, and after a while Charlie and Doreen got up to dance. Bill moved over to sit next to Susan and he put his arm around her. "You're very attractive," Bill said. Susan smiled. "Thank you." "Do you like Doreen?" "She's very nice."
"She's already told me she wants you to suck her pussy. She said it as soon as we walked in."
Susan blushed. "Well, I..."
"She thinks you're a knockout."
Then Susan noticed that Charlie and Doreen were dancing close. Charlie had both his hands on Doreen's ass. Bill noticed it too and he chuckled. His arm tightened around Susan's shoulders and he fluttered his tongue inside her ear.
When Charlie and Doreen stopped dancing, Charlie looked at Susan and said, "Doreen's dying to have a look at your tits. Come on, honey, get up here and show us some skin."
Charlie made Susan get up, and then he and Doreen sat down next to Bill on the sofa.
Susan looked at Charlie and blushed. "Charlie, I..."
"Do it," Charlie growled.
She told herself she had no choice. A thrill ran through her as she slipped the spaghetti straps of her dress off her shoulder. The top of her dress dropped to her waist and her big thick-nippled tits were suddenly bare.
"Christ, look at the knockers," Bill said.
Doreen smiled. "Beautiful, just beautiful."
Susan was into it now. She moved her body, swayed to the beat of the music and slid her hands under her tits to hold them up. She rolled her thumbs over her nipples, slapped the hard tips back and forth to bring them out even more.
After a while it seemed natural to peel her dress off, push it down over her ass and drop it to her ankles. She stepped out of it, and then she bent over with her tits hanging like balloons to pick the dress up from the floor.
She was naked now. She still wore a garter belt and nylons and high-heeled sandals, but all the essentials were exposed, including her bald pussy.
The Stewarts went wild over her pussy. Charlie made her show it from both front and back. Then he made her bend over so they could get a good look at her ass-hole. The way they talked about her ass-hole made her tremble. Someone even touched it. She felt a fingertip stroking the rim of her bunghole. She thought it was Doreen's finger, but she wasn't sure.
Then Bill said he had to go to the John and Charlie ordered Susan to go along with him.
Susan wanted to hide in a corner somewhere when she saw Doreen's mocking smile. Doreen knew everything, all right. Doreen knew and Bill knew and there was nothing she could do about it. Maybe she wanted it. Maybe this was what she'd been waiting for all her life. She was standing there naked while all the others were dressed and now she'd been ordered to go to the John with Bill.
She went along. Bill made her walk in front of him so he could watch the wiggle of her ass in her garter belt and nylons and high heels. She led him to the upstairs bathroom because it was larger, more room to move around. She had no idea what to expect from him. She knew what Charlie liked, but Bill was almost a total stranger.
When they were inside the bathroom, Bill slipped his arm around her waist. "You're a cutie. Do you like cock?"
"Well, yes, I guess so..."
His hand dropped from her waist and moved over her ass and between her ass-cheeks. She found herself spreading her legs to let him get his fingers inside her pussy from behind. Then he nuzzled her ear.
"Charlie says you like piss."
Susan's heart pounded. "Sometimes Charlie talks too much."
"Go on, take my cock out, I'll give you a mouthful."
"If we're going to do that, we can do it in the bedroom."
He chuckled. "You mean because you won't spill any of it?"
She blushed and walked out of the bathroom and he followed her. She sat on the edge of the bed and when he came up to her she pulled his zipper down and struggled with his underwear to get his cock out.
Finally his prick was out of his fly. It was like she'd expected, a short thick cock with a fat knob almost purple in color. His cock was soft, but even so it was thick enough to be interesting. Opening her mouth, she lifted his prick with her fingers and sucked his cockhead between her lips.
She wet his cockhead with her saliva and then she pulled her mouth off and looked up at him. "Don't do it all at once," she said. "If you do it all at once I might spill it."
His face was flushed and his breathing heavy. "Don't worry, cutie. Go on, take it in your mouth again and we'll play the Lady and the
Fireman."
She smiled at him. She liked him. He was nicer than some of the other friends of Charlie's she'd met. She slurped his cock into her mouth again and as soon as she had the knob of his cock well behind her teeth he started pissing.
He gave it to her in spurts and because of that she was able to get all of it without losing a drop.
She loved it. It turned her on now to suck the piss out of a cock, especially when the cock was warm and fat like this one. She pulled every drop of piss out of his prick, and when he was finished she continued sucking and soon had his cock stiff and throbbing and ready for fucking.
"Fuck me in the ass," she said. "Would you like to do that?"
He curled his fingers around his prick and pulled his foreskin back and forth over his cockhead. "Show it to me. Show me your ass-hole again."
She knelt on the bed with her ass in the air while he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and shorts to the floor. He ran his hands over her ass, tickled her smooth hairless cunt lips and then circled the rim of her ass-hole with a fingertip.
"I'll fuck your pussy first," he said. "Okay, but stick it in now, stick it in and fuck me."
Later, when they went downstairs to the living room, they found Charlie fucking Doreen on the floor in the same position they'd been using upstairs on the bed.
Susan sat down and watched Charlie slowly fuck his cock in and out of Doreen's ass.
Susan thought Doreen was gorgeous, even better naked than dressed. Sometimes when a girl was thin she looked better with clothes on, but not Doreen. She was built like a thoroughbred, small pink-nippled tits, long legs and a firm little ass. Charlie seemed to have no trouble getting in and out of Doreen's ass-hole and Susan suspected the blonde got plenty of it from Bill.
Then Charlie looked at Susan and said, "Come over here, bitch. Get underneath her and work on her twat."
Susan was more than willing. She slid on her back, pushed herself between their legs until she had Doreen's blonde pussy over her face. She asked Bill for a pillow, reached out to grab it and slid it under her head. This brought her face closer to Doreen's crotch and now she was able to go to town.
She licked up and down in the juice-drenched gash of Doreen's cunt. The blonde had a lovely little clit and a succulent cunthole. A steady stream of thick white cuntslime oozed out of Doreen's cunthole to drip on Susan's fluttering tongue.
Suddenly Char he called Susan's name and told her to get some saliva on his dick. When Susan pulled her mouth off Doreen's pussy, Charlie's cockhead dropped down on her lips and she gobbled it up.
It thrilled her to have his cock in her mouth. She could taste Doreen's ass. She worked up a load of saliva and covered his prick with it. Then Charlie pulled his cock out of her mouth and pushed it back inside Doreen's ass.
Finally Charlie shot his load. He humped Doreen's ass as the jism spurted out of his cock to fill her shitter. Susan worked on Doreen's clit and the blonde got off at least twice before Charlie finished.
When they finally broke apart, Doreen was still kneeling on all fours on the rug and Susan had a good look at the blonde's ravaged ass. It turned Susan on to see Charlie's jism slowly oozing out of Doreen's gaping ass-hole.
Charlie snickered. "Go on, suck the shit out of her ass. Later we'll put the leather on you. Doreen says she wants to tie you up and whip your butt. Go on, bitch, suck the lady's ass-hole."
Susan shuddered and moved forward with her lips pursed and her tongue wagging. She had a new life now. She wondered how badly Doreen would treat her. Would she be as mean as Helen? Susan shivered with excitement as she slowly worked her tongue inside Doreen's tight little ass-hole.
