Susan Gets a Delivery

Susan Gets a Delivery, Part 8

Susan finally regained enough oxygen through her almost uncontrollable panting that she was finally able to stand erect.  Her chest was still heaving – a pleasant sight for all the club members

During her masturbation presentation, apparently all of the members had shed all of their clothing.  They were all quite naked and it was obvious that they were quite aroused.  Droplets of pre-cum could be seen on the head of every dick and on the lips of each pussy – some shaved and some quite hairy.

The sweat that had adorned every inch of Susan’s body had begun to dry.  Unbeknownst to her, a very subtle ventilation system was wafting cool air across the extent of her body.  The resulting effect was that she suddenly found herself very dry and very cool – almost to the point of being cold.

Her dry body was now forming goose bumps everywhere in response to this cooling mechanism.  Her pussy juice had dried in her matted bush and a crust was forming in and amongst the individual hairs.

Her nipples were quite erect and she was now feeling the pain signals that they had been sending to her brain throughout the entire self-abuse experience.  Fortunately for her, she had been so overwhelmed by her sexual arousal that the pain signals from her nipples had not registered.  Now there was no such distraction.  She felt the intense, sharp pain – a result of the insult provided by the fish hooks prior to her jacking off.  To put it bluntly, her nipples were very, very pissed at the whole thing.

There were still twitches in various parts of her body.  These were a result of the sudden change in ambient temperature and in response to the tremendous sexual excitement that had coursed through her body.  Her marvelous ass cheeks were twitching up and down – not in time with one another.  This ass twitching also caused the horse tail to bounce in response to the moving ass hole that held it captive.  Tendons beneath her armpits were going into spasms that caused her tits to bounce up and down of their one volition.  Her eyes were dilated.  The hair on her head was matted and knotted with strands falling down in every direction.  She was one hell of a sexual sight.

The emcee was just about to announce the next event when the Banker decided to improvise.  He had quietly stepped up on to the stage and walked up behind Susan.  As he came to within a few feet of her backside, the red spotlight was turned off and a white flood lamp was shone on them.  The Banker’s shadow was cast forward on the floor so that Susan could see it.  She almost turned to look and then told herself that it would be best if she did nothing.  She did nothing.

There was a dead silence across the room as the spectators wondered what was going to happen next.  The silence was broken by a large sigh from the emcee.  He knew his microphone was on and he wanted everyone to hear it.  This had always been a good gig for him.  However, even though he was given a “firm” agenda in advance, and, every time he had prepared a marvelous patter around the agenda – someone would always improvise and he would have to wing it from there on out.  Tonight, the Banker was providing the improvisation.  The emcee was frustrated but, beyond the large sigh – he knew he dare not raise any hell.  This WAS a good gig!

The naked Banker’s dick responded quite handily to the great ass before it.  The Banker’s trophy wife – Trophy – had a great ass.  He had always thought it the best ass he had ever seen.  But now, with Susan’s great ass before him, he realized that Trophy’s ass would have to move down to number two.  Well, actually, with a big chunk having been bitten out of one of her previously flawless buttocks, she wouldn’t even make his top twenty list of great asses.  So goes the fortunes of those who depend only upon the appearance of their butt for their fortune.

So, there stood the Banker’s dick – extraordinarily erect – at a ten degree angle above horizontal.  With his chronological age, it was a tribute to the powers of this woman’s butt.

The Banker grasped the horse tail that was protruding from Susan’s ass.  He rocked it left to right and back again and gradually began removing it from its captive hole.  Susan felt the movement and felt the plug begin evacuating her anal ring.  It hurt.  Yet, she knew the pain was worth it.  Finally, it popped out and the Banker threw it to one side with complete disdain.

One of the more adventuress female club members actually caught the flying tail in mid-air.  She immediately popped the butt plug into her open mouth and began sucking it loudly – not unlike a baby with a pacifier.

The Banker reached forward with both hands and grasped each globe of her posterior.  In tribute to Susan’s training thus far, she didn’t move a muscle.  However, the goose flesh suddenly disappeared from the surface of her body as a flush of excitement came over her.

The Banker stepped forward, released his hold on her ass and used both hands to force his dick downward.  His dick was not happy about this and resisted the entire force of both of his arms.  Yet the dick lost and was forced downward.  The Banker then closed the gap between him and Susan and let his dick rest in the ass crack that separated these twin globes of excellence.

The Banker released the force on his prick and it responded by springing upward a couple of inches until it was wedged solidly in her crack.  For some reason, Susan found this quite pleasurable.  She was beginning to change her mind about men’s tools.  Frankly, for some reason, this dick felt quite good.  The dick seemed to be at home and home is where the dick is.

However, Susan was not completely satisfied with just having this engorged penis (suddenly the word “penis” was all right with her) in the crack of her ass.  She wanted it buried in her ass hole.  She wanted everyone to realize how fortunate the Banker was when they ultimately discovered she was to be his new trophy.  She wanted the cunts out there to be jealous and the balls of the men to be envious.  These thoughts were good because they were consistent somewhat with the Banker’s primary thought.  Simply put, he wanted to fuck her in the ass.

The Banker stepped back and his dick sprang upward in relief.  He put a hand on each of Susan’s shoulders and turned her gently around.  He pulled her to him until their bodies touched.  He could feel her nipples on his hairy chest.  She could feel his aroused tool snuggling between their tummies.  Both of their chests were heaving.  She leaned forward as did he.  Their lips met and tongues were exchanged.  Their eyes remained open as they looked into each other’s souls.  There was a spell cast over the entire room.

Caleb broke the spell.  “Fuck her in the ass for god’s sake.  Let’s see some action.”

Susan’s lips and the Banker’s lips withdrew from one another.  The Banker spoke for the first time, “Have you ever pulled a train.”

Susan responded, “I don’t know what that means.  However, if it satisfies you, I am glorified by acquiescing to your wishes.”

The Banker continued, “Get down on your hands and knees, reach back with your hands, open your ass cheeks, and let your face fall to the floor.”

There was no hesitation.  Susan immediately fell into the requested position.  Her face was turned sideways and her wonderful ass was in the air with her hole displayed in all of its splendor.

The Banker spoke in a louder voice, “Come on boys.  Line up behind me.  I’m first because she’s mine.”

Susan was beginning to get the idea of what the train was going to be all about.  However, the Banker’s last two words thrilled her, “ . . . she’s mine.”

Susan waited eagerly for the Banker to penetrate her ass hole.  However, then she heard words from him that diminished her ardor just a bit.

“LardAss.  Get up here and suck my dick.  I want it good and wet so it will go into this tiny hole with ease.”

LardAss was pissed at this command.  Here she was, certainly the number one cunt amongst cunts.  Yet she was being given the meager task of getting his prick moist so he could fuck someone else in the ass.  However, LardAss still had reserve memories of obeying and obey she did.

Susan simply wanted the Banker’s prick in her ass.  Now, it was going to piggy-back a load of LardAss’ spit.  Ugh!  How gross!  Why couldn’t the Banker let her suck his dick?  She was, after all, his trophy now and she should have all of the primary accesses to his equipment.  But, she said nothing as she waited still somewhat eagerly for the feel of his sex deep within her bowels.  Also, she looked on this as kind of a commitment ceremony in front of all of these witnesses.  Her life was going to shape up be a good life.

Actually, the Banker was not concerned about either cunt’s feelings.  The Hispanic to whom he had made an agreement regarding Susan had insisted that Susan’s ass and ass hole be in tact.  He didn’t want any scars within or without that fine butt.  As for the rest of her, the Hispanic didn’t give a shit.  Thus, the Banker was now having his dick slathered with saliva by a first class purveyor of mouth and tongue on a dick.  All in all, things were shaping up well for the Banker.

Meanwhile, the fifteen men lined up behind him were getting restless.  Their dicks were cocked and ready and they wanted a piece of this ass.

At the same time, the other fifteen cunts were bored.  Big deal, they were going to get to watch their men corn hole a bitch.  The cunts were focused on the big picture, namely, “What’s in it for me?”

The Banker looked peaceful as LardAss knelt before him and took his hard dick into her mouth.  He had to admit that she was one hell of a cocksucker.  She knew just how much pressure to put on the solid shaft.  She knew how to fondle his balls just so.  She knew when to run her tongue lightly over his piss slit.  Most of all, because her job was to lubricate his dick, she didn’t swallow any fluids – hers or his.  When she withdrew his dick from her lips, his entire tool was dripping with saliva and pre-cum.  He was ready.

He stepped up to the ass that was being presented to him.  He had to push his dick down a bit because it was still well above horizontal.  And then, his dick slid easily through the anal ring and deep within her bowels.  It was buried to the hilt instantly.  Susan had a quick intake of breath as she felt him enter her rear hole.  She felt his pubic hair smashed firmly against her shapely ass.  All in all, it was a good, no – a very good feeling for both of them.

The Banker let his dick rest for a few moments inside Susan’s ass.  Susan felt his shaft pulsate within her.  She felt his mushroom dick head swell within her.  She felt full.  She felt his balls swinging back and forth against her pussy.  She realized that she had gone through a metamorphosis.  She was, indeed, a sex slut.  However, she was not just any sex slut.  She was HIS sex slut.  She would have a good life – a life filled with possessions, power, status and, most of all, wonderful, glorious sex.  The delivery man had, in fact, delivered a good life to her.

As the Banker contemplated when he would start truly fucking her ass instead of just residing in it, he looked out and saw fifteen bitches that looked like forlorn children, lost and alone.  They had nothing to do.

He spoke in his most managerial voice, “Bitches.  Get over here and on your knees.  You have the responsibility of cleaning sixteen dicks that will have become filthy with this bitch’s shit and their own cum.  Enjoy!”

The women suddenly looked happy.  Somehow, though unspoken, they saw a contest amongst themselves.  Who could turn on a man the best after he had just fucked a tremendous ass?  Who could arouse a man the quickest and firmest after he had just expended his essence inside that perfect ass?  Who would get to suck the last dick that had just encountered the mother of all asses?  This was going to be fun after all.

The Banker and the fifteen men behind him looked out and saw fifteen cunts on their knees, waiting eagerly for the prize that would soon be provided to them.  Somehow, someway, their dicks became even firmer.

The Banker began a slow in and out motion.  His body was barely rocking and his dick almost escaped the hole as it withdrew until only one-half of the dick head remained immersed in the back door of Susan.  Then, the Banker rocked slowly forward until he was completely immersed within her.  It was a good feeling for both of them.  Then, Susan enhanced the whole experience.

Even though her head was mashed to the floor, she managed to snake one of her long arms between her legs and up to the Banker’s nuts.  She began working the two balls with a slow, gentle massage – even as the Banker rocked back and forth behind her.

His dick now had a life of its own.  Susan felt his nuts pulsating.  She could feel the front of his thighs with their fine hairs gradually brush against the back of her smooth thighs.  It was good.  She felt his pubic hair become captured by her ass crack when he was on an “in” stroke.  She could feel the hair try to remain in her crack when he withdrew.  All of these touches were good.

He began fucking in a quicker and harder motion.  His breathing became heavy.  His balls were swelling within her working hand.  He was sweating and his sweat was running down his stomach and on to her ass and then down the sides of her thighs.  Susan was somehow shaking her tits and actually rubbing her enraged nipples against the floor.  Under normal conditions the pain in her nipples would have been debilitating.  Now, the pain only served to enhance the feelings of total arousal that were coursing through her body.

The men behind were watching a close-up of the action on the closed-circuit, giant TV screen.  His dick looked like a huge invading reptile as it was shown on the huge screen.  All the men were sweating profusely.  Each of the waiting fifteen men had a hand on his own dick as each speculated on what it would feel like in this fantastic ass.

The kneeling women were swaying back and forth as their eyes were almost half closed.  Their pussies were spilling pussy juice without end.  It ran down their thighs and coagulated around their knees.

This was why the COCK Club existed.  It existed for pure, uninhibited sex.  It was delivering the goods tonight.

The Banker knew he was about to come.  Susan knew he was about to come.  Hell, everyone in the room knew he was about to come.  What many of them didn’t know was that Susan, also, was about to come from this anal stimulation.  She was squeezing his balls harder.  Her shit tunnel was squeezing and releasing in an unending stimulation of his entire shaft.

He came.

God, did he come.

He came in an explosion of male juice that seemingly drove to every nook and cranny of her bowels.  It was an explosion that rivaled any explosion of fireworks on the fourth of July.  It seemed as though it would never end.

The Banker screamed in ecstasy.  Susan screamed louder.  She now had a death grip on his nuts.  Somehow, the pain drove him deeper into his orgasm.  He collapsed on her with his tool still buried within her.  Their sweat co-mingled.  His dick slowly began retreating from its erect state.  Finally, his dick waved the white flag and became completely flaccid.  It was happy.

The Banker finally lifted up his spent body and rocked slightly backward.  His dick flopped out like the worn-out piece of flesh it had become.  It had nothing left to give.  His tool was covered with the remnants of his fluids and the shit fluids that had been in her tunnel.

Susan’s anal ring was gaping open for a few seconds.  Inside could be seen his juice rolling around as though it were trying to form white caps.  Then, her ass hole snapped shut – eagerly waiting for the next invader.

Susan’s brain was so pre-occupied that she was not even aware that she had reached back and was now, once more, holding her ass cheeks separated with her ass hole wide open.  The next COCK Club member stepped up and immediately plunged his tool into the waiting hole.

Now, in fact, this was not such a big deal.  Although the man was quite overweight – his stomach was quite large – his dick and balls were miniscule.  In fact, he would have been chagrined to know that the women of the club referred to him as “Teeny-Weenie”.

Susan felt his hairy stomach against her buttocks but she really wasn’t sure he was in yet.  Thank goodness she didn’t ask that most horrible of questions for a male sexual partner, “Is it in yet?”

Actually, Susan was also somewhat pre-occupied.  The Banker, instead of walking over to the line-up of waiting, kneeling cunts had, instead, walked around to the side where Susan’s face was turned while being squished into the floor.

There, he sat down on the floor with his left hip almost up against Susan’s face.  His legs were spread quite wide and his spent tool laid on top of his nut sack like a useless piece of spaghetti.  He leaned back somewhat and supported himself with his hands.  A smile was on his face.

He was close enough to Susan’s face that she could smell the sexual leavings of his dick.  His dick was covered with his juices.  Amidst the cum were several brown stains – her shit.

Susan listened quietly while Teeny-Weenie rummaged around inside her ass as the Banker commanded.

“LardAss.  Get over here and clean my dick and balls.”

LardAss was a bit put off by this.  She certainly didn’t object to the task of sucking his used dick, his cum-laden pubic hair, or his spent balls.  However, she thought at least he could walk over to her where she had been kneeling and waiting.  Nonetheless, she complied.

As she laid down on her front between his spread legs, the Banker spoke to Susan.

“I thought it would be a good experience for you to see how an expert uses her tongue, lips, and mouth on a skanky package.  She is an expert.”

LardAss tilted her head back, scooched forward on her tits and belly and took his flaccid dick into her mouth, using only her tongue and lips.  In fact, she couldn’t use her hands.  Somehow, she had placed them beneath her body and she was using both hands to manipulate her own pussy and clitoris.

Oddly enough, Susan did watch this with a great deal of interest.  This would, no doubt, be part of her life once she was established as the Banker’s “woman”.  But, being a woman, she had also begun planning her manipulations so as to exact a just return on the investment of her body for his pleasure.

Susan figured an action such as what LardAss was doing would surely be worth a diamond pendant or, perhaps, a fur coat.  And, for immediate access to her ass, she thought that should be worth a convertible.  She already had a red one picked out in her mind.

The Banker was nothing if not a good judge at reading people’s thoughts.  He could guess some of what she was thinking.  He was going to enjoy telling her at the end of the evening that she had already been sold.  He wondered how she would feel when she discovered that her only reward might be to have one evening off per week from future forced fucking and debilitating debauchery for the rest of her fuckable and suckable life.

Meanwhile, the fat fucker in her ass was having the time of his life.  True, his erect but teeny dick was bouncing from side to side off the walls of her shit tunnel, but it was a good feeling for him.  He felt like much more of a man than he really was.  And, he had certainly never fucked an ass that was this fantastic.  Furthermore, he never would again.

LardAss had really begun cleaning the Banker’s dick in earnest.  First she used her lips to surround his wobbly prick at its very base.  Then, she closed her lips tightly around his tool and began slowly moving away from his body, pulling all substances off of the filthy skin of his tool.

Although spent, his dick began responding appropriately to this well-trained action.  True, it didn’t come to a state of full arousal, but it did achieve a semi-hardness that gave LardAss something to work with.  And, work she did.  Her lips, still tight around his shaft, now moved up his shaft until his mushroom dickhead was just behind her teeth.  She let it rest there as her tongue manipulated itself to begin swathing the under-rim of the head.  By now, his shaft and rim were almost completely devoid of cum and shit.  LardAss had eagerly swallowed it all.

While this action had gone on, the fat fucker in Susan’s ass had finished his work.  In addition to being quite small he was also quite quick.  Actually, there were times when the women in the Club liked him a lot.  His little dick caused no pain and his quickness meant it would be over soon.  Other women were not so pleased with him.  They wanted pain to be associated with a good fucking.  They wanted it to last long enough for them to benefit with an orgasm of their own.

LardAss was now swabbing the Banker’s piss slit with the tip of her tongue.  She actually managed to get a small portion of her tongue tip down into his piss slit.  The Banker was now fully erect.  LardAss now popped his dickhead out of her mouth and began lapping with her tongue at his thickly coated pubic hair.

While LardAss had been doing all of this, two more men had taken their respective turns in fucking Susan’s ass.  Number four was about to enter her.  The lineup of Club women was busy sucking and cleaning dicks as though they were working on delicious lollipops.  Some men had actually erected their dicks again and come with another load into the slurping mouths.

LardAss was now taking one nut at a time into her mouth and sucking it vigorously.  She had moved her left hand away from her pussy and snaked it beneath the Banker’s buttocks.  Her index finger, wet with her own pussy juice, slipped easily into his ass hole.  The look on his face showed that he approved of all that was being done to him.

Susan had watched LardAss’ work with great attention and not a little admiration.  LardAss truly was the best at what she did – which was to arouse men.  She showed that it is not all about appearances but, rather, about technique, ability, and an inclination to be the best.

However, Susan also did not appreciate the satisfying attention that “her” man was getting from LardAss.  It was obvious that after this evening was over she would have to explain to the Banker that there were limits to how much he would be permitted to have sexual relations other than with her.  Such are the ways of women when they feel like they are the owner rather than the owned.

The Banker was about to come again into LardAss’ mouth and this wasn’t quite the way he wanted to spend his current load of love juice.  He told LardAss to withdraw for the moment.  She did withdraw but not without a certain measure of reluctance.  There were few things that she liked better than to control when a man was to come and where his cum was to be deposited.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Susan, she had just had the sixteenth dick come in her ass hole.  Truth be told, she had really become uninterested after the eighth or ninth dick can corn holed her.  Her shit chute hurt and her ass hole was tired from all of the rummaging around that had been going on in this area.  The only thing she knew was that her ass hole now felt like a cess pool as a plethora of cum was leaking from her rear-most hole and flowing steadily down the insides of both of her thighs.

She had actually enjoyed the first few dicks that penetrated her back there but then they all seemed the same and the entire thing was simply too repetitious.  She was really ready for whatever else they had in store for her.

The Banker told LardAss to lie on her back and spread her legs.  She did quickly and willingly.  Her meager tits flattened out when she took this position.  And, her pudgy ass puffed out to each side of her body as she let all of her weight spread out on the floor.  Her fatty thighs opened wide to present an aroma that was raw sex that had been used and developed over a long period of time via a lot of dicks, tongues and pussies.  The scraggly pussy hair seemed to have a life of its own that did not include any typically kinky pubic hair.

The Banker then turned his attention to Susan.  Susan was a mess.  Her beautiful ass was quivering which made it all the more attractive.  Her body smelled of sexual arousal, sweat, and many loads of men’s cum.  Her lips were parted and her eyes were quite dilated.  Her nipples were full from the onslaught of her own sexual hormones that were now raging through every part of her body.  Her pussy lips were pulsating with the influx of blood that her brain had sent to that area.

After perusing her body, the Banker commanded Susan:  “Lay down on LardAss with your pussy over her mouth and your mouth over her pussy.  When you are positioned, begin eating her cunt.”

This was not particularly appealing to Susan.  She had already determined that LardAss was really not her type.

Then, from the Banker, “Do it now you stupid cunt – or else!”

Susan did not like his tone or his words.  She also had no idea what the “or else” might be but she quickly determined that the “or else” would be less desirable than eating and being eaten by LardAss.  Susan immediately complied with the order.

As Susan clambered aboard the immense-looking LardAss, and, as she forced her face to disappear into the crevice between the massive thighs, her eyes began watering from the stink that rose from the huge, floppy pussy lips.

Meanwhile, LardAss had dived into the cum-laden ass hole of Susan.  To her, second-hand cum from a hole was like the world’s finest wine.  As the two women intertwined, the Club members had formed a ring around the two prone, naked bitches.

Immediately, the sound of slurping could be heard coming from the working mouth and tongue of LardAss.  She didn’t want to lose any of the precious fluids.  The only thing better than the taste of cum was the taste of a mixture of many different loads of cum that were also seasoned with the fragments of shit that typically were part of an ass hole.

Susan was not displaying the same enthusiasm for what was touching her lips.  In fact, her lips were just barely touching the sex lips of LardAss and Susan was doing absolutely nothing beyond the light touching.  That was when Susan got a first-hand experience of the capabilities of Caleb.

Caleb straddled Susan’s wide-spread thighs and looked down at the great ass that LardAss was eating and sucking dry.  He had to admit that it was, in fact, the finest ass he had ever seen.  He wished that he had bought her for six months.  However, he had never paid for it yet and he didn’t intend to start now.

Then, Caleb went into action.  He used his huge farmer’s hand to give a mighty swat to Susan’s ass.  He did it once, twice, and then thrice.  With each swat, Susan’s ass hole was forced away from LardAss’ mouth.  As this happened, a huge glob of cum flew from Susan’s butt hole and flew on to the leg of Caleb.

However, the wad of cum didn’t even have time to begin running down Caleb’s leg as LardAss reached up with her hand, swabbed it up and put it in her mouth.  But, most important of all, Susan got the message.  She quickly put her mouth to work on LardAss’ rank pussy.

The slurping sound from Susan could be heard throughout the large room.  The crowd applauded.  It was never known whether they were congratulating Caleb for his brief work or whether they were applauding Susan getting to work.

After this dual slurping had gone on for a few minutes, the Banker walked up to the two headed pile of cunts and squatted down beside Susan’s face.  However, Susan’s face was buried between the two cottage-cheese-thighs and Susan had no idea he was there.

The Banker spoke to LardAss, “LardAss.  Lift up your ass so Susan can see me.”

Reluctantly, LardAss complied.  The first thing that the Banker saw was Susan’s face completely covered with LardAss’ pussy juice.  It coated her lips, her cheeks, and her nose.  Some had even made its way up to the bridge of her nose and into both of her eyebrows.

Susan turned her head and saw the Banker squatting next to her.  Then, as she looked beyond and below his smiling face, she saw his balls swinging freely between his partially open legs.  She giggled.

The Banker assumed she was giggling because she might be starting to go a bit insane.  He was a bit worried at the notion of her loosing her mind and how this might screw up the deal he had made earlier in the evening.

He would never have guessed that Susan was giggling at his low-hanging nut sack hanging down so low that it almost touched the floor.  In fact, Susan had never seen a naked man in this position.  She had instantly concluded that there was nothing sillier than a man squatting so as to allow having his balls swinging freely in the breeze before god and everyone.  They were, in fact, quite ridiculous looking in this configuration.

The Banker had intended to feign concern with his next command.  But, in reality, he was genuinely concerned for his own financial interest in Susan’s future.

So, with true concern, he directed:  “Both of you, grab hold of one another and slowly roll over so that LardAss is on top and you, Susan, are on the bottom.  Maintain your mouths in the same position.”

This direction was fine with LardAss but Susan did not find it inviting at all.  Whereas LardAss had once tipped the scales at one-hundred seventy pounds, she was now a robust two hundred pounds.  Susan did not relish having this load on her body.  But without further adieu, both complied.

Each wrapped their hands around her partner’s ass and to make it possible for them to begin shifting their weight to start a rolling motion.  LardAss big butt gave them leverage and once their bodies started moving, they picked up momentum.  Quickly, LardAss had the superior position.

Susan was correct in her assessment.  She felt as though she could barely breathe with the big body on top of her.  Furthermore, LardAss now had the advantage of gravity and was mashing her gaping pussy thoroughly onto Susan’s face.  Susan felt as though a horrible space alien had grabbed her face as LardAss knowingly began working her pussy lips in and out, and, back and forth.

LardAss’ pussy juice was now flowing like a fountain and Susan felt as though she was drowning and being smothered all at the same time.  To further exasperate the whole thing, LardAss’ long tongue was thoroughly exploring Susan’s pussy, plunging to depths that Susan would not have thought possible.  It was not an unpleasant feeling.  Susan’s pussy was actually responding happily to this invader and administrator of marvelous feelings.

Meanwhile, the Banker had stood, walked behind LardAss’ bobbing butt, and then used his naked foot to force LardAss to widen the space between her huge thighs.

The Banker walked up to the ass of LardAss as he knelt behind the rather unpleasant but winking ass hole of the big woman.  Without preamble he immediately plunged his hard dick into the waiting shit hole.  His dick was immediately buried to the hilt.  It was obvious that he was not getting a cherry with this big butt hole.

All in all, this was not a great experience for Susan.  His balls, which had previously derived mirth from Susan, were now flopping around on the bridge of her nose, each hairy nut landing squarely on each eye ball.  Furthermore, her nose immediately detected the results of the sweat on his package and sent a message to Susan’s brain that this was quite unpleasant.  The Banker’s balls showed no interest whatsoever in Susan’s olfactory distress.

As the Banker began fucking away at LardAss’ butt hole, LardAss began using her tongue to work seriously on Susan’s pussy.  Meanwhile, Susan was at first overwhelmed by the sight of the Banker’s dick as it worked in and out of the large ass hole, and, as LardAss made her own pussy lips work back and forth like a giant snapping turtle.

LardAss’ tongue had an expected effect on Susan’s cunt.  Also, for some strange reason, Susan was also aroused by the sight that was less than two inches from her very eyes.  Susan began throwing her pussy up to LardAss’ fabulous tongue.

As though from afar, Susan heard the Banker’s voice, “Lick my shaft as it withdraws from the cunt’s ass hole.  Lick my balls as my shaft goes into the cunt’s ass hole.  Alternately, suck LardAss cunt.  Do it now!”

Susan didn’t have to ponder this direction for a single moment.  Susan’s tongue immediately sprung forward and began to do the work to which it had been directed.  Fluids that would ordinarily have made Susan vomit were now arousing her as though they were nectar from the gods.  She wanted more.  She even began improvising as she took the Banker’s right nut fully into her mouth where she massaged it vigorously with her tongue.

As Susan worked his nut, her chin began stroking LardAss’ slit.  Susan felt the slippery lips surround her chin.  She immediately began working her head in such a way that her chin was actually masturbating LardAss.

All three were becoming highly aroused.  All were sweating profusely.  All were groaning as they began to give up all control of themselves.  Suddenly, in one simultaneous action, the Banker came deep inside LardAss’ ass, Susan came and pussy juice flowed freely on to LardAss’ magic tongue, and, not to be outdone – LardAss showed that she was one of those “shooting” pussies as her juices jolted in to Susan’s mouth.  It was a magical time.

Somehow, the three of them began to untangle as the on-looking Club members applauded them vigorously.  It had been an erotic display of sexuality.  In fact, there wasn’t a dry pussy or dick in the house – including the Club staff members.

LardAss stood and shook herself in the way that a dog would shake itself after coming out of a pool.  Fluids flew from her pussy and her ass hole.  Several droplets fell on to the body of Susan.  However, Susan was unaware of any of this.  She was spent.  She simply sprawled on the floor with her arms and legs outspread.  Her ass hole, pussy and face were soaked in sexual fluids.

Meanwhile, the Banker had walked around the prone form of Susan, admiring her abilities.  She had performed well.  As Susan looked up at his naked form through squinted eyes, she first noticed that his dick was dripping fluids.  She also noted that this was not repulsive to her.  In fact, she was almost sorry that all of the actions of the three of them had ended.  She began to wonder what was coming over her.  She was actually enjoying this decadent sex.

She didn’t notice that the Banker had now stopped at her feet.  She also didn’t notice the two nylon cords that had come down from the ceiling.  At the end of each cord were padded cuffs.  She did, however, feel LardAss and the Banker as they each took one of her feet and she felt her legs being lifted straight up, almost perpendicular to the floor.

She opened her eyes wider and looked toward her feet as she felt the padded cuffs being secured snugly around her ankles and lower legs.  Then she felt the strain as the cords began pulling straight up, lifting her legs and thighs toward the ceiling.  She was now alarmed.  She felt the strain on her legs as her ass was lifted clear of the floor.  Then, to her horror, her entire body was being lifted and she was now hanging freely in the air, upside down.  Her lower joints were communicating to her brain that they did not appreciate this unfamiliar load as they felt the weight of her body upon them.  She felt the blood rushing to her head.  She was helpless and vulnerable as she hung there like an animal waiting for the slaughter.

The cords ran through pulleys which, in turn, were on tracks that ran on a direction that was perpendicular to the sides of her body.  Then, the hum of electric motors could be heard as the pulleys began moving outward away from her body.  Her legs were now pulled apart like a turkey wishbone.  Susan was screaming now as she thought they were going to pull her in two.  Quickly, her legs were pulled apart in a large Y configuration that easily exposed her pussy and ass hole.

The pain in Susan’s hips, knees, and ankles was now unbearable.  Susan was screaming unceasingly.  Although Susan had been the recipient of a great deal of pain and humiliation since the beginning of this sexual odyssey, somehow this was more intense.  She felt totally degraded to be displayed in this manner.  And, in addition to the pain from being hung by the legs, other pains were coming to the forefront.  Her nipples were resurrecting the pain they suffered from having fish hooks thrust through them.  Her pussy and ass hole were shouting at her brain to gain attention for the abuse they had suffered.  Her throat felt raw from the dicks she had sucked, the pussies she had sucked and the fluids and vile substances she had been forced to swallow.

To further add to her degradation, her ass hole and pussy were expelling fluids.  She could feel a slow stream of thick fluid that had exited her pussy, somehow found its way through her pussy hair, and then slowly made its way down her stomach and into her navel.  With a strange touch of feminine logic, she knew this must make her look like a trollop.  And, she felt a runny substance that had said goodbye to her ass hole and was now making its way through the valley of the crack of her ass and onward down the boulevard of the skin over her backbone.  She felt like a sewage depository.

To her chagrin, the crowd was applauding wildly.  At first, she thought it was only for her dilemma and her appearance.  But then, her eyes caught the upside down image of a staff member walking across the platform.  He was naked.  Around his dick was a pink ribbon, tied in a large bow that rested upon the top of his tool.  The pubic hair on his nuts was braided in tight little, miniature dreadlocks.  His dick was erect and quite large.  He was carrying a pillow on his outstretched arms.  The pillow was fringed with gold tassels.  From her position with her head lower than the decorated man’s outstretched arms, she could not see what was atop the pillow.  To heighten her suspense, the naked man was walking as though he were walking through molasses.

He finally came to the hanging Susan and knelt down in front of her face.  She saw what was on the pillow.  She screamed now at the top of her lungs as her body trembled with fear.  There was a huge, black whip resting on the pillow.  Then, from the corner of her right eye, she saw the approaching figure of Caleb, the farmer.  He was walking toward the pillow and its cherished load.  Now, Susan’s scream became monumental.