Susan Gets A Delivery

Susan was special.  Everyone knew it.  She, especially, knew it.  Wherever she went there seemed to be an imaginary spotlight on her that illuminated her and elevated her to the status of someone very special.

First of all, there was her physical presence.  She was tall, about 6’ 1”. She always wore incredibly high heels that put her in the stratosphere of professional basketball players.  She carried her height regally. 

Her tits were not mammoth-size and yet they accented her beauty.  They were probably “B” cups but they were as perky as a puppy at play.  She never wore a bra and her tops were always clingy.  In addition, the neckline of her tops were just barely (if that) above her areolas.  People always stared.  Men stared especially long and hard – with an emphasis on “hard”.

Her legs were something else.  They were long, perfectly shaped, and well-muscled without being muscular.  They carried just enough of a coating of fat as to slightly jiggle when she walked.  They would have been her best feature if it weren’t for her ass.  Now that was an ass.

She always wore shorts or jeans that portrayed her ass in all of its glory.  It was an ass that strippers and whores longed for.  It was an ass that men daydreamed about.  And, of course, she was well aware of all of its qualities.  Thus, her ridiculously high heels caused her ass to jut out just right and her legs to pulsate perfectly.  She was a looker.

Finally, there was her personality.  She was a manipulative, evil bitch.  She gave out just enough sex to persuade two men in succession to marry her.  Then, she withheld sex until they became disgusted enough to give her a divorce.  Of course, they were rich.  She thus became quite rich after the divorce settlement.  She had been fortunate enough to have a male judge for each divorce.  Each of her then-husbands he was screwed when he saw the judge eyeing Susan and her magnificent tits, legs and ass.  The men’s premonition of their soon-to-come screwing was well-founded.

Susan was especially evil to men in subservient positions.  She treated them like shit.  She let them know that they were of a lesser caste and absolutely worthless.  If she could catch one of them staring at any of her physical assets, she would complain to their boss and they would always lose their job.  She was evil.

Sue took pride in her ability to completely destroy delivery personnel.  She had often brought them to tears with her tongue and her vocabulary.  She was especially effective with those who were obviously immigrants.  She would threaten to call immigration.  She would threaten to call the police and tell them that the Hispanic grocery delivery boy had made improper advances to her.  Delivery people absolutely despised going to her home.  They were indeed intimidated.

However, there was one delivery man who completely angered her.  He was not to be intimidated.  He was actually a former investment executive who had taken early retirement.  He thought it would be a hoot to take a menial position such as delivery and work it two days a week.  He didn’t need the money.  He was not put off by bitchy customers.  And he simply did not react to Susan’s tirades.  He would simply respond, “Yes ma’am” or “No ma’am.”

Once she told him to stop calling her “ma’am”.  He replied, “Yes ma’am.”

So, it was Tuesday and she saw him coming up her sidewalk.  She was determined to have the best of him today.  She had worn her most transparent, clingy, and low-cut blouse.  She had on her shortest and tightest shorts.  They were high cut on the sides and they clung to her crotch like another set of skin.  She gave complete meaning to the term “camel toe”.

She had even taken strands of her fine pussy hair and pulled a strand out on each side of the crotch of her shorts.  As he rang the doorbell she brushed her hands across her nipples to make them stand out even more.

She opened the door, looked at him, and said, “Well!” in a completely condescending and accusatory tone.  She noted that his name – “ED” – was sewn on the pocket of his shirt.  She had always been of the opinion that a person was a complete failure when their job required that they have their name embroidered on their shirt.

If they were in bare feet, Susan was at least three inches taller than Ed.  With her ridiculous heels, she towered over him.  Yet, with a total casual attitude, Ed tilted his head back and looked her straight in the eye.  He said simply, “Dry cleaning ma’am.”

It infuriated her that he dared to look her straight in the eye.  He obviously thought he was her equal.  It further angered her that he didn’t even bother to look at her erect nipples, her shapely tits, or her bronze pubic hair.

She said, “How dare you look at my breasts like that. Give me the phone number of your boss.”

He smiled and said with no emotion, “Surely.”

Then he took out a pad and wrote down a number.  As he tore off the sheet and handed it to her, he dropped it just before she could snatch it up.

She muttered in a stage whisper, “Bastard!” and bent to pick it up.  It was the last thing she remembered that happened at the door.

He had intertwined the fingers of his hands together in front of his body and brought them up in one swift motion to catch the very tip of her well-sculpted jaw.  Her head snapped back, her eyes rolled up in the back of her head, and she fell backward into her foyer.  She was out.

He quickly went in, shut the door, and looked down at her magnificent body.  In many respects Susan was similar in stature to that tall actress who kept making alien movies where she had to strip down to her bra and panties to kill the alien.  However, Susan’s boobs were in better shape than those of the actress.  Also, Susan’s legs were more shapely.  And, the actress would have paid big money to have Susan’s ass.  He smiled in anticipation of the upcoming events for the weekend.  He had planned this for many weeks.

Now, Susan’s house was far off the end of a dead-end road.  It was shielded by a grove of trees and simply could not be seen.  Ed quickly went to her garage, raised the door, and backed his delivery van into the vacant stall.  He shut the door and called his boss. 

He told his boss, “I’ve just made my last stop and, if it’s all right with you, I’ll just take the truck home for the weekend and come in on Monday with it.”

His boss assured him this was all right.  This had often happened on other weekends and was not out of the norm.  Ed then took a very special collapsible table out of the van.  He had designed it himself.

As Ed unfolded the table in her entertainment room, it stood about thirty-six inches tall.  It was narrow and not too long.  At one end, Ed attached a pair of detachable gynecological stirrups.  They were adjustable so that they could be swung outward to affect the spreading of anyone’s legs that might be attached.  Ed had already stripped the unconscious form of Susan.  He laid her on the table so that her head was just barely on one end.  Her ass hung over the other end.  Her legs fit perfectly on the stirrups. 

After securing her firmly to the table he began ratcheting out the stirrups until her long legs were almost perpendicular to her torso.  Her arms were over her head and wrapped around and beneath the end of the table.  They were secured to the underside of the table.  As her ass was at the edge of the table, her two nether holes were being displayed in all of their glory.  It was a marvelous sight.

Susan regained consciousness and immediately found herself in a completely unimaginable situation.  She was naked.  She could feel the cool air wafting over the skin of her body.

She was on her back and completely immobile.  She was completely secured.  To make matters worse, her long legs were spread wide to the point that she felt as though she was being torn in two.  Her legs were secured about the ankles and just above her knees.  Something, a pillow perhaps, was beneath the small of her back – pushing her groin upward. 

She felt the presence of someone near her head.  She turned her head and saw Ed’s naked body close to her face.  She was angry – no – she was furious.  She was not in control and this was simply unacceptable.  She would not make a sound to give the prick any satisfaction.  Eventually, this bastard would pay.

She knew she was going to be raped.  That was not ideal but it was nothing she could not endure.  She would let him finish, intimidate him to release her, and then see that his ass was buried so deeply in jail that sunlight would have to be piped in to him.

She said, “So, fuck me scum bag and then get the hell out of my house.”

He smiled and said nothing.

She screamed, “Speak when spoken to you shithead excuse for a man.”

He said nothing.

She saw that his dick was only semi-erect and she taunted him, “So put that miserable excuse for a penis in my crotch and get it over with.  I probably won’t even know it’s in me.”

He continued to smile and walked around the side of her prone body until he stood between her outstretched legs.  She did have a magnificent pussy.  And, her ass hole winked at him invitingly.  Now ass holes are often not too attractive to see.  Her asshole, however, was a wonderful asshole.  He looked forward to using it in many ways.

He knelt down so that his eyes were directly before her groin.  He raised his hands and gently pushed aside her golden pubic hair so as to look at her pussy lips.  They were a beautiful shade of pink.  He moved his hands slightly inward and spread her lips.  He could see the pink going deeply down inside her very being.  His dick was now fully erect.

Then, he leaded forward and kissed her directly between her pussy lips.  They had a beautiful taste that matched their marvelous aroma.  It was a good pussy.

His tongue slowly reached out and buried itself deep inside her.  She was confused.  Was he trying to seduce her?  She was still angry but perplexed as to what kind of rape this was.

Then, he began swirling his tongue around to brush the insides of her pussy walls.  Her pussy was smooth, and, quickly becoming moist.  Her clitoris sprung to life as it reached outward to offer itself.

He withdrew his tongue and lovingly swabbed the underside of her aroused clitoris.  Susan was beginning to pant.  She enjoyed having men go down on her.  Ed enjoyed eating pussy.  In most cases, men felt somewhat subordinate when they ate Susan.  Ed simply felt good about himself because he knew he was setting her up for other adventures.

Her pussy was now soaking wet.  Ed had a beard and mustache.  They were becoming saturated with her love juices.  She was beginning to twitch.  The cords in her thighs were tensing.  She wanted to bring her legs together to encourage him deeper.  She damned the fastenings that would not allow her legs to move.

Ed was now working his tongue like a mighty piston.  It was reciprocating, plunging, twisting, turning, touching every part of her pussy.  Her pussy hair was now as saturated as his facial hair.  Their combined foliage was now sopping wet with her juices and his saliva.

Susan was losing control.  She never lost control.  Now she was.  However, she was soon to discover that Ed was a master at timing women’s orgasms.  Just as she was about to go over, he withdrew and simply looked at her pulsating pussy parts.

Susan couldn’t believe it.  No man had ever withheld an orgasm from her.  Her stomach was twitching in dismay at the withheld favor that had almost been dispensed to her body.

Ed stood up.  His erect dick was pointing directly at her wet pussy.  He did not deny his dick of its rightful home.  He stepped forward and his tool was easily immersed in her waiting hole.

His dick was now pulsating.  His circumcised head was huge.  Her pussy was trying to grasp his engine with all of its might.  Her bound legs again refused to let her close her hole in the manner that she wanted.  She silently cursed her bindings.

He moved his hips slightly and slowly and half of his dick withdrew.  He reversed the motion and his engine was again buried completely.  He repeated this maneuver once, twice, and then thrice.

She was beside herself with anxiety.  She wanted release.  She wanted him to pound her and bring her to fruition.  Why was he so fucking slow?

He now moved his hips in a strange circular motion and the base of his dick followed suit with a similar circular motion.  His dick was slowly rubbing against all sides of her starving pussy.  On the upward part of the circle, his dick wistfully brushed against her clitoris.  Her clitoris was begging for more action.  It wanted to be had.  Its desires were to no avail.  He was controlling the action.

Susan’s nipples were fully erect.  Now they were not huge nipples but, of course, they were perfect nipples.  They were smooth, completely symmetrical and of a deep reddish hue.  Men were always attracted to her nipples when she deigned to show them.

The erect nipples, however, were to her disadvantage.  Because her eyes were closed in ecstasy, she did not see what was coming next.  He had reached to one side and picked up two quite strong, spring clips.  It took some amount of force to open them but open them he did, one in each hand.  She never saw what was coming next.

While still buried in her cunt, Ed reached forward with each clip and centered each one on an aroused nipple.  He let them close slowly at first.  As the edges of the clips gently touched her nipples, she thought he was going to caress them.

Her eyes opened just in time to see him let loose the clips and feel them angrily clamp down on this very tender part of her anatomy.  She thought the world had come to an end.  She tried to scream but it seemed as though her vocal cords were paralyzed.  Her body tried to buck in revulsion.  As a side benefit (to him) her groin was moving just enough to give some very strong feedback to his implanted tool.  He came.

He really came.  His dick juice was bursting forward, seeking the very depths of her cunt.  His was one of the biggest loads of cum he had ever bestowed upon anyone.  He was proud.  She was in agony.

Her nipples were like foreign agents, delivering hordes of torment to her body.  For all of her life her nipples had been her friend, delivering feelings of arousal and pleasure.  Now they were her enemy.  Drool was running out the sides of her mouth.  Her eyes were wide open and swirling around looking for relief.  Her lungs were gasping for air, trying to deliver oxygen to an attack they could not understand.

Ed’s dick was trying to go flaccid after its manly effort.  But the sight of her as Ed looked down was too much for his tool.  His dick refused to go flaccid lest it be needed for more action.  More action was soon to come.

Ed withdrew his tool from her snatch and it reluctantly closed shut in slow motion.  Although her pussy lips appeared to be closed tightly, juice was flowing freely from her cunt.

Susan kept her eyes closed and tried to endure the pain on her nipples without completely losing her mind.  Then, she felt him rummaging around in an area below her pussy.  Because of the positioning of her legs, her ass hole was easily viewable and accessible.  He was taking advantage of the accessibility.  She felt him spreading something slippery around her anal ring.  She was now even more incensed then she had been up to this point.  Her anger was actually superseding the pain that was being applied to her erect nipples.

Then, she felt something she had never felt before.  Something was being inserted into her shit hole.  Now this was completely unacceptable.  She had never, ever let any man have access to her asshole.  Its purpose was to let shit exit from her body and she was not about to let it be used for any other purpose.  And yet, it was now being violated!

She could see that Ed was bending over as though he was under the hood of a car, examining its engine.  There was no way his dick was being put into her butt hole.  Although she could only see the back of his bent-over head, she could tell from the movement of his arms that he must be inserting an artificial device into her bottom.  This was horrible.

He was inserting a steel, cylindrical object.  Ed called it an “ass torpedo”.  Although it would not explode literally, it would cause an explosion of pain in her body.  It was well lubricated.  It was only five inches long with a mere diameter of slightly less than a half inch.  Yet, to her it felt as though a fence post was being rammed up through her anal tunnel.  She was shaking her head from side to side as though trying to will the rejection of this intrusion.  It was to no avail.

When he finally had it inserted to the desired depth, he stood up straight and walked around to her head.

The end of the table under Susan’s head was, in fact, a drop-leaf.  Thus, Ed moved the necessary catches and lowered the drop-leaf.  Susan’s head immediately fell downward so that she was looking upside down at what was behind her head.  She saw his crotch – his wet, hairy, smelly crotch.  She saw that his dick, balls, and pubic hair were completely saturated – saturated with sweat, leftover cum, and pussy juice.  The odor was even more horrid than the sight.  A small dollop of his cum was still clinging to his piss slit.

His dick was twitching in anticipation as he stared at her mouth – her mouth filled at that time in complete defiance to anything he wanted to force into her.  He leaned forward over her head to release the clips that were smashing her nipples.  As the blood returned to the tit appendages, her pain increased a hundred-fold.

To add insult to all of her injuries, the end of his dick brushed against her right cheek.  The drop of cum was then transferred from his piss slit and smeared on to her cheek.  The pain, the stench, and the liquid slowly creeping down her cheek into her ear was on the verge of completely breaking her spirit.

However, as he stood, looking down at her face, he could still see a look of defiance in her flashing eyes.  He then held a remote directly in front of her eyes so that she could see his index finger on the red button.  He slowly and clearly pressed it.

Susan than felt pain such as she had never imagined possible.  A monumental shock was delivered to her bowels.  She felt as though a thousand piranhas had lodged their fierce teeth on to her very most inward parts.  The pain began at her shit tunnel and immediately emanated outward to all of her inward organs.  Lightning had just gone up her asshole.  She immediately lost control of her bladder and piss flew out of her pussy, into the air, and several feet across the room.

She was trying to thrash about but her bindings were too tight and too strong.  Her body was soaked with sweat.  Tears flowed freely from her eyes.  Snot ran out of her nostrils.  Her diaphragm was momentarily paralyzed and she thought she was suffocating.

He released the red button before her eyes after five seconds.  It felt like five thousand years.  He was smiling at the result.  It had been better than he would have imagined possible.

After watching her try to regain her composure for a full two-minute period, he spoke:  “You are to continue to say nothing.  In fact, from this time forward you are to be completely compliant and you are to say nothing unless I ask you a question.  Nod your head if you agree.”

She quickly nodded her head which was hard to do since her head was still hanging over the edge of the table because of the lowered drop-leaf.

Somehow he knew she could not comply with his instructions.  But, this was part of the learning process for her.  Sure enough, she immediately started screaming at the top of her frazzled lungs.

YOU DIRTY SON-OF-A- . . . .AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!

Before she could finish her tirade he had pressed the button on the remote and held it down.  Now she was screaming an elongated and loud “EEEEEEEEEEE” sound.  Her entire body had gone rigid.  Cords were pressing outward all over her body – her thighs, her neck, her arms – everywhere there was a tendon.  Dribbles of remnants of piss were leaking from her pussy.  Snot was flowing freely from her nose.  Spittle was flying out of her mouth as she screamed.  Her fingers were clenching and unclenching.  Her body was swathed in her own perspiration and her pussy hair and the hair on her head was drenched with the sweat flowing from her pores.

He mercilessly held down the button for a full fifteen seconds.  It seemed like fifteen hundred years to her.  And finally released the button and the rigidity of her body subsided.  She was weeping.

He spoke.  “Here are the rules.  You must comply with everything – I mean everything – I tell you.  If you do, you may survive with your body intact.  If you don’t, you won’t.  You must also only speak when I ask you something.  Tell me if you understand and agree.”

Her lips were quivering and her lungs were still trying to take in more oxygen as her chest continued heaving.  He noted that her nipples were hard enough to cut glass.

She spoke.  “I understand and agree.  Please don’t hurt me anymore.”

Actually, there were large gaps between each of her spoken words and her physical body tried to compose itself from the insult that had been administered to it.  But, most important of all, there was no defiance in her eyes.  She looked beaten.

His smelly balls and dick were less than an inch from her downturned face.  They were completely covered still by his sweat, his cum, and her pussy juice.  It was a rancid smell and a horrible sight.  Under the best of circumstances she had never considered a man’s balls to be attractive.  Under these circumstances, they were as ugly as death taking a shit.

He spoke.  “You are to begin immediately cleaning my balls, my dick, and my pubic hair.  In your present situation you have only one cleaning apparatus – your tongue and your lips.  But, I am sensitive to your situation and I don’t want you to do it unwillingly.  Tell me you want to do this task and ask my permission to accomplish it.”

Her eyes shut and her lips instinctively shut tightly.  A thousand thoughts were going through her brain – none of them good.  She simply could not endure another bolt of lightning to her rectum.  She felt defeated.  She could not believe she said what she said next.

“Please I would like to lick and clean your scrotum, your penis, and your pubic hair.  May I?”

He responded immediately by pressing the button for three seconds.  She screamed as much from the surprise as from the shock.  What had she done?

He spoke.  “This is not a fucking science class.  This is debauchery.  You don’t use words such as ‘scrotum’ and ‘penis’. 

He pointed his finger and his package and continued, “This is my dick.  These are my balls.  Ask again, properly.”

She didn’t hesitate.  “Please, sir, I would like to lick and clean your balls, your dick, and your pubic hair.  May I?”

He replied, “Of course, if that would please you.”

As he stepped closer to her face, she couldn’t help but note the irony of his courteous answer.  This was going to be rough.

Susan had never cleaned anything in her entire life – beyond her own body.  She had people to do such menial tasks.  For the first time in her life, she began cleaning.

Susan Gets A Delivery, Part 2

Susan’s head was pounding from hanging over the edge of the table to which she was secured.  Her heart was aching as she slowly extended her tongue to begin cleaning Ed’s sloppy balls and semi-erect, dripping dick.

However, a spark of resurgence of anger had also overcome her.  Who was this son-of-a-bitch who was abusing her in such a horrible way?  She realized that if she got her teeth around one of his balls or the end of his dick, she could put an end to his power.  Sure, she would still be secured to the table but he would probably bleed to death and she would get to watch.  Also, someone would certainly wonder about her and discover her.

Ed had been a total success in his business life.  It had nothing to do with his education – he was a math major for god’s sake.  More, it had to do with some innate ability to sense what people were thinking and to deduce how they were going to react to current and future events.  This came into play now.

He saw some hint of a gleam in Susan’s eyes.  He noted the slight flush around her neck area – not unlike that which a female gets when she has an orgasm.  She was planning to bite him.

Just as the tip of her tongue reached the hairy, wet crinkly skin of his sack, he backed away from her reach.  This surprised her.  The “cleaning” was his idea after all!

He walked out of the line of her sight but returned shortly.  He held up a stainless steel, cylindrical object for her to see.  He said, “You currently have an ass torpedo in your shit tunnel.  This object is much like it except that it is larger.  I call it a ‘pussy torpedo’.”

Her guts were, in fact, still cramping and the pain she felt was somewhat similar to her monthly cramps except this pain was more persistent and seemed to radiate across her body in a more ferocious manner.  As she looked at the pussy torpedo she became instantly fearful to a higher degree than what she had experienced thus far.

Before she could say anything, he reached down to her groin and slammed it into her pussy.  It was about eight inches long and two inches in diameter.  She groaned as she felt it grind into her dry pussy.  It hurt.  In a moment the hurt would be increased a hundred fold.

He pressed two buttons on the remote and her ass and cunt erupted in a pain that felt like a volcano had exploded inside of her body.  She screamed at a volume and pitch that no one would have thought possible for any human being.

Ed let the electrical surges do their thing for a full minute.  Susan’s body was completely taut.  Her muscles looked as though they were trying to escape from her skin.  Her once-hanging head was now horizontal to the floor.  Drool was running from her mouth with snot flowing freely from her nose into her open lips.  Her eyes were dilated to the max.  Her beautiful, golden pussy hair had straightened out completely and was perpendicular to the skin to which it was anchored.

He finally shut off the current and her body collapsed back onto the table.  Her neck muscles immediately lost their tension and her head slammed downward over the edge of the table, smacking against the drop-leaf that had been lowered previously.  She was weeping openly.

He spoke, “You are now going to clean my dick and my balls.  I have set a timer on the remote.  Both torpedoes will begin again in twenty minutes unless I shut them down.  The batteries will keep the devices working at a length of time well beyond your sanity.  Bite my dick or my balls at your own risk.  I suggest you clean in a way that you never imagined possible.”

Susan was now quite eager to clean his nuts with her tongue and her lips.  Her tongue leaped out of her mouth to a length that she would not have thought possible.  Ed stepped forward and smooshed his sack against her face.  Susan began eagerly lapping at the sweat and sex juices that coated the skin that covered his nuts.  The taste was horrible.  The odor was worst.  The texture of the skin seemed extraterrestrial.  She didn’t care.  She never wanted the pain to happen again that had just abused her nether holes.  She was really and truly motivated.

Soon the thick black hair on his sack was matted down and the front of his balls was indeed free of all juices and sweat.  During the process she had taken each ball into her mouth and lovingly wallowed it around within her mouth while caressing it with her tongue.  It was a strange feeling – to both of them – good for him, not so good perhaps for her.

Then, he showed he was not without mercy.  He told her, “I’ll hold up my sack so you can clean the backside of my balls.”

The phony consideration was not lost on her but she didn’t care.  She only wanted to comply.  He grasped the lower part of the skin that hung between his balls and gently picked up his package.  She saw that the backside was even worse than the front side had been.  It was wetter and ranker.  Furthermore, the smell of old shit emanated from his filthy asshole that had not apparently been wiped well after he had taken a shit.  He was, indeed, a typical man.

She hesitated only for just a split second.  Then, her tongue went to work on the underside of his balls and even the skin that ran from his asshole to his balls.  She was truly motivated.  And, the reward for her work was that his entire sack was cleaner than perhaps it had been in many hours.

While her face was still mashed against the back side of his nuts, he let go of the skin that had held up his package.  Gravity took over and his balls slowly crept down her upside-down face.  His nuts crept over her nose, across her eyes, and down her forehead.  It was a warm feeling for her – but – not a good feeling.

He looked down at her downturned face and saw that, for the moment, she was still defeated.  He advised her, “Now clean my dick you stupid cunt.  You have ten minutes to go.”

She was in deep emotional pain.  Her face had just been caressed by a man’s balls.  She had used her tongue to clean a man’s sack.  But ever worse, she had just been called ‘stupid’ and a ‘cunt’ in the same breath and to her face.  She truly hated that “C” word.  Yet, she also knew she had ten minutes to clean his wet, dripping dick.  She hurried to complete her assigned task.

And, work she did.  Her tongue was an engine, cleaning the entire length of his shaft.  She had to turn her head sideways (which was hard) to clean the sides and top of his dick.  Her tongue was relentless as she meticulously licked around the thick ridge formed by his mushroom head.  Juices were flowing freely from his piss slit.  Some went into her mouth; some coated her lips and cheeks.  She didn’t care.  She was driven to clean his tool.

Finally, for the last, daunting phase of the effort, she took his huge dick head into her mouth.  She sucked and licked with a thoroughness that she would have never dreamed possible.  Up until he had arrived, she had not been a cocksucker.

Toward the end of her efforts his dick began throbbing and he knew he was about to come.  She did also.  But, in an amazing show of fortitude, he pulled the cock from her mouth just before he was about to go over the edge.  The head withdrew from her surprised lips with a gratifying ‘pop’.  She didn’t understand.  All men wanted to come in a woman’s mouth.  It was some sort of a domination thing.  Yet, he had not.  Little did she know that he had other plans for the cum that resided yet within it.  She was soon to be involved in those plans.

In the meantime, Ed looked down on her stretched-out, sweaty, exhausted shape and looked forward to the next chapter of their adventure.  When he was through, it was his intention that she receive payback in full measure from all of the people whom she had derided, defamed, and destroyed.  One of those whom she had treated like whale-shit should be on her way at any moment.

Susan’s stomach was rolling and she kept swallowing to kick back the endless bile that seemed to be rising from her gut.  Her senses were on overload.  She could taste the horrible taste of sweat, balls, and rancid sex juices.  Her olfactory nerves were rebelling at the odor of the vile juices that were coating her lips and face.  Her eyes would forever see the sight of the back of a man’s balls and his shitty asshole.  Finally, her pussy and ass tunnel were still trembling and threatening to seize up from the insults that had been bestowed upon them.  Then her remaining sense offered hope.  She heard the doorbell. 

Several possibilities went through her fatigued brain.  It could be someone she knew who would raise some kind of alarm when she didn’t answer the doorbell.  Perhaps her alarm system had sent out a message that her home had been invaded (she wasn’t really sure if Ed had disabled the alarm system).  And, if Ed answered the door, alarm bells might be set off in the mind of whoever was at the door.

She was able to turn her head to see Ed and she was shocked.  He was still naked.  And, he was actually walking out of the room – apparently to answer the door in that condition.  His clothes were still lying on the floor so she knew he hadn’t at least put on his trousers.  What the hell was he thinking?  He surely wouldn’t answer the door like that.  He did.

Ed was glad to see a fellow comrade – another delivery person.  He opened the door and stood there in all his glory.  The woman standing there chuckled when she saw him.

She spoke.  “Hello white boy.  You are a sight.  I see you have started without me.  Is she warmed up?”

“She is warmed up and ready for you.”

The woman to whom he was speaking was herself, a sight.  She was black.  She was short – perhaps no more than five feet tall.  And, she was almost five feet wide as she surely tipped the scale somewhere between a sixth and a seventh of a ton.  She had on her brown uniform that included brown shorts.  Her thighs were HUGE.

She walked by him and squeezed his dick as she passed. 

“Well, I see you’re still partially ready,” she said. 

Once inside the house she began to strip.  He knew what was going to transpire and he realized that in some measure he was going to pay quite a price for putting Susan in her place. 

She continued stripping and quite quickly stood before him naked.  There was so much fat on her that it was impossible to see how she moved.  The fat hung down her stomach in waves.  Her ass looked like two dirigibles, side by side.  Her cunt hair made the rain forest look like a barren plain.  Her tits, with their size, had lost the battle to gravity years ago.  They hung straight down to somewhere where her belly button must have been.  Her purple nipples pointed directly to the floor.  Her lips and nose were full.  She was not a pretty woman.

Her name was Ricolaleta.  She was incredibly sweaty which actually represented the way she was all the time.  Her eyes flashed with amusement as he spoke to her.

“The cunt is ready for phase 2.  Are you ready?  More importantly, is your ass hole ready?”

She laughed and said, “Honey, this ass of mine is always ready.”

He laughed in return, put his arm partially around her and said, “Come on.”

As they entered the room where Susan was being held, Ricolaleta whistled and said directly to Susan, “Honey, you are in for one hell of a ride.”

Susan was flabbergasted.  She was also a racist.  All she saw was one fat, naked bitch of a nigger.  Susan exclaimed, “What the hell is that fat, dumb nigger doing in my house?”

Ricolaleta responded, “Oh honey, you don’t want to make me upset.”

Now, Susan had just used three diminutive words to describe Ricolaleta.  Two of them were accurate.  Ricolaleta was black.  She was also quite fat.  She was anything but dumb.  She had an I.Q. of 164 – perhaps one-fourth of her body weight.  However, because of her race, her gender, and, especially, her size – she simply could not find employment that adequately used her intelligence.  So, she had settled for this simple delivery job.  It did pay the bills – kind of.

The man intervened in the conversation, “Ricolaleta is here because I’m going to fuck her in the ass.  We wanted you to see.”

As he said this, Susan recognized the terribly fat woman.  It was a delivery person who worked for one of the big delivery chains.  Susan hated blacks.  She hated fat people.  She hated ordinary delivery people.  Ricolaleta had three reasons to be hated and Susan hated her three times more for all of these reasons.

So, he was going to fuck this fat nigger in the ass.  That just showed what kind of a stupid son-of-a-bitch he was.

At this point, Ricolaleta and Ed walked over to the table and stood on opposite sides of the table that held up their prize.  Ed lifted up the drop-leaf so that Susan’s head was now parallel to the floor.  They then slowly began walking around the table and discussed the cunt that was on the table.  They talked as though Susan could not hear them.

Ricolaleta:  “She’s a skinny bitch, almost no tits at all.  Can she suck dick well?”

Ed:  “She’s an adequate cocksucker.”

This pissed off Susan.  He should be grateful that her tongue had even touched him.  Who the hell did he think he was?

Ricolaleta:  “Her pussy hairs fairly good.  Not as pretty as mine but not bad for a white bitch.”

This really pissed off Susan.  Susan knew her bush was a beauty.  She also knew that Ricolaleta’s bush looked like the fucking jungle from which she probably came.

Ed:  “You should see her ass.  It is an ass for the ages.  In a moment I’ll let you get a look at it.”

Ricolaleta:  “Is it an eating ass.  I like to eat ass.”

Susan shuddered.

Then Ricolaleta reached out and put her pudgy hand and fingers on Susan’s right tit.  She spoke, “Well, at least her titty is somewhat firm.  I hate droopy tits.”

Susan thought about shouting out to tell Ricolaleta what her tits looked like.  Thankfully, for Susan’s own sake, she clamped her mouth shut.

Ricolaleta:  “Whew!  My pussy itches.”

When Ricolaleta said this, she was at Susan’s head and her huge pussy was just inches from Susan’s face.  It smelled.  No, it stank.  It was laden with old sweat, new sweat, and god knows what else.  Ricolaleta reached down with her hand and burrowed into her snatch.  She scratched it quite loudly and finally, after a long period of time passed, Ricolaleta pulled her fingers from the depths of her pussy.  Her fingers were wet and stinky.

Ricolaleta then reached out her hand and rubbed her fingers just beneath Susan’s nostrils.  It was truly worse than anything that had been on Ed’s nuts.

As all of transpired, Ed began thinking out loud.  “”Ricolaleta, we need a place for you to lie.  Somewhere other than the floor.  Somewhere that will allow me stand up while I fuck your ass.  Do you see any place that might work?”

“Oh honey, I sure do.”

Susan was trying to figure out where this was all going and, slowly, it began to sink in.  However, the thought was so preposterous that she simply refused to let the thought go anywhere.

This changed as she saw him dragging a stepstool over to the end of her table beneath her head. 
The thought began to take shape even more as he spoke to Ricolaleta.

“Susan’s pussy is too far from her face.  Come over here and let’s release her legs from the stirrups. Then let’s pull them back toward her head, scrunch her up so that she’s not extended to her full length.”

The two perpetrators did as he said and quickly her legs were lifted and drawn back toward her head.  This raised her ass, and her pussy was now, indeed, closer to her face.  Her legs were almost parallel to her torso.  Then Ed and Ricolaleta pulled her legs apart to a quite uncomfortable v-shape.  Her pussy was now easily available.  They secured her legs to the sides of the table.  Then, Ed removed the two “torpedoes” that were residing in her asshole and pussy.  Susan began screaming as the realization of the immediate future began to become a reality. 

“Oh God!  Please.  Please.  No, no, no, no, no.  Please don’t do this.”

He did.  And Ricolaleta did.

Ricolaleta stepped up to lie on Susan.  The black woman was surprisingly agile for such a large person.  She easily crawled over Susan’s body until her mouth was directly above Susan’s pussy.  This meant that, in turn, Ricolaleta’s pussy was directly over Susan’s face.  From Susan’s perspective, it was not a pretty sight.  As she looked at the huge maw directly above her line of sight, she thought she was seeing a cannibalistic creature from a bad ‘50’s horror film. 

The pussy lips were fat in the same measure as the person to whom they were attached.  They were quite wet and they seemed to be pulsating in some strange jungle rhythm.  The clitoris looked as though it might be bigger than some men’s dick.  Plus, there was the hair.  There was cunt hair in abundance to a degree that would have been in the Guinness’ book of records if such a category existed.

To make matters worse, Ed brought over a spotlight on a stand to shine a bright light on Ricolaleta’s hairy cunt and cheesy ass.  Susan now saw the face of hell in all of its glory.

The thighs were like pillars used to support an ancient Greek building.  The huge and mighty ass was made up of waves of cellulite.  And, of course, there was the shit-laden asshole.  It gaped open and showed a tunnel that surely led to more shit than any one normal person could ever hold.

Susan’s eyes than saw a shadow come over her face.  Ed was actually walking up to the ass that resided above Susan’s face.  His dick was completely erect.  It entered the asshole with the ease of a hot knife going through butter.  As his dick worked forward into the shithole, his balls rested on Susan’s forehead.

Then, Ricolaleta lowered her huge mouth and full lips onto Susan’s pussy.  It was a match of hole to hole.  Susan’s entire snatch disappeared into the mammoth cave.

The hair on Ed’s nuts now flowed into Susan’s eyes.  In addition, the stink from the pussy and the ass enveloped her.  Unbelievably, she could now feel his balls rolling on her forehead as he began humping the formidable shit tunnel.

Ed was surprised.  In some ways, what he was doing was completely repulsive.  He liked Ricolaleta but she was not particularly sexually inviting to him.  However, he did have to admit that she knew how to work her asshole.  It seemed to have a life of its own as she used her huge nether muscles to milk his tool.  She was good.

Meanwhile, Ricolaleta’s huge pussy lips had enveloped the bottom half of Susan’s face.  The lips were quivering and it was quivers with force behind them.  Susan was getting enough air to breathe but it was air that was being filtered through Ricolaleta’s pubic hair and then through the edges of those mighty pussy lips.

Also, Susan could not hear.  Her ears were plugged by the sweaty fat of Ricolaleta’s mighty thighs.  The fat on the thighs was sending waves up and down the structure of those buttresses – in a manner not unlike the bubbly waves in a 1960’s lava lamp.  The thighs seemed to be sending out cascades of sweat and the fat lady’s sweat was almost as rank as her pussy and asshole.  Susan felt enveloped in horrid sexual organs.

The table upon which all of this was occurring was groaning in desperation.  Ed had built it out of titanium and it was, by nature, quite strong.  But the gross weight of Ricolaleta along with the miniscule weight of Susan was stretching the titanium’s stress factors to their limits.  Yet, the table did manage to hang in there.

Ed was getting used to seeing his tool disappear into the mighty ass cheeks.  Susan’s pussy was getting moist from the ministrations of Ricolaleta’s mouth.  However, Susan was not enjoying any part of any of this whatsoever.  Ricolaleta – well – what can be said?  True, she was fat; but – she was also intelligent.  Thus, her brain told her that the kind of sex she was involved in here was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

Oddly enough, Ricolaleta had never had a sexual encounter with a white man before.  His dick was a bit on the small side in relationship to the dicks that she had experienced.  But – it was not without virtue and she was beginning to get in to the whole thing.  This was bad news for Susan.  Because now, Ricolaleta’s pussy was exuding juices like a St. Louis fireplug on a hot July afternoon.  It was erupting in torrents.

Susan had read about water boarding.  She thought, surely this must be similar as she tried to swallow the juices that were coating her face and, especially her mouth.  And, Ed’s balls were bouncing on her forehead in an increasing tempo of sexual rhythm.  It was bad – very bad.

Ed came.  He really, really came.  His cum poured into Ricolaleta’s asshole and actually made an attempt to fill the massive cavity.  After finishing his gusher, he rested inside her asshole until his dick had gone completely flaccid.

He told Ricolaleta to scoot forward but to keep her ass in the air so none of it leaked out.  She did.  This pulled her pussy away from Susan’s mouth and her mouth away from Susan’s pussy.  This did not dismay Susan but her relief was short lived.

Ed spoke, “Turn your head sideways cunt.  Clean my dick.”

Susan turned her head sideways with an exaggerated slow motion.  Ed let this pass.  She would suffer enough in the next few moments. 

His flaccid dick hung uselessly just inches from her mouth.  Susan’s eyes actually crossed as she looked at the spent tool.  It was filthy.  There were brown juices all over it – from tip to base.  It stank.

He spoke, “Punishment is directly on the horizon for you.  Its intensity is based on your actions during the next period of time.  Do you understand?”

Susan:  Yes, I understand.”  Her voice was soft as the morning dew but her tongue immediately reached forward.

Ed also stepped forward and her tongue wrapped around his filthy, limp dick.  She began licking.  Somehow, his tool reacted to her touch and it became semi-erect.  This made it easier for her.  As she reflected on his words, her tongue began working in earnest, sucking in the filth that was on the tool.  She swallowed fiercely – trying to swallow the crap in one fell swoop to make it as tasteless as possible.  It was not tasteless.

When she finished, it was apparent that she had done a worthy job.  His dick, his balls, and his pubic hair were sparking clean.

Then Ed spoke to Ricolaleta, “Begin tilting upright and I will guide your butt on to her face so that your asshole is over her face.”

Despite not having practiced this maneuver, they coordinated their efforts in a quite accurate manner.

As her asshole became centered on Susan’s mouth, dick juice began flowing freely into Susan’s waiting mouth.

Ed, “Cunt, open wide your mouth.”

She did.

She quickly began ingesting the fluid and she instantly experienced a taste and odor of what could have been fluid from a septic system full of used condoms.  Its taste and fragrance exceeded anything anyone could have dreamed of.

As Susan finally finished her task, the doorbell rang for a second time.  Susan was about to meet the man who delivered her bottled water – Sailor “Horsecock” Thompson.

Susan Gets A Delivery, Part 3

Sailor “Horsecock” Thompson was a piece of work as everyone was soon to find out.  Once again, Ed went to the door naked.  This time he looked through the peep hole in the door to be assured that the visitor was the one for whom he had been waiting.  It was.

Sailor’s name was a result of a brief union between his mother and an unknown sailor.  His mother, Mary by name, had been a Mennonite missionary in New Orleans.  While on a walkway near one of the ports, Mary was preaching the gospel to any passersby who would listen.  It was her misfortune that a horny sailor stopped to listen to her.

She confronted him directly and asked, “Have you found Jesus?”

He replied, “I didn’t know he was lost.  Why don’t we look for him in this alley?”

Before she could respond, his strong hand had her by the arm and forced her into a nearby alley.  New Orleans, while a happy city, was in reality an adult theme park.  No one really thought anything of what they were seeing.

Before Mary knew what was happening he had hit her in the stomach with a hard-driven punch.  As she bent over, he heisted up her long, plain cotton dress and pulled her drawers down.  As she tried to straighten in protest he held a knife to her throat and said, “Stay bent over sweety, see if you can find Jesus on the ground because I am going to help you find a good, hard dick.”

Then, without further adieu, he fucked her.  It was to be her first and last time for intercourse.  After coming inside of her, he withdrew, wiped his dick on her butt, and left.  She never knew his name and never saw him again.  Thus, her only son was conceived.

As she carried the baby, her church considered her a failure.  They simply knew that she had done something to entice a man and that she had fallen prey to the sins of the flesh.  When she was eight months pregnant, they made her stand in front of the church to confess, to apologize and to ask forgiveness.

She stood there, young and defenseless and looked at her accusers.  She knew she would be judged by the depth, sincerity and intensity of her confession.  She looked for a full minute without saying anything. 

Then she spoke, “Fuck all of you goddamn do-gooders.”

As she finished the last word of this declaration she ripped off all of her plain outer clothes to reveal that she had on nothing beneath.  Her breasts were full, her stomach was huge, and her bush was a golden brown.

She turned and left to shown them a really good ass, as asses go.

It is not reported, but it is suspected that there were more than a few church men who experienced an erection.  Some things are best left unsaid.

When the child was born he created quite a stir.  Immediately after coming into the world, all of the hospital staff came to look at him.  He was ugly – no question about that.  But, he had the hugest dick anyone had ever seen on a newborn.  It was a sign – a sign of things to come.

One of the nurses looked at Mary and said, “Honey, this child is going to provide a lot of pain and a lot of pleasure to many a woman.”  She was at least half right as a prophetess.  He would offer pleasure to few, if any, women.

To mark the origin of his conception, Mary named him “Sailor”.

And, oddly enough, he became a sailor.  He served ten years in the navy.  He was finally kicked out for raping too many female colleagues and fucking too many civilian wives all across the world.  He then joined the merchant marines and continued his adventures.  Finally, his exploits made him undesirable even in this arena.  Along the way, he acquired the nickname “Horsecock”.  It was quite accurate as nicknames go.

Horsecock had a standard modus operandi.  First he would fuck a bitch in her pussy, causing a great deal of trauma to genitals that had never experienced such an engine.  Then, he would fuck their ass, completely destroying their shit chute.  Finally, he would fuck their mouth, causing a severe deprivation of oxygen for the moment, almost dislocating jaws, and – in general – bring a sense of total vileness and depravity to his victims.  He was, in short, a mean son-of-a-bitch.

Ed knew all of this background as he led Horsecock to the room where Susan and Ricolaleta waited to see the new arrival.  When Horsecock entered the room, Susan was dismayed.  It was the bastard who delivered her bottled water.  She hated him.  She had complained about him many times.  He was ugly and ill-mannered.

In contrast to Susan’s reaction, Horsecock was elated.  This was, without a doubt, the finest piece of ass he had ever had access to.  She was primo.  Horsecock had force-fucked all kinds of bitches.  None had looked like this.  He circled her, taking in every aspect of her body.  He even sent up a “thank you” prayer to the god in whom he didn’t believe.

As Susan watched the bastard circling her and ogling her, she was right in her initial assessment of the bastard.  He was ugly.  He wore a dirty sailor’s cap that had ceased being white many years ago.  His sailor blouse was too short and revealed a well-muscled midriff.  In fact, despite his lean physique, muscles rippled everywhere on his body – especially his arms.  In addition, he was one of those men whose veins seemed to want to pop out of his skin.  However, Susan had never seen his primary feature although she had seen hints when she viewed the obvious bulge in his crotch.  She would have been shocked to learn that this bulge was simply the scrunching up of a huge flaccid prick.

Horsecock quickly shucked his clothes – except for the hat.  When he stood naked, however, three gasps in unison indicated that none of the three noticed his cap.  First of all, he had tattoos that seemed to cover every inch of his torso.  They were, quite frankly, pornographic.  They showed him fucking women in every position imaginable.  Each one represented a bitch he had raped. 

However, none of the three even noticed this human canvas of degradation.  It was his dick that drew their attention and their gasps.  It really was a horse cock.  It was intensely erect and long and thick.  None even dared to guess its length and girth.  It was simply too long for any human body to carry or to ingest.  Yet, Susan knew she would surely ingest it in one of her holes – none of which would surely be able to accommodate it.  She would have passed out if she had known he had plans for all of her apertures.

Susan immediately began bawling, “Please, please, no, no – don’t let him put that in me.”

She repeated this same sentence over and over.  Finally Horsecock had enough and said to Ed, “Shut the bitch up.  She’s getting on my nerves.”

Ed:  “Walk over and hit the cunt.  You’re closer.”

Horsecock replied, “I don’t hit women.  I only fuck them.”

The irony of this was not lost on the six ears that heard these contradictory words.

At that, Ed walked over and slapped her openhanded on the sides of her tits.  After he had hit her about a dozen times, she clamped her mouths shut.

At this, Horsecock reached down and pulled a large length of thick rope from the back pocked of his pants that lay in a heap on the floor.  The evil-looking rope had gigantic knots on each end.  Horsecock easily grasped one of the knots in his huge right hand.  He swung it menacingly through the air.

He then walked over to Susan’s form.  He expressed admiration over her configuration.  Her legs were still pulled back over her body, almost horizontal to her torso.  Her pussy and ass hole were readily available.  Her head was in an upraised position as the drop leaf had been raised to a thirty degree angle above horizontal.

Horsecock straightened his arm and swung his arm in a huge arc, bringing the knotted rope directly down on to her pussy.  The knot buried itself in her pussy.  He watched gleefully as she cried at the top of her lungs.

Ricolaleta was curious as she asked, “I thought you said you didn’t hit women.”

“I lied, nigger.”

She replied, “Fuck you ass hole.”

He said nothing as Ed intervened, “All right cool it.  We’re here to do Susan – not each other.”

Everyone shut up although Susan was weeping openly.  More was to come as Horsecock began swinging the rope with a vengeance.  The rope brought havoc to Susan’s pussy, ass hole, nipples, thighs, and stomach – every part of her body that could be reached.  It was delivery payback time.

When Horsecock finally quick the beating, Ed and Ricolaleta were astounded.  Horsecock was not breathing hard and had not even broken a sweat.

The same, however, could not be said for Susan.  She was breathing quite hard – in short and quick gasps as fluids ran from her mouth and nose.  She certainly was sweating as her skin glistened around the marks that Horsecock had inflicted.  Her body looked as though it had been thrown from a skidding motorcycle and road rash had obliterated her skin.  Her skin actually had indentations that matched the pattern of the fibers of the rope knot.  She was a mess.

Horsecock finally spoke in a deep raspy voice, “I’m ready to fuck her cunt.  Do you want me to fuck it as is or do you want it prepared?  I actually prefer dry pussy but it looks as though hers is beyond dry at this time.”

Ed:  “Ricolaleta, eat her.”

Susan heard the words but none of them registered with her brain.  Her brain was still trying to sort out the messages of terror that her body parts were sending to it.  The most traumatic messages seemed to be coming from her pussy, ass hole, tits and nipples.  Her body and brain were on overload.

Meanwhile, Ricolaleta stepped forward and scooched down to perform her assignment.  Once again, her mouth surrounded the once-attractive pussy and her tongue burrowed inward.  Susan looked down and realized her pussy was being eaten once more by this fat creature.  She didn’t care anymore.  She just didn’t want the rope again and she certainly didn’t want Horsecock’s dick in her.  However, she didn’t have a vote in the decision.

Soon, Susan’s snatch was sopping wet.  It was certainly wet from all of Ricolaleta’s saliva.  And, no doubt it was wet from the pussy’s uncontrollable reaction to the stimulus that had been applied to it.  Ricolaleta withdrew her probing tongue, stood, and pointed to the wet snatch.

Ricolaleta suggested, “Ready for your inspection.”

To Susan’s dismay, each man came forward and spread her pussy wide open while they bent down with their eyes just inches from her cunt.  She felt like an animal.  Ed’s finger went inside the tunnel, withdrew it and showed it to Horsecock.

Horsecock, ever careful, said, “I’ll inspect for myself, thank you.”

And, he did.  He put his right index finger in the pussy and swabbed it around carefully.  He withdrew his finger and inspected the moisture carefully.  Then, he brought it to his nostrils and sniffed it thoroughly.  He looked upward as though he were contemplating what he had just inhaled.  Finally, he put the wet finger in his mouth and sucked his finger clean. 

He could be seen rolling it around his mouth as though it were a wine-tasting exercise.  Finally, not wanting to contaminate his taste buds, he spit a mouth full of spit and pussy juice directly into Susan’s navel.

For Susan, it was an entirely revolting ordeal and, perhaps, in the top three of worst experiences she had undergone during this whole ordeal.

Horsecock broke the silence, “She’s as wet as can be expected.  Her pussy is quite small.  She’s about to have an experience that will last a lifetime.  My dick is going to expand her horizons in a manner she would not have thought possible.”

Now Ed was surprised.  He knew that Horsecock was basically a sea-going laborer.  He knew that Horsecock was completely immoral and really not very educated.  The structure of these sentences spoken by Horsecock and his vocabulary was completely out of character to his personage.

“Go figure,” Ed thought to himself.

Without any warning, Horsecock crawled up to the table and plunged his gigantic dick directly into Susan’s snatch, burying it completely

Susan screamed such as she had never screamed before.  She just knew she was being split in twain.  It truly was a pain such as she had never experienced.  It became worse.

Horsecock began swirling his hips in a clockwise motion as though he was using his dick to ream out this tiny, tiny hole.  At the same time, he placed his strong arms around her legs that were back over her body.  Then, he pushed down with all of his strength to bring her legs down beside her head.  She would not have believed she was capable of this configuration and, certainly, up to now she could never have done it on her own.

As her legs were pushed down to the table, her crotch was thrust upward as though she were trying to make stronger contact with his horse cock.  She certainly had no desire to do so but, in this instance, she had no choice.

His face was now inches in front of her face and his mouth was open as he began grunting.  His breathe was the breathe of the dead.  His cheeks were pulled back to cause him to look as though he was smiling.

His two front, upper teeth were gold teeth.  Etched on each of them was a dick, each pointing to the other.  Saliva was dripping from his mouth.  Some was coating these gold teeth and, as it dripped on to Susan, it gave the impression that the two gold dicks were cuming on to her face.  In any case, neither the actual feeling, smell, nor appearance was anything at all pleasant.

But, Susan had bigger problems.  Her pussy was in agony.  The tendons along the backs of her thighs were screaming as they refused to adjust to this inhuman contortion to which they were being subjected. 

Horsecock had increased the tempo and the force with which he was fucking the protesting cunt.  He truly gave meaning to the word “engine” that was sometimes used to describe a man’ dick.

Susan was in agony that kept increasing in intensity.  Her pussy was crying out.  She didn’t think any tissues had been torn in her personal area but the tissues were definitely being stretched far beyond their design.

Many an erotic story would have had Susan beginning to experience involuntary pleasure at this assault.  In reality, Susan was not experiencing any pleasure.  Her fuck chute was not getting wet from this invasion.  Her pussy simply hurt beyond anyone’s imagination.

Horsecock was picking up the pace.  Whilst all of this was going on, the jaws of the two onlookers had dropped in amazement.  Ed and Ricolaleta could not believe what they were seeing.

His huge tool was disappearing and re-appearing in an impossible cycle of humping.  They were in awe.  This was truly one of the numbered wonders of the world.  They felt as though they were seeing an event so extraordinary that they would never be able to describe it accurately to anyone who would even deign to listen to them.

They watched as Horsecock’s ass began clenching in time to the remarkable rhythm he had established.  He was about to give Susan the money shot.

And, give it to her he did.  The truth be told, most women did not feel a man’s spunk when it exited his dick into the receiving pussy.  It was just something that made the story more erotic.  In this case, Susan truly did feel his fire hose of flesh as it sent cascades of his spewing cream into her body.  She felt as though it was an assault within an assault.  It was not pleasant.

Finally, Horsecock collapsed onto her body as they both came together in a pool of each other’s sweat.  The stench in the room was the stench of an historic fucking.

Then, Horsecock slowly withdrew his long, flaccid dick from her cunt.  It was coated in her juices and, thankfully for her, there was no blood mixed in.  Somehow, someway, her pussy had held up to the terrible pounding that had just been imposed upon it.

Horsecock spoke, “Don’t worry little lady.  This dick will only take about five minutes to recover.  Then, we can moved down to your ass hole.”

Susan shuddered.

Susan Gets a Delivery, Part 4

As Susan shuddered, she didn’t notice the new configuration that her three oppressors had taken around her.

Ricolaleta was at the end of the table where Susan’s bottom wares were amply displayed.  Juices were flowing freely from her gaping pussy.  Lots of pink led to a dark tunnel that was overflowing with Horsecock’s spunk.

Ed had moved to the middle of the table.  Although Susan’s legs were still bent back over her head, he reached beneath her marvelous thighs and began gently massaging her breasts.  Susan’s pussy was still sending messages of pain to her brain and her body still ached from the beating she had taken from the knotted rope.

Meanwhile, Horsecock had moved to her head.  He let down the drop leaf so that her head was now once again bent backward and downward at a thirty degree angle.  She was now looking directly at his sweaty balls and his impossible tool.

Horsecock lifted his somewhat flaccid cock and ran it around her right cheek, hooked it over her jutting chin, brought it up along her left cheek and draped the huge purple head across her left eye.

It was not a good view for her.  The odor of sex completely filled her nostrils.  Her skin felt the wetness that was everywhere on his shaft.  Her right eye could see a droplet of leftover spunk that was creeping from his huge piss slit.

The droplet of cum seemed to be moving in slow motion as it finally released itself from Horsecock’s dick and fell gently directly onto her eyeball.  Somehow her brain seemed to speak to her as it seemed to say, “Why didn’t you close your eyes you dumb shit.”

As it was, the white, creamy substance seemed to burn like lye soap in her eye.  Tears immediately began flooding her eyes again.

While all of this was going on, Susan could feel Ricolaleta beginning to rummage around in the gaping hole that had once been Susan’s rather tight pussy.  It was tight no longer.

Ricolaleta first inserted two of her pudgy fingers in the waiting cunt.  The fingers had room to spare.  So, Ricolaleta inserted her remaining two fingers in the sloppy hole.  There was still plenty of wiggle room.  Ever the adventurer, Ricolaleta immediately inserted her entire hand along with her thumb in Susan’s groaning pussy.

For Susan, it was one more strange intrusion that was not at all pleasant.  Ricolaleta then proceeded to see how deeply her hand – and arm – could be plunged into the sex tunnel.  Her arm went far down the chute until it finally bottomed out.  That was when Susan let out a horrible, blood-curdling scream of intense pain.

Susan was beside herself and gave the impression of going into deep convulsions.

Ed spoke, “O.K. Ricolaleta, you better withdraw.  We still have plenty of work to do with this bitch.”

Reluctantly, Ricolaleta complied.  She had rather been enjoying herself as she brought additional pain to this bitch who had been so horrible to her.

Horsecock was not impressed by the order for Ricolaleta to stop hurting the cunt.  He felt a need to give the bitch no respite from the onslaught that was being bestowed upon her.  He picked up his long tool and used it to bitch-slap Susan all over her face.  Ordinarily, this would not have been a great imposition of pain.  However, Susan had reached a breaking point and any little thing was more than she could bear.

She tried to roll her head around to escape the dick-slapping she was taking.  It was to no avail.  His huge dickhead was everywhere, hitting her constantly.

Ed and Ricolaleta watched with amusement as this insulting attack continued for almost ten minutes.

But, Horsecock had to finally quit.  His tool was becoming aroused and was erecting itself once more into a large hunk of stiff pipe.  It was time for more action.

Ricolaleta spoke softly, “Now baby, he’s going to fuck your ass.  There is no doubt about that.  It is going to hurt horribly.  There is no doubt about that.  You can have it dry, in which case, there will surely be torn tissues that will result in a lengthy measure of pain.”

Susan’s eyes opened wide with horror as she looked at the huge weapon just above her face.

Ricolaleta continued, “Or, you can have lubricant inserted in your butt hole.  Your ass will still be in great pain, but the tender tissues inside of your ass may, just may, survive without damage.”

Susan spoke immediately, “Please, please, use a lubricant in my ass.”

Ed then joined in, “I can certainly allow lubricant.  But, there is no free lunch.  You must pay a price.”

Susan:  “Yes, yes, anything.”

Ed:  “I read that some cultures in the Pacific Rim feel that urine has medicinal qualities.  Thus, they drink it regularly every day.  Here we have a situation where drinking urine will definitely have some medicinal qualities for you.”

There was silence in the room.

At first, Susan didn’t make the connection between his cultural lesson and what was about to happen to her.  Then, an imaginary light could be seen to light above her head.  It was not a light of happy illumination.

Susan:  “Please, please, no, no.”

Ed:  “O.K. Horsecock.  Fuck her ass.”

Horsecock:  “With pleasure.”

Horsecock immediately withdrew from Susan’s head and began walking around the table, his huge erect prick leading him to the new target.

Susan:  “Oh god, oh god.  I’ll do it, god help me I’ll do it.  Bring me a glass of piss.”

The three onlookers laughed in unison.  Ed spoke, “Oh no bitch.  No glass.  You’ll get it straight from the tap – warm, fresh and frothy.”

Susan’s eyes became the size of saucers as she saw Ed pick up his dick and walk around to her head.  She began weeping openly.

Ricolaleta and Horsecock were watching Susan’s face with amusement as the terror and disgust completely took over her countenance.  She absolutely did not want to do this but she also didn’t want a fleshy fencepost stuck up her ass without lubrication.  She was torn as she realized what she had to do to keep from being torn.

As Ed stood above Susan’s backward, upside-down face, she opened her mouth in resignation.  She was repulsed but she was resigned to the fate that was going to be bestowed upon her.  She closed her eyes.

Ed warned her, “Open your eyes.  I want you to see my nuts and the base of my dick as I piss in your mouth.”

Her eyes opened slowly and he immediately moved forward.  He said to her, “Bitch, you have complained about every delivery anyone has ever made to you.  This is going to be one delivery you will not complain about.”

She signed.

He continued, “I have a remarkable ability to control my stream of piss and to shut it down and begin it without any problem whatsoever.  I assure you that I will portion out my piss in measures that you can accommodate.  However, if you spill any of my golden fluid, you will be punished.  Ricolaleta will beat you and Horsecock will fuck your ass with no lube whatsoever.  Do NOT spill any.”

Susan immediately closed her lips tightly around his dick, just below the base of his purple dickhead.  She shuddered.  He began pissing.

The thought of having piss in her mouth was atrocious.  The actual event of having piss in her mouth was even worse than her worst thoughts.  Her stomach rolled as it anticipated the delivery that was soon to be made to it. 

Susan’s cheeks immediately ballooned out and it was obvious that she was having trouble maintaining her lip-seal around his flaccid prick.  True to his word, he stopped his flow.

Now, Susan was in a quandary.  She didn’t want to swallow but swallow she must.  However, due to the physics of her situation – with her head bent backwards and upside down, she found it quite difficult to get her “swallowing” muscles to do what she wanted.

Her three protagonists watched with amusement as they realized her problem.  They waited with anticipation.  Their anticipation was rewarded as they literally saw the gulp go along her throat and, obviously, into her stomach.

Her stomach was not at all happy.  Her taste buds reviled her.  Piss was not their cup of tea.

Before Susan could gather her senses, another full load of yellow gold was delivered to her mouth.  Again, a repeat of the previous process.  Except this time, Ed, Ricolaleta, and Horsecock applauded her effort and Ed said appraisingly, “That’s a good little girl.”

Susan was not amused nor did she particularly like being praised for her efforts to swallow piss.  Her super human swallowing efforts were a result of her wanting to protect her asshole tissues, not to give pleasure to any of these bastards.

In any case, Susan was approaching a near-panic mode.  She had now downed at least four, perhaps five, mouthfuls of Ed’s piss.  The horrible thought of swallowing piss, plus the actual taste of swallowing the vile liquid, along with the notion that she was about to be fucked in the ass by a dick of tree trunk proportions was becoming too much for her mind to contemplate.  And yet, things worsened.

Ricolaleta had moved around to Susan’s side and was slapping the shit out of Susan’s tits.  This wasn’t part of the pre-prepared agenda but, for some reason, Ricolaleta just felt like doing it.

Ed really didn’t give a shit one way or the other about Susan getting her tits slapped.  He was concentrating totally on proportioning out his piss into Susan’s mouth and he really couldn’t be distracted.  Susan wasn’t complaining, she was too busy concentrating on keeping a tight seal around Ed’s dick, focusing on keeping her stomach from upchucking everything, and trying to manipulate her throat muscles to swallow each delivery of piss that was made to her mouth.  So, with no words to the contrary, Ricolaleta was beating the shit out of tits that she knew were so much better than her own.

Horsecock was using this “down” time for himself to heap verbal taunts at this once-haughty bitch.

“How’s the piss taste bitch?”

“Are we having fun yet?  I am.”

“Hey bitch, your tits are loosing their white purity.  They’re red as the head of the dick of a dog.”

“Speaking of dogs and bitches, you fucking bitch, you’re about to feel once massive prick slam into your ass hole.  Are you ready?”

Finally, there was a break.  Ed was now simply milking his prick to get the last few drops into Susan’s mouth.  Ricolaleta was tired and sweaty and smelly and too tired to slap tits anymore.  Horsecock was stroking himself to get his already-firm dick into even more of a hard situation.

Susan was simply trying to quell her distraught emotions and her protesting stomach.  She had not even noticed that somewhere along the way, all of her bindings had been released and she was actually lying on the table with no restraints.  It made no difference.  She was too depleted and defeated to even try to get off of the horrible table.

Then, Ed gave her new directions.  “All right bitch.  It’s time.  Get up on your hands and knees.  Stick your head to the table and your ass in the air.  Reach back with your hands and spread your ass.  Trust me; it’s to your advantage to spread them very wide.”

Oddly enough, Susan was so far gone that she did not even speculate about when her bindings had been released.  Instead, she instantly complied lest there be even more punishment.

She was a beautiful sight.  Her ass – her very best feature – looked good as it poked upward with its ass cheeks spread wide by her hands.  She had instinctively spread her knees far apart on the table and her pussy hair peeked out between her marvelous thighs and beneath that wonderful butt.

At this moment, in contemplation of what he was about to do, Horsecock considered himself the luckiest son-of-a-bitch in the world.  This ass was going to be the capstone to his lifelong devotion to fucking unwilling assholes.  He felt driven to do his very best lest he not be worthy of this wonderful hole and its surrounding territory of ass.

Ed spoke to Ricolaleta, “Go get some lubricant.”

Ricolaleta immediately left the room and returned but a few moments later.  When she returned she was carrying a blue can with red lettering.  It was a can of vegetable shortening that she had obtained from Susan’s well-stocked kitchen.

She went over to Susan’s head that was flat on the table and turned sideways.  Ricolaleta removed the plastic lid, tilted the can in front of Susan’s terrified eyes and showed Susan the white slick-looking contents.

Ricolaleta then spoke in reassuring words to Susan, “Don’t worry honey.  Mama here’s going to put a huge glob of this all inside your teeny little butthole.  It will feel good.”

For some reason, Susan was horrified even more.  When she had heard the word “lubricant”, she had assumed it would be a lubricant of a type such as a common sexual jelly.  This stuff looked awful.

Horsecock was becoming impatient.  “Come on nig – I mean – lady.  Get her ready.  My dick is more than ready.”

Ricolaleta smiled – first at Susan, then at Ed, and finally at Horsecock.  “Yassuh – Masser – right away – Masser,” she said in mock deference.

Then, Ricolaleta shuffled to the end of the table where Susan’s beautiful ass was being displayed in all of its majesty.  The asshole was tiny – very, very tiny.  Ricolaleta grimaced when she thought of what was about to happen to it.  Oh well, the bitch deserved a delivery such as this.

Ricolaleta scooped out a huge glob of shortening and began trying to force it into the tiny hole that was completely not accustomed to having things pushed in it instead of out of it.  Susan had instinctively tightened up her rear hole in response to this strange invasion.

Ricolaleta warned her, “Honey, you better relax and let me put this in you.  You’re going to experience a lot of pain as it is.  You don’t want to make it any more difficult.”

Somehow, amazingly, Susan summoned up a surge of will power and managed to relax her ass hole.  Ricolaleta then proceeded to thrust large amounts of vegetable shortening into the aperture. 

Horsecock was not pleased.  First of all, he didn’t want that white crap all over his dick and balls.  And, more importantly, he wanted her to feel as much pain as he could possibly deliver.  This would certainly reduce the amount of pain he was about to inflict.

Ricolaleta had put in copious amounts of the white substance.  Then, she inserted her pudgy, index finger inside of Susan and began spreading the grease around – at least as far as her short finger would permit.

Ricolaleta informed, “O.K. Horsecock, she’s ready.”

Susan thought to herself, “Bullshit!  I am definitely NOT ready.”

Through all of this, Susan had done a remarkable job of spreading her ass cheeks.  Her body temperature had begun melting the shortening and a creamy white fluid was leaking from her ass and down her matching creamy thighs.

Ed commanded, “Horsecock, get up on the table and fuck her ass.”

Horsecock scampered easily up on to the table between Susan’s legs.  Actually, both Ed and Ricolaleta were a bit astounded at Horsecock’s nimbleness and agility.  They didn’t know his background

Horsecock had worked a couple of seasons in the Caribbean as a deckhand on a tourist sailing vessel.  It was large, 295’ long.  It was a three-masted barque that docked in Barbados.  Simply put, the ship was used for booze cruises.  It took wealthy tourists out every evening and filled them with cheap rum punches.  Quickly under the influence, the tourists felt they were having a marvelous time.

Although the ship was powered by a diesel engine, the deckhands would scamper up the lines and set one group of sails.  The drunken tourists below would crane their necks to see the sailors hop from line to line like monkeys in a zoo.  It was a sight.

Horsecock was especially good at this but he didn’t take the job for the privilege of displaying his talents aloft.  No, he did it because there was always a drunk bitch that he could take below and rape the shit out of her.  They were always too drunk to remember what happened.  However, afterward, all of them wondered why their ass, pussy, and jaws were so sore.  They could only guess but never prove.

Then, one evening as always, Horsecock’s luck ran out.  He had taken an ugly, young bitch down below to inflict his tool upon her.  Unfortunately, she was not as drunk as she appeared.  True, he was able to fuck her.  But, she remembered everything, including his skin-canvas of tattoos.  She testified.  He was convicted.  However, the Barbados police were a bit on the lackadaisical side and Horsecock managed to escape and find a ship going to the Pacific Rim. 

Now, he was between the legs of a first-class cunt and he was looking at an ass he had only seen before in his dreams.  There was no fanfare.  He lined up his massive dickhead and immediately plunged to the hilt into the tiny hole.  If Ed and Ricolaleta had not seen it with their own eyes, they would not have believed it possible.  Susan believed it instantly.

Susan screamed at a pitch and a volume that no human would have believed possible.  She instinctively removed her hands from her ass cheeks and grabbed the edges of the table.  Her head went up and it was as though a coyote was howling at the moon.  Her face was contorted in the fashion of an astronaut during liftoff.  She knew her guts were being straightened to an unnatural position for surely his huge tool had gone beyond the point where her colon made a bend.

Meanwhile, Horsecock had grabbed hold of her luscious hips so as to use her body for leverage.  He had already begun an in-and-out rotation that looked as though he was trying to split her in half.  Indeed, Susan felt as though she was being split in half.

Susan was screaming, sobbing, and trying to buck him off, all at the same time.  Ed’s eyes and Ricolaleta’s eyes were wide with astonishment.  Ed’s dick had instantly become hard.  Ricolaleta had cream running copiously from her pussy, down her huge black thighs.

Horsecock fucked Susan’s beautiful ass thusly for a solid twenty minutes.  It was an amazing feat.  If anything, his dick was becoming harder and larger throughout the exercise.  He, himself, was amazed.  This was, without a doubt, the finest performance he had ever delivered.  And, he was happy that Susan now had something to really complain about.  Life was good.

During this twenty minute ass-fucking, Susan had gone from screaming to whimpering.  This was not to suggest that she was becoming accustomed to the fact that her ass tunnel was being fucked by a tree trunk-like dick.  It simply indicated that her energy level was being exhausted.

Ed had to actually put his ear down next to her mouth to determine if she was merely uttering animalistic sounds or if she was, in fact, mouthing discernable words.  As she whimpered, her sounds became softer and softer.

“No more.  Please no more.  No more.  Please no more.  No more.  Please no more.”

Ed directed the sailor, “Horsecock, go ahead and finish off in her ass.  She’s about to pass out and that will serve no purpose whatsoever.  We have a busy evening ahead of us.”

Then, like a seasoned porn star, Horsecock immediately began preparing for the money shot.  As though from afar, Susan could feel his dick head swelling.  She could feel his huge shaft begin to pulsate with a quicker and quicker rhythm.  And then, his dick finished its crescendo of arousal with a massive load of spunk – spunk delivered to the innermost recesses of her bowels.

Now Susan had never had an enema but with a strange quirk of the way the brain works, she speculated that this must be what an enema felt like.  Horsecock was spewing streams of jism into her. (Little did she know that this was a mere droplet compared to the enemas she would eventually receive.)

Now Ed was concerned about the size of Horsecock’s dick.  Oh sure, he knew it was big.  That tool was a legend amongst all who had heard of it.  However, few men had seen it.  Now that Ed had seen it, he was truly astounded.  It was inhuman.

According to plan, Horsecock’s next course of action was to fuck Susan’s mouth.  However, Ed knew that this would, in all likelihood, cause severe damage to Susan’s throat and probably leave her injured to the point that she would not be able to fulfill the rest of Ed’s planned activities.  Ed was in a quandary.

Horsecock finally withdrew from Susan’s ass.  His dick was coated with jism, shit, and vegetable shortening.  It was not a pretty sight.  However, an even worse sight was the gaping hole that had once been Susan’s tiny mite of an ass hole.  It had been enlarged beyond what anyone would have thought possible.  As it gaped open, strange-looking fluids were dripping out of it.

The size of the hole was in direct proportion to Susan’s agony.  She was truly defeated.  In addition to the loss of her ass’ virginity, she had also lost her voice.  Her thigh muscles were trembling with involuntary motions.  Her stomach was rolling and pitching like the deck of a ship in the midst of a storm.  Her brain was swirling.  It was even more overloaded than it had been up to this point.

Horsecock was, on the other hand, happier than he had ever been in his life.  He had just fucked the ass of a goddess.  He had just fucked a woman who had belittled him every single time they had met previously.  Her pussy was dripping.  Her ass hole was dripping.  Soon her mouth would be overflowing.

Horsecock was looking forward to this next phase with great relish.  This was always the perfect finishing touch when ravishing a bitch.  Her mouth was obviously too small to accommodate his engine – just as her pussy and ass had been too small to accommodate it.  Yet, he had made it work both times and now he was about to make it work a final time.

As he began to walk around the table to Susan’s face, Ed spoke:  “Horsecock, change in plans.  You cannot fuck her mouth and throat.  It will upset the rest of my plans for the evening.”

Horsecock stopped dead in his tracks, his dick wobbling in great swaths in the air as it, too, had to stop so quickly. He retorted, “Fuck you.  We had a deal.  I get to use all three holes.  It’s what I do for god’s sake.”

“I know Horsecock and I feel badly about it.  However, her mouth, jaw and throat must not be injured.  They are to be used in even more vicious ways.  I promise you, when you see her participation in the events of the rest of the evening; you will say it’s worth it.”

“What about my dick?  It’s filthy.  She hasn’t even tasted the shit.  This must be reconciled.”

Ed pondered the dilemma for a moment and offered a solution, “She can clean your dick with her lips and tongue.  She will swallow everything.  I know it’s not the same as fucking her mouth and throat, but it will still be oral action from the most beautiful bitch who’s ever gone down on you.”

Horsecock screwed up his face in contemplation and he knew that this was true.  He had only raped women who were average at best – and – many who were well below average.  It would be fun to see her lick his dick and kiss the expanse of his skin.

“All right.  But, she has to clean my nuts, too.”

Ed agreed, “Of course.  That goes without saying.”

Susan had recovered enough to listen to this negotiation of her mouth.  She felt as though they were talking about an inanimate object instead of her lips, her tongue, and her taste buds.  As she looked at the length and girth of his dick, the filth that was clinging to it, and his hairy, wretched balls, she wished she could die.  But, she knew she wouldn’t.

Without further adieu, Horsecock walked up to her face, pulled it to the edge of the table and told her to get working, or else there was no deal.

With horror and disgust, she began.  Her tongue was tentative at first, barely reaching out from her mouth.  Horsecock warned, “Bitch – do it now – do it big – do it well!”

Susan complied.  Her tongue, itself, became a cleaning engine.  She went up and down his dick, treating it like a long ear of corn, except that she used her lips to remove the crud instead of her teeth.  Her tongue was scooping up shit, cum, and the other white stuff as though she were mining for gold.

The taste was horrible.  The stench even worse.  The texture of the skin on his tool was completely disgusting.  Yet, she was soon to find that the texture of his sack was even worse.  As she moved up to the bulbous, taut head of his dick, she worked harder.  She even planted a huge smooch on his piss slit, actually even plunging the tip of her tongue into its inner reaches.  She was driven.  She did not want his dick down her throat.  She knew she would choke to death if this were to happen.

This went on for a solid forty-five minutes.  Although she had never done anything such as this – after all she had never seen a tool like this – her work was admirable.  She could even hear Ed and commenting that she was handling the whole thing like a pro – a professional dick diver.

Finally, Susan had completed her tasks.  Tastes were intermingling in her mouth, throat and stomach to create a concoction that was completely and thoroughly disgusting.  Susan felt as though these tastes would be with her forever, regardless of any future oral hygiene.  She was ruined.  And, besides, her ass hole was still gaping wide open as the inner tissues of her shit chute felt a flow of air that it had never felt before.

Horsecock asked, “So what’s the rest of the evening consist of?”

Ed answered, “Tonight is the monthly meeting of a very special group – the Citizens of Cum Kingdom.”

There were three simultaneous gasps in the room – one each from Horsecock, Ricolaleta, and Susan.  The Citizens of Cum Kingdom was a legendary club in the area.  It was seldom referred to by its full name.  It was more commonly referred to by its initials – the COCK Club.

No one outside of its limited membership really knew much about.  However, rumor had it that it was the scene of total debauchery and sins of the flesh.

Susan realized that everything thus far had simply been a warm-up.  She was doomed.

Susan Gets a Delivery, Part 5

“The Cock Club”.  That’s what the locals called it.  However, its legal name was:  “Citizens of Cum Kingdom”.

There were so many erroneous rumors that floated around the county regarding the nature of The Cock Club.  All outsiders “knew” it was about depraved sex.  The nature of the speculated sex ranged from underage sex to sex with other species.  Neither of these was correct just as most of the other wild rumors were incorrect.

Since the membership was completely secret, there were rumors that anywhere from fifty to a hundred people were members of this horrible club.  In fact, there were sixteen couples – thirty-two people in all.  It was a tedious effort to find members who could afford such dalliances and who were, also, so inclined.  They were, as one would expect, quite wealthy – and – they were the movers and shakers of the community.

The sixteen couples were divided into four teams – four couples on each team.  The club met four times a year with one team in charge of the evening’s festivities.  Thus, one team was responsible for the entire events of the evening.  The three remaining teams were simply spectators and cheerleaders to all that took place and all that were instigated by the team that was in charge.

The club had certainly been created for what many would consider extreme sexual activities.  However, the members themselves simply considered it very adventurous sex.  Much of their agenda was simply about watching sexual activities that could not normally be viewed in person.  This then was a means of achieving a strong arousal so that they could become personally involved with one another in much better-than-average sex.

The ages of the membership ranged from the youngest of twenty-two years to the oldest of sixty-four years.  They all had a lot time on their hands.  None of them had children.  Thus they were free to do as they pleased within the boundaries of their abilities.

Their meeting place was a huge mansion, set back off of a seldom-traveled road, and protected by high fences and a strong gate.  Plus, they had a security system that many countries would have longed for.

Their quarterly meetings included a magnificent formal dinner prepared by one of the finest chefs in the world.  These were served by four men and four women, all beautiful and with tremendous physiques.  These servers were paid well.

The servers provided two functions.  First of all, they were remarkable servers.  The club had even sent each of them to Europe for three months to some of the top gourmet restaurants to learn how to perform their tasks in a civilized and proper manner.  As to their second function, they were superb eye candy.

When serving, the women servers were always topless, set off by an extremely short skirt with no underwear.  They wore shoes with heels that were impossibly tall.  Except for shoes, socks, and a very special jock strap, the male servers were naked from the waist down. They were quite well endowed.  What made the jock strap special was the fact that it had a hole in the appropriate location so as to permit the wearer’s dick to flop free.

It seems that the club members did not feel it would be sanitary to have testicles roaming free while food was being served.  But, not wanting to be complete prudes, they apparently felt that free-swinging pricks were not unsanitary.

The club had strict rules prohibiting sexual activities between the servers and the members.  If the rules were violated, the server would lose a job that paid well beyond what anyone could imagine.  Also, the offending member would be barred for life from further membership.  The rules had never been violated.

Now, there was certainly a slight amount of groping between the members and the servers but no one had ever gone beyond the occasional ball-fondling or the wistful pussy-petting.  The fact of the matter was that there were so many other sexual activities for members that they never felt a hunger to violate the rules regarding servers.

One of the highlights of each dinner party was the pre-dinner cocktail hour.  This was held in an anteroom in which the walls were decorated with exotic and priceless erotic art.  Some of the paintings were centuries old and had been created by the historical masters of the art world.  All of the paintings were original.

In the center of the cocktail room was a giant turntable (twelve feet in diameter).  An exotic and erotic live person was always displayed there to be discussed and admired.  Susan would have been shocked to know that she was to be not only the featured display but, in fact, the entire evening’s entertainment both during and after the formal dinner.

The quarterly meetings had a theme that was always sexually exhilarating.  These theme nights involved both spectatorship and direct involvement.  Some of these nights had included such things as “Little Love” night in which a gaggle of midgets (the club wasn’t too much on political correctness) was brought in to fuck each other and to provide some exotic sex for the members.

The female members seemed to enjoy holding the naked male midgets upside down by the ankles and giving them blow jobs.  They even had hand-job contests to see who could make her little fellow shoot the furthest.  Some of the distances were outstanding.

The male members enjoyed letting the little ladies be on top while each of them literally masturbated with each gal’s pussy.  Also, there was a contest to see who could make the nipples extend the furthest when their little titties were sucked.

Another theme night involved “Contortionist Cunts & Dicks Night”.  Apparently, this involved performers from a traveling circus.  For a finale, the performers wrapped themselves around the limbs of the members in strange ways so as to exact some of the most exotic and unusual sex imaginable.  Everyone agreed that they had fucked and been fucked by humans in some of the most memorable positions ever devised by humankind.

However, tonight was one they had been looking forward to for the entire year.  It was to be “Enema and Toilet Night”.  They had contracted with Ed for this particular evening and thus this explained his preparation of Susan.

Ed, Ricolaleta, and Horsecock were busy preparing Susan for the evening festivities.  They had cleaned her thoroughly, hosed out the insides of her pussy and ass chute while Ricolaleta was busy giving Susan a makeover with her hair.  Ricolaleta had already applied makeup to Susan’s face.  Needless to say, the makeup was not subtle.

Susan was confused and dismayed.  There had to be a reason for this “positive” attention and the reason could not be good for her well-being.  She was so deep in thought that she scarcely felt the prick of the hypo that went into her left butt cheek.  Within seconds she was completely unconscious.

Susan awoke as from a deep sleep.  She was confused as she lay on the hard surface that was beneath her.  Although her eyes could not yet focus she was able to feel around on the surface with her hands.  To her shock she was not on the table.  From the air wafting across her skin she realized that she was still completely naked except for the fact that her feet were obviously clad in some kind of shoes.

Slowly her eyes brought her surroundings into focus.  She realized that she was lying upon a large circular platform of some sort.  As she looked around she determined that her platform was about eighteen inches above a hardwood floor.  At one end of the room was a liquor bar being tended by a bartender who was busy setting up his work place.  He paid no attention to Susan.

Susan looked down at her feet.  Unbelievably high heels were strapped to her feet.  She knew, even with her experience at formal wear, that these would be difficult to maintain her balance if she were to stand.

She was apprehensive.  She was trembling.  However, somehow she sensed that it would not bode her well to be making any sounds.  She clamped her mouth tightly shut.  But, her eyes betrayed her feelings.  She was terribly frightened.

Then, Ed’s deep voice came rumbling from speakers that were in the ceiling.  “Stand up cunt!”

Without hesitation Susan used her hands to steady herself on the floor as she tried to gather her feet beneath her naked body.  Finally, not without a great deal of shakiness, she stood up completely.  Her legs were still shaky from the sedative she had been given and from the unfamiliar height of the shoes.

For the first time, she saw some of the erotic art that was on the wall to her front.  It was, to be blunt, quite erotic and masterfully well done.  Despite her fear and her pain, she could feel moisture forming on the lips of her pussy and she knew her nipples were engorged and erect.

She knew the condition of her nipples because she could see them in larger-than-life living color.  It seems that she was being televised and videotaped from many angles.  Directly in front of her, on the wall above the erotic art, was a huge television screen.  Her body filled the screen.  To each side of this screen were several smaller screens that displayed her from other angles and with close-ups of special parts of her body.  There were obviously many cameras trained upon her.

On one screen, her right tit was completely filling the display from edge to edge.  Her nipple was beautiful as well as gigantic.  Similarly, her left tit was displayed in the appropriate place on another screen, next to the image of her right tit.  Although both tits looked quite good, she felt that her right tit was somewhat superior to her left tit.  Some women notice such things.

On another screen was a tight close-up of her pussy.  It was so large that she could have counted every strand of her pussy hair.  Her pussy lips were glistening.  Her clitoris was peeking out from its folds, looking like a foreign beast that wanted to come out of its lair.  Finally, there was a tight shot of her ass on the remaining screen.  She had to admit that she was proud of this image.  She truly did have a great ass.

Ed’s voice rang out again from the speaker, “Clasp your hands behind your back and spread your legs apart.”

Susan did as she was told.  With her hands behind her neck, her breasts seemed to jut out even further.  They were a grand sight.  Her legs spread, bringing tension to her ass muscles and, at the same time, showing the full beauty of her pubic hair.

However, Ed was not satisfied.  “We don’t have time to debate. Spread your goddamn legs wider.”

In fear, Susan spread her legs wider.  A glistening bit of moisture could be seen on her pussy lips that just did peek out from the beautiful forest of cunt hair that she carried.  Her legs wobbled at first on the high heels but then she steadied herself.  She was gorgeous.

Ed’s voice rang out once more, “In a moment people will be coming into the room through the double doors next to the bar.  You are NOT to move unless directed to do so.  You are to obey them without question.”

Susan was in pain – both physical and emotional.  Her legs hurt.  Her arms were becoming tired.  Worse still, she was beside herself with shame at the thought of a roomful of people seeing her like this.  She made an assumption that they would be strangers.  She felt shame that she was to be displayed thusly in public but she was glad she would not know any of them.  This last bit of “gladness” was soon to be dashed away.

The double door swung open.  Of the four couples, she knew three of them!

She knew the first couple who entered the room.  It was the Reverend Bobby Bub Bulsheet and his wife Mavis Fay.  Reverend Bobby Bub was the pastor of her church, a mega-church named Bobby Bub’s Temple to the Almighty.  Mavis Fay, his wife, was the church’s star soprano.  Reverend Bobby Bub was outfitted in a pale-blue tuxedo while Mavis Fay wore her usual boob-revealing low-cut dress with her hair piled high – as if to touch the floor of god’s heaven.

They each had on their typical phony smile, while their eyes darted around the room until they rested upon the form of Susan.  Reverend Bobby Bub’s smile turned to a genuine smile of glee.  Mavis Fay’s smile turned to one of pure evil as she saw who she was going to be debasing tonight.

Susan was ashamed.  Her body was there for these spiritual people to see.  She was in sin.  But then she remembered an event that had taken place in church one night, an event that she had dismissed as an accident. 

She had asked to have her picture taken between these two spiritual leaders.  As they posed together, Reverend Bobby Bub’s hand had slipped down to Susan’s right ass cheek.  Similarly, Mavis Fay’s hand had slipped down to Susan’s left ass cheek.

Even though each of them had mildly squeezed a handful of ass, Susan had thought it had probably happened because she was so tall and each of these servants of god were so short.  Reverend Bobby Bub stood five foot six while Mavis Fay would never reach five foot unless she had on five inch heels.

Now, Susan realized that she had not been the victim of an accident.  These two were perverts hiding in the cloak of religion.

As the two holy people walked toward Susan, the next couple came in behind them.  Again, Susan was mortified.  She knew them.  The man was the president of the local bank.  He was in his early sixties.  His wife, surely a trophy wife, was at least twenty years younger than he.  He was distinguished-looking as befitted his position.  And she was a knockout, as befitted hers. 

Susan remembered an altercation she had with him over five years ago.  She had applied for a home equity loan and she had requested an unusually low rate of interest.  He told her it was possible but he would like to have her come to dinner with his wife and him at their home.  She thought this odd and expressed as such.

The banker had told her that he and his wife liked to explore new and adventurous avenues of sexuality and they found a third person often opened up new, unexplored avenues.  She had told him “no” but she did explain that she would have dinner with the chairman of the bank’s board.  Then, she would ask the chairman if this was the way his bank did business.

The banker’s leer turned to a grimace and, in fact, he gave her an even lower interest rate than she had requested.  As she left, he said, “You know payments – that is – payback can be a bitch.”  It was the last conversation she ever had with him.

Now he was looking at her as she stood there naked before him.  He had a “payback” look on his face and Susan knew this was going to be very bad.

As the third couple entered the room, Susan recognized the young man.  He was black and very, very young.  He was, in fact, twenty-two years of age although he could have passed for fifteen.  Six years ago he had been Susan’s newspaper delivery “boy”.  One day he had inadvertently thrown her paper into the bushes.  She had used her power and prestige to get him fired.

His wife looked even younger although, she too, was twenty-two years of age.  She was completely flat-chested although she wore a low-cut dress that was very short.  The hem of the dress came just below her crotch to show legs that were toothpick thin.  It was surely not true, but it seemed that wafts of pubic hair could be seen protruding from beneath the dress.

The young black man’s name was Chevette.  Legend had it that he was named this because he was conceived in the back seat of a 1978 Chevette.  If true, his parents were obviously quite flexible.  His soul mate beside him was named “Saucer.”  This was given to her by Chevette.  No one other than he knew the reason for this strange name.  In fact, he gave it to her because she surely had the biggest pussy he had ever seen.  He told her once that it was as big as a saucer and the name stuck.  She had replied, “Big girl – little pussy.  Little girl – all pussy.”  She fulfilled this prophecy.

Just as Chevette turned twenty-one, his parents were killed in a horrific accident by a tour bus owned by a nationwide form.  The ensuing lawsuit had left him forever wealthy.  It was rumored that the punitive damages awarded him were in eight figures.

The first three couples formed a circle around Susan’s platform.  She was sweating now – from the physical exertion of maintaining this difficult position and from the utter fear that was beginning to consume her.  Then, things became worse.  The fourth couple entered the room.

The fourth couple’s appearance was completely incongruous with the first three couple’s look.  This couple was less than average – hell – they were homely and obviously ill-suited to this entire evening.  Susan was later to learn that the man’s name was Caleb and the woman was simply called LardAss.

As they drew near, Susan realized that she knew the man.  He was a farmer who delivered fresh peaches to her when they were in season.  She had castigated him many times for his lack of cleanliness and in general for everything about him.

Caleb and LardAss were not socially compatible with the fine people who were the other members of the Cock Club.  However, Caleb had money – lots of it.  And, Caleb loved to denigrate, punish, and fuck women.  He was good at it.  The other members had learned a myriad of techniques from him.

Caleb and LardAss had become acquainted via the Internet.  They found they had much in common and they now hung together almost exclusively.  They were a pair.

For this evening, Caleb was actually wearing bib overalls beneath his tuxedo jacket.  This along with his plaid shirt made him look like an actor in a hillbilly comedy.  But, there was no one who dared laugh at him.  He was rough.

LardAss was equally out of place in this setting.  She was actually wearing a strapless prom dress that looked as though it had come out of the 50’s.  And, it looked as though it had not been cleaned in that time either.  The dress was tight and rolls of skin rolled over the top of it.  Plus, although she was somewhat tall and the dress was obviously for a much taller person, the lower parts of her pudgy thighs were actually visible.  And, her exposed skin displayed many scars, burns, body art, and piercings.  She was truly a fearsome sight.

Caleb and LardAss joined the circle of the other team members and they began apprising Susan’s assets.

She felt like a hanging, slab of meat as they discussed her attributes.

From Reverend Bobby Bub:  “She has a great ass.”

His wife, Mavis Fay:  “You horny bastard.  Her ass isn’t that great.”

Susan’s thought:  “What do you mean you fat-ass bitch?  My ass is a great ass.”

From Calab:  “Her ass will look good in red – red from the scars of the ass-whoopin’ I’m going to give her.”

From LardAss:  “Whose piss do you think she will like better – mine or yours?”

From the banker:  “She owes me so much interest that it can only come from her mouth.”

Banker’s trophy wife, “Her mouth will feel good on my ass hole.  She should be thrilled at sucking an ass that’s better than hers.”

From Chevette:  “She didn’t like a newspaper in her precious bush.  Wait ‘til she has my black dick in her bush here today.”

From Saucer:  “You told me about that.  She’s going to eat my filthy bush right now.  You fucked it this morning and I haven’t cleaned it yet.  Let’s see how she likes a filthy snatch filled with old cum.”

At that, Saucer stepped up on to the platform, walked up to Susan and tilted her head far back so she could look Susan directly in her eyes.  Saucer commanded, “On your knees you white bitch.”

Susan should have known better when she responded, “Please don’t hurt me.”

The crack of skin on skin echoed throughout the room and everyone jumped.  Saucer’s hand had seemed to move quicker than a mongoose as it slammed upward into Susan’s left cheek.  The power behind the slap did not seem consistent with the stature of the black girl who delivered it.

Susan was felled like a tree in the forest.  However, Susan seemed to learn quickly.  Although she had landed hard on her side she had immediately scrambled to her knees quicker than it would have been thought possible.

At that, Saucer lifted her dress up over her head and through it to one side.  Her features were completely inconsistent with one another.  She was, indeed, completely flat-chested with teeny-tiny nipples.  But, the bush between her legs looked like the rain forest on steroids.  Actually, it certainly wasn’t just between her legs.  It reached all the way to her navel and wrapped partially around her hips.  But, its thickness was not to be believed.  It was a black, hairy thatch.  And, the thatch was unruly as it extended to an impossible length.

With this crazy bush just inches before her face, Susan almost retched.  It didn’t look human and it was rank to the point of smelling like death-taking-a-shit.  Susan trembled as she knew what was coming next.  It came.

Saucer spread her thin legs wide as she said without ceremony, “Eat me bitch.”

Susan skootched forward on her knees and immediately plunged her face into the jungle of pubic hair before her.  Susan’s mouth was slightly off target as her mouth failed to make connection with the actual pussy.

Saucer angrily clasped her hands behind Susan’s head and pulled it into the abyss of her huge pussy.  Susan immediately realized her face had been brought into a huge maw that could have been the mouth of a monster.  The pussy lips actually wrapped around her face and clung to the skin just in front of her ears.  Her nose was lost somewhere in this giant pit of pussy.

Saucer commanded, “Get that tongue working you stupid white cunt.”

Susan heard and obeyed.  Meanwhile her sinuses were in rebellion as the odor overwhelmed her.  Plus, her taste buds were now sensing the horrible taste of old, rant male cum.  With all of these attacks on her senses, Susan did even discern the touch of some hard object between her eyes.  It was, in fact, anecdotal proof that a clitoris was a type of female penis.

Saucer retained her grasp of Susan’s head and used it as a dildo as her hips began grinding left to right and front to back.  Susan felt as though she was drowning in rank sexual juices.  Although she could breathe, she didn’t want to breathe.  Only her mind’s will to survive kept her inhaling these foul aromas.

Suddenly, Saucer began screaming.  Muffled sounds of horror could be heard emanating from her snatch.  Then, Saucer’s efforts and Susan’s ministrations completed their tasks.  It was a climax for the ages.  Saucer’s pussy was spouting pussy juices in torrents.  Susan had no choice other than to swallow them as best she could.  Her efforts to swallow were certainly commendable but not complete. 

As Saucer released her hold on the reluctant head, Susan brought her head back until she was in a completely upright position while still on her knees.  Her face was covered in cunt juice.  And, sticking to the juices were countless numbers of kinky, black, pussy hairs.  She was a sight.

The seven people who circled the platform were in awe.  They applauded what they had just seen.  After slipping into her dress, Saucer actually did an imitation of a curtsy and proudly walked back to stand beside Chevette. 

Somehow, Susan had returned her hands to a position behind her neck although she had an obvious look of chagrin on her face.  In addition, her stomach could be seen rolling as she tried to keep down the bile that was rising in her gullet.

Susan still had a semblance of pride in her being and she did not want to be seen vomiting because of anything these ass holes did to her.  And, even more so, she knew that if she vomited, she would be punished severely.

Reverend Bobby Bub brought his fat frame up on to the platform.  In a false display of altruism, he said, “We must help this poor girl.  She has need of support.”

As he stood before her, Susan looked up into his eyes with a questioning look of some semblance of hope.

The Reverend spoke, “Take your hands from behind your neck.  Your arms must be terribly uncomfortable.”

Susan was betrayed into a false of hope as she complied.

Again, the Reverend spoke, “Before subjecting this poor being to any more sin, she should be baptized.  I am going to baptize you my dear.”

Susan now looked at the seven people circled around her and she tried to determine why they were smiling.

The Reverend explained, “Unbuckle my belt child.  Pull down my pants.  Give me a hand-job.  I will baptize you with the cross of my cum.”

Susan’s shoulders could actually be seen to slump, even in this kneeling position.  Yet, she knew she best comply.  She did.

Her hands were trembling as she fumbled with his belt buckle.  It was a huge buckle in the shape of a cross.  At first, she couldn’t figure it out.  But, finally, she unloosened the huge buckle.  She pulled down his trousers.

His gut was huge and hung down low to form an apron of blubber that rested just above a quite tiny dick.  His dick was erect and quite hard.  It was, simply put, a tiny dick.  Yet, the Reverend was not ashamed.  He acted as though it might have been the dick of the King of Porn.

None of the onlookers cracked a smile.  They had seen him in action and they knew he had attributes that offset the slightness of his tool.

Susan reached up her right hand and grasped the holy dick with as many fingers as she could get around it.  Then, she heard as though from afar, the voice of the owner of the tiny tool.

“My child, fondle my balls as you work my dick.  It will give me power from deep within.”

Her eyes had been taken so much by this little dick that she had not even looked down to see his nut sack.  It was huge.  It was obviously full of much in the same measure that the Reverend was full of much.

Susan began working both his dick and his huge balls.  Somehow, his dick became even harder.  The Reverend could now be heard to grunt guttural sounds of words that could just barely be heard.

“Blessed Jesus.  Blessed Jesus.  O god.  O god.  O, I feel the spirit coming.  I feel it coming.  It’s about to cum child.”

Susan picked up the pace.  The Reverend was sweating profusely now and his man breasts could be seen bouncing up and down beneath his silk shirt. 

Then, a transition could be seen.  Susan was getting in to the task before her.  It was obvious that she was doing everything she could to work and excite the little dick.  The hand on his balls was working them the way Captain Quig worked the steel bearings in “The Caine Mutiny”.  Her hand then released his nuts and crept back to his butt hole.  From the look in his eyes, it was apparent that her finger had invaded his balls and was seeking out his prostate.  She achieved success in this quest.

Unexpectedly, with a volume that made everyone jump, the Reverend gave a command that would have made Moses sound demure. 

“Turn loose of my holy staff my child.  I will take over.  Lean back to receive my baptism!”

Susan complied with the command.  The circle of onlookers leaned forward with anticipated awe.  They had seen this before and were still amazed, knowing what was about to happen.

Susan leaned back.  The Reverend reached down and began jacking off, never missing a beat as Susan had released his dick.  Then, it happened.  The Reverend shot a load of cum with the force of a fire hose.  If Susan’s face had not been before it, the wad of cum would have surely sailed ten feet on its own.

Instead, a large load of white cum formed a vertical stripe just above the bridge of Susan’s nose.  Susan screamed.  It felt as though she had been kicked by a mule.  Before, she could react further, the Reverend was letting fly with another shot of cum that landed with a splat to form a horizontal stripe across the previously-delivered vertical load.  A cross had been formed on her forehead.

The Reverend let forth another command.

“I command you to open your mouth and receive my personal communion.”

Somehow, Susan had turned over all of her functions to this holy man.  Her mouth opened wider than she would have thought possible.  It opened just in time to receive his last load of juice.  This one was larger than the previous two shots.  The aim was a study in perfection.  It went directly between her lips to the very back of her throat.  She had no choice but to swallow it.  Swallow it she did, almost with a sense of deep pride.

The Reverend was still milking his dick and small droplets were forming from his piss slit.  He spoke gently, “Come my child.  Clean off this holy tool.  None of my essence must be wasted.”

Susan obeyed as if it were almost an honor.  She crept forward on her knees and lovingly licked his slit clean, taking in all of the remnants.  Meanwhile, the cum-cross was gradually losing its shape as gravity took over and pulled the thick juice down into her eyes.  Susan blinked as this took place but she didn’t flinch.

The other seven people applauded loudly.  Surprisingly, they were applauding her in addition to giving him a standing overture.  It was, indeed, an admirable thing that he had just done in the name of his religion. 

The best (or worst –depending on your perspective) had been saved for last.  As the Reverend buckled up and returned to his place around the carousel, Caleb and LardAss stepped up and walk toward their prey.

Susan was back on her knees, hands behind her head, with a look of apprehension.  This couple looked fierce.  The farmer and the bitch.  They were menacing.

Caleb had been warned, as always, not to inflict noticeable scars on the victim before she was displayed to all of the rest of the club during dinner.  He did not like this rule but he figured it was worth it for what would eventually take place.

LardAss was more patient.  And, if possible, she was even meaner than Caleb.  She had the personal experience of being the recipient of punishment, and she had been the administrator of punishment.  Her experience gave her a unique insight into what could really be degrading and decadent.

Caleb grabbed the naked Susan by the waist, picked her up, flipped her upside down, and threw her upwards.  As she actually flew about three feet straight up while upside down, she screamed.  When gravity won its battle against Caleb’s thrust, she began descending.  Somehow, Caleb caught her by the ankles just in time for her head to stop just inches from the floor.

Susan was breathing heavily.  She didn’t even feel Caleb spread her ankles apart.  She did, however, feel LardAss grab her pussy lips quite severely and pull them apart much further than they were intended to go.

Then, she heard Caleb hack up a load of spit and old tobacco juice and spit it cleanly between her pussy lips.  She hadn’t heard the other seven members of the group clamber up to the turntable and form a line in front of her.  She did, however, hear a lot of throat clearing.  And, worse still, she felt her pussy being used for a spittoon.  She could feel the spittle overflowing and running down her butt crack and into the beautiful bush that cloaked her pussy.

Caleb continued to hole her upside down by the ankles.  For him and his muscular arms, Susan was no strain whatsoever on her arms.  However, she didn’t know that and she feared for her head as she realized if he dropped her, her head would be the first part of her body to hit the floor.

Then, LardAss knelt in front of her and put her hand in front of Susan’s eyes.  LardAss’ fingers and thumb were straightened and squeezed together as though to form a spear.  With the exception of Susan, it was obvious how this fleshy spear was to be used.  Then, Susan painfully discovered their intention.

LardAss straightened up and with no forewarning at all, the hand plunged deeply into Susan’s drenched pussy.  As the hand was buried to the wrist in one fell swoop, Susan let out a blood-curdling scream.  The onlookers chuckled.  Even the servers in the room had a sly grin on their face.  They loved these parts of the evening.

However, LardAss was not finished.  She gave another thrust and her arm was buried in the lovely bush to the halfway point of LardAss’ forearm.  Susan was now whimpering and tears flooded her eyes, dripping to the floor beneath.  Sweat now covered Susan’s beautiful body.

Caleb added impetus to the entire operation by quickly jiggling Susan’s body up and down in a quick reciprocating motion.  Susan screamed louder.

Now, LardAss began unclenching her hand inside the inner sanctum of Susan’s most private parts.  After this, LardAss began swishing her hand around inside the sexual tunnel she had invaded.

Susan was now begging for mercy.  This was a mistake.  For immediately, LardAss and Caleb began working together to create motions that would enhance the pain.  Caleb was now swinging the body in a small circle.  LardAss seemed to be dragging as she didn’t swing her arm quite as quickly in the circular motion.  Thus, the hand and arm were putting pressure on the sides of Susan’s pussy.

Saucer jumped up to the platform, knelt near Susan, and grasped firmly Susan’s nipples that, for some reason, had become erect through all of this.  Saucer mixed in an action of pulling and twisting that served to overload Susan’s pain centers.  She was begging at the top of her lungs.

The Reverend now joined the fray as he, too, stepped up on the platform.  He removed his belt and wrapped the free end around his hand.  Then, he proceeded to beat the hell out of Susan’s ass.  The buckle of cross did not break the skin but red stripes were soon covering the total canvas of Susan’s magnificent ass.

While this was going on, the head server stepped up to the banker and indicated that the remaining members were ready to enter to see the object of the evening’s entertainment.

The banker spoke in a strong voice to tell them the news.  He said, “We have just five minutes to prepare her for the first enema.  Let’s get moving.”

Caleb let Susan fall in a heap.  As her body fell, LardAss’ arm was removed from her stretched pussy with a large popping sound.  Meanwhile, Susan had heard the word “enema” and knew she had yet to experience the worst.

Susan Gets a Delivery, Part 6

Susan was in pain and she was totally perplexed.  The inside of her pussy was cramping ferociously from the fisting that had been imposed upon it.  Her ass cheeks still felt raw from the whipping that the Reverend had bestowed upon it.  Plus, the Reverend had completely degraded her with his baptism by cum and the communion of the essence of his dick.

She was also very afraid at the way the word “enema” had been brought into the mix.  She was sure this was going to be the bestowing of a completely new depth of degradation.  She did not understand what was taking place upon her person during the five minutes that was given as a deadline for the entrance of the other club members.

The eight protagonists were fawning over her as though she was about to enter the finals of a national beauty contest.  The women were rubbing down her body with damp, wet cloths.  The men were massaging the muscles of her arms and legs.  However, she did notice that their hands tended to wander to her ass, her pussy, and her tits.

The banker and Chevette were each sucking one of her nipples to make them perky.  The Reverend’s buxom wife was applying lipstick and other makeup to Susan’s face.  Saucer was rubbing Susan’s feet although Saucer did seem to be enjoying it more than what one would have anticipated.  The banker’s trophy wife was running a comb through Susan’s pussy hair to remove any mats that remained.  LardAss was using a dry cloth to soak up the spittle that was still oozing from Susan’s pussy.

All of these ministrations were completed within four minutes.  Then, the Reverend told her to stand up straight in the middle of the giant turntable.  He instructed her to spread her legs and put her hands once more behind her head.  As her breasts jutted outward and upward, the Reverend hoisted each tit with his hands to determine if they were sagging at all.  They were not.

Chevette hoisted each of her ass cheeks to determine if they sagged at all.  They resisted his efforts to lift them and they were as firm and as perky as her nipples.  Susan actually had a hint of a natural blush on her cheeks in anticipation of the unknown that was before her.

Then, the unexpected happened.  Each of the four women shucked off their dresses and handed them to their respective partners.  LardAss stood completely naked to the right side of Susan.  Saucer stood completely naked to the right side of LardAss.  The banker’s trophy wife stood completely naked to the left side of Susan.  The Reverend’s wife, Mavis Fay stood to the left side of the trophy wife.

They stood there naked.  They stood there as a demonstration of the many shapes and sizes that women could present.  They stood there, all five, as very sexual, sensual, marvelous examples of what men sought for from the arrival of their puberty.  Ten tits, ten ass cheeks, four pussies – all ready to be used as the men determined they were to be used.  Susan was truly perplexed.

As the other members of the Club entered the room, they were treated to a beautiful tableau of naked women.  First, there was the Reverend’s wife, Mavis Fay.  Her skin was creamy white all over.  It was apparent that sun had never tanned any part of her body.  She was also short but yet she presented quite a sensual presentation in this small package of nakedness.  Her tits were huge, jutting straight out in an utter defiance of gravity.  They were a tribute to modern surgery.  Her waist was quite tiny and she had broad hips.  From the back, her ass was big but not saggy – another tribute to today’s miracles of surgery.  Above her bush was a tattoo of a halo that capped off her golden brown pussy hair.  Just below her pussy, on the inside of each thigh, was a tattoo.  On the left thigh were the words “Do onto others,” while on the inner right thigh were the words, “as you would have them do unto you.”  Above the crack of her ass was a tattoo of the devil with a pitchfork pointing down into the inner sanctums of her ass.

The trophy wife was next.  She had the bearing of a beauty queen which, incidentally, she had been in her earlier years.  Her tits were perfect examples of what tits should be – large but not too large, not a hint of sagginess, and nipples and an areola that were perfect in texture and color.  Her bush was coiffed and perfect in a color that matched the hair atop her head.  Her ass was a true thing of beauty and perfection.  Had it not been for the presence of Susan, the trophy wife would surely have had the best ass in the room.  The trophy wife realized this and she was not pleased.  This rival ass would be brought down before the end of the evening.

Then there was Susan.  Despite her humiliation and degradation, she still carried herself in a manner that befitted one so beautiful.  There was still a hint of haughtiness and defiance in her eyes.  All the members noted this as they gazed upon her.  This did not intimidate them at all.  They knew what types of activities that would be in store for her.

And of course there was LardAss; the least attractive of all of the women.  Hell, she wasn’t in the same league with any woman in the room, or, perhaps in almost any other room.  Yet, she oozed sex.  She had experienced sex and degradation to a degree that no one could imagine.  Her tits were small and saggy.  Her waist had a growing roll of fat on either side.  Her thighs were too thick and cheesy.  Her ass was big, not particular shapely, and it too was pocked with ripples of fat.  Her thighs looked like fence posts.  Her bush was scraggly and broken up by bare skin where pussy hair had been pulled out by the roots too many times.  Finally, her skin was blemished by many scars, burns, brands, and piercings.  Yet, something about her made men want to fuck her and women want to eat her and be eaten by her.  She was a contradiction.  Stories had actually been written and published about her escapades.

Then, there was Saucer – the one with the big pussy.  She had no ass.  She had hardly any tits at all.  Her thighs were skinny.  Her pussy hair was a jungle of black, kinky unattractive masses.  Her skin was coal black.  And yet she, too, exuded sex.  She looked as though she was always ready to “go”.  And, her eyes glistened with a depth of evil that frightened those who dared to look into them.

All of the members circled the presentation of cunts and rejoiced in the evening ahead.  They chatted amongst themselves.  Sometimes, their chatting included an assessment of the bitches before them.  Always, contemplating aloud what might be in store for Susan.  None of the four naked women seemed the least bit put off by this strange way of being looked upon.  This astounded Susan.  Why weren’t they somewhat put off by being displayed thusly?

Susan was simply not aware of what every woman in the room – other than herself – had experienced.  Every woman in the room had been fucked in every aperture by every man in the room – many times over.  Each woman, in turn, had also experienced many variations of woman on woman – eating, sucking, masturbating, punishing – anything that was a turn-on for each of them.  The only one new to all of this was Susan.  This would soon change.

After about eight minutes of ogling, assessing, and commenting; the members became rather bored with the entire scenario.  They were of an ilk that thought there was little to be gained by obsessing over looking at naked women.  Except for Susan, they had seen the four cunts many times and in many positions.  So, the members began breaking up into small groups as is common at cocktail parties.

LardAss sensed this quickly and gave an instruction to the other four women, “Start masturbating bitches and make it good!”

Mavis Fay, the trophy wife, and Saucer immediately complied.  Susan was somewhat aghast as she saw them spread their legs, spread their pussy lips with one hand and watched as they began stroking their clits furiously with the free hand.

LardAss spoke immediately, “Hey cunt!  Begin now or I will kick your ass all over this room.”

Susan knew that she could and would.  So, she joined the others in this presentation of what she would have previously called self-abuse.  Not surprisingly, LardAss had already experienced two orgasms before Susan could even get her right index finger on her clit.  Saucer had buried her entire fist in her own pussy and was churning her arm as though she was making real butter.

Mavis Fay was crying out to the Supreme Being of Orgasms as she screamed, “I’m coming, praise the lord, I’m coming.  Thank you Jesus.  Thank you Jesus.”

The trophy wife was sweating and cunt juice was flowing freely down the insides of both of her thighs.  Susan was trying to look somewhat in control but her neck and upper chest had turned bright red.  Her nipples were hard.  And her clit had become engorged and was betraying its feelings.

The members began drifting back and cheering on the five aroused bitches.  They sounded as though they were cheering on an athletic team.

“Way to go LardAss.  Stroke it harder.”

“Good job Saucer.  Bury your arm deeper in your cunt.”

“Hey Mavis Fay.  See if you can find Jesus in there.  Dig deeper.”

To Susan’s surprise, she discovered she was not off the mark in her assessment of the trophy wife.  Her nickname was actually Trophy.

From the crowd: “Hey Trophy.  You don’t need to use both hands on that beautiful pussy.  Stick the fingers of one hand in your ass.”

Trophy complied immediately.  She bent over slightly and her ass parted of its own volition.  Her perfect rosebud of an ass hole was readily visible.  Then, with a tribute to her youth and flexibility, she put two fingers of her left hand deep within her ass hole. 

The group of onlookers would have been deeply aroused if they had known how the fingers of each hand were bumping into one another through the thin membranes that separated her pussy and ass hole.  Suddenly she came in an eruption of pure sexual gratification.

Trophy screamed unintelligible sounds as the multiple orgasms swept throughout her being.

The Reverend was led to shout, “Praise Jesus.  She’s speaking in tongues.  The holy spirit has come upon her.”

The crowd chuckled at this but since they were used to such outbursts from the holy man, they didn’t laugh out loud lest he be offended at their knowledge of his insincerity.

Because of her precarious stance, Trophy fell over but she didn’t miss a beat with her self-stroking.  Unfortunately she fell directly into Mavis Fay who was on the verge of another orgasm.  Mavis Fay reacted in a non-pious way by pushing Trophy away from her.

Mavis Fay could be heard to shout, “You fucking, stupid cunt.  You broke my concentration.  You ruined what was going to be a fantastic orgasm.”

Because Trophy’s hands were otherwise busy, she couldn’t stop her fall from the push and she fell directly into Susan who in turn crashed into LardAss who in turn fell into Saucer.

Immediately there was a pile of five cunts, mixed together, all gratifying themselves and screaming.  Arms and legs were mixed up and it was impossible to tell where one naked body left off and the other began.

LardAss reacted by tangling herself further by diving her face into Saucer’s pussy.  Saucer reacted by throwing her face into Susan’s ass hole.  At the same time, Trophy had buried her face into Susan’s pussy and Mavis Fay had worked her nose and tongue into Trophy’s ass crack.  All five of them were coming at the same time in a myriad of orgasms, gaspings, and shouts. 

Susan, from the waist up was perpendicular to the floor as she looked like a creature from a sci-fi movie that was emerging from stricken, naked pussies.  Susan was crying aloud from her orgasm and spittle was flying from her mouth upwards until it arched down and fell on naked flesh.

Saucer’s man, Chevette, was never one to miss an opportunity.  He had shucked off his britches, strode forward and stepped over and on the naked female bodies.  Immediately, his dick was buried in Susan’s open, screaming mouth.  She stopped screaming.

Susan had lost all control and was caught up in the orgy of naked flesh, and screaming, orgasmic bodies.  Instinctively, Susan clamped her lips over the black tool and began working it.  Her tongue first stroked his piss slit, slurping in pre-cum and some piss droplets that lingered from a previous piss he had taken.  Her tongue worked around the rim of his circumcised dick.  She then began running her tongue back and forth over the bottom side of his dick, sucking with all of her might at the same time. 

Susan’s nose was buried in his mass of rank, pubic hair.  She could feel his sack swinging back and forth beneath her chin.  She took her right hand and began fondling his nuts while she began jacking him off with her mouth.  Her lips were closed fiercely about his tool.  Using her left hand, she reached between his legs and sought out his ass hole.  Quickly, her index finger was buried in his shit chute as she now sought out the more important spot – his prostate.  She found it.

Chevette grasped both hands around the back of Susan’s head and encouraged her head to more furious action in its back and forth motion over his tool.  Susan could feel tongues in her pussy and ass hole.  Susan felt sweating flesh from the other bitches as they used her body as a brace to make it possible for stronger actions on the sexual organs they were manipulating.

Chevette was screaming with gleeful abandon.  The on-looking crowd was applauding in awe.  This was the type of thing they had come for.  And, the five bitches were cuming together along with Chevette in a fleshy pile of sexual beings.  It was monumental.

Suddenly the Reverend boomed out:  “Enough of this unholy pleasuring, it is enema time.”

Fear ran through Susan’s entire being as she speculated on what she was going to be forced to do before this group of onlookers.  Truth be told, it was beyond her ability to imagine the extent of the forthcoming degradation to which she would soon be subjected.

As Susan continued to gather her thoughts while she sprawled on the floor, the four naked members hopped to their feet, assumed their previous formation to either side of Susan, and then fell to all fours on the floor.  Then, they reached back with their hands and spread their ass cheeks wide apart.  This latter action caused their upper body to fall to the floor with their head and shoulders on the floor and their spread asses high in the air.

Susan was totally and completely flummoxed.  She rose to a sitting position and her head pivoted from side to side as she saw these women in this strange position.  They were the protagonists and yet here they were each in a position of total submission.

The banker spoke for the first time, “Stand up cunt.  Stand slightly behind them so you can see their ass holes.”

The banker was an old hand at giving commands with great authority.  Susan complied immediately.

For some reason, Susan was drawn to examine each of the winking ass holes.  The first one she looked at with great interest was Trophy’s flower-like hole from which she probably exuded shit that did not stink.  It truly was a marvelous hole.  The skin puckered around it to form the perfect replica of a rose.

The next one that Susan saw was that of Mavis Fay.  It surely was a holy hole.  Another tattoo of a halo circled it perfectly.  Around the halo was a garland of spring daisies.  Susan could only speculate at the pain this must have caused when it was imposed upon this tender stretch of skin. 

Next, Susan looked at the ass hole of Saucer.  It was a good match to her pussy.  It was huge.  She could have been called Saucer-times-two.  For some strange reason, Susan pondered upon the miracle of how Saucer even managed to keep shit from constantly flowing freely from this huge gaping hole.

Actually, the members of the Club were watching Susan as she eyeballed the ass hole of Saucer.  They were all smiling because they knew a secret that Susan didn’t know.  Saucer had a miraculous ass hole.  She could actually control the amount of its dilation with no stimulus whatsoever.  At will, she could make it the size of a pin prick.  Then, she could suddenly will it to open up to a cavernous expanse.  She often did this as a parlor trick after dinner.  Those watching would take turns trying to throw various objects into her huge hole.  With a stupendous amount of timing, she could shut down her ass hole just before the projectile reached its intended target.  She was a freak.

Finally, Susan was drawn involuntarily to the ass hole of LardAss.  It was like watching a train wreck or a pile of vomit.  The brain said, “don’t look”, but for some reason her eyes could not avoid looking.  The hole was obviously well used for many purposes beyond its intended use.  It flopped open.  It was scarred many times over.  It was red and puffy.  It was the perfect center piece for the two surrounding cheeks that were large and quite unattractive.

Then, Chevette spoke, “You are white trash Miss Susan.  Remember how you made me call you Miss Susan?  You are simply white trash that likes to look at women’s ass holes.  Shame on you.”

Susan snapped back to reality as she heard the words cut through her soul.  She heard the crowd of Club members laugh at her obvious voyeurism.  She averted her eyes and looked at Chevette.

He spoke, “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet honey.  Keep watching.”

Chevette then commanded:  “Since you seemed so enamored with their ass holes, get down and crawl over to them and plant a big French kiss on each one.  If you don’t comply immediately, we can always have Caleb ‘encourage’ you.”

The name “Caleb” was enough to motivate Susan.  She immediately fell to her hands and knees, crawled over to Mavis Fay and planted a deep, soulful kiss directly into the waiting hole.  The religious one quickly waggled her ass in appreciation and sang out, “Amen Sister!”

Susan was both sickened and mortified.  She was repulsed at the very notion of what she was doing.  She was mortified that she was doing this in front of a crowd of her peers.  She was horrified at the wonderful Christian soprano singing a response to this horrible interaction between them.

Susan’s tongue was also not too happy as it tasted the inside of the holy one’s shit chute.  Her nose curled up at the smell that came from this tunnel of brown waste.  Finally, Chevette told her to move on. 

Susan shuttled over to Trophy – the one with the second-best ass in the room.  Somehow, Trophy pulsated her ass hole in and out in invitation.  Just as Susan pushed her face forward to intercept the moving hole, Trophy passed a loud, wet fart.  It caught Susan directly in her wide-open mouth.  The crowd laughed in appreciation of the timing of the fart.  Susan almost vomited but somehow managed to keep control of the rising bile within her.  Susan, using her tongue, swished out the ass hole that was now wet from the moist gas that had just been exuded.

Susan was actually grateful when Chevette told her to move on.  It was a contradiction to her sensibilities that she was actually looking forward to Frenching a different ass hole.  But, as she set herself directly behind Saucer’s gaping ass, Susan realized her anticipation was misplaced.  The goddamn hole looked like a cavern to hell.  Susan could actually see little balls of shit clinging to the lips of the giant hole.  There was also a huge amount of kinky hair that seemed to have spread like weeds from Saucer’s pubic area.

Then Chevette commanded, “While you are there, work hard to clean out that fucking ass hole.  I really get tired of fucking a shitty ass.  Sometimes I have to call her ‘Swamp-Ass’.”

Susan almost feinted at the visual image he presented along with the actual image she was seeing.  However, visions of Caleb also filled her brain and she hastened to comply.  As her mouth buried itself in the giant ass, her nose also disappeared inside the tunnel to Saucer’s shit-center.  Kinky hairs tinkled and actually irritated the whole of Susan’s face.  Even the fishy smell of pussy somehow came forth from the pussy and made Susan’s eyes water.

Susan began working her tongue inside the huge hole.  Susan began flicking her tongue in and out, bringing balls of shit from the ass to her mouth.  Despite how tiny they were, they tasted like a huge pile that had been shit by an elephant.  Susan had to hold her breath, work her tongue, and then back up to get a new batch of somewhat fresh oxygen.

Now the crowd was applauding.  They had all experienced a close-up look at this human sewer and they truly did not envy Susan at all.

Finally, the task was complete.  It was time to move on to LardAss.  If Saucer had been ‘Swamp-Ass’, LardAss was truly toxic.  Not that Susan had seen that many ass holes, but this surely was the most repulsive ass hole known to the entire human race.  There were scars and burns.  There were stretch marks actually coming out of the hole.  The two sides of ass cheeks looked like a world record for a pile of cottage cheese.  It was horrendous.

Susan managed to get her face within a couple of inches of the waiting hole and her brain refused to propel her any further.  Caleb finally became exasperated and jumped up beside Susan.  He put one arm around LardAss’ pudgy tummy as a brace and his free hand at the back of Susan’s head.  Shit hole and face met in a head-on collision.  The slap of skin against skin reverberated throughout the room.  Susan’s sorrowful tongue began its work.  Susan now realized that Saucer’s hole was not the worst place her tongue had ever been.  Tears were now streaming down Susan’s face.

When Caleb finally pulled the once-proud face away from the huge ass, Susan was openly crying and she actually began hiccupping.

The crowd both laughed and applauded at the spectacle they had just witnessed.

Susan was once again told to assume the position behind the four swaying asses.  Susan complied.  Then, once again, she was subjected to a bizarre sight.

Four dwarfs, dressed as naked clowns, came into the room, each pulling an IV stand such as that typically used in hospitals.  Hanging from the stands were enormous enema bags that were obviously filled to the max.  Each dwarf had on a typical clown’s hat, red rubber nose, and hideous clown make up on his face.  Beyond that, they had nothing else on.  In addition, except for eyelashes, they were completely devoid of hair.  Their skin was pasty white.  They were a repulsive spectacle set off by ridiculous clown outfits.

For some reason, Susan’s eyes were drawn to their tiny dicks.  She speculated that they might be erect although they were so small that it was difficult to determine.  She finally decided they were, indeed, erect since the tiny tools were standing straight out, although not for a lot of length.

The clown dwarfs wheeled their stands up to the platform and tried to lift them up to the platform.  However, they simply weren’t tall enough or muscular enough to get the IV stands up to the platform.  Caleb very graciously helped the little men lift their burdens to the platform.

When this was completed the four little men spoke in unison with high-pitched voices, “Get the fuck away from us you ugly hick farmer.”

Caleb was not offended as he complied to their demand.  He figured the diminutive fellows had enough problems without his responding in kind to their rudeness.  Susan thought she truly had slipped through the Looking Glass and she was surely the main character who was taking the place of Alice.

The dwarfs immediately lined up behind a waiting ass hole.  Without further adieu they took the hose that was hanging from the enema bags and slipped the nozzles into each woman’s ass hole.  None of the women, Mavis Fay, Trophy, Saucer, or LardAss even twitched as the nozzles entered their rectums.  The valve handle was turned on each hose and it was obvious to all that the water was flowing freely into each woman’s bowels.

Poor Susan.  When she had heard the words that it was ‘enema time’, she had assumed that she was to be the object of the enema.  Instead she was simply a witness.  She simply could not figure out what the hell was going on or what the game was to be.  She was certain, however, that she was not going to get off as easily as being a mere spectator.

The belly of each woman was growing in direct proportion to the amount that each bag was diminishing in size.  Yet, none of them seemed to be under stress.  The truth be told, each of them had been an objective of many enemas, most much worse than this.  These enemas were simply pumping water into their lower bodies.  They had experienced much worse types of liquid in previous times.

However, the four cunts were beginning to moan and grunt softly as the liquid finally was transferred in its entirety from the bags to their innards.  As the last drop of liquid flowed into the bitches, the dwarfs were handed butt plugs from someone near the front of the on-looking group.  Each dwarf, with a very precise motion, yanked the nozzle from the offended ass and inserted a butt plug.

Almost no liquid or substance escaped from each ass hole.  All four asses were swaying in the air.  Then, a song came through a marvelous set of overhead speakers.  It was, appropriately, “Please Release Me.”  While this was going on, the banker had come up behind Susan.  He came up to her and wrapped his groping hands around her body.  Each hand had a firm grip on one of her tits.

This felt strange to her since she was naked and he was still fully clothed.  Then she felt an unmistakable touch on her ass crack.  The banker had unzipped his fly and his engorged prick was seeking the treasure of her marvelous ass crack.  His dick was obviously wet on the end as she felt a liquid running down her ass.  He had gripped each nipple and was stroking them gently.

Then, surprisingly, Susan’s last spark of ego began to prod her brain.  She had no choice over the state of affairs that had taken captive of her very being.  Yet, she still had weapons.  Her mouth, her tits, her pussy, and most of all – her ass, were still weapons that could possibly be used to take some crumb of control over her present situation.

Thus, she reached back with her right hand and lightly grasped the tool that was stroking her ass crack.  She rubbed his moist dick head up and down her crack and side to side across her two glorious ass cheeks.  His dick responded with an involuntary hardening and twitching.  His mind also responded as his fingers began sensually stroking her nipples.

Susan slowly turned to face him.  His hands had willingly loosened their grip on her nipples and were now resting on her shoulders.  He didn’t have to urge or prod her as she slowly sank to her knees in front of his aroused dick.  She slowly loosened his belt and his trousers fell to his ankles.  He was wearing no underwear.

The first thought that went through Susan’s mind was that there was nothing more ridiculous-looking than a man wearing socks and shoes with his trousers around his ankles and his dick waving eagerly in the breeze.

She did, however, marvel at his package.  His dick was actually not unattractive.  There were no ugly veins that could be seen running down the length of his shaft.  Although he was circumcised, his dick head was only slightly larger than his shaft.  Furthermore, his dick head did not have that ugly purple color that many often had.  His shaft was a nice bronze color that flowed into the slightly darker head.  And, his pubic hair was trimmed nicely and did not have that scraggly look that men often seemed to relish.  Finally, his balls were large but not too large.  And, they almost hung down that same distance for each nut.

The crowd leaned forward as her lips reached forward and planted a long, soulful kiss on his wet piss slip.  After what seemed an eternity, Susan leaned back so that all could see that, for the moment, his slit was free of all evidence of pre-cum.

The four water-laden cunts were now looking back over their shoulders to see what was going on.  They were not amused.  LardAss spoke, “Come on.  Get on with things.  Can’t you see that we need relief?”

From the side, the Reverend commanded, “Shut up cunts.  Your time will come.”

The four cunts looked terribly offended but they dared not reply.  They knew if they offended the men too much they would have to remain in this condition for the rest of the evening.

Meanwhile, Susan was plying her wares.  She had leaned forward once more and was slowly taking in the shaft of the banker.  Now, it was not a terribly oversized dick but it was, nonetheless, a good size.  Yet, she took it into her mouth with ease and with a loud, slurping action.

This was not missed by the onlookers and they were becoming aroused.  They could be seen stroking themselves and, in many cases, stroking the person next to them.

The banker’s eyes were closed and his lips were quivering as he felt Susan’s left hand lovingly caressing his balls while running her eager tongue over his piss slit.  His piss slit was once again flowing freely as his hormones hastened to supply more lubricant to the end of his tool.

Susan’s right hand was running up and down his chest and flicking at his nipples.  She then used her fingers as a comb to stroke through his chest hair.  Meanwhile, her tongue was doing its thing on his quivering tool.  Her tongue stroked the underside of his dick while her mouth provided a mammoth amount of suction to his engorged dick-head. 

The banker was now moaning and the words, “thank you, thank you.”

The onlookers were smiling as they realized that their ‘victim’ had momentarily taken control of the situation.

Trophy, however, was not amused.  She was cramping ferociously and she was thoroughly pissed.  She had to remain on her hands and knees in terrible pain while this bitch took control of her man.  She knew that her position in his life could be changed in the twinkling of an eye.  She was, after all, a trophy.  Trophies could be replaced for god’s sake.  Trophy vowed to herself to exact her revenge.

Susan’s brain was working during her entire administrations of sexuality to the smitten banker.  She knew the rest of the evening had horrible things in store for her.  Yet, she thought that perhaps she could postpone the inevitable for some length of time.  Also, she hoped that if they saw how much pleasure she could give willingly, they might consider letting her set the pace and the extremeness of the evening’s events.  She would eventually find that her thinking was logical but it was incorrect.

The banker was in another world.  As though from a distance he felt her hand release his balls.  This would have been quite dismaying were it not for what her mouth and throat were doing to his dick.  Then, again as though from afar, he felt her hand reach between his legs and begin to stroke that special, sensitive area between his balls and his ass hole.

Susan was stroking gently and slowly as her mouth also slowed down to make the overall effect more anticipatory.  The banker stepped his left foot out of the restrictions of his lowered trousers and he spread his legs further apart to give her access to his most private area.

Susan acknowledged his unspoken invitation and quickly put the first joint of her index finger into his waiting shit hole.  The banker shuddered.  As he shuddered, her finger buried itself in his back hole.  At the same time, her lips formed an even tighter seal around his tool.

The onlookers were now breathing hard and stroking each other quite vigorously.  The four cunts whose bowels were filled to the max were also breathing hard.  However, their intensity of breathing was not from arousal but rather from pain that was rolling through their innards.  They were now pissed.

For a brief moment of time, the banker had withdrawn into a self-absorbed world of his own.  With the exception of Susan, he was completely oblivious to anyone else’s presence.  He was alone in his revelry.  He lifted his head and began howling a long drawn-out sound as though he were a wolf saying ‘hello’ to the moon.  He came.

Susan certainly knew more than anyone that he was coming.  His spunk was filling her mouth.  Yet, she managed not to swallow it as her cheeks swelled like a chipmunk.  She waited until he was completely through before she lovingly let his dick head fall from her lips.

She turned then to the audience, tilted her head back, and opened her mouth.  The club members could see that her mouth was filled to the brim with his cum.  She actually gargled slightly so they could see bubbles frothing at the top of the liquid in her mouth.  Then, she closed her mouth and looked directly at the audience.  The corners of her mouth turned upwards in a sensual grin.  They could see from the slight lump going down her throat that she was swallowing. 

Susan slowly opened her mouth for them and her mouth contained nothing but a tongue and white teeth.  A single, black pubic hair could be seen stuck between her two front teeth.  Meanwhile, the banker still had his eyes shut and was obviously far away in some other rapture-filled world.  For the moment, he was smitten.

The banker did not see Susan turn back to him and creep on her knees toward him.  He actually jumped a bit as she knelt and twisted so that her face was beneath his limp, but happy, dick.  She reached upward and planted a huge kiss on his piss slit that was still leaking his fluids.

Susan turned back to the audience and bowed her head.  Her nipples had responded to all of this with their own mini-erection.  The group of on-looking members felt as though they were at a three ring circus and they didn’t know where to direct their own eyes.  The group couldn’t decide now whether to continue looking at Susan or look at the four very distressed cunts who were also before them on their hands and knees with very swollen tummies.  Although the group had seen Mavis Fay, Trophy, Saucer, and LardAss in many erotic situations, they still enjoyed seeing one of their own in distress.

But, they knew what was being set up for Susan and they did want to see the look on her face as the event unfolded to her.  They watched as the banker gently bent down and lifted Susan to her feet.  Susan was then completely surprised as the banker turned her and began applying severe punishment to her nipples.

Susan was squirming.  Pleasure had turned to pain.

The banker inquired, “Has the pleasure turned to pain?”

Susan nodded her head in affirmation.

The banker continued, “Well, it’s going to get much worse.  In fact, it’s going to get so bad that it will finally turn back to pleasure.  Trust me.”

From the time that Susan had gone through puberty she had heard males say “Trust me.”  She had especially heard them say those empty words both before and after sex.

She knew that their definition of ‘trust’ was self-serving and pure bullshit.  This ass hole didn’t give a shit about her pleasure.  He was going to hurt her and diminish her.  She screamed.

Saucer turned her head to look at what was going on behind her, “Shut the fucking bitch up.  She needs to know that this is a walk in the park compared to what she’s about to undergo.”

The Reverend came up to her and put one hand over her mouth as he used the other hand to pinch shut her nostrils.  She tried to squirm but the banker had too hard of a grip on her.  Furthermore, it was obvious that the banker intended to destroy her nipples.  He surely was succeeding.

The banker spoke, “I’m going to release your nipples but you must agree to spread your legs further apart.” 

She quickly nodded her head as vigorously as possible while her face was still in the grip of the holy man.

Mercifully, she felt the torturing fingers release her nipples while the Reverend released his grips on her mouth and nose.  Quickly, however, the Reverend had put his mouth on hers and began rummaging around her mouth with his probing tongue.  As this went on, she felt the banker rummaging around her ass hole.

He found it.  Then, Susan felt a familiar touch.  He had put an ass torpedo deep inside of her.  The Reverend let a huge ball of spit push into Susan’s mouth as he withdrew from her lips.  The banker stepped back and pushed a button on a remote.

The torpedo in her ass was set to a high charge and Susan felt the surge of electricity flow through her bowels.  The banker kept his finger depressed and the surge quickly took over Susan’s entire being.  She fell to the floor with a thud.  Her fingers were grabbing at her ass hole to no avail.  She lost control and pissed herself.  The group members applauded in appreciation of what they were seeing.  They had never seen such a device used and they loved it.

Even though the shocking pain had passed, Susan continued to roll on the floor.  Then, the Reverend’s voice thundered over everyone.  As is typical with phony preachers, he put the syllable “uh” at the end of many of his words.

“In the name-uh of all-uh that is sexual-uh and good-uh, I command-uh you to stand-uh up and face-uh your-uh future-uh!”

Susan complied immediately.  She now realized that when she bestowed her favors upon the banker and the onlookers, she had only bought a moment of time.  Now a price would be paid.

As Susan looked at the four swaying, plugged asses before her, she heard a rustling sound off to the side.  She and everyone else turned to look.  The four dwarf clown-men were accompanied by four dwarf women.  They, too, were naked and hairless.  They had halos setting above their heads, held in space by a wire that went down to a collar around their neck.  From their backs were strapped a set of miniature angel wings.  All in all, the eight little folks produced a weird-ass spectacle.

The eight of them were carrying a plastic, children’s wading pool.  It was, of course, empty.  The sides, about eighteen inches in height, were decorated with well-known children’s cartoon characters.  Overall, the pool had a diameter of eight feet.

The eight little people were squeaking to each other in a strange language.  They were moving as fast as their puny, misshapen legs could carry them and their load.  They came to the platform and it was all they could do to get the wading pool up to the platform.  But, they did.  Then they scooted it to the center of the platform, between Susan and the four kneeling cunts.

The Reverend commanded in a more normal voice, “Susan, lie down in the wading pool with your head toward our four filled bitches.”

Susan began to get a glimmer of what was going to take place.  It was simply more than her mind could conceive.  Surely it wasn’t going to happen?

Susan had hesitated a moment until she felt a one-second jolt in her ass.  She began to comply with the command before the second had ended.  As she reclined in the plastic pool, the first thing that struck her was that the plastic was quite cold.  Her body became covered with goose bumps from head to toe.

With no further words, Saucer backed up to the wading pool and hung her ass over the edge, directly above Susan’s face.  Susan saw the hanging ass with a slight brown, liquid trickle flowing from the edge of the butt plug.  Susan retched.  Then, Susan saw that the part of the plug that was protruding was, in fact, in the shape of a ball.  It was slightly larger than a golf ball.  Susan was terrified.

The Reverend commanded, “You MUST not use your hands.  Since your mouth is so talented, use it to remove the plug.”

Susan begged, “Please – no – no – no.”

The reply was in the form of a surge from the torpedo in her ass.  It lasted for five seconds.  She almost went into convulsions as the surge ended.  Sadly, she lifted her head toward the waiting ball that was set between the brown ass cheeks.

Susan actually got her mouth around the round handle of the ass plug.  Then, with a miraculous display of control, she actually held her head up and managed to keep it from falling downward.  Finally, she complied.

As Susan used her mouth to jerk the butt plug from the black woman’s skinny ass, Susan tried to jerk her head to one side.  It was too late.  A gigantic fountain of shit and brown liquid spewed forth and caught Susan full in the face.  It was unbelievable to everyone that such a skinny cunt could shit so much substance.  And, along with the substance, was the horrible stink that also came forth.

Susan’s face was covered with the horrible offal.  Saucer was still sprouting little rivulets of shitty liquid from her ass hole on to Susan’s face.  The club members were applauding.  They always loved these “enema nights”.  Susan heard none of it.  She was busy vomiting.  As the butt plug flew from her mouth, a green stream of bile followed it straight upward in the manner of a public fountain.  It was a marvelous sight.

Saucer shook her ass and was replaced by Mavis Fay.  Mavis Fay’s plump, white ass hung over Susan’s face.  The ball-handle of the butt plug was waiting for her.  Unfortunately, Susan was shaking too much to even think about her next assigned task.  Fortunately – or – not so fortunately, the banker had regained control as well as his trousers.  He pressed the remote and held it down.  Surges of electricity surged through Susan’s body.  The hair over her pussy actually began to wave in the air.

Susan complied in one fell swoop.  Her head flew upward, her mouth grasped the ball-handle and her head fell back to the floor of the wading pool.  Mavis Fay did what she had to do.  She shit like an elephant.  And, to dispel any myths, her sanctimonious shit did stink.  It stank mightily.  But, to her credit, her turds were perfect.  They were shaped in a quite symmetrical log.  They were not too hard and, yet, not too soft.  They rested easily across Susan’s forehead, her neck, and – somehow, one fell between her breasts.  It was really kind of pretty.  Well, actually, perhaps it was pretty to the club members but Susan apparently failed to grasp the beauty of it.  She was weeping openly.

Mavis Fay stood with an amazing display of dignity and walked away with a smile on her face.  She joined Saucer off to one side where the midgets were assigned to clean the asses.  They actually seemed to enjoy the task, and, they were of perfect height to accommodate the filthy asses.

Susan continued to cry as LardAss waddled over to the wading pool, hung her big ass over the edge and said, “Get ready for business bitch.”

Susan looked upward at the billboard size expanse of cottage cheese ass that was above her.  It was as though the sun had been blocked out completely.  The round plug handle was buried between the mighty cheeks.

This time, Susan needed no motivation.  She jerked her head upward to grasp the ball and succeeded in getting it in her mouth.  But, the plug wouldn’t move.  It was immersed in the huge ass cheeks.  As Susan hung there by her mouth, the turd between her tits rolled down to her pussy.  The turd on her neck rolled down and rested on her right nipple.  The turd on her forehead fell to rest upon the plug that was in Susan’s mouth.  Saucer’s previously deposited wet shit was flowing anywhere where a tributary could be formed.  Susan’s eyes widened as she realized her predicament

Meanwhile, LardAss was thoroughly pissed.  Her guts were full of liquid that wanted to get out.  In addition, in anticipation of tonight’s festivities, LardAss had eaten two huge plates of pasta at a time she judged to be best for having a full load of shit inside of her.  LardAss had, indeed, timed it just right and she did have a load of shit begging to get out.  Why didn’t this stupid cunt use her hands to brace herself and pull out the fucking plug?

Well, Susan was having problems of her own.  She was, at the moment, losing her sanity.  Her face and body had become cesspools.  Her ass hole hurt from the surges of electricity that had hit it.  Her face was pressed against a horrible ass and her mouth was full of a plug that made it hard for her to breathe.  She knew she was a shitty spectacle and this was simply too much for her ego to bear.  She was going crazy.

Then, in exasperation, LardAss began shaking her ass which in turn was shaking Susan’s face like a rag doll.  Now the club members were howling and hooting and applauding in appreciation for the spectacle they were seeing.  This was great!

Then, suddenly and without warning, the plug was dislodged from LardAss’ butt.  The results were unbelievable.  A broad pattern of shit and shitty liquid flew out of the well-used ass and Susan was coated as though she had been tarred and feathered in a barnyard.  It was noticed that in addition to pasta, LardAss had also consumed a huge amount of corn.  This had her desired effect as the shit that covered Susan was also strewn with kernels of corn that had gone through LardAss’ system unscathed.  It approached art.

LardAss smiled in acknowledgement of appreciation for her work.  She was nothing if not a good dispenser of real shit.  She walked toward the waiting dwarfs with her head held high.  In return, the dwarfs liked having a big canvas to work with and they were about to get a mighty one.

Susan was no longer recognizable.  She was coated from the waist up with shit.  The whites of her eyes were the only thing on her face that could be seen.  Her hair was matted with liquidy shit.  Her tits were completely covered although the pink of her left nipple was poking out through the mess.  It looked sad.

Susan was beyond sad.  She was diminished to nothingness.  And then, Trophy came up to her.  Trophy actually bent her head down towards Susan’s face.  She spoke in a voice that only Susan could hear.

“So you think you had the right to pleasure my man did you.  How dare you.  I am going to destroy you before the evening is over.  For now, I’m going to shit on your face and in your mouth.  I am then going to sit on your face and mash my shit into the pores of your skin.  I promise you, before the evening is over, you will not have the best-looking ass in this room.”

Then, in an impossible display of courage, Susan replied.  She replied in a manner that could only be attributed to the majestic ego of someone who knows how beautiful and special she is.  Susan replied though the stench of shit, the coating of shit, and – yes – even the taste of shit.

“Bring it on bitch.  Do your best.  But remember this, when it’s all said and done, my ass will still be better than yours.”

And then, somehow, Susan smiled.  True, some shit crept into her mouth but she seemed not to care.

Trophy was furious.  She vowed to give Susan an appropriate retribution for her failure to accept her lowered state.  Trophy hung her wonderful ass over the edge and just a matter of inches above Susan’s shit-covered face.  Susan looked up and noted that close up, it was a good ass.  However, she knew that her ass was better.

Trophy had deliberately scheduled herself to be the last to shit.  She had endured the cramps and the horrible feelings in her gut.  She had waited for her revenge.  She wanted her shit to be the last shit tonight that Susan would feel, smell, and taste.

Susan forced her face upward toward the butt plug.  Then, at the last possible second, Susan’s face veered to the right and she sunk her perfect teeth into the flesh of Trophy’s ass cheek.  It was a good bite.  She had a good hold.

Trophy wailed in anguish.  The teeth were burrowing into her skin and muscles.  She shook her ass to dislodge the predator.  It was to no avail.  Susan held on with the strength of a woman scorned.  Despite the cramps in her stomach, Trophy managed to stand, pulling the weight and pain of Susan’s face upward. 

The crowd laughed in glee.  This angered Trophy more.  Then, Trophy looked to her man for help and she saw that he was laughing, too.  This drove her berserk.  Trophy shook her ass even harder.  Then, she lost her footing and fell backward into the wading pool of shit.  Now, she too was becoming coated in shit.  Yet, that goddamn Susan would not relinquish her hold.  She was truly driven.

Her teeth finally met as they cut their way through skin and muscle.  This made her lose her grip.  But it also made Trophy lose a huge chunk of her once-beautiful ass.  It was now missing a part of that which had made her so sensual. 

In disdain, Susan spit out the chuck of ass into the pile of shit around her.  It was a chunk of very good ass though she was telling Trophy that her ass was simply shit.

In exasperation, Trophy reached behind her ass, grabbed the round handle of the butt plug, and jerked it free.  Shit flew out of her ass tunnel and mixed with the blood that was now flowing freely from her wounded cheek.  It was a sight.  To make matters worse, Susan was laughing and the onlookers were not offended at her laughter.  Trophy was doomed.  She knew that she would soon no longer be a trophy wife.

The dwarfs also were laughing and pointing.  They came forward and pulled Trophy out of the bloody, shitty mess.  Somehow, Trophy was taken to the emergency room.  It was hard to explain how such a large chunk of her ass had been bitten off.  However, the emergency room technicians did enjoy the view of that which remained.

Trophy was never heard from again although there were rumors that she was last seen giving ten dollar blow jobs in Memphis.  It was also said that she never again showed her bare ass to anyone else.

Meanwhile, Susan was lying exhausted in the pool of shit.  The club members were becoming a bit bored by the entire scene.  Just at the right time, they were told it was dinner time.

When dinner was announced, the Reverend told everyone that they should relieve themselves before retiring to the dining room.  There was still a full evening of festivities ahead and they surely would not want to leave to go to the restroom.

Susan watched in disbelief as sixteen men lined around the pool, shoulder to shoulder.  They unzipped their fly and rolled out their dicks.  She watched mournfully as they began pissing.  They seemed to make it a game as each tried to hit a specific part of her body – her eyes, her nostrils, her mouth, her nipples, her belly button, her pussy, and even the bottoms of her feet.

It was proven to her once again that men were not too specific with aim when they pissed.  Piss was flying everywhere.  Some of it she swallowed and promptly vomited.  Some of it went into her nostrils and invaded her sinuses to give her huge coughing fits.  These coughing fits made her open her mouth and provide a worthy target for the pissing men.

As they put their dicks back in place, the women hiked up their dresses and squatted over the edge of the pool.  They contributed in mighty streams that flooded everything.  Susan was drenched and shit laden.  She was diminished to the lowest point she had ever been in her life.  She watched as the women stood regally, and let down their dresses as though nothing unusual had taken place.

At that, the club members, minus Trophy, retired to the dining room.

Susan lay there in a stupor.  She barely heard the dwarfs coming to her.  One spoke in a high-pitched voice, “All right missy.  It’s time to get you cleaned up so you can perform for the dinner portion of the evening.  Your troubles have only just begun.”

Susan Gets a Delivery, Part 7

Susan was clean.  She was grateful for the fact that her body was completely devoid of the shit and disgusting fluids that had seemed to invade every crack and crevice of her body.  However, it had come at a stiff price.

She had been completely stripped of any and all dignity, that is, if she had any dignity left after all of her other experiences.  The little hands had attacked her personage in a manner that was surely similar to one of those car washes that has a myriad of brushes that seem to come from everywhere as they swirl and scrub.

The little people had degraded her fiercely with their squeaky voices as they made her clean for her next adventure.  It seemed that they were paying her back for her stature, her beauty and for her fantastic ass.

This last part was manifested as they enjoyed the pleasure of putting their misshapen arms up her cunt and her ass.  They even made it a contest as they wagered over who could put their hand and arm the furthest up her nether holes.

Actually, it was no contest since all of them were able to bury their arms completely up to their armpits.  It had been a humiliating and painful experience as they opened and closed their little fists and as they tried to swish their appendages around while deep inside her.

She found herself constantly grunting and murmuring epitaphs under her breath.  She succeeded in not screaming out loud lest she encourage them to do more.  The little men had also forced her to give each of them a blow job.

This was an experience that she could never have imagined since she was able to take their entire dick and sack inside her mouth.  It felt strange to feel their tiny tools leaking inside her mouth at the same time that their little marble-size balls rolled around beneath her tongue.  Also, their pubic hair felt like a scouring pad as it scraped the skin around her lips.

The diminutive women felt a need to upstage their men so they each sat on her face and forced her to drink their tiny streams of piss directly from the “tap”.  It seemed that dwarf piss was just as vile as piss from a normal size bladder.  Her stomach rolled as it constantly had to deal with this infusion of waste water.

Through this entire ordeal, Susan was also put off by another sight that bothered her.  Although the members of the Cock Club had retired to the dining room, she had noticed that her original protagonists – Ed, Ricolaleta, and Horsecock – had been standing in a distant corner of the room, observing all that had taken place.

Then, she saw the banker return and walk up to the three conspirators.  He brought with him a Hispanic man who was the most evil-looking man that Susan had ever seen.  He was tall with perfect posture and a dark, dusky complexion.  The five of them had engaged in what appeared to be a heated exchange.  Finally, they began smiling.  They stepped up to a small table where the Hispanic man removed a document from the inside pocket of his sharkskin suit.  It was signed by all of them and then all of them shook hands with smiles all around.

Then, Ed, Ricolaleta, and Horsecock turned and left the room.  As they exited through a door, Ed turned and waved gently at Susan.  Susan was at that moment being dried by all of the dwarfs and she had trouble interpreting the meaning of the hand wave.  She realized that Ed was saying good-bye to her.  For some reason, she felt a touch of sadness as he exited the room.

The dwarfs had stepped back to admire their handiwork while, at the same time, the banker walked up to face Susan.

He spoke reassuring words to her, “It’s going to be all right.  I just purchased you from those three evil people.  The gentleman was with me to serve as a witness.  All you have to do is get through this evening and I will take care of you.”

He smiled at her and she could feel a sense of relief come over her.

He continued, “I’m not going to mislead you.  Tonight will be rough on you.  But, be assured that it will have an ending.  Then, you are mine and I will take care of your future.”

The thoughts going through Susan’s head were ample evidence that people often hear what they want to hear rather than what has actually been said.  Susan realized that Trophy was probably out of the picture now that her beautiful ass was permanently marred.  Susan also knew that her own ass was perfect.

So, it was natural that Susan assumed that she was to be the banker’s next trophy wife.  True, she was deeply offended that she had been purchased.  Yet, after all that had happened, she realized her vulnerability.  And, she knew life could be good as a display fixture for the banker.

Plus, most important of all, the banker had said, “. . . I will take care of you. ”  Surely, being a banker, he could be trusted.

So, she said with deep sincerity, “Thank you.  Thank you.  Thank you.  I will not disappoint you.”

He replied with a smile, “I know you won’t disappoint me.”

She put her words to action as she stepped forward, put her arms around his neck and kissed him thoroughly – square on the lips.  As her tongue invaded him, he could still taste the faint acrid flavor of piss.  The dwarfs had brushed her teeth thoroughly but it was tough for piss not to leave a lasting taste.  He withstood it because he knew what was eventually to occur.

When she released him, the banker stepped back, turned and walked out the door to the dining room.  Just before he went through the door, he turned and told her to obey every command with full cooperation and vigor if she wanted to survive and be with him for a good life.  She promised inwardly to do anything she was told.  This was immediately proven to be a difficult commitment.

The dwarfs commanded her to get down on her hands and knees.  Then two male dwarfs stepped to each side of Susan’s erotic body, each holding a huge deep-sea fish hook in a hand.  Connected to the eyelet of each hook was a nylon cord.  Telling her not to move, each dwarf began using a free hand to stroke her nipples.

Susan’s nipples immediately responded with a full erection.  Each dwarf’s free hand grabbed a nipple and, without ceremony, drove the barbed hook through the nipple.  Susan could not help but scream.  However, to her credit, she did not move a muscle beyond the twitching of her arm muscles and a deep intake of breath.

As Susan tried to deal with the horrid pain that had invaded her nipples, the smallest of the female dwarfs had stepped up to her front.  Susan’s face was parallel to the floor as she was breathing quickly to try to deal with the pain.  Her dilated eyes saw a teeny, tiny pair of cowboy boots that encased the dwarf’s equally tiny feet.  Protruding from the back of the boots was a wicked pair of metal spurs.  As the dwarf cowgirl shifted her weight from one foot to the other, the spurs jingled menacingly.

The little lady said, “Look at me bitch.  You are now going to become a pony.  You better obey me.”

At that, the little cowgirl moved around to Susan’s left side and, with one fluid motion, jumped up on to Susan’s back.  Susan again held her ground although her back had to adjust its attitude with this sudden addition of weight.

The nylon cords were handed to the cowgirl and she gave them a twitch.  Susan immediately felt a horrible pain in each of her nipples.  She was beginning to “get it”.  She got it even more when the cowgirl dug her spurs into Susan’s side.  Susan murmured a quiet scream.  She realized the evening was going to enter a new level of conflict, pain and degradation.

The little cowgirl was handed a western hat that looked as though it had been used in old silent movies.  To be blunt, it was ludicrous.  It became even more ludicrous when the cowgirl placed it on top of her little head.

“Giddy up,” said the cowgirl as she dug her spurs into Susan’s side and slapped her back with the reins.  Susan complied immediately even as the pain coursed through her body.  She crawled forward as fast as her limbs would propel her as the dwarf spectators clapped in appreciation.

After they had gone about twenty feet, the cowgirl pulled sharply on the right rein.  In fact, the pull was so strong that Susan’s right tit tried to wrap around her side.  The sharpness of the pull caused a correspondingly proportionate pain to be inflicted on her nipple.  Susan, thought surely the hook was about to be pulled through her nipple.  Nonetheless, Susan immediately turned to the right.

This exercise was repeated often until Susan had mastered turns to the satisfaction of her rider.  Susan was directed via signals from the reins and spurs to return to the middle of the crowd of little people.

Then, one of the men dwarfs stepped forward, holding a replica of a horsetail.  At its base was a vicious looking butt plug.  The cowgirl could feel Susan’s entire body shudder as she spied the tail and the plug.  In a moment of fake tenderness, the cowgirl reached forward and patted the side of Susan’s neck and said cooingly, “It’s o.k. girl, don’t worry.  Stay calm”

The pat didn’t calm Susan down but she was calmed by her memory of the words of promise made to her by the banker.  She even stayed quiet as a gaggle of little hands began pulling apart her ass cheeks to expose her anus.  She again stayed calm as the horse tail was slammed into her ass with no ceremony whatsoever.

There was a full length mirror at one end of the room.  The cowgirl directed her steed to the mirror.  Susan almost wept when she saw her ridiculous image.  Then she was horrified as the cowgirl said, “Let’s join the dinner party.”

The double doors to the dining room were held open by two employees of the Cock Club.  Susan faced these open doors with trepidation, fear, and – oddly enough – just a touch of arrogance.  It was true that her body was in conflict with the thoughts going through her brain at that moment.

Her body was in pain.  Her ass and pussy hurt ferociously from the invading little hands and arms that had been rummaging around inside of her.  Her ass hole and her shit tunnel were in agony from the miniature fisting that had invaded her and from the huge plug that was holding the pony tail in her ass.  Her sides were stinging from the abrasions imposed by the little bitch’s spurs that she used so freely.  Susan’s eyes and throat were severely aggravated by the coating of shitty substances that had been imposed upon her.  However, worst of all, the fish hooks through her nipples were causing immense pain.  She had been trying, without success, to anticipate turns so that she could begin a new direction without having the hooks pulled ferociously into her protesting nipples.  By and large, her anticipation had not been in time to avoid the dwarf’s gleeful yank on the reins.  A subliminal irritant was the feel of the little cunt’s wet pussy rubbing up and down her back.

Despite all of this pain and torment, Susan was actually developing a positive attitude.  She had already been subjugated to immense mental and physical torments.  She had survived them all.  Surely nothing worse could be imposed upon her for the rest of the evening?  And, there was the knowledge that after tonight she would become the banker’s next trophy.  She could foresee a good outcome to all of this.

Right now, she wanted to show all of these ass holes what she was capable of when it came to sexual adventures.  When this was all over and when everyone found out that she had been chosen and purchased to be the banker’s new partner, she wanted them to all agree that he was a lucky son-of-a-bitch.  She would perform in a manner that no one had ever seen before!

Although Susan needed no urging, her rider dug both spurs deeply into Susan’s sides.  Susan had actually begun forward before she felt the prick of the metal teeth digging into her body.  She leaped forward – or at least – leaped forward as much as it was possible for a human to leap while on her hands and knees and while carrying a load on her back.

As she went through the doors her head was swinging from side to side to evaluate her new surroundings.  First of all, she discovered that directly ahead was a ramp that she would have to climb.  Now her hands and knees were already in distress from this unfamiliar way of moving but she ignored the pain and began climbing the ramp. 

The ramp led to a huge stage that was about twenty-four inches above the floor.  The stage was a circular platform with a diameter of almost twenty feet.  Dinner tables were placed all around the stage to provide a theater-in-the-round effect.  Each table accommodated four people – two men and two women to each table.  Seven of the tables had a full complement.  The eighth table was short one person – Trophy – who was at this very moment having her ass worked on by a very happy intern as he tried to repair the area that was missing a big chunk of its skin and muscle.

Susan was somewhat put off by the attire – or lack of attire – of the spectators.  The women were completely naked except that each woman was wearing a hat that would have been appropriate for the Kentucky Derby.  The men were naked from the waist down except for silk socks and patent leather shoes on their feet.  From the waist up they were adorned in white tie and tails.  It was truly an odd sight.  Not surprisingly, each man was already blessed with an erection.  They had all been worked on by one of the women at their table and they were fluffed for action.

The table tops were all clear glass so that everyone could see what was going on beneath the table.  Finally, the lighting for the stage was theater bright and video cameras were visible as they permitted an easy view of everything from every angle.  The entire scene was designed for voyeurism.

Then, unexpectedly, Susan actually almost grinned as she reflected quickly on the sights that were around her.  Sure, the little bitch was still imposing pain on her side via the spurs.  But, she thought there was surely nothing more ridiculous than men dressed in formal attire from the waist up, feet shod with expensive shoes and socks, and otherwise completely naked from the waist down with their dicks and balls swinging freely in the breeze for all to see.  In some ways, men’s naked groins were quite silly-looking.

Then, even more unexpectedly, Susan realized that her pussy was actually getting wet.  She knew this was because at almost the same time she had thought silly thoughts about the men’s appearance, she also was having lascivious thoughts about all those dicks that were going from a state of semi-erection to a full-blown state of sexual readiness.  She could not believe that she had counted them and verified that there were, in fact, sixteen dicks that would be invading her before the evening would end.  She also speculated as to how they would use her.  Would they use all of her holes?  Would they focus on just one or two holes?  Could any of them fuck more than one hole in the same evening?  To her chagrin, her pussy was actually dripping on to the platform even as she scooted around on her hands and knees.

This leaking did not go unnoticed by the Reverend.  He was heard to say in a stage whisper, “Praise the lord.  The cunt is getting herself ready for us?”

Then, a voice boomed out across the room via speakers that were concealed in the ceiling and walls.  The voice was a deep baritone that reeked of authority and knowledge.  It was, in fact, the voice of a man who for years had done the voiceovers for quite well-known movie trailers.

“Rider – take your steed to the center of the platform and dismount and leave.”

The dwarf rider slapped the reins on Susan’s back and spurred Susan to the middle of the platform.  At that the little woman dismounted and scurried off the back of her mount and hurried from the large dining room.

The voice boomed again:  “Cunts and cocks, welcome to this special dining night of the Cock Club.  And, certainly, our thanks are extended to Slut Susan for her presence and willingness to provide this evenings entertainment.  I know we will be blessed by her gifts.”

As the crowd applauded, Susan was once more flummoxed.  She was there on her hands and knees – naked, well-fucked, cords hanging from fishhooks through her nipples, and a tail hanging from her ass – before those whom she would have formerly considered her peers.

From the voice again:  “Slut Susan.  Stand up so we can see your body.  Present yourself to us.”

Susan scrambled to her feet – stabs of pain coursing through her nipples as the cords swung freely and pulled on the hooks.  She stood with her hands at her side.  She was not sure how she was to present herself.

“Slut Susan – spread your legs so that we may get a good view of your pussy and so that those behind you can see your marvelous ass as your muscles and tendons are flexed.”

The Cock Club members applauded once more.  In fact, it seemed like a bit of a contest between those in front of her and those behind her.  It was as if each group was saying “hooray for our side.”

Once again, the voice:  “Would one of the Club employees please step up and remove the fishhooks?  We need her breasts completely free of any obstructions.”

Immediately, an employee stepped up to the platform.  Now Susan was scared shitless.  She could not imagine how the hooks could be removed without tearing her nipples to shreds.  In fact, her fears were somewhat groundless.  The employee produced a pair of wire clippers and clipped off the barbed ends of each of the hooks.  Then, he very carefully backed the barbless hooks out of the nipples with a large dose of care.

Susan could be heard to whisper, “Thank you.”

The employee bowed slightly to her in acknowledgement and left the room with dispatch.

Once again, the omnipotent voice:  “It is now dessert time.  For dessert, the chef has prepared Key Lime Soufflé with Raspberry Chambord.  I think you will find it quite delicious.  As you eat, Slut Susan will provide mild entertainment for all of you.”

Now, as she endured this ordeal, Susan had developed a long list of things she hated.  These included such things as fisting, eating shit, drinking piss, being repeatedly fucked in every aperture, and being naked in general before both friends and strangers.  However, perhaps the one thing that she hated more than any other thing was the word ‘slut’. 

Actually, there were three words that set her emotions on edge.  One was the word “cunt”.  She thought this to be an utterly despicable way of describing women and of naming the sexual package that rested between her thighs. 

Another word that set her teen on edge was “penis”.  Susan thought that the word “penis” gave an exalted status to a man’s organ when, in reality, his tool was only useful for fucking or pissing.  The only words she thought that were applicable were “prick” or “dick”.  “Penis” was simply too elegant to call a tool whose only purpose was to serve as a conduit for yucky fluids.

But the word that really pissed her off was “slut”.  She had such an attitude about the word that she even looked it up in the dictionary.  There she found that its first definition was:  “a dirty, slovenly woman”.  This word was not her – no matter how they used her or what they did to her.

The voice interrupted her thoughts:  “Slut Susan – begin masturbating with your right hand.  Begin immediately.”

So, the thought, “They want a show.  All right, I’ll give them a show.”

Susan’s right hand slowly went down the front of her body.  Her hand stopped along the way to stroke her right nipple.  Despite the pain from her previous impalement by a fish hook, she caressed her nipple until it became hard and erect.

She was a bit surprised when the lights in the room went dim.  There was just enough light to see the outline of the club members as they began spooning their desserts into their mouths.  Then a soft red spotlight shone on her, bathing her in an erotic glow that seemed to enhance her body and its every movement.

Her hand wandered downward to slowly stroke her tummy, just above her pubic hair.  Her hips were undulating in response to the sensual touch of her own hand.  The tail that was still imbedded in her ass was jiggling pleasantly.  In an instance of perfect timing, music began playing over the ornate sound system.

It was Ravel’s “Bolero”, an incredibly sensual piece of orchestral music.  It began with a single instrument playing a simple erotic melody.  This melody was consistently passed from one instrument to another.

The emcee spoke in dulcet tones over the music, “The Bolero will play for approximately another seventeen minutes.  Everyone must finish their dessert in that time.  Slut Susan would be well-served to give us a proper show during that time.  The effectiveness of her self-abuse will determine how painful the rest of the evening will be for her.  At the end of the music and her performance, all club members will be invited to join her in the entertainment.”

Susan saw these words as a second commitment to her to make things easy for the remaining evening.  First of all, she still had the promise from the banker that she would become his trophy wife.  Now, if she really gave them a show with her body, she might get off easy for the remainder of the evening.  There was hope for her.

Because the house lights were dim, she could not see what the club members were doing.  As they wolfed down their fantastic dessert – which was frankly too good to be wolfed down – the members knew that any promise of “easiness” of treatment was pure bull shit.  She was in for a rough evening.

Susan’s right hand was now at her bush.  She was using her fingers as a comb to whisk through her pubic hair as she would pull it away from her body.  Then she would release the curly strands so the members could see her bush snap back into its natural position.

Slowly, slowly, she moved her hand downward and gradually put her finger into her slit – just down to the second knuckle.  Then, she gradually moved her single finger up and down from one end of her pussy slit to the other.  She noted that her pussy was soaking wet with her juices.  In addition, her body was sweating profusely.  The red beam from the spotlight was reflecting off of the sweat droplets to outline her entire body in a halo of glowing red.

Her left hand went up beneath her left breast.  She used this hand to gradually lift the meat of her breast upward toward her chin.  She bowed her head and began sucking her nipple that was completely erect in some magical anticipation of her lips encircling it.

Saliva was forming around her mouth where her lips touched the soft, white skin of her breast.  The finger of her right hand came out of her pussy slip.  The red light revealed globs of pussy juice coating her finger.  She slowly brought this finger upward and began painting the nipple of her right breast.  This nipple seemed to become more erect as it seemed to try to urge her finger to deposit more sexual fluids upon its pink countenance.

Meanwhile as the Bolero continued on its erotic journey of music, the percussion instruments were becoming louder and more intense.  Several instruments had joined the repetitive melody to enhance its melodic message of intercourse.

Susan now could not even see the outlines of the club members.  Her eyes were closed in some séance of introspective sexuality.  She had spread her legs wider in anticipation of deeper masturbation.  Her right hand had now slipped down beneath her right breast.  Her left hand had now let her left breast relax which caused the disappointed nipple to slip from the grasp of her full lips.

Slowly, very slowly, Susan’s right hand lifted the meat of her right breast up to her face.  The nipple looked like it had been used for a dipping instrument from some pool of sexual concoction.  Susan pursed her lips in a perfect circle and dipped her head down until her mouth completely encapsulated the wet nipple along with its coating.  She gradually drew her lips closed around the base of the now-huge nipple.  A sucking noise could be heard even above the music.

She released the aroused nipple and lifted her face upward.  The red light revealed that all of the fluids were no longer on the naked nipple.  Susan opened her mouth and protruded her tongue.  It was coated in the white fluids of sexuality.  She pulled her tongue back in and swallowed noisily.  Then, she protruded her tongue outward.  The tongue was devoid of any pussy juice.

It seemed like an eternity had passed.  Yet, there were still twelve minutes left of the Bolero.  About half of the orchestra instruments had now joined together in repeating the short melody over and over.  The snare drums were now starting to open up.  The room reverberated with sexuality.  Every human in the room was sweating like laborers in a boiler room.

In addition to sweating, every club member’s sexual organs were being touched.  Some members were touching themselves.  Some were being touched by the person next to them.  Not one single prick or pussy, however, was being touched by a single person.  At least, two – sometimes three people had a hand on a prick or fingers in a pussy.  Breasts were being suckled.  Hands were even sneaking beneath buttocks to insert a finger in an anal cavity.  The room reeked of sexual anticipation.

Meanwhile, Susan’s right hand had quickly made a journey to her pussy.  There was no flirtation now.  Her fingers were working vigorously on her clit.  Her left hand had joined its mate and was attacking her pussy lips and the insides of her pussy.  Juices were flowing freely down the insides of both of her thighs.  Her beautiful ass cheeks were shuddering in time to the actions of her hands of the front of her body.  The pony tail had now assumed an identity of its own as it brushed side to side, up and down, and in clockwise circles.

Susan’s face, neck and chest had turned red with a huge rash.  Her breathing was in quick, staccato bursts.  Her eyes were now open and completely dilated.  The Bolero music was urging everyone on.  The full orchestra had now joined in to force the melody through each listener’s very being.  The percussions were booming as though they were being fucked by giants.

Susan was screaming.  Her hands were a blur as they attacked her very own pussy.  Her pussy hair was matted with her juices.  The tendons on her thighs were jumping with spasms.  She screamed unintelligible sounds and she came just as the Bolero finished.

There was silence in the room.  Well, actually, oxygen-starved breathing was taking place from everyone in the dining room.  Some portions of desserts had not been consumed.  Instead, they flew on to naked, sweaty bodies as club members allowed their baser instincts to take over and they let their hormones take controls of their bodies.  The floor was strewn with rampant pools of sexual fluids that had been released from their parent bodies.  And, this was only the beginning.

Susan was bent over with her hands on her knees.  She was breathing hard.  Her entire body was shaking as she tried to keep from collapsing.  Thankfully for her, she had no idea what was ahead for her.

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.