Chapter 8
Gordon's ass was big and hairy and gave off a scent of sweat and male essence that made Susan's head whirl.
She was on her knees behind him, facing his ass, her eyes on the dark puckered ring of his hairy ass-hole.
Gordon was naked below his waist, kneeling on the rug with his legs spread wide, his huge nuts hanging down like a sack of lemons.
Helen had ordered Susan's punishment and this was the first phase of it. Susan had to suck Gordon's ass, get his cock hard so he could ravage her ass-hole. Helen stood there beside them, smiling down, taunting Susan, her eyes glittering as she watched the fear and loathing in Susan's face.
Susan was frightened and revolted and she wished she was dead.
Gordon's brownie winked at her. The rim of his ass-hole was puckered and raised, dark-brown in color, and around it grew a ring of dark hair, curled and tangled and matted with his sweat. She found it hypnotic to look at, and as she watched it, the pursed grommet opened and closed again as though inviting her to get closer to it.
"Go on," Helen said, "get your face in his ass before I hit you again. Next time I hit you, I'll work on your pretty face. Is that what you want?"
Trembling with fear," Susan moved her face closer to Gordon's ass, shut her eyes, extended her tongue and made the first contact with his humid asscrack. The musky scent, the salty taste, the heat of his ass went to her head.
She began licking his ass-hole, slowly lapping her the flat of her tongue up and down, up and down. She imagined she could feel each wrinkle in his puckered grommet, each tendril of hair. His ass rim quivered beneath her tongue, opened and closed and opened again. A growling sound came out of Gordon's throat and he shifted backward a bit to get more of her face against his ass.
Chuckling, Helen crouched down, slid her hand over Susan's naked ass and pinched her ass-cheeks. "Go on, now, get your tongue inside. Gordon hasn't had a pretty girl's tongue in his ass in a long time. Give it a workout, sweetie. Get his cock stiff if you don't want to get hurt again."
Shuddering, Susan centered the tip of her tongue on the ring of Gordon's ass-hole. She hesitated a moment, then she stiffened her tongue and slowly pushed it inside the elastic grommet.
"Oh, yeah, that's good," Gordon said, his voice tight. Helen smiled. "You like that Gordon?" "You bet."
Helen was amused. Susan was a delicious find, attractive, obviously prudish, and just rebellious enough to make things interesting. Helen liked cock once in a while, but her main interest was pussy. She liked to hurt them, not too much, but enough to get her jollies. Most of all, she liked them obedient. There was nothing that turned her on more than a pretty young housewife like Susan at her beck and call, ready for any whim she might have.
Before long Susan would be a lovely little masochist, a willing slave. Helen had seen it happen before. The last girl had been a ravishing blonde suburban mother who loved to be beaten and pissed on and sometimes more. There were times when Ingrid had begged Helen to shit on her. Helen had enjoyed that. It was messy, of course, but there was a special thrill in squatting over a pretty girl and watching the turds fall on her face.
She was building up a lech to do that to Susan. She had an idea Susan might go for it in a big way. You had to lead them along, show them what they wanted because usually they had no idea themselves. It would be great fun to watch Gordon fuck Susan's ass. He would certainly hurt her, but he'd finish the job. Helen meant to see that huge horsecock of his deep inside the brunette's ass. In the meantime Susan seemed lost inside Gordon's ass-hole, her face pushed between his hairy ass-cheeks, her tongue reaming out his hot shit hole. She loves it, Helen thought. She's getting a good taste of his shit and she loved every moment of it.
It was only partly true, of course. Susan was excited by the terrible lewdness of what she was doing, but she hated the way Helen lorded over her. She still wasn't used to that, not completely. It was true she was beginning to accept things, even to the point of sometimes liking it when they ordered her to do filthy acts she could never do voluntarily. But she was still new at it, still uncertain, still afraid of what this new life had in store for her.
It was almost as if she was a new person, as if she'd undergone a sort of transformation. It was strange and also thrilling. She could no longer deny the thrill of it. It was thrilling to have her face pressed against Gordon's musky-smelling ass, her tongue fluttering in his steaming ass-hole. She could tell by the sounds he made, by the way he moved that he was enjoying it.
Helen could tell that too. She liked watching Gordon get his rocks off. The big brute was such an animal, and that donkey-prick between his legs was enough to set any woman's juices flowing. As far as Marvin's cock was concerned, she could take it or leave it, but Gordon's monster was something else. Crouching down, she reached under his belly to find the massive cylinder of his cock. She could hardly close her hand around it. She squeezed it, pumped it a few times and tested its stiffness. Oh, yes, he was ready.
Before long Gordon began making grunting sounds and Helen pushed Susan's face away from his ass. She did not want Gordon coming, not now. She wanted his cock completely hard when he went into Susan's ass-hole.
"Now clean up my pussy," Helen said to Susan. Watching you tongue-fuck Gordon's ass made me drip a little. Get over here and clean it up."
Susan had to crawl to Helen. The blonde raised her skirt, spread her legs to make her cunt available. In a moment Susan had her face under it, her tongue swabbing Helen's juicy gash.
Susan had sucked Helen's pussy so often by now, she knew every nook and cranny, all the different smells and varied tastes of her cunt-flesh. At the moment Helen's cunt bush had a slightly pissy smell, but when a woman had as much crotch hair as Helen that was to be expected. Anyway, it wasn't that bad. Susan closed her eyes and lapped and sucked Helen's ripe cuntflesh and told herself things could be worse. Maybe she was getting to like it. It was awful to be forced to do it like this, but she did find it pleasant to run her tongue over a hot pussy. Or inside a hairy masculine ass. You've become a slut, Susan thought. She quivered as she nibbled on Helen's drooping cunt lips.
After a while Helen said it was time to go upstairs to the playroom. Susan was afraid now. She knew what was coming and she was certain she'd never survive it. But she went along meekly, allowed herself to be led into the playroom and over to the leather horse. Helen and Gordon went to work on her, and before long they had her where they wanted her.
Susan whimpered as they tied her to the leather horse. They had her bent over with her head hanging down and her ass in the air. Her ankles were pulled wide apart and chained to the legs of the horse. She was terribly frightened. She was certain Gordon's huge cock would damage her insides if he pushed it inside her ass. She was certain she couldn't take it, not a cock like that. It was true her ass-hole was stretched now and she could take an ordinary cock without difficulty, but Gordon's cock was certainly not ordinary. They'll kill me, she thought. First it would be horribly painful and then she would die.
After that Gordon peeled his clothes off and Helen brought out a jar of Vaseline. The blonde had a lovely time rubbing the Vaseline over Gordon's huge prick. She loved handling it, loved feeling the weight of his meat in her hand. His nuts always drove her wild. It was hard to believe any man could have balls so big. It was almost enough to make her forget all about the joys of pussy. Toying with Gordon's cock was always something special and it always got to her.
When she had Gordon's big cock coated with grease, Helen pushed him closer to Susan and brought his fat cockhead to Susan's ass-hole. "Open your ass, honey," Helen said. "Push out like you do when you shit. It'll be easier on you that way."
The blonde's eyes glittered as she watched Gordon's enormous cockhead push at Susan's dainty brown ass-hole. But of course Susan had been stretched enough. She'd feel pain taking Gordon's huge cock, but Helen knew she could do it and still survive. She certainly didn't want the pretty brunette dying on her, not so soon.
Then a mewling sound of pleasure came out of Helen's throat as she watched Gordon's bloated cockhead slowly push into Susan's widely stretched shithole.
"That's it," she said. "Go on, Gordon, give it to her. I want every damn inch of your prick in her ass."
Susan could hardly breathe. She was certain he was ripping her ass open, certain she must be torn and bleeding. The pain was deep and terrible and beyond anything she'd imagined. She felt like someone's fist had been shoved inside her ass, and a big fist at that. And she could feel him sliding more and more of his horsecock into her butt. Was there no end to it?
Susan was unable to look at her own ass-hole, but Helen and Gordon had a clear view. Helen shivered with arousal at the sight of it. Watching a pretty dolly get her ass-hole reamed out was always a turn-on. And with Gordon's huge cock doing the reaming, you always had a good show, lovely stretching of the ass-hole ring, the girl groaning that deep groan that came only with ass-fucking.
Helen had more than once strapped on a fat rubber cock to fuck the ass off a chick she'd just met in a bar. Most of them loved it. The women in their fifties were the best, some of them so hungry for it they blew their cookies at the first stretching of the cute brown eye. Lord, how stiff her clit was! Watching pretty Susan's tight little ass-hole take Gordon's cock was exciting enough to melt a stone.
Gordon was fucking more or less smoothly now, his thick cock sliding in and out slowly but surely, his heavy balls slapping against Susan's bare pussy lips at the end of each powerful stroke.
Susan was no longer aware of where she was. Her world now consisted only of her ass and Gordon's sliding cock. She could feel every ridge on his donkey-prick, every bump and vein, the huge flared cockhead each time he pulled back far enough to stretch her ass-ring even further.
There was pleasure, a hot searing pleasure that had long since wiped out any pain. Her ass was on fire, her bowels twitching with blast after blast of ass-fucking bliss.
"She loves it," Helen said. "The little bitch loves having her ass split open. Ram it in, Gordon. She wants everything you have."
Snickering, Helen slid her hand underneath Susan to dip her fingers in the brunette's pussy.
As Helen expected, Susan's cunt was a mess of juice and swollen pussymeat, the sure sigh of a girl getting her jollies from a sliding cock.
And then suddenly the door of the playroom opened and Helen's husband walked in. Marvin grinned when he saw what was going on. He came over to get a close look at Gordon's prick stretching Susan's ass-hole. His arm slipped around his wife's waist and his hand moved up to cup one of her tits.
"What's happening, Helen? How come you're letting Gordon do all the work? Nothing to add?"
"I was hoping you'd be here to help us," Helen said, her voice teasing.
She wasn't that anxious to play with Marvin but his hand did feel good on her tit. She realized how silly it was to still have her clothes on while Gordon and Susan were stripped naked. Now that Marvin was here, they could have a wild foursome and do a few nasty things to pretty Susan.
Running her hand over the front of Marvin's pants, she squeezed his prick, and said, "Join us, lover? I'll suck your lollipop if you take your clothes off."
Marvin chuckled and in a moment they faced each other and began stripping.
Gordon continued fucking his cock in and out of Susan's ass like a relentless machine. He was far from coming. He liked to hold back when he had his cock in a tight ass like this. It wasn't often he got the chance to fuck such a pretty ass-hole and he wanted to make it last a long time.
Susan had lost track of how many times she'd come. She heard someone wailing and groaning and she realized it was her own voice. Never in her life had she experienced anything like this, not this deep thundering penetration to the depths of her being.
Helen had stripped down to the essentials now. Her big fat-nippled tits jiggled and swayed, pendulous but still attractive. She wore a pink lace garter belt, dusky hose and black high-heeled sandals. She knew she had the looks, great legs and a lovely big ass and hanging tits that brought water to the mouths of both men and women. The lez girls always went for her in a big way, they liked big tits, fat nipples to suck on.
When Marvin was finally naked, he faced Helen and grinned as he stroked his cock. "Let's have a wrap-around," he said.
Helen nodded and followed Marvin as he sat down in a chair facing Gordon and Susan. His idea was to watch Gordon give his meat to Susan's ass-hole while Helen worked on his prick.
In a moment Helen was on her knees, crouched between Marvin's spread legs, her hands holding and lifting her big tits and wrapping them over Marvin's upstanding cock.
It was an old game they played. Helen rolled her tits over Marvin's cock, pumping his prick in the warm groove between her tits. She did that awhile, and then she stopped and closed her mouth over his bloated cockhead and began sucking.
Yummy, Helen thought. She did like the feel of a warm cock in her mouth. Marvin never realized how often she took care of Gordon, milked him like the donkey he was. Marvin's prick was average sized and tasty enough, but Gordon's was a real mouthful. And when Gordon came you knew you had a load of spunk in your mouth. Those huge balls of his were not fooling, they could put out enough jizz for three ordinary men. Every gal, gay or not, liked a bit of cock-sucking under the right circumstances. Helen knew a few dollies with a definite passion for cock-sucking, provided they could call the shots and drain the man on their own terms.
She knew what she'd do this evening. She'd get Marvin to fuck Susan's pussy while Gordon spiked her ass. That would be fun. She'd see the girl double-fucked and then have Susan suck the goodies out of her front and back. No missing the back. Once she had a girl like Susan in the house, her ass-hole seemed to be tingling for a tongue about every hour or so.
At last, pulling her mouth off Marvin's prick and using her fingers to keep him stiff, Helen told him what she wanted. "She can top-ride you," she said. "Then Gordon can get in her ass again and the two of you can go to town."
Marvin smiled. "The last time we did that, the girl pissed on me."
"Don't say you didn't like it."
"I've got a few ideas about later on."
"Knowing you, they must be filthy as hell."
"How'd you guess? Come on, it's time I got my cock in a pussy."