Susan Gets a Delivery

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.