Helen continued rolling Arthur's knob around in her mouth, sucking it and pulling on it with her lips as she attempted to get his cock hard again. In the meantime he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and shorts. Now he wanted his balls licked and sucked. Helen moved her mouth from his cock to his ball-bag and gave him what he wanted.
Grace started teasing her husband again. She said he was being optimistic about getting his cock hard again. She said maybe he'd better let Helen suck his asshole or it would never happen.
Arthur finally agreed with Grace and he turned to offer his ass to Helen. He bent forward and reached back with his hands to pull his asscheeks apart. Helen's heart sank as she gazed at his hairy asshole. She moved to lick and suck his asshole. She could smell and taste his ass on her tongue. He was much less clean than his wife.
But it worked. Having Helen's tongue in his ass made Arthur's cock hard. Now he wanted to fuck her. He pulled away from her face and told her to bend over one of the chairs.
Helen did it. She bent over one of the chairs with her ass in the air and Arthur shuffled behind her with a giggle.
Grace sat on the sofa and calmly watched them. The older woman had her skirt at her waist and one of her hands in her cunt.
Arthur rubbed his belly against Helen's ass. He played with her cunt and asshole. He spread her cuntlips apart and tickled the mouth of her fuck-channel. Then he rammed his cock inside her cunt with a grunt and started fucking her.
Grace urged him on, her fingers pulling at her clit as she watched her husband fuck the little slave the Order had offered them for the evening.
"Nice pussy, Arthur?" She wanted to know what it was like for him to fuck a younger woman. She teased him about it. Helen wasn't the first young woman they'd had in the house, but she always teased Arthur about it.
He was fucking Helen with considerable force now. Helen was surprised at his strength and agility. She expected him to come any moment but he didn't. Instead he pulled out of her cunthole without shooting off. He toyed with her asshole. Grace saw what he was doing and she told him to use some lubrication if he intended to fuck Helen's ass.
"Men are so crude," Grace said. "If you're going to fuck the girl's ass, you've got to use something."
Arthur asked his wife to get some corn oil from the kitchen. "That should make her good and slick."
Grace went to the kitchen, and returned with the can of corn oil. She poured some of it onto Helen's asshole and told her husband to control his excitement. "You'll ruin the evening if you have one of your attacks."
Arthur paid no attention to her. In a moment he grunted with pleasure as he rammed his cock up Helen's ass.
He didn't care about his wife's teasing. He concentrated on Helen's luscious ass. He pounded her asshole with his sliding cock.
Helen prayed he would finish soon. She felt him pinching her ass and she begged him to stop. All he did was laugh at her as he pounded her asshole. She could feel his nuts slapping against her cunt. And Grace was right there. The older woman fondled Helen's tits, pulled at the nipple-clips until Helen screamed with pain.
Grace was amused. She told Arthur to stop fucking a moment. Grace maneuvered herself on the chair in front of Helen's face. She wanted Helen to suck her cunt while Arthur fucked Helen's ass.
Helen did what Grace wanted. The older woman's cunt was a sopping mess. Very hairy and thick-lipped. Grace's clit looked swollen.
The juice oozing out of her cunthole was surprisingly thick and plentiful. Helen went for the juice first. She licked up the cuntjuice on the outside. Then she got her tongue inside Grace's cunthole to find some more. Finally she went after Grace's clit and took it between her lips to suck on it.
In the meantime Arthur was getting close to coming. After a few more strokes he dumped his wad in Helen's ass. She felt his jism wetting her asshole. She sucked more frantically on Grace's clit and finally brought the woman off.
At last they pulled away from Helen. She thought she'd be free of them now. But she was wrong. Arthur told her to kneel at his feet. He pushed his cock inside her mouth. She gagged as she sucked his shitty dick. Then suddenly he started pissing. Helen was horrified but she took it. She swallowed his hot piss and he was delighted with her. He giggled as he watched her drink everything down.
"She's a honey, isn't she, Grace?" He pulled his limp prick out of her mouth and wiped the tip across her nose. He giggled again and told his wife to do something more with Helen.
Grace said all right, she'd piss in Helen's mouth just like he did. She ordered Helen to come forward on her knees. She stood over Helen and pushed her cunt down on Helen's open mouth. Grace snickered as she settled in, and then the next moment she started pissing.
Helen kept her mouth wide open and the hot piss quickly filled it. She swallowed convulsively. She realized it was harder to suck a woman's piss than a man's. And Grace's piss was more pungent than Arthur's.
Grace squirmed around on Helen's face. She played with Helen, pinched her nose. She said she wanted Helen's tongue in her cunthole. Then she turned and demanded Helen's mouth on her asshole again. She pulled her asscheeks open and Helen moved in. Grace told Helen to get her tongue inside her ass and Helen did it. She pressed her mouth against Grace's asshole as she reamed it out. From the corner of her eye, Helen could see Arthur jacking his cock.
Grace wiggled and laughed and said she always loved it when they had a slave for the evening.
"Now I want to join the Order," she said. "I certainly want to join now, Arthur. You'll take care of it, won't you, darling?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
The following Saturday evening, Helen agreed to go out with Stanley. He seemed in a good mood. He urged her to drink the wine as they sat in the restaurant. He said she looked lovelier than ever.
If he only knew, she thought. He had no idea what had been happening in her life. But she felt good being with him. At least he wasn't like the others.
After a while, Stanley started talking about himself, the things he'd been doing, his plans. He said he was thinking of joining a movement. Helen wasn't paying any attention to him, but then she heard the name of the movement Stanley was about to join. The Order of the Double Cross.
A great shock went through her. "Say that again."
Stanley shrugged. "It's called the Order of the Double Cross."
Helen didn't let on she knew anything about it. She made him change the subject, but she continued to be stunned by his announcement. She wondered what would happen now. If Stanley did join the Order, would he find out about her?
They finally finished at the restaurant. The original plan had been to go to a movie, but Helen was too upset to concentrate on a movie and she suggested they go to her place instead. Stanley, of course, readily agreed. He chuckled and hinted about them finding things to do in her apartment.
In the car he began flirting with her immediately, and Helen was surprised at herself for responding to him. She became turned on as she thought of the evening ahead. Why not have some fun with Stanley? She'd been so miserable lately, she certainly deserved it. She decided not to leave him hanging the way she always did. Tonight he'd get what he wanted or at least some of it. She wouldn't give him everything. Just enough to make it fun. They hadn't had any sex in a long time and her life had changed so much.