"I know it's difficult when I sit on your face," Carol said. "Next time I'll make it easier for you."
Then Carol said Bronson had told her what had happened in the limo. Zelda felt the flush in her face. She cringed at the amusement in Carol's eyes.
"It's a horrible thing to make me do that," Zelda said.
Carol snickered. "You don't understand yet, do you?"
"Understand what?" Zelda said.
"You don't have any choice, darling. Don't you understand that? In any case, I really don't care about what you understand or don't understand. You can do far me what you did for Roger. That's only fair, isn't it?" Then she chuckled and added: "I'll try to avoid drowning you, but I won't be pleased with you if you don't get it all and it spills."
And so once again Zelda had her mouth used as a toilet. This time it was Bronson's wife. Carol positioned herself over Zelda's face and ordered Zelda to open her mouth. Helpless, Zelda closed her eyes and did so. A moment later the hot piss gushed out of Carol's piss-hole to fill Zelda's mouth to the point of overflowing. Carol stopped pissing and Zelda swallowed. Then Carol pissed again and the procedure was repeated once more.
"She's good," Carol said to Bronson. "I like the way she takes it."
Bronson had his cock in is hand. Watching Carol always turned him on. He ant pt to see it except when she did it to someone like this. What she wasn't engaged in one of he nutty tricks like this, Carol was always reserved and private.
"Let me see you shit on her," Bronson said.
Carol chuckled. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"I certainly would."
"I don't know if she'd ready for that. She's still a bit spunky. And I'm not sure I want to see it, either."
"I've seen you do it before."
"Yes, darling, but not in a long time. All right, don't be annoyed. When I think she's ready, I'll let you watch. Now let me finish this."
As the pissing finished, Carol slipped two fingers into the top of her cunt and started masturbating. She rubbed her clit vigorously with circular motion of her fingers and before she climaxed. Another spurt of piss gushed out. Zelda was caught unaware and some of it went up her nose.
"Oh God," Zelda cursed. "YOU lousy fuckers! I hate you!"
Carol laughed and slapped Zelda's face.
"You talk too much, darling. You need to be shown your place."
Zelda was forced to turn and bend over a footstool. Carol made Zelda lift her ass to make it more prominent. Then Carol showed Zelda what she had a leather-covered ping pong paddle.
"And it's not used with a ball," Carol said with a snicker.
The next moment Zelda cried out as the paddle slammed down on her ass. Before Zelda had a chance to adjust to the burning pain, Carol hit her again.
After a half-dozen strokes, Bronson took over. He grunted as he beat Zelda's ass. Carol sat on the side masturbating while she watched Zelda's suffering.
"She's pretty when she cries," Carol said.
Zelda sobbed. Her ass felt like it was on fire. After all the degradation she'd received, now she had this. She was on the point of passing out when the paddling suddenly stopped.
"Me you going to be a good girl?" Carol said.
Zelda groaned. "I'll do anything you want."
"Yes, of course you will," Carol said. Then to Bronson she said: "That turned me on. How about poking me, Roger! I think I want it now."
Zelda turned her head and watched Carol strip her clothes off. The tall brunettes elegant clothes fell away. Then she tossed away her bra and the torn pantyhose. Zelda saw that Carol was lovely. She had the body of a fashion model. Long legs and hardly any ass and small tits. Everything was sleek and streamlined and lovely to look at. Her full dark cunt-bush was a surprise. Zelda quivered as she remembered the lushness of Carol's cunt and the taste of her piss. Zelda had a front seat as the Bronson's went about pleasuring each other. Carol bent at the waist, her legs apart, her long slender body doubled over with her hands on the arms of an easy chair. Bronson, who had stripped when Carol did, moved behind her and pushed his cock inside her wet cunt.
Carol grunted. "Lovely, Roger. You're as hard as a rock."
"All for you, honey."
"Screw it around a bit. Yes, like that."
Zelda couldn't help setting turned on. She found it exciting to watch them fuck. Carol was beautiful. Her small tits hung down like a pair of ripe pears. Zelda had an urge to get under there and suck Carol's nipples.
But Bronson had his own ideas for Zelda. "Get behind me and work on my ass," he said to Zelda. "Do what you did to her."
Crawling on her hands and knees, Zelda moved behind him. She had never done anything like this before, never been so close to people fucking. She watched Bronson's ass as he fucked his wife. Then Bronson growled at her and she quickly pressed her face against his ass-crack. She pushed forward, dug her nose between his ass-cheeks until she found his asshole. Bronson grunted when he felt her tongue on his shit-hole.
Zelda licked and sucked Bronson's ass as he fucked Carol. Bronson was happy. He had something nice at both ends. His cock in Carol's tight cunt and his asshole filled with Zelda's long tongue. He had never regretted his marriage to Carol. After his first wife died he wanted someone younger. Someone with more zest. Carol was just right. She looked good in expensive clothes and she had a snappy pussy. And she knew how to enjoy herself. He was certain Carol would turn this blonde into mush. In the meantime the blonde had her tongue in his ass and the job she was doing wasn't bad.
Good job or not, Zelda was lost in Bronson's asshole. It was different than doing it to Carol. Bronson was a man and his ass tasted like a man's ass. Rough and hairy, Zelda thought. She scoured his asshole. She sucked on his puckered grommet, pulled at the hairs around his asshole with her teeth. His balls kept slapping at her chin as he fucked his wife. She had an urge to suck his balls, but she was afraid to move her mouth from his asshole. Would he mind? She hated the idea of having them hurt her again. She gave his whole a thorough reaming with her tongue, hoped it would last him awhile as she moved her mouth down to his swinging balls.
Bronson was pleased when he realized what Zelda was doing. He grunted as he felt her lips close around one of his balls.
"Hang on," he said.
And the next moment he started shooting is jism. He made a croaking sound and slammed forward. Zelda kept that one ball in her mouth as he climaxed. She felt the pull of his ball-bag. She was thrilled by it. She had a sudden fantasy of having her mouth on a stallion's balls while he fucked a mare. Maybe I'm going any, she thought.
After that Bronson moved to the sofa and stretched out to recuperate. He tried to keep his eyes open, but it didn't work. In a moment he was asleep, dead to everything around him.
Carol was in the easy chair, sitting in it now with her face flushed and her legs apart. She smiled at Zelda. "I gathered you had your tongue up his ass. Did you like it?"
Zelda groaned. She was afraid to show her anger. "I'm just doing what I'm told."
Carol laughed. "You're being sensible. Would you rather suck a man or a woman?"
"I don't know."
"Yes, you do. You liked it when you did me. I had you pegged from the start. I can always tell." She opened her legs even further, deliberately exposing her cunt to Zelda's eyes. "You're a natural," Carol said. "You like it and you have a pretty mouth for it. A pretty mouth and a pretty face. Nice tits, too. In ten years they'll be down at your belly, but they're still okay. Come over here and give me some head. Suck his jism out of my pussy."
Zelda thought the idea was disgusting, but she had no choice. She crawled towards Carol. The brunette's fucked-out cunt was wide open, her cunt-lips sagging, a froth of white cum-juice at the mouth of her cunt-hole. Holding back the urge to express her loathing, Zelda moved in to give Carol what she wanted.