Edith was amused at Myrna's accomplished sucking. "She's good, Henry. Once she puts her mind to it, she's quite good. What a good little slut she is."
Then for no reason at all she suddenly slammed her fist into the side of Myrna's head. Myrna was caught by surprise and she fell back with a cry of pain. Edith cackled with glee and kicked at Myrna's face with her foot. Myrna managed to dodge the blow. Now she was frightened. The woman had a crazy look in her eyes. Myrna was terrified now completely terrified.
Edith kept her skirt at her hips. She slid forward on the sofa. She pulled her knees up to reveal the lower part of her crotch and calmly told Myrna to lick her asshole.
Myrna shuddered and slid forward to do the woman's bidding. She nuzzled in, pushing her nose at Edith's sopping cunthole as she started licking her grommet. Edith made a sound of pleasure as she felt Myrna's tongue. She stroked Myrna's head, ran her fingers around Myrna's ear. Myrna kept her tongue moving. Up and down, then around in circles, the tip of her tongue tickling the center of Edith's asshole.
After a while Edith tired of it and pushed Myrna's face away. Myrna looked at Henry and saw that he already had his cock out. He was waiting for her. And smiling. For the first time she saw how cruel his smile was. She crawled to him without waiting for the order. She moved between his spread knees to get his cock in her mouth. Reverend Albert sighed with contentment as she began rolling her tongue over his bloated cockhead.
Myrna sucked on his spongy cock-knob. He had a big prick for a little man, a big hot fuckstick that surprised her by its hardness. Now he held her head with both hands and directed her movements. She could tell he was no novice at this. She could tell he'd been sucked a thousand times in just this way. She wondered about these people. She wondered who they really were and what they would do to her. In a moment Henry pushed her back and rose up on his feet. He wanted her mouth on his cock again. He wagged it at her, then smiled as she covered his knob with her lips again. Now he began fucking her face, holding her head again with his hands while he rocked on his toes to fuck his cock in and out of her open mouth.
"She has a wicked mouth," Henry said with a groan.
Edith chuckled. "We'll teach her how to use it, won't we, darling?"
Henry never answered her. The next moment he grunted as his cock exploded in Myrna's mouth. She held still and took it. He pumped in her mouth, shooting his spunk on her tongue, his hot jism spurting on her tongue and then rolling down her gullet.
Myrna swallowed his load. She closed her eyes and swallowed the wad of cock-slime he'd given her. She quivered with revulsion as it went down. She always hated it. She hated the spunk and the cuntjuice and all the other disgusting things they put in her mouth.
Henry finally pulled his cock out of Myrna's mouth and started questioning her. He wanted to know if she liked men. He said too many women who came to them liked sex with women. He said the world could tolerate only so much of that.
"We have to think of the importance of the family," he said. Then he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and shorts. His pants at his ankles, he turned around to present Myrna with his scrawny ass. He leaned forward, pulling his asscheeks open with his hands and told her to clean his asshole.
Myrna shuddered and moved forward. She pressed her face against the reverend's ass and started licking his asscrack. Henry talked to her while she did it. He said they would teach her to behave. He said they'd been quite successful at it and he was sure she would make a good pupil. He wiggled his ass against her face, then grunted with approval when Myrna nibbled with her teeth at his asshole.
"Yes, that's good," he said. "Always do a bit more, my dear. The true slave always does a bit more than she's asked to do."
When he told her to bend over one of the chairs so that he could fuck her, Myrna thought he was kidding. But when Henry turned around, she saw that his cock was indeed ready for fucking. Sucking his ass had evidently given him another hard-on. She was surprised because he wasn't that young any more.
Myrna rose up and went to one of the chairs. She bent over it with her ass in the air. In a moment Henry was behind her with his, hands on her hips. He kept muttering about obedience and sin and how important it was for a woman to behave herself, and all time he spoke his hands fondled her ass and played with her cunt. Edith sat there watching it all, sipping some sherry now, her cunt still exposed and her fingers teasing her cuntlips.
Henry pushed his belly against Myrna's ass. She found herself wondering about them, what they were like when they were alone. Did he fuck her this way? She suspected that somehow called the shots in their marriage. Edith might bend over to get fucked, but she still called the shots. You could never tell about people just looking at them. You had to be in the bedroom and watch them.
Now Henry pried her cuntlips apart and tickled the mouth of her cunthole. In a moment she felt his cock pushing inside her cunt. He started fucking her with an easy rhythm, talking all the time while his cock slid in and out of her pussy. He rubbed her asshole with his thumb, then shoved his thumb inside and screwed it around. Myrna groaned as she felt the double penetration. God, how she hated them! It was awful to have other people have such control over her body. She told herself she would have to escape somehow. She had no idea how she would do it, but she told herself she would have to find a way.
Henry started slamming her now. He grunted each time his belly slapped against her ass. His thumb continued reaming out her asshole, stretching her grommet, almost tearing at it. She knew what was coming. She whimpered as he suddenly pulled his dick out of her cunt and pressed his knob against her asshole. No lubrication. The bastard was going in without using anything. She moaned as he pushed forward. Henry giggled as he rammed his prick home inside her shit-tube.
"Lovely," he said. "Now roll your hips, my dear. You want to pull a bit on the cock as it goes in and out." He rubbed the stretched ring of her asshole with his finger. "My yes, now the brown comes out. A sign of passion, isn't it?"
He ordered Myrna to hold his balls while he fucked her ass. She reached back with her hand and did it, quivering with embarrassment as he talked about the shit on his cock. His belly kept slapping against her butt as he talked. She felt no pain, only the pressure of his cock in her bowels and a tingling warmth. She was shocked because he hadn't used any lubrication and yet she felt no pain. They're ruining me? she thought. They're completely ruining me!
Then Henry's hands gripped Myrna's hips with more strength. Myrna heard Edith teasing him about how much he liked having shit on his cock. Henry paid no attention to her. He kept ramming Myrna's ass until the end. He shot off with a great heave of his rump, buried his cock to the hilt inside Myrna's shit-tube as he dumped his load.
Myrna quivered and came. She couldn't believe it, but she could certainly feel the orgasm. The bastards! she thought. The rotten fucking bastards!
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was a week before Myrna actually met the Albert children. They'd been away during her first week with the Alberts, but as won as they returned she was introduced to them. Kim Albert was in her early twenties, an athletic looking blonde girl with a nice smile. Her brother Brian was a few years older, good looking and obviously spoiled. Myrna found herself alone with the two of them in the living room one afternoon. They seemed kind to her at first. They offered her a drink, and after Brian made it for her Myrna sat sipping her drink and wondering what new horrors she'd have to face.