Chapter 10

Day 59 Sunday

Denise woke to hear Dale say, "Get down on the floor."

"No," Denise answered in a sleepy voice. She rolled over trying to return to sleep, but the noises that Susan and Dale were making drove off all chance of sleep. Susan's screams of pleasure drove Denise to look over and see what was happening. Dale was positioned between Susan's legs having oral sex with her. Denise released her frustration in one long scream.

The scream appeared to have no effect on Susan or Dale. Dale continued his attentions to Susan's clit and Susan continued to enjoy his attentions. Denise stormed from the basement wanting to get away from them.

The past twelve days had been miserable. Five times a day, Dale would ask her to get on the floor and when she refused then the two of them would have sex in front of her. There was no other interaction with them except each evening when Dale took a picture of her. She ate her meals alone in the basement. No one said goodbye when she went to work and no one greeted her when she returned.

Going to work was not the refuge that she had hoped it would be. Her irritability drove everyone at work away. Her coworkers did their best to avoid being around her. Her fingers were fat and slow. It was an effort to get the words from her brain into the computer. For the first time in two years, an entire chapter had been rejected by the proof reader. It only made her less pleasant to be around and people avoided her even more.

Denise had discovered a horrible truth — being ignored was far worse than being alone. She had read about shunning as a form of punishment, but had never understood what was so horrible about it. Now she knew. Alone you could keep up the pretense that your existence mattered somehow, but when people ignored you they were denying your existence.

Looking at the clock, Denise saw that it was only six in the morning. She groaned and decided that she would have something to eat. Out of habit, she made a pot of Farina. Deciding that Susan and Dale could fend for themselves, she only made a single serving. When it was finished cooking, she poured it into a bowl and took it outside by the patio to eat. The morning air was cool and her nipples hardened in response. The seat was cold on her bare skin. Moving like a robot, she shoveled one spoonful after another of the hot cereal into her mouth.

She finished eating and sat in the chair staring at the calm surface of the pool. There wasn't the slightest hint of a breeze and the water was perfectly still. Looking at the water helped calm her thoughts. It took a half an hour for her to relax and sit back in her chair.

She considered her situation. It was obvious that Dale felt that she had to do this thing. Susan had to believe it as well or else she would not have supported him. She took a deep breath and said, "You win Dale. I'll do it."

She stared some more at the water and then added, "But you're going to know that I don't want to do it."

Dense returned to the house carrying her empty bowl and spoon to the kitchen. Someone had washed the pot she had used to make her breakfast. She glanced over at the clock and realized that she had been sitting by the pool for over two hours. She washed her dishes and then went to look for Dale and Susan to let them know her decision. Much to her surprise, she discovered that they were not in the house.

With nothing better to do, she returned to her bed in the basement to catch up on her sleep. The early morning and late night visits had eaten into her sleep time. This was her chance to recover. She fell asleep almost immediately.

Denise woke when Dale said, "Get down on the floor."

She slowly rose from bed and wiped the sleep from her eyes. She stared blankly at him for several seconds. She stretched and rolled her head. Finally, she said, "Okay."

Ignoring her answer, he turned to Susan and said, "I'd like a blowjob."

"With pleasure," Susan replied getting to her knees.

"Did you hear me? I said I would do it," Denise said.

"Sorry. You took too long to answer," Dale said. He leaned his head back when Susan slipped his cock into her mouth.

Denise stared at Dale in shock. She had just agreed to what he had wanted and he had rejected her acquiescence because she was too slow. She felt that the situation was getting even more absurd by the minute. She stared at Susan who was giving Dale a very noisy blowjob. The slurping sounds drove into her brain like nails. Confused, she said, "I said I would do it."

Susan eased off of Dale's cock and said, "Oh, I want you to come all over my tits. Would you like that?"

"Yeah," Dale said in a long drawn out moan.

Susan jacked his cock and said, "Come on all over my tits. Cover them with your come."

"Oh, yes," Dale groaned. He pumped his hips as his ejaculate sprayed forth. Susan aimed his cock at her chest.

"That's it. Cover me just like that," Susan purred.

Denise stared at the couple trying to figure out what was happening. There was no way that Susan should have been experiencing so much pleasure from having a guy spray all over her chest like that. She wondered if she was having a nightmare.

"That was great," Dale said.

Rubbing his come over her chest, Susan said, "I wanted that."

"What is going on?" Denise asked.

Without saying a word, Dale and Susan both left the basement. She stared at the stairs and said, "I said that I would do it."

There was no answer. Frustrated, she said, "Come on. Talk to me. Say something."

Although Dale wasn't there, the words that he had uttered echoed in her mind. "Sorry. You took too long to answer."

She thought back to the discussion of that horrible evening when the shunning had begun. He had complained that she always delayed that little bit in protest. She realized that he wasn't going to accept that any longer. She was going to have to answer immediately or else suffer the consequences. She sighed and said, "I'll be on the floor next time you come looking for me."

Three hours later, Denise was lying on the floor of the living room waiting for Dale to make his demand. She felt that another hour of being ignored and she would go crazy. When Dale and Susan came in the room, she didn't even wait for Dale to say anything. She said, "Come on Susan. We both know what he wants."

A weak smile flashed across Susan's face as she moved into position. Denise looked up at the cunt hovering above her eyes and thought, 'This is so sick.'

Dale's words interrupted her thoughts, "Suck on my cock and then guide me into her."

"Yes, Dale," Denise answered as she reached for his cock. She slipped it into her mouth. His balls rested on her forehead. She couldn't help but think, 'This is just too perverted.'

When his cock had hardened in her mouth, she reached up spread Susan's lips with one hand and guided his cock into it with the other hand. She watched as his cock slid in and out of Susan. She had to admit that it was kind of strange how Susan's cunt seemed reluctant to give up his cock when he withdrew for the next thrust into her. She thought, 'It's like she's telling him that it isn't time to leave yet.'

She watched his balls swing in time with his cock strokes. She watched his cock piston in and out of Susan. She watched Susan's cunt grasping at the cock. Lying underneath the two of them she wasn't sure what she thought of it all. She was surprised when his balls tightened up against his body and his thrusts became jagged. It took her a second to realize that he was coming. It seemed to go on forever. That shouldn't have surprised her considering how many times he had come in her mouth, but it did.

Dale withdrew from Susan. His cock dropped out and bounced off Denise's nose. He said, "Suck it out of her."

"Yes, Dale," Denise answered. She summoned up every bit of will that she had and put her mouth to Susan's cunt. She extended her tongue and licked. Susan bucked and a gob of come slid out of her. Denise caught it before it dropped off. The taste was different than when Dale came in her mouth. She swallowed it with great difficulty.

After several more little gobs of cum had dribbled out, Dale said, "You two probably should have a long talk. Why don't you get dressed and go out and have a banana split."

Surprised, Denise said, "Okay, Dale."

"I'll leave you two alone now," Dale said. He rose from the floor and left the room.

Susan climbed off of Denise and looked at her with a worried expression. She was expecting the tears to start flowing any second. Biting her lower lip, she asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Denise answered while sitting up. She looked across the room and then added, "It was every bit as bad as I thought it would be and nowhere near as bad as I thought it would be. I can't explain it."

"He's going to want to do that again today," Susan said.

"I know," Denise replied wondering how she felt about that. She suspected that she'd be doing it for most of the week. She sighed and said, "I don't know how I feel about that."

"The first time I was in your position, it hit me as hard as when you first had anal sex," Susan said. She was silent for a moment and then added, "I was doing okay until it came time to eat the come from Donna. I really lost it about that time."

"Oh," Denise said. She could understand that. Putting her mouth on Susan's cunt had been extremely tough to do. She looked over at Susan and asked, "How are you doing?"

"I don't know. I was too worried about you to even consider what I was feeling," Susan answered.

"What now?" Denise asked. It felt kind of strange talking to Susan after having had done that with her. She wondered if that constituted having sex with Susan and decided that it did.

"How about we go get some banana splits?" Susan asked with a smile.

Denise frowned. The last time that the two of them had gone out for ice cream together they had just come off one of their diet plans. Each of the women had polished off three large Hot Fudge Sundaes. It had been one of their uglier binges. She said, "I'm not so sure that's a good idea."

"Don't worry about it," Susan said.

"Do you remember the last time that we went out for ice cream together?"

"Of course I do, but don't worry about it," Susan said.

Surprising herself, Denise found that she couldn't finish the banana split. More than half of it was left in the dish and she felt full. Rather than feeling guilty for having eaten too much, she felt guilty for leaving food uneaten. Looking up from the bowl, she asked, "What happened? Why can't I eat it all?"

"Your body isn't starved," Susan answered.

"Strange," Denise said.

"That's how it is for most people," Susan said with a wry smile. She said, "They eat to fill their stomach and not the emotional emptiness."

"I've heard that little bit of pop psychology before," Denise said, but she didn't believe it.

Susan laughed and said, "Isn't that the truth?"

"Yes, it is," Denise said. They had that conversation may times in the past.

Susan looked across the table at her friend and asked, "So how do you feel about what we did?"

"I don't know. I feel a little strange," Denise answered. She looked at Susan thinking that just an hour or so ago, she had her mouth on Susan's cunt.

"I know what you mean. It doesn't have to change anything between us," Susan said.

"I don't think that is possible. It has changed," Denise said with a slight frown.

"For the better?" Susan asked.

"I don't know," Denise answered thinking after thinking about it.

Susan was silent for a moment and then said, "You know that he's going to want us to do again. Not just one time, but lots of times."

"I know," Denise said with a frown.

Susan said, "I hope it doesn't strain our friendship."

"Same here," Denise said.

Susan knew that Denise was not a good lover. In fact, she was very lousy in bed. She hadn't moved beyond it being about her. It was long trip to go. She had the intermediate step of thinking it was only about the other person to pass through before reaching the point where she'd be a great lover and knowing that it was about the both of them. She said, "Maybe it will make us closer."

"Yeah," Denise said thinking that it was likely to have just the opposite effect.

"We've been through a lot together," Susan said.

"That's true," Denise said.

Susan touched Denise's hand and said, "We'll get through this together."

"Yes," Denise said thinking that it was just possible that they'd get through it together.

Susan looked at the melting ice cream and said, "We'd better head back to the house."

"I'm sorry about wasting all this food," Denise said looking down at the remains of her banana split. It seemed like such a waste.

"I'm sorry that you didn't get to go golfing last weekend," Susan said.

Denise said, "It really hurt being ignored like that."

"I know. It hurt me as much as it hurt you," Susan said. It had been painful having to turn her back on her friend when she was so obviously hurting. She had been surprised that Denise had held out so long.

"You had a lot of support from Dale," Denise said.

"So did you," Susan said. Seeing the look of disbelief on Denise's face, she added, "He really did watch over you. I know that you kept up with the exercise program."

"No one was there to see that," Denise said surprised that Susan had known.

"Dale knew. He could tell by how your body was continuing its development," Susan said.

"Oh," Denise said.

Susan said, "He really does watch over us. We really should be going back to the house."

"Why?" Denise asked. As far as she knew, there were no plans in the works that required them to be anywhere.

"Dale is out doing the yard work today. It is about time that we give the house a good top to bottom cleaning. We haven't given the house a good cleaning in ages," Susan said. Looking at her friend, she shrugged her shoulders and said, "We live there too."

"I guess so," Denise said thinking that it was just such a normal thing to do.

The remainder of the afternoon was spent vacuuming carpets, mopping floors, washing windows, dusting, and generally taking care of the house. Denise found that the work took her mind off of her other problems. There was something soothing about the repetitive actions of vacuuming the carpet.

Dale had finished clearing out leaves around the flowers in the flowerbeds that surrounded the pool area. It had been hot work, but nothing too strenuous. Still, it felt good to come into a cool house and relax a little. He stood at the entrance to the living room watching Susan and Denise clean the room. Susan had turned into a very hot looking sexy woman. Just watching her move around gave him an erection. Denise on the other hand still moved like an ox and acted like a fat woman. It was only when she was relaxed like this that she looked halfway decent.

He sighed and said, "The house is really looking great."

Denise looked over at him and moved to the center of the room. She got down on the floor and said, "You know what he wants Susan."

Susan looked over at Denise and said, "He was just making conversation."

"Oh," Denise said. Her face turned red from embarrassment.

Dale chuckled and said, "It is not a bad idea, but I'd like to take a shower first. I'm rather sweaty from working outside."

"Okay," Denise said feeling a little ridiculous lying on the floor. She got up and said, "I'm sorry."

Susan looked over at Denise and shook her head. She said, "Let's finish up the living room. Maybe next weekend we can start on the basement."

Denise asked, "What about his study and bedroom?"

"He takes care of them," Susan answered. In many ways, Dale was a very private person. Despite living with them, he had areas of the house that were off limits to everyone else. Susan had no idea what he did in those private parts of the house.

"Oh," Denise said. She returned to vacuuming the carpet. It was very thick and felt good under her bare feet. Thinking about the kinds of activities that occurred throughout the house, she turned to Susan and said, "The carpet probably needs to be steam cleaned one of these days."

"He replaces the carpet every year," Susan said. It kind of sounded ridiculous to say it. She shrugged and said, "He is kind of rich."

"You don't think it is kind of extreme to change your carpets every year?" Denise asked.

"I don't know. I've never known anyone as rich as him, so I don't know what is normal for people that wealthy," Susan said shrugging her shoulders.

"I just never heard of anything like that," Denise said. It really didn't matter to her. She was thankful for the temporary reprieve from having sex.

The reprieve was only temporary. Now that the suggestion had been made, Dale had showered thinking of the action that was about to come. He walked into the living room fully ready for action. Looking at Denise, he said, "I'm ready now."

Denise stopped what she was doing and got onto the floor. Despite having been caught by surprise, Susan moved into position without being asked. They both knew what Dale wanted. Susan knew that Denise was not going to risk being shunned.

Dale looked down at Susan and said, "You are not ready for me."

"I know," Susan said slipping a hand between her legs with the intent of working up a little excitement in that region of her body. She hadn't been expecting him to return so quickly.

"Help her, Denise."

Denise asked, "How?"

"Lick her," Dale said as if the answer was obvious. It was clear to him that she hadn't even thought of it.

After being shunned for almost two weeks, Denise didn't need to be asked twice. She stuck her tongue out and licked without any clue as to what she was doing. Susan was shocked that Denise had done it without complaint. The next thing she knew, Dale had entered her.

Denise watched the action that was taking place a few inches from her face. She sighed wondering how she had reached this state of affairs. She looked up at Susan's cunt barely able to believe that she had licked it. It dawned on her that not only was she a sodomite, but she had just become a lesbian. Unable to deal with the idea, her mind switched off.

Barely aware of what was going on above her, Denise thought about all the things that had to be done that afternoon. She had to finish vacuuming the floor. The basement could use a little straightening up. There was dinner to prepare, exercises to perform, and pictures to take. It was going to be a busy evening.

Before she knew it, Dale had come. She returned to the moment when Dale said, "Suck out my come."

Denise went to work without thinking about what she was doing. She had been told what to do and she was doing it. Her body functioned on autopilot while her mind returned to the list of things that she had to do. When she had finished considering the household chores, she thought about the upcoming workweek. She licked and sucked the come out of Susan until Dale said, "That's enough."

"Okay," Denise said stopping what she was doing. She waited for Susan to get off of her and then rose up from the floor. She said, "Let's finish cleaning this room."

Susan frowned and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Sure," Denise said. She turned on the vacuum cleaner and went to work.

Susan looked over at Dale with a questioning expression on her face. Dale gave her a little smile and left the room. The scene in the living room was repeated twice more that day; once after dinner and once before going to bed. Denise's mind was in another world during both occasions.

It was one in the morning when Denise woke up realizing what she had done that day. The full weight of her actions crashed down on her. Not once, but four times that day, she had put her mouth to the sex of another woman. She had thought she had come to grips with it after the first time, but she hadn't really. She had talked a good story. She had even believed it herself, but she had been lying.

She rose from bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed staring off into the darkness of the basement, she said, "I can't believe that I did that."

Feeling lost and alone, she wondered who she could turn to for comfort. She didn't really feel that she could turn to Susan since that was the woman with whom she had sex. She stared off into the darkness realizing that there was no one who would understand. She sagged down feeling depressed.

She jumped when the door to the basement opened. Looking up, she was surprised to find that Dale was standing in the doorway looking down into the basement. Wondering if he was there to get a quick blowjob or fuck, she asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I figured that you would be having a hard time sleeping," Dale answered.

"Oh," Denise said.

Dale walked down the stairs and turned on a light in the basement. He went over to the bed and sat down next to her. He asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Yes," Denise answered.

"Okay," Dale said.

Looking over at him with a frown, she said, "Not with you."

Dale chuckled and made a great display of looking around the room. He asked, "Who else is there?"

"No one," Denise answered knowing that it was the truth.

Deciding to make it a little easier for her, Dale said, "You're confused about your actions today."

"You can say that again," Denise said with a snort.

"You've had a rough couple of weeks. The pressure to give into my demands was pretty high and you succumbed. You did it because loneliness was a worse option than sucking my come out of Susan," Dale said.

"I shouldn't have given in," Denise said with a sigh.

Dale smiled and said, "I was pretty impressed with how long you managed to resist."

"I impressed you," Denise asked looking over at him incredulously. She felt like dirt and he was impressed.

"Yes, you did. I'm not going to say that the resistance that you demonstrated was in your best interest, but you did resist for a long time. It is a shame that you don't have that kind of will in other areas of your life," Dale said. He was half tempted to laugh at the shocked expression on her face. He had surprised her with his answer.

"Who says that I don't have much will power?" Denise asked feeling defensive now that she had gotten past the compliment.

Shaking his head, Dale asked, "Why do you exercise and eat balanced meals?"

"You demand that I do those things," Denise said thinking that she had been giving into his demands almost constantly.

"You rely upon my will to direct you to do the things you know need to be done."

"I guess," Denise answered.

Dale said, "You could have started an exercise regimen yourself, but you didn't. You could have adopted wise eating habits, but you didn't."

Denise nodded her head and said, "You're right."

Dale took a long breath and let it out again. He said, "I need you to be honest with me and yourself for a change."

"Okay," Denise replied.

"Was the sex with Susan that bad?"

It was a good question and, to be honest, Denise didn't know. The first time she had been so desperate for human contact that she wasn't aware of what she was doing. The other times, her mind had been a thousand miles away. She couldn't have told him exactly what she had done with Susan. She knew the essential points, but not the details. She answered, "I don't know."

"I think you do know," Dale replied.

"Why do you say that?"

"If it had been that bad, you'd have known it was that bad," Dale answered with a small smile.

"You might be right."

Dale nodded his head and said, "Next time, pay attention to what you are doing. Assess it honestly. You might discover that what I'm asking you to do isn't that horrible."

"What if it is that horrible?" Denise asked not realizing that by asking the question that she was admitting that it wasn't as bad as she was making it out to be.

Dale shrugged his shoulders and answered, "Then I'll stop asking you to do it."

Denise's anger flared and she said, "You haven't stopped sodomizing me."

Dale shook his head somewhat disappointed in how she talked about anal sex. He said, "That's true. I haven't stopped because you haven't made the discovery of whether it is that horrible or not yet. You are reacting to your beliefs about the act rather than the act itself."

"That's the same thing," Denise said.

Dale shook his head and replied, "No they're not. It isn't the anal sex that you find objectionable, it is idea of engaging in it that bothers you. You don't say that it hurts; you say it makes you a sodomite. What does that mean? It means that you see yourself as something dirty for having done it. You haven't yet stepped back and asked yourself how it felt."

"I'll have to think about that," Denise said. His comment seemed to twist the situation around making her the person with the problem when he was the pervert who enjoyed sick acts.

"There's one other thing for you to think about over the next few days," Dale said.

"What?"

He looked at her and said, "You've had one orgasm your entire time here and that was from the whirlpool. Why only one? Why not others when you've masturbated? Why not others when I've had sex with you?"

"Because I don't enjoy having sex in front of you or with you," Denise answered.

Dale laughed at the look she gave him and said, "I knew you were going to say that, but I think there is another reason. You feel that you don't deserve to enjoy sex."

"What?" she asked stunned by the suggestion.

Dale nodded his head and said, "I think you do deserve to get some pleasure out of it. Soon you will."

Denise watched Dale leave the basement thinking it was odd that he had actually helped her feel better about what she had done. She wasn't convinced by his words, but a small seed of change was beginning to germinate.