Date: Wed, 4 Oct 2006 06:41:06 -0700 (PDT) From: Doug Campbell Subject: A Good Mate: Part Six Margaret prodded my cock with her riding crop disdainfully. I had been rampantly erect while sucking Stu and Mark, and licking out the two women, but the thrill of humiliation at being given the enemas so publicly had failed to offset the discomfort, and my tool now hung limp over my balls. "It won't be much of a party with that!" she sniffed, adding threateningly "If you can't perform I'll beat you till you can!" Her words and bullying tone had the effect that she most certainly intended, and my cock stirred in response, filling with blood. With an approving smile she grabbed it as she stepped close, pressing her full breasts against my chest as she went up on tip-toe to kiss me briefly as she tugged my hardening cock with swift, firm strokes. Stepping back, still grasping my cock firmly, she turned and led me from the bathroom and back into the lounge. In the brief time that I had been in the shower, the other three had been busy in the lounge. The furniture had been dragged back to clear a large space in front of the settee, where a blanket-covered mattress had been laid, and to one side, directed at the mattress, a DVD handy cam was mounted on a tripod. Mark was seated on the settee with Sophie on his lap, his long, brown cock spearing up between her thighs as she bent forward, sucking Stu's cock as he stood before her. Margaret quickly asserted her control. On her instructions Sophie was ordered to kneel towards one end of the mattress, where I was instructed to lick out her cunt and arse before mounting her, while Mark was ordered to lie on his back further up the mattress, where Margaret bent over him to give his cock several long sucks before moving up and throwing a leg across him to straddle his hips, reaching between her legs to guide Mark's big knob to her opening. She sank down on him with a satisfied moan even as I was spreading Sophie's thin but swollen cunt lips to guide my knob inside her. Fascinated by the sight of Mark's long shaft appearing then disappearing as Margaret rose and fell on him, I watched intently as I began to pump my cock in Sophie's tight cunt, bending over her to roll and tease her swollen nipples with the fingers of one hand, while the other was busy between her thighs, where I could feel my shaft sliding back and forth in her cunt as my fingers frigged her large clitoris. Slowing my thrusts as I felt fingers in the cleft of my buttocks, I realised that Mark had moved behind me. I felt him work lubricant into my hole, then first one, and then a second finger, turning and twisting them as he pumped them in and out. He withdrew his fingers, and as I wondered if he was about to mount me, I felt something cold, hard and tapered presented to my hole. There was a sudden stab of pain as my anal muscle was cruelly distended, which eased as the object slipped past the muscle and my sphincter clamped around the narrower neck of the large butt plug which Mark had thrust into me. Beneath me, Sophie was still pushing her hips back against me, and as I began thrusting into her once more I watched as Stu knelt behind his wife, using his knees to push Mark's legs apart. Stopping her vigorous riding of Mark's cock, Margaret bent forward, offering a succulent nipple to Mark's mouth as Stu parted her buttocks, working lubricant into her arse with first one, then two, and finally three fingers. Sophie too was watching intently as Stu took his fingers from Margaret's prepared hole to lubricate his cock, and then shuffle forward to present his knob to her rearmost opening. Parting the generous mounds of her buttocks with his thumbs he leant forward, and his cock slid, seemingly effortlessly, into her arse. Maintaining a slow and steady rhythm of our hips, Sophie and I continued to fuck, almost in a state of suspended arousal, as we both watched with fascination the erotic action only centimetres from our eyes. After several slow and gentle strokes of his cock into his wife's arse to open her up to him, Stu began to pump more briskly. We could see the full moons of Margaret's buttocks flatten with the impacts of Stu's hips, then rebound, as she was jolted forward to slide up Mark's cock. As Stu withdrew we could plainly see a good length of Mark's thick shaft, glistening with Margaret's juices, her cunt lips stretched around its considerable girth, with Stu's more slender shaft stretching her anus in a like manner, before she pushed her hips back just in time to meet Stu's next thrust. It may have been the excitement of fucking Margaret's tight arse, or perhaps it was the extra pressure caused by Mark's big cock, or the stimulation of it on his own member, but within minutes of settling into a regular thrusting rhythm, Stu began first breathing heavily and then gasping. Grabbing Margaret's hips he gave several more urgent thrusts then stiffened. I heard Margaret give a gasp, possibly as she felt Stu's spunk flood her bowels, then he gave two or three slow thrusts as if milking the last of his spunk from his cock, and then eased out of her. Sophie and I had a brief glimpse of Margaret's hole, stretched open and red looking, before it slowly began to close again, expelling a bead of silvery spunk. That Sophie found the sight arousing was evidenced by the urgent thrusting of her narrow hips back at me, urging me into more vigorous action. Straightening up I grabbed her hips in both hands, pulling her back onto my cock with each thrust. She began to wail, brokenly as my thrusts jolted her, and then I was holding her tighter to stop her pulling from my cock as she shrieked and shuddered in climax. Her writhing hips jerked the spunk from me, her cunt convulsing on my cock as I spurted into her. I released Sophie's hips and she slowly slid off my cock to slump on the bed, as I straightened my back. As I knelt, panting, before I could move Stu stepped over Sophie and presented his cock to my face. I looked at it, still swollen but drooping, slick with spunk and lubricant and streaked dark from being in Margaret's rectum. My distaste must have shown as he urged me to suck him. I sensed that beside me Margaret had ceased riding Mark's cock. I turned to look; she was sitting upright on him, jiggling her hips slightly, and stared back at me sternly, her fingers tightening meaningfully on the handle of the riding crop lying on the mattress between us. Reluctantly turning back to Stu, I opened my mouth and he leant forward to shove his cock between my lips. Sophie rolled over to look up and watch as Stu pushed his cock into my mouth. I tried to ignore the odour and taste as his slimy knob slid over my tongue, closing my lips around his shaft as I pushed my nose into his wiry pubic bush and began to suck him. I was aware of Margaret beginning to move on Mark once more, and of Sophie crawling out from between Stu and my legs as I swallowed the slime from Stu's cock, fighting not to gag. After that first mouthful the taste of his hot cock in my mouth began to improve and in response to the increasingly enthusiastic action of my mouth and tongue his cock slowly swelled toward full erection. Cupping his tightening balls with one hand I reached behind him, probing the cleft of his buttocks to finger his hole. Murmuring his approval, Stu's hips pumped gently, driving his now-stiff cock back and forth between my suctioning lips. Just as I thought he meant to come in my mouth he stopped the movements of his hips and disengaged his cock from my mouth's embrace. Urging me back onto hands and knees he moved behind me. His fingers fumbled in my butt cleft as he struggled to grip the base of the butt plug firmly gripped by my distended sphincter. I felt his finger slip behind the base and a brief surge of pain flared as the plug was jerked from my hole, and almost immediately I felt the hard end of the lubricant tube pushed between my buttocks and cold lubricant surged into my stretched hole. Stu's fingers spread my buttocks before I felt the blunt tip of his knob nosing at my hole. With a firm thrust he embedded a good length of his hot cock inside me, its passage eased by my hole being stretched by the butt plug. My emotions were a confused mix of arousal, excitement, and humiliation at being mounted so publicly in front of comparative strangers. Mark and Sophie watched with interest, and Margaret with apparent amused satisfaction, as Stu sank the rest of his cock into me, his balls nestling snugly in my cleft before he withdrew to begin riding me briskly. In response to the exquisite friction of his cock in my hole coupled with the steady rhythm of his thrusts, my shame began to fade as my arousal correspondingly began to grow. Almost involuntarily, I dropped my head to the mattress, reaching back with both hands to tug my buttocks apart, urging Stu to fuck me harder, deeper. I heard a snigger from Margaret at the spectacle, and murmured voices. Feeling cool, slender fingers on my slowly swelling cock I looking back between my legs to see that Sophie was fondling me before reaching back behind my balls to feel where Stu's cock was pumping in my hole. The mattress dipped beside me and I turned my head as Margaret lifted herself off Mark's big cock, which fell with a wet slap against his belly as it jerked free of her cunt. Rolling onto his knees, he crawled out of sight down toward the foot of the mattress. Following a murmured conversation behind me, Stu's thrusts slowed and then stopped, and he eased his cock from my hole. The mattress rose and then fell again behind me and a large, blunt knob of flesh butted at my hole, and I realised that Mark had changed places with Stu. Alarmed at the threatened intrusion I pushed myself up onto hands and knees to pull away, earning a stinging slash across my buttocks from Margaret's riding crop. "No you don't mister!" she snapped, "I want to see this! Get back in the position, you little slut, and open up wide!" Humiliated and fearful, I obediently lowered my head to the mattress and reached back with both hands to spread my buttocks. The massive-feeling knob nosed into my butt crack once more, seeking my hole, slipping partway in. My hole prickled with pain as it began to distend, the pressure growing as Mark pressed forward. I desperately willed myself to relax, pushing down to allow the invading flesh inside. The pressure on my hole grew; I gasped at the sudden stab of pain as I felt the big knob gain entry and slip past my protesting, overstretched muscle. He gave another shove and I gasped again as a further inch or so of his oversized cock seared into my back passage. Mark stopped pushing and I heard him asking for the lubricant. I felt a hand moving between us; he backed off a little, and I felt fingers at the junction of his massive shaft and my distended hole. The hand withdrew and he pressed forwards once more. This time his cock began to slide into me more easily, without the same level of dragging, searing pain as inch after inch slowly slipped into me. It seemed that it would never stop, the blunt knob searching ever deeper into my bowels, until I felt his flat belly press against my buttocks and I knew all of his big cock was buried within me. The pain in my hole gradually eased as my sphincter slowly adjusted to Mark's thick shaft while he joked with the others about how tight I felt, drawing a peal of laughter from Sophie, who told him that if I felt tight even after Mark had opened me up, he could think again about wanting to put his big thing in her bum. He eased his cock out of me a little way, then pushed back in again, repeating the motion, slowly increasing the depth and speed of his thrusts until in a few minutes my aching hole was burning as his big cock pounded rhythmically in and out of me. Margaret and Sophie had been watching intently, one on either side of me, as Mark had mounted and entered me, but Mark's powerful thrusts were forcing my head firmly on the mattress as I continued to hold myself open to him as Margaret had commanded. My neck twisted painfully to one side, I had lost sight of Margaret, although I was aware of activity on the mattress on the other side of me. Risking Mark's wrath, I released my buttocks, but my action neither elicited a response for him, nor did it affect his relentless sawing back and forth in my burning hole, but his hands replaced mine, gripping my buttocks firmly as his thumbs continued to spread my cheeks. Drawing my arms up under me I pushed myself up onto my elbows, at once easing the cramp in my neck, and turned to the other side to see what was happening. Beside me, Margaret was kneeling between Sophie's spread legs, her mouth clamped on one of her small breasts while one hand was buried in the fork of the younger woman's thighs. Behind Margaret knelt Stu, rummaging in Margaret's toy bag. The pain in my hole was almost forgotten as I watched in fascination as Stu first took a U-shaped double dildo from the bag, and then pulled out the fur-covered harness Margaret had used when fucking me a week or more previously. Fitting the dildo into the harness until the disc at the bottom of the U nestled in the harness, Stu spat in his palm and then spread his saliva on the end of the dildo protruded from the rear of the harness. Spreading the lips of his wife's cunt with the fingers of one hand, he eased the dildo inside her. Once it was in, he reached around her for the ends of the belts of the harness, buckling one belt around her waist and the narrower two around her thighs. As soon as Stu had tightened the harness, Margaret took her mouth from Sophie's breast, leaving the large, dark nipple swollen and wet, moving down the mattress to bury her face in Sophie's crotch as Stu watched. Sophie's body arched and jerked as her clitoris received attention from Margaret's clever tongue. Pushing herself up Margaret shuffled forward, reaching down to guide the dildo into Sophie's cunt before lowering her hips between the other woman's raised thighs. Stu noticed me watching even as I saw Sophie's legs curl around Margaret's waist. Getting up from where he had been kneeling behind Margaret, he came around and knelt in front of me. I knew what he wanted, and without waiting to be told, I pushed myself up off my elbows onto my hands and knees. Stu shuffled forwards as I opened my mouth, feeding his stiff cock between my lips as the impact of Mark's hips against my buttocks continued to jerk me back and forth, driving Stu's cock into my throat each time Mark thrust deep inside me. The pain in my abused and overstretched hole had faded a little, to be replaced by a burning sensation as Mark continued to pump his long, curving cock rhythmically in my hole, the big knob searching deep inside my bowels with each thrust. Although I did not feel aroused, the rhythmic stimulation had restored my erection, so that it swayed beneath me with each of Mark's thrusts. Suddenly his thrusts slowed; he pushed hard into me and stopped moving, his belly pressed against my buttocks. I felt his cock swelling inside me, pulsing. Never before had I felt a man so deep inside me when he climaxed, and I felt the first spurts of spunk as he discharged his load in my bowels. Stu shuffled back away from me, his cock slipping from my mouth as Mark released his grip of my buttocks and I slowly slumped forward, feeling his big cock sliding out of my bowels, feeling his knob briefly trapped in me until released by my over-stretched sphincter with an audible "plop", leaving my hole feeling cold and empty. An involuntary fart as my hole shrank added to my humiliation as I lay on the mattress. I felt absolutely bushed, and wanted nothing more than a long, hot shower and then to crawl into be, but it was not to be. Hands pulling on my hips and crossing my legs forced me over onto my back. I looked around; Stu and Sophie knelt beside me, and I looked down to see Margaret between my legs, her dildo pointing ominously at me. Mark had a grip on one of my ankles, and at Margaret's nod he grabbed the other, moving around behind me, pulling back hard on my ankles, raising my hips from the mattress. Margaret shuffled closer, the dido swaying menacingly before her. Looking down at me gloatingly, she gave a mocking and contemptuous laugh. "Right, slut!" she spat, "You've been my bitch, now you can be my woman!" She moved closer, positioning the tip of the dildo at me inflamed hole. I tried weakly to protest, but in the position Mark held me I was helpless. With the tip of her dildo lodged in my hole, Margaret braced herself with her hands behind my knees and lifted up over my hips. Looking down to watch what she was doing, she bore down on me. The thick dildo, lubricated only with the already drying juices from Sophie's cunt, seared my ravaged hole with a terrible burning pain as it slowly sank into me, drawing an agonised groan from me, tears starting from my eyes. Dropping onto her knees, Margaret withdrew the dildo several inches and then plunged back in. Lubricated with the generous load of spunk Mark had discharged in my bowels, the thrust was less painful than Margaret's first, punishing entry. Giving a grunt of satisfaction, she began to pump back and forth in my burning hole with a regular rhythm. Seeing Margaret securely mounted, Mark tucked my calves under his armpits and loomed above me. Grasping my chin in one strong hand, he pinched my nostrils closed with the other, tugged my mouth open and lowered his long but limp, slimy and evil smelling cock between my lips. I had no option but to take it in, almost gagging at the taste as I began sucking his rubbery-feeling cock. As his cock began to swell and stiffen, Mark released my chin and nose to hold his cock in my mouth, pumping his hips to fuck my mouth as Margaret serviced my aching hole. With my chin and nose freed I was able to glance sideways and see Stu mounted on Sophie, her legs up around his neck as he fucked her vigorously. As I watched he jerked his cock from her cunt, drawing a cry of complaint from her. Dropping his hips he attempted to position his cock at her arsehole, but shouting at him to stop she wriggled so violently that he was unable to gain entry. Looking over at Mark, Stu suggested that he give him a hand to teach his wife some new tricks. Sophie shouted at Mark, telling him to stay where he was, but taking his cock from my mouth and releasing my legs, he aided Margaret in tucking them under her arms to keep my hips raised before moving over to grab his wife's flailing legs, laughing at her struggles as he held them captive in each hand. With Sophie now helpless, Stu grabbed the lubricant and greased his cock before pressing the end of the tube to Sophie's anus, squeezing out a generous blob. Sophie began to wriggle her hips, wailing in protest as Stu neared. Reaching between her buttocks he pumped two fingers back and forth in her hole before guiding his tip to her virgin opening. Margaret had ceased moving, resting her hips on my buttocks with the dildo deep inside me, to gaze at the spectacle beside us. I watched in fascination, as Stu seemed to poise above Sophie's doubled-over hips, and then his long, thin cock slowly disappeared inside her. Obviously aroused by the sight of her husband taking Sophie's anal virginity, Margaret redoubled her efforts, sawing vigorously back and forth in my hole. Almost inured by now to the burning pain in my rectum, I continued to watch as Stu grunted in satisfaction and pleasure as he plundered Sophie's nether hole, ignoring her sobs of humiliation in pain. Above her, Mark was rampantly erect, and I could see beads of pre-cum beading at his tip before dribbling down his twitching shaft as he goatishly watched his friend ravage his wife's arse. I felt a sense of grim satisfaction at the thought that I wasn't the only victim that night, knowing that Sophie was sharing at least some of what I had experienced, and was still receiving that evening. With much grunting and cursing, Stu began to work his cock even faster in Sophie's bum until he thrust forward one last time and froze in position, shuddering as he pumped his spunk into Sophie's arse. He remained like that for long minutes, then slowly relaxed and rose up on his knees, easing his shrinking cock from between Sophie's buttocks. I saw Mark lean forward to mutter in Stu's ear, unheard by Sophie, and Stu shuffled around behind her to take her legs from his friend's grasp, taking his place. Guessing what was about to happen as Mark moved down the where Stu had been kneeling, Sophie cried, pleading with Mark, begging him to leave her arse alone, but he laughed as he lubricated his cock, reminding her of what she had said earlier that night about not being allowed her arse, joking that she shouldn't have given him ideas. Stu pulled back even harder on Sophie's ankles, raising her hips higher. Mark shuffled forward, guiding his knob to her hole, seating it there. Lifting up over Sophie, propping himself on his toes and stiffened arms, he seemed suspended over her on his thick column brown, slightly curved flesh for what seemed like minutes, and then, accompanied by Sophie's high, thin, wailing shriek, his massive cock slowly sank into her bowels. Knowing what she was feeling, I reached for her hand to squeeze it, and she grasped it convulsively as if to share the pain. Above me, Margaret was gasping as her climax neared, the movement of the dildo in her cunt reciprocating the increasingly erratic and painful movements of the other end in my arse. With a final cry she collapsed over me, releasing my legs and easing the pain in my back. She lay there breathing heavily until she reached behind her to unfasten the harness, lifting herself off the dildo and leaving it rammed in my hole. As she crawled away to rest leaning on the settee, I reached down and eased the dildo from my rectum with one hand, as I held Sophie's hand with the other. She had ceased crying, but was still gripping my hand firmly, squeezing it hard spasmodically. Mark's movements slowed until his cock was moving back and forth as if in slow motion. He seemed to be holding his breath, but then exhaled violently with each inward thrust, shaking, and I guessed his spunk was joining Stu's in Sophie's bowels. Easing his still-swollen cock from her rectum, Mark bent over to kiss his wife as Stu released her legs. She clung to him, sobbing gently but returning his kisses passionately. Stu rose from the mattress and bent to help Margaret to her feet, holding her arm as they both walked unsteadily towards the bathroom. Rolling onto my front I crawled across to the settee, resting back against it as I sat gingerly on the mattress. I took a glass of wine from the occasional table and drank it down in two long draughts. It was lukewarm, but tasted like nectar, and I reached for a second, near-full glass, drinking it more slowly, swilling some of the foul taste from my mouth. My arse and back ached, as did my jaws, and I felt exhausted, yet deep within me I felt a strange sense of jubilation, a thrill at my humiliation, at being abused and being treated as a plaything for men and women alike. Stu re-entered the lounge, a towel around his waist, and damp hair flat on his head. He handed me a glass chinking with ice, before moving to switch off the camera. I took a long sip at the glass and swallowed, then almost choked at the alcohol burn. It was dark rum, strong, with only a little Coke. The alcohol scorched a path down my gullet to settle as a warm glow in my belly, energising me. Stu grinned down at me. "I thought you might need a reviver!" he chuckled. He looked at Mark and Sophie, now lying side by side on the mattress, talking softly, and reached a hand down to me. "Come on," he urged, "Get into the shower while these two lovebirds are still playing with each other!" Taking a further long pull of rum, I reached for his hand, letting him pull me to my feet, standing unsteadily at first. My knees felt as though they were made of rubber, my legs shaky, but after a few steps I felt stronger. My arse still ached, and I was aware of it with each step I took. The bathroom was empty, though full of steam. Remarking that Margaret was probably in the bedroom, Stu turned the shower on and left me to look for his wife. The hot water eased my aches and sluiced away the sweat and grime coating my body. As I soaped myself all over, I felt between my buttocks. My hole felt pulpy, swollen and tender, and open, more so than I had ever felt it before. Hardly surprisingly, I mused, as I considered the evening's activities.