Date: Mon, 13 Feb 2006 08:14:46 -0800 (PST)
From: Doug Campbell <novaguy2u@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Good Mate, Part Two - Sandwiched

Taking the towel that Stu passed me, I wiped the perspiration from my face
before standing to stretch my legs, using the towel to clean the slick of
spunk and lube from my cock and balls. I watched as Stu straightened the
towels on the floor and then took two cushions and positioned them in front
of the settee. He indicated to me to kneel on the cushions and I did so,
resting my forearms on the settee. I sensed, rather than felt, Stu kneel
behind me, and I tensed involuntarily as I felt him grasp my butt cheeks
with both hands, feeling a rush of cool air down the sweaty crease of my
buttocks as he tugged them apart. However rather than the assault on my
hole by the searching cock-head that I anticipated, I felt instead Stu's
hot breath as he pressed his lightly stubbled cheeks into my crease. The
hot, slippery tip of his tongue circled my puckered hole before it probed,
seeking an opening. It had been months since my hole had last been tongued,
a sensation I love, and I abandoned myself to a wave of growing pleasure as
Stu's tongue slowly wormed deeper in my hole. Despite having already cum
twice in the last thirty or forty minutes, I felt my dangling cock stir,
swelling and slowly stiffening. Reaching between my legs, Stu fondled my
growing cock as he continued to thrust his tongue in and out of my hole
like a tiny cock.

Disappointment, tinged with apprehension, washed over me as Stu took his
tongue from my hole, releasing my cock as he lifted his face from my hot,
wet crease. The tip of a lube-slick finger probed, then entered my hole,
sliding in and out easily, before it was withdrawn, to be joined by a
second fingertip, stretching me before slowly working inside. I felt a
sense of fullness, and being stretched, but no discomfort, as Stu worked
both fingers deep inside me, twisting and turning them as he pumped them in
and out. However, when he partially withdrew his fingers and began to
insert a third finger I began to find it painful. I held my breath as he
gradually worked all three fingers into me; beginning to breath again as I
adjusted to the pain of having my hole stretched more than it had been for
many months. Bending over me periodically, reaching under me to massage my
cock back to hardness distracted me from the pumping, twisting fingers
distending my tender anal muscle, Stu's steady manipulation of cock and
arse slowly created a growing feeling of pleasure in me.

I felt a momentary sense of emptiness as Stu released my cock and pulled
his fingers from my hole to grip my butt cheeks in both hands, tugging them
apart. The blunt head of his cock nosed into my butt crack, sliding up my
crease until it lodged at the entrance of my hole. Stu shifted a thumb to
hold his knob in place and pressed forward. His knob felt huge and hard,
and my sphincter prickled with pain as his tip endeavoured to gain
entry. Pushing down, willing myself to relax, I tried to open up for
his. The prickling in my arse grew until suddenly, with a splitting
sensation, his knob slipped past the tight ring of my muscle and lodged
within me. Without allowing my muscle the opportunity of expanding to
accommodate him, Stu worked his cock deep into me with a series of short
and sharp thrusts. No sooner had I felt his belly press hard against my
buttocks than he withdrew partway and thrust rudely back into me, rapidly
building into a steady, pounding rhythm.

The suddenness of his assault shocked me, causing pain to streak through me
as my hole was stretched brutally by his pumping cock. As slim as it was,
it felt like a fence post rasping in and out. The pain faded, to be
replaced by a stinging sensation as my hole gradually distended under the
vigour of his thrusting. The burning friction in my ravaged hole continued
to fade, slowly being replaced by pleasurable warmth initially emanating
from somewhere between my hole and my tight balls and quickly spreading
throughout my body.  I began gasping with pleasure and excitement, pushing
back to meet Stu's thrusts.

Dropping my shoulders onto the settee I reached back with both hands to
spread my buttocks wider, urging Stu deeper. I was shocked as a high peal
of laughter rang out, and mocking feminine tones announced, "So Mister Big
Cock Campbell likes to take cock as well as give it!" Snatching my hands
from my buttocks I pushed myself up to see Stu's wife Margaret looking down
at me from beyond the settee, her mouth curved in a wide and mocking
smile. Stu didn't miss a beat, grasping my hips to hold me still as he
continued to pound my arse, while his wife continued scornfully "Don't
think I didn't notice you eyeing my tits and bum when we lived in the Bay!
I told Stu that you'd fuck me if you could, but I was sure you swung both
ways, and now you're Stuey's bitch! Just loving his cock, aren't you?"

Waves of humiliation and embarrassment washed over me as I knelt, frozen in
horror, my body still shaking with the solid impacts of Stu's hips, and my
rigid cock, which moments before had been slapping against my belly, began
to droop. I felt horribly exposed, with Stu's cock boring in and out of my
man-hole beneath the eyes of the haughty Margaret, who I had long lusted
after. But I was in for further surprises. Margaret moved around the
settee, and as the rest of her body came into view I was astonished to see
she was naked. Her magnificent swinging breasts were glowing pink with
excitement, and her large nipples stood out prominently. Looking
disdainfully at my sagging cock as she came around to stand beside us, she
reached out with a foot to kick it lightly. "You'd better not lose that,
mister!" she warned, "If I don't get plenty of that, and more than you gave
Stuey, I'll have to do you with my strap-on! And that's bigger than Stuey's
little diddle!" she added threateningly. Throwing a leg over me she dropped
to the settee in front of me. "Back up the bus!" she ordered, and as Stu
and I shuffled backwards in unison she scooted her hips to the edge of the
settee, lying back and spreading her legs. Her cunt was inches in front of
my face. Shaved, with a shaped tuft of hair above them, her swollen lips
gaped, glistening with juice, and I knew that she must have been playing
with herself as she watched Stu and me. I caught a whiff of her rich and
tangy juices before she grabbed my ears, pulling me forward to mash my face
into her cunt. "Come to Mama!" she demanded, "Lick me out!"

With my face jerking back and forth in Margaret's crotch as Stu pummelled
my arse, I opened my mouth wide to envelop her swollen cunt lips, my tongue
pushing between them to probe for and find her swollen clit. "That's it
baby, that's it!" she groaned as my tongue found her clit, "Eat me out!"
and with a hand on the back of my head, pulling me yet closer, she ground
her cunt up into my face. With my nose buried in Margaret's soft belly and
my mouth pressed firmly into her crotch, I was forced to snatch my breath
from one corner of my mouth with each of Stu's withdrawals. Reaching up
with both hands, groping blindly for Margaret's nipples, my fingers found
and grasped them, finding them swollen and hard. I began to roll and tug
them, drawing from her a groan of pleasure. Undulating her hips steadily,
Margaret's breathing became ragged and punctuated with gasps and moans.

Had it not been for my continual need to fight to breathe, I believe I
would have been overcome with sensation. Margaret's writhing hips mashed
her cunt rhythmically against my open mouth as my tongue strained to keep
in contact with her swollen clit. Her juices were running freely, filling
my mouth each time I gasped for air. The burning in my arse had faded to a
sensation of heat which emanated through me, and beneath me I could feel my
cock, once-again erect, slap against my belly with each thrust of Stu's
cock into me. Margaret's moans came faster, growing shriller. Stu's thrusts
slowed and he too gave gasping groans. He pushed hard into me, grinding his
belly around against my buttocks until he froze, pressing hard against me
and giving a broken moan. His cock seemed to swell in me, and then I felt a
wash of warmth deep inside me. Margaret gave a shriek, her thighs clamping
around my head and her hips jerking in spasms against me as she too came.

With Stu pressed hard into me, forcing my head and face into Margaret's
belly as her thighs clamped around my ears, I began to feel that I might
suffocate before she finally relaxed, her thighs falling apart as she
slumped back into the settee while I gasped for breath. Her juices covered
my face, and I could feel them running down my cheeks and chin. Stu
released my hips, which he had been grasping firmly to hold us locked
together as he came. As he straightened, easing away from me. I felt cool
air wash over my buttocks, chilling the slick of perspiration and lube in
my crease, and then his still-erect cock was slipping out of me, leaving me
once more with a sense of emptiness. Reaching under me, he groped for and
found my swollen cock. "He's primed and ready!" he informed his sexy wife,
who quickly roused herself. Grabbing a cushion from the settee she threw
herself to the floor beside me, lifting her hips from the floor to slide
the cushion under her generous arse and raising her hips. Grasping my arm
she pulled me down between her spread thighs, releasing my arm to take a
firm hold of my cock, directing my knob to her wet and swollen cunt lips as
I lowered myself onto her. I slid into her silky passage easily, shifting
position slightly for maximum penetration. "Make this last, mister", she
warned, "or else I'll get the strap-on!" Although a thrill of excitement
coursed through me at the thought of this magnificent woman mounting me
with a strap-on, I knew that having cum twice already, I would have no
trouble giving her the ride she seemed to want.

Settling between Margaret's raised thighs I bent my head to her full and
heavy breasts, suckling on an erect nipple as I began to flex my hips,
driving my cock back and forth in the elastic clasp of her clinging
cunt. Pumping steadily into her, switching my mouth from one swollen nipple
to the other, I was aware of Stu moving around us while Margaret shrieked
out her pleasure as another climax hit her. Even as her twitching body
began to relax she resumed bucking up against me, urging me on. I heard her
commenting to Stu, but took my mouth from her breast to look up only when I
heard her tell him, "Stick it in his mouth! Make him suck you so I can
watch!" Looking up, I saw Stu slowly wanking his erect cock with one hand,
while with the other he was wiping his belly and balls with the towel. At
Margaret's words he knelt behind her head, shuffling forward to straddle
her and present his cock to my lips. Unsure as to whether he had washed
after fucking me I was hesitant, but when his knob butted against my lips,
my nostrils were so overloaded with Margaret's wet juices still coating my
nose that I could smell nothing else. Yet as I parted my lips and his cock
slipped into my mouth the pungent, tangy taste of his cock suggested that
he had merely wiped it. However a hand behind my head, either Stu's or
Margaret's, pulled me down onto his cock as he worked his hips to fuck my
mouth while I fucked his wife.

The tangy taste in my mouth faded as I sucked Stu, until it was replaced by
the familiar salty-sweet flavour of his pre-cum as it drooled onto my
tongue. Margaret briefly raised her head to lick Stu's swinging balls, but
fell back as she cried out in yet another climax. My cock felt bruised, yet
was achingly erect. I was fucking like a machine, hearing the wet impact of
our hips each time I thrust into Margaret. At my other end, Stu was fucking
my mouth as steadily as I was fucking his wife's cunt. With each thrust his
knob slid over my tongue and into my throat, while his balls slapped my
chin and his wiry bush pressed against my nose. I would have been fucking
Margaret for probably three quarters of an hour, although it felt longer
than that, and Stu's cock would have been in my mouth for more than half of
that time. I was tiring; my back was beginning to ache, as was my
jaw. Margaret had cum half a dozen times, each time more violently, adding
to the bruised feeling of my cock. Without warning, Stu grabbed the back of
my head, pulling my mouth down hard on his cock, telling me "Take it!". His
cock swelled in my mouth, twitching as it pumped jets of hot cum into the
back of my throat. Fighting the urge to gag, I swallowed convulsively as
the thick ropes of spunk poured and then oozed from his cock.

Beneath me, complaining that I had ceased moving, Margaret continued
humping her hips against me. As Stu slipped his softening cock from my lips
I pushed my self up and off Margaret, my cock jerking from her sodden cunt
to slap wetly back against my belly. Turning her onto her side I reached
for her hips, but anticipating me, she rolled over onto her knees, raising
her glorious rump into the air. Rosy from the pounding of my hips and
belly, her buttocks shone with a sheen of perspiration and her juices,
Beneath the generous globes of her arse, the swollen, spread lips of her
cunt glistened like a coral-pink flower. Shuffling close I guided my knob
to her opening and lunged forward, burying my cock in her to the balls in
one thrust. She grunted at the sudden intrusion, and then rolled her hips,
pushing back to meet me as I quickly settled into a steady rhythm, pumping
my cock in her wet core with long strokes. The change of position brought
my cock into contact with different parts of her cunt, creating new
sensations, a benefit which, by her moans, Margaret seemed to enjoy as much
as I did. Hunching over her back I reached for her swinging breasts,
pinching and rolling her standing nipples. Margaret's movements beneath me
became more frantic, her moans became a long, drawn out wail, and then she
collapsed under me, her body twitching in climax. I rode her down to the
floor, not missing a stroke. The increased friction of her buttocks on my
shaft as I fucked her was all it took to bring on my climax. I let out a
gasp as I felt a thin spurt of spunk jet from my tip, my balls tightening
painfully in my groin as my tired cock continued to jerk emptily inside
her.

Panting, I collapsed over Margaret, resting on her heaving body until she
stirred. I rolled off her, lying on my back, watching as she slowly rolled
over on the rumpled towels, pulling herself up to lean back against the
settee with her legs obscenely splayed as if to cool her heated cunt. She
ordered Stu, who had been standing watching us, to fetch a cold drink. He
returned with fresh beers for him and me and a large glass of chilled white
wine for Margaret.

As the drinks went down, refreshing me mightily, Stu and Margaret related
how she had returned home, finding Stu in the kitchen when he had gone out
to get a second beer for us both. When he told her that he was hoping for
some man-to-man action with me, she told him that she wanted to see him
fuck me, and then would join in. Accordingly, she had watched first from
the doorway of the lounge as Stu massaged me and then sucked me. Once I had
mounted Stu she had retreated through their bedroom to go out onto the
deck, from where she had a better view of the action. When Stu had me bent
over the settee, preparing my hole in anticipation of mounting me, she had
returned to their bedroom to undress, coming back into the lounge to watch
over the back of the settee as her husband ploughed my arse.

Accustomed to taking a dominant role in sexual encounters, I was fascinated
by the way Margaret automatically assumed control, and recalling the
humiliation she had caused me was strangely exciting. So when she informed
me that she expected me to return the following weekend so that she and Stu
could take turns fucking me, I surprised myself by agreeing readily to
taking what I knew was going to be a submissive role.