Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2006 07:41:52 +1200
From: Doug Campbell <doublefx69@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Good Mate: Part Four

Margaret did not take long to recover from her orgasm. Giving her body a
shake she sat up and shuffled forward, pulling our cocks from her cunt. I
could feel drops of cum fall on my belly and chest as she moved on her
knees up my body until she was straddling my head. Reaching to spread her
cunt lips wide with two fingers she lowered her cunt to my mouth. "Lick me
out, you dirty little shit!" she ordered, "Use your tongue! Clean me out!"
My spunk, co-mingled with Stu's, was seeping freely from her cunt, and when
I thrust my tongue deep into her channel a heavy load poured over my
tongue, causing me to swallow hastily. The deluge of spunk quickly slowed
to a trickle as I continued to tongue Margaret while she moved her cunt
back and forth on my face. Two or three minutes later she raised herself
from me and moved to one side. Beside us knelt Stu, his slimy-looking cock
still swollen but hanging limp over his balls. He quickly moved to take his
wife's place, dangling his cock over my lips. As I opened my mouth he
lowered himself onto my face, his tight balls pressed to my chin as his
warm, tangy-tasting cock filled my mouth. Still drooling spunk, his cock
began to swell as he gently rose and fell over my face so that I could
clean him off. Even as his cock swelled to full erection, filling my
throat, I could feel my cock growing as I shared Stu's excitement.

Reaching back, Stu grasped my swelling cock, massaging it to hardness as my
tongue and lips washed his shaft and balls. Suddenly Stu leapt, giving a
gasp as I heard a slap on bare flesh. "Dirty little bastards!" I heard
Margaret exclaim, "I told you two not to get carried away!" Stu gasped as I
heard another slap. "Get off him, you little shit!" she spat. His cock
jerked from my mouth as Stu hurriedly lifted from me, revealing Margaret
standing over us, threatening us with her whip raised in one hand. As she
loomed above us, my eyes were drawn to the large, realistically shaped
dildo protruding from a fur cover harness strapped around her hips and
thighs. She laughed mockingly as she followed my gaze. "That's right, Mr
Big Dick, it's all for you! I bet you can't wait! Look, you're already hard
with excitement."

Waggling her hips, Margaret jerked the rubber tool back and forth above me
before reaching down and administering a stinging slap of the whip to the
side of my thigh. "Over on your knees, you slut!" she ordered. I felt a
wave of excitement, tinged with apprehension and humiliation wash over me,
scrambling to obey as she raised the whip threateningly.  "Get him ready,
and be quick about it!" she told Stu. He moved behind me and I felt his
breath gust hot in my crease as he tugged my cheeks apart. His tongue
lapped wetly around my hole before his tip pushed against me, slowly
worming deeper, before suddenly being replaced by a finger that worked deep
into me, opening me up. The finger withdrew, and I felt something small,
hard and cold pressed firmly against my anus followed by the sensation of
cold wetness moving up into my rectum, and I realised that Stu was
squeezing lubricant into my hole. The object was removed from my crease and
Stu worked two fingers into me, twirling them back and forth as he pumped
them in my hole, and as I began to open up he forced a third finger into
me, initially stretching me painfully as it was some weeks since he last
fucked me.

Just as the pain in my hole was easing and I was beginning to enjoy the
sensation of Stu's fingers pumping in my hole he withdrew them. Wiping his
fingers on my buttocks he announced to Margaret "He's ready, Mistress!" and
moved to one side to make room for Margaret as she dropped to her knees
behind me. I felt the hard column of her dildo press along the length of my
butt crease, the mounds of her full breasts pressing on my back as she
leant over me, reaching under me to grope for my cock. Finding me rampantly
erect she chuckled throatily "Horny little slut aren't you? Just can't wait
to be nasty Margaret's little bitch!" Giving my cock a painful wrench she
straightened up, grasping my buttocks with both hands and tugging them wide
apart. "Put it in him!" she ordered Stu, and I felt the tip of her dildo
guided to the entrance of my hole. I willed myself to relax as she pressed
forward and the blunt tip of her dummy tool was forced into me. The cold,
hard silicone rubber dildo felt huge, bigger than anything I had taken
before. The pressure on my protesting sphincter grew as more of the
thickening shaft slowly slid into me, stretching me painfully. Fighting to
keep from tensing against the pain I dropped my head onto one arm as tears
involuntarily started from my eyes.

With a grunt Margaret drove the last inches of the dildo into me, drawing
an involuntary yelp from me as my strained sphincter muscle was stretched
as never before. She laughed mockingly "Can't take it eh?" she
jeered. "Just because you can handle Stuey's little dong you think you're a
real man!" Giving an extra thrust she twisted the dildo in my
over-stretched hole, drawing another involuntary yelp from me. "You'll know
you've been fucked by a real woman when I've finished with you, boy!" she
sneered, beginning to partially withdraw the dildo before shoving it rudely
back into me.

More accustomed to giving than receiving anal sex, I nonetheless have
sufficient experience to know the differences in feeling of a dildo pumping
in my hole as compared to a cock. Firstly, while both are similarly shaped
and can distend a virgin or little-used anal sphincter painfully, a cock is
made of gristle and flesh and will bend and give a little to accommodate
the hole it is filling, while a dildo is unyielding. Secondly, a cock
transmits sensations of pressure and angle of entry to the man behind it,
allowing him, if he wishes, to adjust the speed, depth, and angle of his
strokes to ensure his partner's pleasure. A dildo does not, but then
Margaret was less interested in my pleasure than she was in establishing
her dominance of me. The pain in my tortured hole was almost overwhelming
as Margaret began to bugger me vigorously. Holding my breath, trying not to
cry out in protest at the pain, I nonetheless became aware of a small yet
growing thrill of excitement at being humiliated and treated as an object
by the magnificent woman behind me who was intent on totally dominating me.
Hissing her satisfaction, grunting with the occasional extra vigorous
thrust or twist of her hips to screw the dildo even deeper into me,
Margaret continued to berate me, adding to my peculiarly mixed feelings of
humiliation, degradation, and excitement. Each time she screwed her hips
hard against me, stretching my over-extended hole painfully, I could feel
the hard, blunt tip of the dildo moving around deep inside me, a strange
yet not unpleasant sensation. The pain in my hole was gradually fading,
being replaced by the familiar sensation of burning friction. I became
aware that Stu was lying on his side next to me, massaging my achingly
erect cock.  The moiling of the massive dildo in my hole seemed to go on
for hours, yet it was probably no more than twenty or thirty minutes before
Margaret slumped over me panting, her chest heaving, her large breasts
flattened against my back. After several minutes she straightened and began
to ease the dildo from my aching hole. As it slid from me I began to slump
to the floor, earning a stinging slash across the buttocks. "No you don't,
slut!" Margaret commanded, "Get back up on your hands and knees! I've plans
for you! You're going to be Stuey's bitch now!"

Even as Margaret moved away from me Stu quickly took her place, rudely
tugged my buttocks wide apart and with little finesse thrust deep into my
throbbing hole. Shuffling around in front of me Margaret waggled the dildo
beneath my nose. Catching the pungent scent of my bowels from it I looked
at it, coated with a clear jelly-like film streaked with brown. "Suck my
cock, slut!" she ordered. I looked at it again, and then lowered my head,
shaking it in refusal, but she grabbed my hair, pulling my head back up and
pushed the blunt tip of the reeking dildo to my lips. "Hold him!" she
ordered Stu, and he reached under me to pull my hips back hard into his
belly. With her other hand Margaret pinched my nostrils closed, and when I
opened my mouth to breathe she forced the dildo inside, bruising my
lips. The tangy taste and slimy sensation almost made me gag, but I was
forced to concentrate on swallowing to overcome the gagging reflex as
Margaret pushed the dildo into my throat, the wet and evil-smelling fur
covering the harness pressing against my nose. "That's the boy, suck that
cock, clean me off!" she crooned as she began to fuck my mouth with the
dildo while Stu pumped his cock forcefully in my arse. Humiliated, debased,
and with a cock at each end, albeit one a dummy prick, the novelty of my
situation was increasingly exciting. Stu reached under me to grasp my cock,
but my excitement was so extreme that at his touch my cock exploded in
orgasm, spraying my spunk onto the towel beneath me. I was so wound up that
I began to suck the dildo as enthusiastically as I would a real cock,
slurping and mumbling out my pleasure.

Grabbing me and pulling me close into him, Stu thrust hard two or three
times and then froze, jammed hard in me. I felt his cock twitch inside me
and sensed a wash of warmth as he came deep inside me. Sliding her dildo
from my mouth Margaret squatted back on her heels, the rubber tool, clean
now, protruding obscenely from her crotch. Smiling her satisfaction, she
asked almost sweetly "So did we enjoy being nasty Margaret's little slut?
Did we like being fucked by her big cock, and sucking it clean?" Cringing
with embarrassment, I felt a warm flush of humiliation and pleasure wash
over me as I nodded agreement. "That'll teach you to keep Margaret waiting
so long for her fun!" she went on, "Now what do we say to Margaret?" she
continued, adding to my humiliation by speaking to me as if I were a
child. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Margaret." "Mistress!" she
corrected me, tapping my shoulder with the whip. "And?" she queried. I
thought for a minute. "Thank you." I muttered. "Thank you, what?" she
demanded, slapping my flank with the whip. "Thank you Mistress!" I
blurted. "Good boy," she cooed, "you are a quick learner! Now," she
continued briskly, "when are you coming back to see Margaret again?" I
thought for a moment "The same time next week?" "Good!" she responded,
"We'll have to see what we can find for you next time."

Telling us we could use the shower in the main bathroom, Margaret
disappeared into their bedroom to use the ensuite bathroom. Stu and I
quickly showered in turn both beyond further action for the moment. I
stumbled home, my cock bruised, and my arse bruised and aching, yet I was
filled with an afterglow of excitement at my recent submission to Margaret,
and my anticipation of what she might have in store for me when we next
met.