Date: Wed, 4 Oct 2006 06:41:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Doug Campbell <novaguy2u@yahoo.com>
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.