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 The tip of a lube-slick finger probed, then entered my hole, sliding in and out easily, before it was withdrawn, to be joined by a second fingertip, stretching me before slowly working inside.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.