Although I had promised to meet Margaret and Stu at the same time the following week, I was forced to change our plans when my wife announced that she was going to return to stay with my daughter on the following weekend, to assist in her in making some new curtains. I communicated this by phone to Stu the next day, and he promised to get back to me.
Stu called me at work on the following Monday, to ask if it suited me to meet with them on Saturday night. I readily agreed, and promised to be at their place by seven o'clock. As before, on my arrival Stu met me at the door dressed in just a sarong, and quickly led me directly to their bedroom where I stripped off my clothes and wound around my waist the sarong he handed me. As we were about to leave the bedroom he told me that Margaret had arranged for another couple to join us for the evening, adding with a meaningful smirk that I would find them "fun" and interesting". With anticipation, yet tinged with a little trepidation, I followed Stu into the lounge, keen to meet the other couple. As we entered the room, to my pleased surprise, Margaret rose from where she had been sitting on the settee and rushed to meet me. Pressing her lush body against mine she threw an arm around my neck, pulling my mouth down to meet hers, our lips fusing in a long and passionate kiss, and I could feel my cock swelling in response to her passion. Breaking our kiss Margaret turned and introduced me to her other guests. Mark, a tall, slim, part Maori got out of his chair to offer his hand. His wife Sophie, a petite woman with short black hair and very white skin extended her hand for me to shake from where she had been sitting next to Margaret on the settee. Like the rest of us, they too were wearing sarongs wrapped around their bodies.
Seating herself back on the settee next to Sophie, Margaret patted the settee with one hand, indicating that I should sit on the other side of her. As I sat my semi-erect cock bulged the front of my sarong, and I quickly crossed my legs in an attempt to conceal my arousal. I saw Margaret's quick sideways glance at the bulge in my sarong as she told Stu to fetch me a wine. Taking her hand from where she had rested it on my knee, Margaret reached to the coffee table in front of her, and picking up a remote first powered-up the wide-screen television set in front of us, and then set a video tape running. To my astonishment, as the picture brightened, the picture revealed the view of two women kneeling, facing away from the camera, heads and shoulders resting on the settee where we were now sitting. The camera zoomed in on their parted thighs to show clearly the bulging lips of their cunts, and then backed off again. From either side of the frame appeared two male figures with erect cocks, one long and slim and the other thicker and very much longer. The two males turned away from the camera and as they approached the women I recognised first Stu, and thought the other might be Mark. Stu knelt behind the smaller of the two women, who from her pale skin appeared to be Sophie, while Mark knelt behind the other. Both men parted the buttocks of the woman before them to bury their faces in their clefts. Both men's' heads bobbed up and down for two or three minutes, then they straightened and moved closer on their knees to the women, turning slightly towards the camera to reveal their rampant cocks as they presented them to the cunts of the waiting women.
The length of Mark's cock was revealed as he slowly slid inch after inch into the woman he was mounting, and the distension of her cunt revealed his shaft to be thicker than its length had first suggested. Mark's mount, who I guessed was Margaret, could be heard groaning as she pushed her hips back to meet the cock slowly surging up her, while Sophie's narrow hips were already mostly concealed by Stu as he began to ride her.
Feeling my cock tenting my sarong, I tore my eyes from the screen to look around the room. Beside me, Margaret was pinching and rolling a swollen nipple through the thin fabric of her sarong while Sophie had a hand pressed between her thighs. On the two-seat settee, Mark was fondling his long cock through his sarong, while Stu had parted his sarong and was casually stroking his exposed cock. Seeing me looking, Margaret released her breast, leant over towards me to part my sarong, and as my cock leapt free, bent down to take me in her mouth. I gasped with pleasure as her hot mouth enveloped my cock. Groaning as her smooth fingers cupped my balls I arched my back, driving my cock deeper into her suctioning mouth as I reached for her breasts.
Feeling my fingers at the knot of her sarong, Margaret slapped my hand away, jerking her mouth from my cock and aiming another stinging slap at my thigh. "Oh no you don't!" she warned sternly< "Not until I tell you to, you little worm!" A wave of humiliation tinged with excitement washed over me at her harsh tone and abusive words. " Get on your knees you little slut! Crawl over and give the boys a thrill!" she ordered. Flushing with shame at her words, I nonetheless slid off the settee onto my knees. As I began to crawl across the floor Margaret leant forward, tearing the sarong from my hips, adding to my humiliation as my erect cock bobbed and swayed before me in clear view as I crawled across to Stu.
Taking his hand from his cock, Stu let it jut twitching from his lap as I approached. Clear beads of pre-cum were pearling from its tip to run down the underside of his shaft. Bending my head into Stu's lap, I heard him sigh with pleasure as my mouth enveloped his cock, his hand going to the back of my head as he urged me to take it all in. His wiry pubic hair tickled my nostrils, his smooth knob pushing into my throat as I pushed my face hard into his crotch, my hands going behind his hips to pull him close. His hips pumped gently at me as my mouth bobbed over his cock, my tongue washing his shaft as I sucked him.
After only two or three minutes I felt Stu's hand under my chin, urging me to lift my mouth my mouth from his cock as he told me to look after their guest. Glancing sideways I saw that Mark had untied his sarong. Only inches away from me, his cock looked massive, less thick than mine but much thicker than Stu's, at least nine inches long, light-brown, smooth and hairless and curving backward slightly as it rose from the large, swollen balls that nestled between Mark's hairless thighs. Reaching for his shaft, I pulled it down to my mouth as I shuffled across to crouch between Mark's thighs, opening my mouth wide as I covered his cock. I felt it leap in my hand as my lips closed around his hot shaft and he too urged me to take it all. Forcing my mouth down on his cock, I fought to keep from gagging as his knob pushed deep in my throat, yet a good three inches of his shaft was still beyond my encircling lips. I raised my head, the tip of my tongue teasing and pushing into his long piss slit, tasting his salty pre-cum before gobbling as much of his cock as I could take into my mouth as I began to blow him.
I practised my recently-tested oral skills on Mark for several minutes, feeling his thick cock swell and harden even more in my mouth as his pre-cum flowed more freely, until I heard Margaret's voice ring out. Mark's belly shook as he laughed, urging me from his cock. "Seems like the ladies want you buddy!" he chuckled as I took my mouth from his shaft. I was beginning to sense as I turned away from the men on my hands and knees that I was providing the first act of what could be a long show. I cast a look at the television as I began to crawl across to the women. On the screen, the two men were lying side by side on their backs on the floor as the women rode them vigorously while facing the camera, revealing that they were indeed Margaret and Sophie, who were now naked, sitting with their thighs spread and their hips on the edge of the settee, their exposed cunts waiting for my oral ministrations as I crawled closer.
Sophie was closer; so I headed towards her first, taking in her inordinately large, almost black aureoles and thick nipples which seemed to large for her small breasts. The skin of her thighs was alabaster white; she appeared quite hairless, as if waxed, and her only pubic hair was a narrow close-trimmed black strip above the thin, in-rolled lips of her cunt. Burying my face in her thighs my tongue probed her cunt lips, spreading them as I licked up and down her slip, seeking her clitoris. She grunted as my questing tongue flicked her clit, finding it already swollen and surprisingly large: she slid her hips closer to the edge of the settee, lifting her legs to rest them on my shoulders. Reaching up for her hardening nipples, my fingers tweaked and rolled them as my tongue probed deep in her cunt. Spreading her thighs as wide as my crooked arms would allow, Sophie began to work her cunt against my face; I felt her flat belly jump, her cunt tightening on my probing tongue as her excitement grew, but as I increased my efforts to bring her to climax my ear was grabbed painfully and my face was pulled abruptly from Sophie's crotch. "Don't make a meal of it mister!" Margaret warned, "Come to Mama!"
Sophie's legs fell from my arms as I was dragged sideways to kneel between Margaret's sturdy thighs and my face was thrust unceremoniously into her belly. Her cunt was wet and open, as if she had been fingering herself. "Lick me out!" she ordered. With my nose forced hard into her soft belly by her hand held hard behind my head, I fought to drag air into the side of my mouth as I obediently licked Margaret out for several minutes until she released my head. I sat back on my heels, breathing deeply, my face wet and sticky with saliva and the juices that had flowed generously from the two women. Bending forward, Margaret groped under the settee to pull out the soft fabric bag that I recognised as her "toy bag". Taking her riding crop from the bag she gave me a gentle tap on the side. "Come on mister, on your feet, time for some housework!" I watched the others rise as I stood, saw them exchange knowing glances. Stu moved over to me, his erection swaying before him. Taking me by the arm he led me from the lounge to the bathroom as the others followed.
The bathroom floor was covered with spread towels. The others crowded into the room behind us as Stu and I stopped. Margaret pushed past us and began giving orders. Mark sat near one end of the towels as directed by Margaret, his big erect cock spearing out from his groin. Margaret jabbed me in the belly with the end of her crop. "Okay you cock slut, get down and get your mouth on Mark's meat!" Flushing with humiliation at her treatment of me in front of the others, I nonetheless felt a rush of excitement at her words and tone as I knelt between Mark's spread thighs and bent to take his drooling cock in my mouth. His hand at the back of my head guided my mouth up and down his thick shaft as I sucked him. I could hear the others talking above and behind me, heard a rush of running water. Fingers tugged my raised buttocks apart; something cold and hard was pressed against my hole and I felt a rush of something cool and wet in my rectum, and guessed that it must be lubricant. A finger probed my hole, pumped back and forth a few times and withdrew to be replaced with a smooth, narrow and long object. There was a sudden rush of warmth in my rectum, spreading to fill my bowels, and I realised that I was being given an enema.
Initially, the sensation of the warm water filling my bowels was not unpleasant, was even stimulating, but as it continued to flood into me, my bowels gurgling as the water poured deeper into me, beginning to distend my bowels, I tried to flinch away from the discomfort, but the pressure of Mark's hand on my head prevented me from pulling away. My belly seemed to be filling with water; I attempted to protest as the discomfort grew to pain, but my words were muffled by the mass of hot cock flesh filling my mouth and throat, and all I could do was mumble unintelligibly. The flow of water suddenly stopped; the catheter began to be withdrawn and I clenched my buttocks together tightly as Margaret ordered "Stand up slut, and don't spill a drop!" Mark released my head and I pushed myself off his cock and cautiously stood. "Sit on the toilet, but hold it in until I tell you to let it go!" Margaret commanded. I backed up to the toilet, feeling the water inside me moving as I eased myself down onto the toilet seat. The others stood, grinning as the watched me fight to contain the water that threatened to burst from me. "Alright, let it go!" Margaret urged. For a moment or two I was torn between the need to relieve myself, and the embarrassment of having to do it in front of four other people, two of them almost total strangers, but the need to relieve myself overcame my humiliation. As I relaxed my bowels the liquid inside me burst forth noisily, exploding from my arse in a malodorous jet of water and faeces. The water gushing from me slowly eased, and I expelled the remaining water from my bowels with a series of embarrassingly audible squirts.
Standing beside the toilet, an almost empty plastic enema bag and hose dangling from one hand, and with her whip tucked under the same arm, Margaret handed me a large wad of toilet paper for me to clean my buttocks. Once I had done so she ordered me back onto the floor. "Onto your knees again slut!" she demanded. "This time get your head on the floor and raise your arse higher!" I hastened to obey her, but flinched as I received a stinging slash from her crop across my buttocks. "Higher you little slut," she ordered "or do I need to teach you a lesson?" "No!" I responded, trying to raise my buttocks higher. I cringed at another, harder slash on my rump. "No, what?" Margaret demanded. "No, Mistress." I mumbled, humiliated at hearing sniggering from above me as I knelt with my face pressed in the towels.
My buttocks were pried apart once more, and the catheter pushed rudely back into me. Once more a steady stream of warm water filled my bowels. I writhed with discomfort, determined not to humiliate myself further by complaining. The pain in my bowels was almost unbearable, and despite my best attempts to clamp my sphincter tight around the catheter I could feel water leaking past it to run down my thighs. The flow of water stopped and the catheter was withdrawn as I was commanded to stand, but I was unable to look up as I stood, feeling water leaking from my arse and slowly trickling down my legs. At Margaret's command I sat on the toilet and voided my bowels, cringing with embarrassment at the noise as the water gushed forth. As I finished Margaret ordered me into the shower, and Stu, Mark and Sophie left the room. Margaret stood outside the shower cubicle, slapping her riding crop impatiently in one hand as she urged me to be quick or suffer the consequences. I quickly washed my lower body and stepped from the cubicle to towel myself dry.