Livin' In the Country
Chapter 2
Rhonda made our visitors strip down to their underwear before allowing
them to enter the house. Once they entered she slapped handcuffs on them. I was
a bit surprised at the couple's size. Marie looked to be a few inches shy of
five feet, and Marty was about Rhonda's height, maybe five-four or so, but she
probably outweighed him by at least seventy pounds. Marie on the other hand was
what I'd call a pocket Venus, small but well put together. The camisole did
nothing to hide her big tits and she had plenty of curves in all the right
places. It was no mystery why that lawyer had latched onto her as quickly as he
did, this was prime grade poontang.
I approached the pair and patted Marie's pussy affectionately, and gave
her bladder a gentle nudge to see how full it was. She gasped and began to hop
from one foot to the other. Rhonda thought that was hilarious and she pressed
her hand against Marty's groin and shoved hard. He grunted and a few drops of
piss stained his panties. "Looks like someone has to piss real bad." Rhonda
observed. She pointed toward Marie and said, " On your knees you little slut,
and open wide so hubby here can relieve the pressure. You better not let any of
that worm's piss get on the carpet or you'll be sucking it up while I ream out
that asshole of yours with my Big Bertha strap-on.".
We got them arranged properly, with my wife holding Marty's long, thin
cock inches away from Marie's open mouth. I started taping the action with my
trusty camcorder. He had some difficulty starting the flow, obviously
embarrassed by the presence of Rhonda and the video camera that was recording
this humiliating scene. Nature overcame modesty and soon a nice steady stream of
bright yellow piss began filling Marie's mouth. "Start swallowing", Rhonda
commanded, and Marie began to gulp down her husband's offering. That little guy
pissed and pissed and his poor wife had a hard time keeping up with the river of
pee that flowed into her mouth. I knew her little bladder was probably on the
verge of bursting. Rhonda got a bit bored and so she began to direct his piss
stream into his wife's face and then across her chest, soaking the camisole and
outlining those big jugs of hers. Finally Marty's piss stream turned into spurts
as the enormous pressure on his bladder was relieved. Rhonda aimed those spurts
into Marie's eyes, making sure the big titted brunette kept them open wide.
"Time to switch, people." Rhonda shouted, dropping Marty's cock like it
was some kind of nasty piece of garbage. He went to his knees and Marie waddled
into position. Her panties were yanked down to her knees, exposing her shaved
pussy with its fat lips. I began to lick my lips in anticipation of doing some
nasty-good things to that perfect fish taco she displayed. Rhonda shoved Marty's
face into his wife's crotch and she wasted no time delivering her piss into his
mouth. Marty gulped steadily for at least a couple of minutes while this
blissful look came over her face. Things were sure starting out well. I could
hardly wait until we marched them into the bathroom where two enema bags, filled
to the brim with a nasty concoction that Rhonda had gotten from one of the local
ladies, awaited them.
When Marie finished filling her hubby's belly with piss, we made them
stand for a close order inspection after we tore the skimpy underwear from their
bodies. They now stood stark naked, with their feet wide apart to allow us easy
access to their bodies. I watched while Rhonda ran her middle finger up Marty's
asshole and wiggled it about to locate his prostate. She reached around, grabbed
his cock and began to jack him off as her knowing finger teased his twitching
organ.
Marty developed a rather impressive erection. He had a long cock, maybe
eight or possibly nine inches long, but it lacked girth. Rhonda snorted and
pronounced his equipment to be less than acceptable. " I'm calling you needle
dick. From now on that's your new name. No wonder your wife is putting out for
other men, she needs something bigger around than that pencil to fill up her
hungry cunt. Believe me that whore you call a wife is gonna get plenty of
filling before this little visit is over." As she berated the runt, her hand
continued to milk his dick which was now hard and jumping. " I'll bet you would
like to shoot off that skinny popgun, wouldn't you? Well today is your lucky
day."
I picked up on her plan and shoved Marie towards her husband, as I
said, " Down on your knees you piece of fuck meat and open up so Marty can blow
his wad into your whore's mouth. You make sure to keep it all in that filthy
mouth, or I'll rip your tongue out of your head." Marie's eyes filled with tears
at this new humiliation. Rhonda ordered her to capture the head of her husband's
dick in her mouth to make sure she got every drop. I caught the entire event,
showing Marie, cheeks bulging as she choked and gagged on the jets of hot cum
that spurted into her mouth, struggling to contain it before it slid down her
throat. Once Marty finished blowing his nuts we made his wife stand and transfer
his cum from her mouth to his while we laughed and recorded their latest taste
of degradation. Then Rhonda provided dessert, making the slightly built boy-toy
suck her middle finger which had been deep inside his asshole for many long
minutes. It certainly was going to be a fun evening.
My wife took over the video camera while I poked and prodded Marie,
checking how tight her pussy was, only average, squeezing and hefting those
good-sized jugs, as well as finding out how fast her nipples hardened when I
sucked on them. I managed to work three fingers up her asshole, another
surprise. Evidently that lawyer was using her a lot more than I thought, or he
was pimping her out, and she was too embarrassed to say anything about it. Marie
let out a yelp when I playfully bit her ass, and got a few good spanks for her
breach of conduct.
Then it was time for twenty questions. When was the last time Marty had
blown his nuts? I felt sorry for the poor bastard when he answered "about five
months ago". He blushed scarlet when I queried him about the circumstances
surrounding this event. Rhonda had to squeeze his balls to make him give us the
lowdown.
One morning he woke before Marie and slipped his cock up between the
cheeks of her ass and rubbed up and down her crack until he got off. She woke up
and became very upset because the lawyer had expressly forbidden her to do
anything that would let him get off. That was the last time he had been allowed
to share a bed or even sleep in the same room as his wife.
Rhonda gave Marie a dirty look and shook her head in mock disgust. Then
she looked at Marty and grinned. " Don't worry about getting off while you're
here. By the time we get done, you'll be able to tie a knot in that long, lean
piece of meat, and your prostate is going to be the size of a baseball. You're
even going to get a crack at this whore you married. I really don't know how
you'll get her or yourself off since that tramp's cunt and asshole have been
stretched so much that you could fly the Goodyear blimp up them without touching
the sides." I cracked up at her remark as he and his diminutive wife hung their
heads in abject humiliation.
It got even funnier when I told them of our plans for the rest of their
stay. "While you two are here the only way you can get rid of piss is into each
other. To make it easier on you, you'll get one small glass of water every
twelve hours, unless you specifically ask for more. I'd advise you both to watch
out for getting dehydrated while you're here. There are going to be plenty of
cameras taking videos and pictures which mean lots of bright, hot lights. We
also have a sauna built into our playroom where you'll probably spend most of
your time. Chances are people are going to drag you in with them so you can
service them while they soak up some of that dry heat."
"According to the body temperature measurements that Marie has been
giving us, she's in her fertile time this weekend and we've arranged for a
number of guys to try to knock her up. To make it more interesting for you both,
Marty will get a chance to suck the cum from your cunt as soon as the stud
finishes loading her up. However in the event that hubby is busy servicing or
being serviced by one of the many ladies that will be using him, he'll just have
to wait his turn, no matter how many guys soak her snatch. You two will be
getting something to keep you fresh around the clock while you're here. Also
we've invited a henna artist to come over and decorate both of you with some
appropriate art work that will last for a couple of months. There's no pain
involved. We decided you're not ready for tattooing yet. You're lucky because
that can hurt big time if you're getting something put on a tender spot like
your tit or dick."
By the time I was done the two of them were pale as ghosts, just what I
had hoped for. I wondered how Marie would react when she found out that she was
going to be taking on a pack of dogs tomorrow afternoon out in the back area.
I'll bet Marty was gonna shit pineapples when he got a load of the strap-ons
that some of the ladies planned on using to open up his asshole so they could
fist fuck him later on. I wondered if they'd freak when the kids and their
friends took their turn with them. I'm sure that Marie never had the pleasure of
being fucked silly by a mob of sex-mad teens. Come to think of it how was poor
Marty going to keep up with all those hair-triggered youngsters shooting oceans
of sperm laden cum deep inside his tiny wife's pussy? It was going to be a real
fun weekend for all concerned; well maybe not for all, come to think of it.
It was my wife who broke the mood, suggesting in no uncertain terms that
we sample the merchandise. Poor Marty was about to learn the meaning of that
phrase. Rhonda announced that she and Marty were adjourning to her bedroom to
see what he could do. I had to bite my tongue because I knew what she was
planning. Marty was about to meet her favorite toy, a butt buster of a tool
guaranteed to bring tears to the eyes of anyone unfortunate enough to be on the
receiving end of this monster.
That left me alone with little Marie and I definitely knew what I
wanted from her. Talk about your basic spinner, she must have weighed no more
than ninety pounds. I sat down on the couch and put her to work getting my cock
hard. She gave pretty good head, guess that lawyer had spent some time training
her. She slobbered all over my johnson, licking it from base to tip and swirling
her tongue around the sensitive head. After she finished licking my balls I
hoisted her onto my stiff rod and proceeded to plant her to the hilt. She let
out a gasp as her asshole was filled. I grabbed her tits and used them like
reins to make her pogo-stick up and down on my tool. Soon we were in rhythm, me
thrusting and Marie dropping that hot, wet cunt down to meet me.
Suddenly there came a scream from the bedroom and Marie stopped moving.
I squeezed, then yanked her tits to get her in motion. Another scream, louder
still, echoed through the house. I guess that Rhonda had just breached Marty's
tight asshole with the strap-on. The next few yells were not as loud, I figured
that she had begun to loosen his shitter up by now. I slapped Marie on the flank
and told her to start moving her ass or she'd get a dose of what hubby was
experiencing. She put her mind to my needs and away we went.
Although my original plan was to pull out, put Marie on her back and
then shoot my load deep inside her cunt, her clutching shit chute and energetic
movements brought me to an unexpected climax. I vowed that she'd pay for this
sometime during the weekend.
Things had quieted down, and so I decided to take my little fuck toy
with me for a visit to where Rhonda was rerouting Marty's innards. The door was
partly open, so I barged in, dragging Marie along. Poor Marty was on his belly,
face buried in the mattress. Rhonda was straddling his frail body, her monster
strap-on dildo almost completely buried in his asshole. She looked up at us,
gave me a wolfish grin and pulled the hard rubber tool out until just the head
was contained by his quivering backdoor. Then she drove it back into the sissy
boy and he nearly threw her off as he screamed in agony and thrashed beneath her
bulky body.
Marie started blubbering at the sight of her husband having his asshole
torn open. I pinched one of those big tits and she yelped. When I wagged my
finger at her, she quieted down. "That ought to give this weakling a taste of
what's in store for his sorry ass when the girls get busy on him." Rhonda said
as she wiggled her hips to move the dildo from side to side within his spasming
shitter.
"Who's up for an enema?' I asked, unable to conceal my glee over this
latest surprise for our guests. Marie started to shake, but Marty was too busy
trying to keep his asshole from turning inside out to make any comment for or
against. Rhonda yanked the dildo from his ass, and she nearly did drag part of
his shitter out with it. Marty was screaming his head off, so she grabbed him by
the back of the neck and jammed his face into the mattress, cutting off his air
and the ugly noises he was making. I gave Marie a mock bow and pointed toward
the door. She started to snivel, but got her ass in gear when she realized from
the look on my face that her tits were going to get more than a pinch this time.
The looks on their faces were priceless when they saw the two bulging
enema bags hanging from the shower rod. However before they experienced the
pleasure of having their intestines filled with what would feel like gallons of
boiling water, there was the matter of the load of cum that was beginning to
ooze from Marie's swollen asshole.
Marty was ordered to lie on his back and then his tiny wife squatted
over his open mouth and grunted as she pushed the slimy mess from her shitter.
She finished him off by sitting on his face, her gaping asshole locked against
his mouth as he suctioned every drop of cum and other secretions from her.
Rhonda evidently got turned on big time watching this disgusting activity and
was flogging her clit furiously as she held her cunt lips apart to give herself
better access to that sex button.
They stood side by side, bent at the waist, waiting for the nozzles to
enter their asses. It was quite apparent that Marty's gaping asshole would
require some kind of modification to the nozzle. Rhonda had come prepared,
producing a plastic cylinder with a threaded hole drilled through its length.
She lubed it, wedged it up his ass and made sure it was firmly set into his
rectum. The nozzle had a threaded collar that allowed it to be mated to the
spacer locked into his asshole. In the case of Marie, a larger diameter nozzle,
well lubed, took care of hooking her up to the enema bag. We unclipped the hoses
and stood back to watch the fun.
