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."