Chapter 4
I knew exactly what Burt was going through during the long weekend that followed Judy's visit with us. All Saturday I observed him as he tried to be cool about his frustration. He paced and fretted, picked up a book and put it down again, tried to watch television, nothing worked to distract him from his plight. I felt sorry for him but there wasn't a thing I could do about it. Besides, the only difference between us was that I knew how to hide my condition, and I'd had some measure of relief with Judy.
Much of my time was given over to thinking about her and trying to figure out how it was possible that two women could give each other so much. I wrote about the experience at length in my diary which didn't explain anything, but only aroused me more.
Toward evening Mason put on his best clothes and left the house with the bearing of a man who's about to get laid. Jerry went out, too, but his aim was to attend the big baseball game being played by his college team that night. Will had a date, too, and then Mom and Dad decided to go see a movie together. They asked Burt and me to come along but neither of us felt like budging.
So there we were, two bundles of frustration of the opposite sex, alone in the house. Burt still seemed in a bad mood and I couldn't blame him. He slouched in the easy chair right in front of the television and stared at it grimly. I made myself comfortable on the couch and pretended to be immersed in a book. Even though I had my eyes glued to the page, I didn't read a word of it. Instead my thoughts wandered over Judy, Mr. Ross, Frank, and the endless possibilities inherent in my future. All I had to do was get by this weekend. Then the adventures would begin all over again.
But as the evening wore on, my brother's presence started to direct my thoughts to more immediate delights. What if I were to ... but no, I couldn't possibly! But if I could, wouldn't it be nice? And the poor boy needed it so desperately. It wouldn't be lewd on my part, I'd only be doing him a favor. It'd be like dissociating myself from my body so he could have the use of it. That idea excited me beyond belief! I would be passive, as if in a coma—but how would I suggest it to him?
"You know something, Wanda?" He turned to me with that same grim expression and nodded his head. "Judy doesn't give a shit for me and * that's the truth."
"I wouldn't say that." Now that I was looking into his eyes I felt a blush shooting up from my feet and culminating in my face.
"Well, I would. That girl is just a cock teaser. I'm not going to see her again."
He looked so unhappy that I was moved to go sit on the armrest of his chair and stroke his head in a sisterly manner. "There's a knack to seducing a girl," I said gently, "and you have to know it before you can make love with her. The impression I got from Judy last night is that she cares about you, but she's frightened. She is a virgin, you know?"
"She told you that?" His eyes lit up.
"In strictest confidence," I nodded. "You have to be gentle and yet firm with her or you'll never make it. If you plead or beg, or even if you order her to do it, you won't succeed. But if you mix the two up then you'll get to see the fireworks."
"Yeah ..." he mused, rubbing his chin and looking up at the ceiling. "You've got a point there."
"It's just like dancing," I went on, "and if you know how to dance and lead, she'll follow you anywhere."
"I can't dance either."
"Then you'll have to learn." That was a bold move on my part and I blushed again. Luckily Burt had other things on his mind or he would have seen through my ruse at once.
"You know what that's like?" he said querulously. "That's like applying for a job where you have to have experience; only you can't get experience until you've got the job. How the hell am I going to learn if Judy won't help me?"
"She can't help you." I was hemming him in the way a sheepdog musters his charges. Sooner or later he would have to look to me to teach him—but it had to be his decision. He wasn't too slow on the uptake.
"That means I'd have to ask a good friend of mine, wouldn't I? Sort of as a favor." His eyes bored into mine for a split second, then dropped.
"I guess so," I said, getting off his chair and resuming my position on the couch. He had the ball, now let him run with it. I was disappointed when he returned his stare to the television, but he was only considering matters. Now that it was out of my hands I felt much more easy with the prospect of making love with my brother. Everything had been neatly rationalized, and guilt could wait till the light of day. I began to want him with all my heart. The image of his long, slender cock reverberated through my mind and alerted my pussy, which immediately began to lick its chops, so to speak. Perhaps he wouldn't be much of a lover but I was at a state where I would take anything that came my way, and with gratitude.
"Promise me something." He turned back to me, looking unusually serious. "No matter what I say, don't tell anyone about it."
"I promise," I said airily, as if I had no idea what he was talking about.
"Well... would you let me... would you..."
"Would I what, Burt?"
"Would you teach me?" He brought the words out in a hurry and fixed me with an anxious stare. I had to struggle not to smile, and I couldn't resist letting him dangle for a while just to feel the extent of my own power.
"You mean, would I let you seduce me?" I said incredulously.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," he said, getting up and hurrying over toward me. "It's up to you, I just wanted to know—the whole thing's silly but I had to ask!"
"Why ask?" I said with a faint smile.
"What?" He looked at me with puzzlement, thought for a moment, and said, "You mean you'll do it?"
"Who knows?" I shrugged. Burt couldn't make up his mind what to do next. His hands clenched and unclenched by his sides and he broke out into a sweat. Suddenly he hurried over to the other side of the room and turned out the main lights, leaving only the television and a small lamp on, in the far corner. Then he came back to me, paused for a moment, and sat down close to me. His hand took mine and he bent over to kiss it passionately. I nodded in approval but did nothing.
He gained courage from that nod and began to kiss his way up my arm the way he'd seen it done in the movies. It felt nice, though, and the closer he came to my shoulder the harder it became to sit still. But he had to learn how to deal with women in all their moods. It was for his sake that I was allowing myself this pleasure. Now his lips were at my neck, warm and soft, pressing into my flesh with such obvious desire that I trembled inside. His face rested against mine, cheek to cheek, and he breathed in the fragrance of my perfume with a hunger that only I could satisfy. It made me glow all over to have such power—and it also tempted me to exercise it a little more.
"Will you respect me afterward?" I asked archly.
"What? Oh, sure, sure." His arms came around me and hugged me tightly as he kissed me on the lips. I got the idea that he was trying to shut me up, so I pulled away and repeated my question. "Of course I will," he said exasper-atedly. "You're my sister, aren't you?"
"You know, we shouldn't be doing this at all," I said, feigning gravity. "I've heard that it's very bad for a brother and sister to get too close."
"What's going on with you, Wanda? One minute you tell me to go ahead, then you tell me to stop?"
"You see how easily you give up?" I pushed him away and went over to the easy chair to flop down in it. Poor Burt didn't know if he was coming or going. He came over to me and knelt before me, his face resembling that of a whipped puppy. I was beginning to understand why he hadn't succeeded with Judy.
"I want you," he said hoarsely. "I can't wait any longer, Wanda, my balls are going to burst if you keep on playing this game with me!"
"So let them." I pretended to watch television. Burt simmered for a while, teetering between the pros and cons. Just to be sure he didn't teeter into the wrong direction I made sure my dress was high up my thighs. That glimpse of panties ought to inspire him. And what I'd hoped for finally happened. He stood up, frowning heavily, and undid his zipper. The next moment his long half-hard cock waved before my face, and he grabbed my head with both hands.
"Suck it, you scheming bitch!" he said roughly, and at once he pulled my head forward and thrust his cock into my open mouth. I was in seventh heaven! Burt had come through. Now his dick was deep inside my mouth, swelling every second, throbbing with virility, soft to the touch yet hard within, and moving back and forth slowly. I couldn't stop myself from going along with him any longer. My hands seized the hard cheeks of his ass and pulled him even closer to me so that his now rock-hard cock bumped its thick knob against the back of my throat. Everything else was forgotten, only that hard rod mattered. I sucked at it lasciviously, savoring the smooth skin, the oddly shaped head, thrilling to the power pulsing through it as much as I did to his pleasure. His anger faded away in no time at all and he began to grunt softly as he worked his dick into my face. My hands found his belt buckle and undid it with some expertise, then the button of his pants snapped and they slid down to the floor. His briefs came next and finally I was able to touch the bare flesh of his ass, finely haired, flexing with the rhythm of his face-fucking. What power he had in his slender, muscular thighs! I couldn't get over how my young brother had turned into a stud in a matter of seconds. One minute he'd been groveling at my feet, the next he was making me eat him as though he'd been doing this to women all his life!
His balls dangled free now, perfect for cupping in my hands, and as I caressed them he began to push his long cock into my mouth more insistently. It was a struggle not to gag on it but I managed somehow to contain him. I was greedy for cock, I wanted more and more, much more than I could accommodate. My body throbbed in harmony with his long dong, alive with lust. And each time I sank my mouth deep over his dick he uttered one of his erotic grunts that made my nerves tingle and my pussy slaver. In the dim light of the room I could only see his fiat, hard belly and the brush of dark hair that tickled my nose, and it seemed as though my whole world consisted of his lower half. My hands ran up and down the insides of his thighs and fingered the crack of his ass in the way men liked it, causing him to pump harder and less considerately. Fuck me, I thought while I licked and chewed on his cock. Fuck my face till I can't take it anymore. God, I loved that taste, that feeling, of having him between my lips, close to blowing his works. I tasted the faint saltiness of the little drops of sperm forming on his knob and remembered the forceful gush of cream that had been shot into my body by Frank, and the anticipation made me suck harder. I held the base of bis cock with two fingers and masturbated in time with my sucking, hardly able to wait for the moment of climax, but Burt was holding back as best he could.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned, undulating his tough, lean body before me, "eat it, that's the way. Jesus, that feels good! Harder, suck it harder! Oh—oh no, hold back, take it easy, I don't want to—I'm going to cornel Slow down, wait a minute! Oh noooohhhh . . . yesssssss! Here it comes!" And with a final thrust of his loins he lodged his dick deep down into my throat and let loose a burst of sperm that filled me up to my eyeballs! I was swimming in the stuff, reveling in it, sucking every last remnant out of him as though I was sipping a malted through a straw. He seemed like a bottomless reservoir of the delicious, thick fluid, blurting it down my throat till my resistance was swept out of the way and I came with a sharp burst of passion that made me sink my teeth into the base of his dick. He didn't even notice.
"Wow!" he sighed, sitting heavily on the floor and looking at his shrinking cock with astonishment. "I knew it was going to feel nice but not that nice! Can we do it again, Wanda? Please?"
"Now you're begging again," I said, wiping the last traces from my chin and licking them off the back of my hand. "Take what you want, Burt, just like you took me before."
"Yeah?" His eyes sparkled again as he ran them over my body and tried to figure out which part to attack next. I sat limply in the chair, momentarily purged of any desire. But then he took his cock in hand and began to stimulate it while gazing directly up my crotch. I couldn't be bothered to close them just then. Mixed feelings welled up in me, guilt, pleasure, worry, and a bunch of others too vague to identify. Should we have done this? It was done.
His hand reached out and caressed the fold in my panties the way a kid fondles a new toy. I shook my head but he took no notice. He wanted it and he was going to take it. I had given him the formula. His stroking grew more impassioned, rubbing the side of his hand against my slit the way he had often done with
Judy in the past. Pretty soon it wasn't a case of not wanting to bother, but of not wanting him to stop. The stiffness of his hand reminded old pussy of cock, and the clitoris was getting the kind of massage it preferred over most other things. My panties were too wet for me to protest effectively, anyway.
Now truant fingers snuck down under the elastic and touched the bare flesh of my cunt lips. Tiny lightning bolts of delight whizzed through my belly and lodged in my throat. What were we getting into here? Burt came closer and rested both his arms on my thighs as he pulled my panties out of the way and peered at my pussy. I shivered, suddenly embarrassed by his naked lust. Or was it a climax that caused the tremor? I couldn't be sure anymore. His nimble fingers rolled the waistband down till my pubic hair was showing. I remained seated and watched him as he seduced me. It was a little like watching a porno movie, only it was my body that was featured, no one else's.
Burt still had on his shirt but it grew too hot for him and he took it off impatiently. Another deep tremor. He looked so sexy naked, like a racer or a stranger, a lover anyway. Next to go were my panties. I didn't miss them. Now my pussy was on full display, his to do with as he wanted. An enquiring finger slipped in between my cunt lips and titillated my clitoris without the softening effect of my panties. I felt a sharp rush of pleasure explode way down in my belly and twisted away involuntarily, making him lose his place. Not to be deterred he helped me to take off the rest of my clothing and then began to work on my second most sensitive parts.
He loved my tits. From the moment he laid hands on them it was true romance. His fingers squeezed them hard and soft, as if he wanted to test their resilience, and his face was close to them, gazing at them with a rapt expression in his eyes. I drew my shoulders back to make them sit up even higher, and looked at them with pride. Round, full, pink-nippled, they made Judy's tits look like beginners. In the soft light of the room my flesh had a lustrous sheen that made my whole body more sensual than I'd ever seen it. And Burt took full advantage of it.
One hand strayed back down to my cunt and fingered it in the schoolboy fashion, one long finger dipping in and out as if I needed any more stimulation to get me hot. I glanced down to see if his cock was lonely, but it was very close to the heart of the action. It towered toward my pussy, bobbing jerkily like a horse that can hardly wait to break out of the starting gates. "Now, Burt," I whispered, "make love to me now. Show me how you do it."
Mr. Ross would have kept me in suspense a little longer. Burt had none of his worldliness. He took me at my word and pulled me forward by both legs so that my ass was off the seat. Then, lining his flushed knob up with my cunt hole, he raised me to the right height and drew me even closer. His cock bumped into my soft, quivering flesh, awkwardly at the beginning, probing for the part of me that would yield. And when he located it he thrust hard and deep, stretching my cunt to its limits and forcing me to cry out sharply in pain. Burt didn't seem to notice, he kept pushing and grunting, ramming his cock up me so hard that my cunt lips folded in and my hairs chafed against the skin of his dick. That only excited him more. His fingers dug into the flesh of my thighs and pulled away to open me up further. All I could do was hold my breath and hope for the pain to go away.
Bus face was twisted with the effort of his quest. In and out, pushing down into me till his cock was buried deep inside me and the fluids generated flowed about his cock. Then my pussy lips were freed and the pain mellowed into a warm, tingling pleasure mild enough to let me catch my breath. He eased off slightly when his cock slid along the walls of my pussy more smoothly, content for the moment to just savor whatever sensations that produced in him. As I watched him I wanted to be him, just for a little while, so I'd be able to experience what he was going through. It felt so nice for me and it was obviously nice for him, but in a very different way.
Then he began to pound his knob right up to my womb and the last thought I had faded away in a red fog of ecstasy. The blow job had taken the edge off his lust, making him a real stayer. He held me in the same position as his cock slurped in and soughed out of my overflowing cunt, and, though it wasn't a very comfortable position, it somehow added to my pleasure. I was in his hands, conquered, and by my own brother! Each time I looked up at his flushed, sweating face it thrilled me. The forbidden fruit was being devoured at full speed.
"How am I doing?" he panted, stopping for a minute with his cock throbbing idly inside me. "Do you have any pointers for me?"
"You might put more pressure on my clitoris," I replied, although it really didn't matter to me right then, "and come in from different angles, that's always nice."
"Like this?" He pushed his pubic bone into the top part of my cunt and jiggled it. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as a gush of bliss filled my mind, and all I could do was nod enthusiastically. He kept it up, pushing without withdrawing his cock, butting me till my tits were bouncing around and my head was rolling on the cusion of the chair, and my insides began to rattle.
"Stop, stop!" I cried, and he did. That's when I realized I didn't want him to stop at all. "Go, go!" At once his cock began to ram me again with quick, short thrusts, pumping me up until I felt bloated with lust. "Keep going, keep going!" The horse was driving the cart before itself. "Yes, yes, yes," I groaned, twisting around to give him more access. Our pubic hair merged into one clump and he showered me with droplets of sweat as he forced the pace. Bang, bang, bang, the reverberations went through my body, and each time he pushed forward he expelled the breath from my lungs. "Unh! Unh!" I heard myself gasp. That sounded silly but I couldn't help it. It was as if his thrusting cock was bumping into my voice box. "Unh! Unh! Oh Burt, fuck fuck fuck! Unh unh unh! That's it, that's it! Ooohh yesssssssssss! A little bit longer . .. unh unh unh!" I reached for him and sank my nails into the flesh of his arms as if to urge him on. "Fuck me, fuck me!" I was out of control, drowning in my juices and brewing desires. I felt as though my head was going to fall off backward and that his cock would forever impale me. "A bit more!" I screamed, twisting and tossing around. "One more, one more!"
A rush of hot sperm suffused my pussy and Burt sank to his knees to fall slowly on top of me. All motion stopped. I was in that twilight zone where ecstasy is almost within reach but just too far away to get at. "Push, Burt!" I whispered hoarsely. "Bring me off!"
"Can't," he gasped. "Tired. Sore."
"Who cares! You have to bring me off, you have to!" I couldn't even get at myself. He was on top of me, inert but for his heavy breathing. By the time he got off me the opportunity for a quick climax was gone. All that was left was a nagging frustration. I wondered if he would make love to me again that evening. We still had plenty of time, and he looked willing enough. I made coffee for us both and sat with him on the carpet before the TV, both of us still naked so that he'd be able to pounce on me the moment he was ready to.
"That was beautiful, Wanda," he said softly once he'd fully recovered himself. "Probably the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me. Can we do it again, often?"
"Tonight's your night," I said.
"But what about later—I mean, tomorrow, the day after...."
"I don't think that's a good idea." It occurred to me that my plan had been to shed my bodyguards, and here was Burt trying to attach himself to me all the more firmly.
"Why not? Didn't you like the way I made love to you?" He looked disappointed and hurt.
"For one thing, brother dear," I said, laying stress on the 'brother,' "the more we'd do it the bigger the chance we'd have of getting caught at it, and you know Jerry or Dad would kill us. For another," and this is where a plan began to form in my mind, "you already have a girlfriend."
"She doesn't like me," he said moodily. "And she certainly won't go to bed with me."
"Oh, won't she? Would you like to make me a little bet on that?"
"Ten dollars says she won't."
"You're on." I got up and dialed Judy's number. "Hello, Judy? It's Wanda. What are you doing? Nothing? Well, why not come over and spend the night. You will? Great, see you soon." I put the phone down and grinned at my brother. "Don't do anything when she comes," I advised him. "When all of us are tucked into our beds, you sneak into the room and then take over."
"She wouldn't come across the other night, why should she consent to sleep with me now?"
"Because you're a better man than you were then."
"That's true." He looked pensive and pleased, and began to look at his watch impatiently. We got dressed and tidied the room up, taking great pains over the removal of the stains of love that had been deposited on the easy chair. When everything had been restored to normal we sat before the TV and waited. The hours crept by.
First our parents came home, then Jerry came back from the game, Will arrived soon after him, and Mason was out for the night. Near midnight the bell rang and Judy presented herself.
I'd already told the other members of the family that she had been visiting friends in the neighborhood and had asked to stay the night with us. My father seemed very pleased to see her again, which surprised me. Usually he was reserved with my friends, or anyone else outside the Fuller clan. But he sat down and talked with her for a while, until my mother suggested it was time for bed. Obediently Judy and I went upstairs and turned off the light.
"I'm glad you asked me over," she whispered as she snuggled up beside me. Neither of us had bothered with nighties. After all, we were bosom pals now. "For a while I thought you might be feeling guilty about what happened between us."
"On the contrary. I really enjoyed it." I had, and did. It was so cozy to be in bed with her, and the nagging frustration made me all the more pleased to have such a good friend. "Have you ever done that before? With a woman, I mean."
"A couple of times," she confessed, "but it was never as nice as it was with you. I love your body, do you know that? It's the finest body I've seen. Boy, I wish I had tits like yours."
"I give them to you," I said, moving up a bit higher so that my nipples brushed her face. Her lips parted and closed around one of them to draw it into her mouth, deeper and deeper, making my flesh balloon into her. At the same time our bodies moved closer together and my hands reached for her ass and that little chubby cunt of hers. It fitted my cupped hand perfectly, just like a kitten, squeezable, warm, a bit moist. She parted her thighs for me and went on sucking my tits, each in its turn, bringing a glow to my chest that spread up and down my body until I found myself throbbing with lust again. How often could I subject myself to sex? I wondered. Wouldn't the time come when I just didn't want any more? Later, perhaps. For the time being, each sexual encounter brought me new and exciting thrills to which my body responded wholeheartedly. I hadn't meant to make love with Judy. Rather, the plan had called for coldness so that she'd be all heated up when Burt came into the room. But I couldn't resist her. She felt so nice next to me, and her sensuality lit me up all over, especially when she treated my tits so generously.
She kept at them like a terrier, suckling, drawing them deep into her mouth, nibbling at the nipples, all done with her exquisite sense of timing. And I stirred a solitary finger around in her tight, virgin cunt hole, opening her up till I could put my thumb inside. With the moist finger I pressed against her asshole until that gave way and I had the Italian grip on her. She seemed to enjoy that as much as I would have. Her hips began to move to get the maximum pleasure out of it and I nipped at the thin dividing wall between her cunt and her asshole, moving my thumb so that the joint of it made contact with her hard, tiny clitoris. I knew how she was feeling when she had to let go of my tits to gulp for breath, and knowing it made me feel what she was going through. Both of us took a small break, during which we prepared ourselves for a real onslaught. I'd forgotten about Burt now. All I wanted was to lie at the entrance to her cunt and sip her delicious juices for the remainder of the night!
We shuffled around until both of us had a pussy in our mouths, and began to eat with relish. Judy stopped a moment later and asked, "How come you taste different tonight? It's like you put salt on it."
"I got laid this evening," I said curtly.
"You mean this is sperm? Yuummmm!" she said, and dived back in. Her sucking was positively obscene for the next minute as she strenuously drew every last scrap of her boyfriend's cream out of my pussy, and then she looked up again to say, "I had no idea it was so tasty! Whose was it, can you tell me?"
"It all tastes the same," I replied, and resumed kissing her chubby little cunt lips, smooth and slippery now with the juices that had poured out of her while she was cleaning the insides of mine.
"That's good to know."
We lay on our sides, eating and munching, pausing only to swallow the long drafts of cunt juice, being stimulated as much as we stimulated, and losing ourselves in the other's body until whatever we did and whatever was done to us became one and the same burning passion. Her moisture was all over my face and hands, I was bathing in it, swimming in it, reveling in it! My tongue rushed along the length of her slit and down to her asshole, penetrating now one hole^then the other, dipping in the way a bee dips into flowers for honey, and then concentrating on that tiny little stub of delight higher up in her cunt, hiding under a tuck of flesh that moved out of the way all too willingly at the approach of my tongue. Powerful currents of joy rushed up from my box, being so royally regaled with her flicking, darting, serpent's tongue that my cunt hole literally yawned in an attempt to swallow her up. The silence of the room was broken only by wet sounds and occasional moans as we drove each other around many bends.
It came as a shock to me, then, when someone grabbed me and pulled me rudely away from my girlfriend. I lay on my back for a moment, gasping like a beached fish and shaking my head to get my brain to work again. It was Burt. I could make out his shape clearly against the light of the window. He towered over Judy and muttered unintelligible words, more to himself than to us. She didn't know who it was and in her confusion she switched on the bedlight. There was Burt, cock at full mast, lust written large all over his face.
"Now you're going to get it, baby," he hissed, pinning her down on her back and mounting her the way a squire might get on his trusty steed. "Here's what you've been waiting for."
"But...!" Judy exclaimed. That was the only word she managed to get out. Burt had already mastered the art of inserting himself, and it was made all the easier by the wet, relaxed state of her pussy. In a second he thrust into her to the very bottom of her cunt, and the only sound she made was a tiny, high-pitched squeal of pain. When Burt's cock emerged partially it was wreathed in blood, but that couldn't stop him. Nor her. The first taste of cock had made a believer out of her.
I got up quickly to close the door and then lay close to them to watch the act of love. It was almost as thrilling to watch it as to do it, especially since I knew the involved organs so intimately. Burt's ass flexed with every reaming thrust and his back was hunched, very strong, driving himself into her body with a power that made me quail. Judy's eyes were wide open at first, a little desperate, as if she was looking for an avenue of escape. But as he continued to fuck her they closed down bit by bit until they were only slightly ajar and only the whites were showing through her long, auburn lashes. Burt had his hands on her tits, mauling them savagely while he fucked her. Since it was his third sexual experience of the day, he was in good shape for her. He applied all I'd taught him and made up a few tricks of his own. His cock plunged into her from high and low, and from both sides, opening her up wider and worrying her clitoris. Then he began to change his tempo, fast, slow, almost coming to a stop, lulling her into a false sense of security, and then barging into her again like cops without a search warrant. Her mouth opened wide in a silent scream of ecstasy and I was witness to her first orgasm with a man. *
Burt had hardly begun. I watched and fingered myself to be a part of it all. It was a little sad really ... I was losing a lover and a girlfriend, but my diary would profit by it. Besides, there was Mr. Ross to be considered. One of my sentinels was in the process of resigning, and I'd managed to overcome the barriers separating me from incestuous acts, so it was far from being a total loss. Will and Mason had to watch their asses from here on in!
Next to me the tangle of arms and legs rolled over. Judy wanted to see if she liked it the other way around. She sat up straight, her ass bobbing over his cock, her hands resting on his chest, her little titties aquiver, and Burt just relaxed for a brief interval. His hands busied themselves with her crotch, tugging at her dark red hairs and sliding into the sopping slit of her little pussy so as to make her lose the beat. She kept at it in spite of his distractions, working harder as her next orgasm approached. I felt a pang of envy as her face contorted in the unmistakable expression of bliss, but it was all for a good cause.
For the finale Burt laid her out on her back and brought her legs up so he could use the backs of her thighs as a springboard for his delivery. By this time I had several fingers lodged in my cunt and my masturbation kept abreast of him as they ascended. Faster and faster, driving every point home, fucking her at a machine-gun pace while I fingered just as fast, the three of us rising, rising, growing more desperate—and then Burt let out a deep grunt, which was the signal we'd waited for. As one Judy and I stiffened, cried out, and collapsed.
Burt went back to his room half an hour later, but not before thanking me for warming his girlfriend up. It never occurred to him that I could have enjoyed myself with her. As soon as the door closed after him I was back in Judy's arms ... but it was farewell love we were making. She'd be visiting us to see Burt from that night on.