Chapter 5
But Willa's urgent pleas did her no good. I couldn't help her. My orgasm, because it'd been delayed so long, I guess, left me in about the same condition as any blubbering idiot. It'd been god-awful intense, nearly blinding, and I lay helplessly on top of my poor wife as she begged me to go on. I tried, but it was no use. My peter went limp and slipped out of her steaming hot pussy as I hunched her halfheartedly.
"I need it, Burt!" she wailed. "Need it something awful!"
"Let me rest. What? What are you doing? Stop it!"
Hands were pulling Willa's arms and legs from around me. I glanced up to see Woody's shadowy figure beside the bed and felt it sag as Anne climbed on it from the other side.
"Roll off, Burt," Anne said excitedly. "Let Woody give her what she needs!"
"Woody?" Willa gasped. "Oh, no! I couldn't!"
"Sure you can, baby," Woody said confidently, helping Anne roll me off Willa.
Willa lay panting, looking up at me with a mixture of lust and fear distorting her lovely face. Then I lost sight of her as I was tugged onto my back beside her feverish body. I guess it all happened in a matter of a second or two, but my mind was in a spin and I couldn't seem to think straight. I was shivering like we'd all suddenly been transported to the North Pole. But I wasn't a damned bit cold; just the opposite! The air in the room turned instantly hot and oppressive and I began to sweat profusely.
"No, Woody ... don't!" I heard Willa gasp.
The bed sagged under the weight of Woody's body.
"Oh, God ... NO!
Willa's voice sounded frantic. It snapped me out of my stupor enough that I realized Woody was getting into position between her legs. The whole room spun dizzily about me. I wanted to stop him yet I didn't. Then I decided I had to for Willa's sake, because she was struggling to keep him from sinking his big cock into her, whimpering and sobbing as she tried to fight him off.
But by the time I'd gathered my senses enough to act, it was too late. Anne had knelt over me and taken my ultra-sensitive peter inside her mouth and was sucking hungrily on it, her tongue whipping maddeningly at my inflamed glans and addling my already numbed brain. I heaved a mournful groan and went limp all over, falling back to the bed as I heard Willa suck in her breath raggedly.
"There, baby," Woody grunted. "That's what you need, isn't it?"
I glanced over, watching in fascinated horror as he hunched the rest of his long prick into my gasping wife.
"Well, isn't it?" Woody demanded.
But Willa couldn't answer. She was shuddering and making noises like, "Hoouu ... ung" but no intelligible words came from her trembling lips.
"You've got it all, Willa," he murmured. "I'm in you right up to the hilt, baby!"
"You ... don't have to ... tell me! " Willa panted.
"You feel it?"
"Even your balls!" she groaned. "Right in the crack of my ass!"
"Does it feel good, honey?"
"Ohhh," she moaned, licking absently at her parted lips.
The bed jiggled as Woody stroked his cock rapidly in and out of my wife's tight cunt, making her sob with joy through her clenched teeth as she flung her head from side to side. Then he stopped screwing her just as abruptly as he'd started.
"Want me to quit? " he asked. "Or are you ready to fuck?"
"I ... I ... I..."
"Say it, sweetheart. Tell me to take it out and I will."
"No! I mean yes..."
I didn't move a muscle. I couldn't. All my power was being sucked into my dick, which was like steel again what with Anne sucking it so wildly and my wife lying right there beside me with her tight pussy stuffed full of Woody's hard cock. I could tell she loved it, but her conscience was giving her fits and she couldn't make up her mind what to tell Woody.
" ... oh, you bastard," she finally groaned. "Why'd you wait till now to ask me?"
"I wanted the odds in my favor," he chuckled.
"It isn't funny! Burt ... he's right here!" Willa hissed, turned her face toward me. Her eyes were large and shimmery as she looked questioningly into mine. "Aren't you gonna do anything? He's fucking me, Burt! Aren't you going to stop him?"
"You don't mind, do you, Burt?" Woody asked. "Since my wife is going down on you, you don't care if I go ahead and fuck Willa now that I've got it in her, do you? I think she wants me to."
For a dumfounded moment I stared at them like a complete fool.
"Burt?" Willa whined, her face contorted with raging need.
"Jesus! Do you want him to, Willa?" I croaked.
As I was speaking, Woody again started thrusting his cock at her, making it hard for her to speak.
"Mmm ... yes, but -- ohhh! Burt! Goddamn it, Burt! Either make him quit or tell me it's all right! I can't take this!"
"It's up to you, pal," Woody said, going right on throwing the meat to my breathless wife. "Anne and I think the world of you kids. Wha'da'ya say? Is it a swap?"
Willa's hands jerked up and she started to throw her arms around his back. Then she shut her eyes and let her arms fall weakly back to the bed, grunting as he hunched in extra hard and jolted her entire body.
"Say something, damn it!" Woody snapped, leaving his cock full into her, grinding his pelvis at her.
It sounded like she was crying, but I knew it wasn't because he was hurting her. She makes those same noises when I flip the mouth of her womb with the head of my dick. I knew that's what he was doing, and I was getting almost the same sensation as Anne held my blood-engorged cockhead in her mouth and thumped it incessantly with the tip of her hot tongue.
"Burt!" Willa groaned. "Tell him yes, darling! Tell him yes or go to hell ... because I need it!"
"Fuck her," I rasped. "Go on ... give it to her!"
"Oh, darling," Willa sighed. "I do love you, but Woody-ung-has the-mmmm-nicest cock!"
"Better than mine?" I asked fearfully.
"No ... not better ... that's not wh-what I-ohhh-mean! "
"I understand," I told her, not entirely sure I really did but not wanting to take any pleasure from her by having her try to explain. She doesn't talk or think too well while she's getting hosed, since her nature is to put everything she has into it. And Woody was really pounding away, jostling the bed with the force of his rapid thrusts.
"Woody! Oh, you darling man!"
I lay there with Anne sucking my dong for all she was worth, watching with fascination as my wife threw her arms around him. She brought up her legs till the soles of her feet were almost level with her butt, opening her knees wide apart and moving with him.
"That's it, baby," Woody panted. "Hunch me! Throw that sweet cunt up at met"
"Yessss ... never dreamed w-we really would!"
"Is it good, Willa?"
"Un-huh!"
"You're terrific, honey. So tight and hot! Damn, your puss is sweet!"
"Fuck it! Fuck my sweet puss, daddy! My husband doesn't mind if you fuck it all night, do you, Burt, honey?"
"I guess not," I mumbled. "I must not mind too much, since I'm layin' right here watching him do it."
"He's fuckin' me good, Burt ... real good I"
"I'm glad you're enjoying it," I said stupidly.
"Oh, I am, Burt! Woody's great! Hey, tell me what do you f-feel watching us?"
"I think I like it."
"He likes it, Woody ... isn't that wonderful?"
"Sure, baby."
"Does it excite you to see Woody giving it to me, Burt?"
"Damn right' I don't know which excites me more, watching you and Woody have at it or the way Anne is blowing me!"
"Anne's sucking you?" Willa gasped. "My God, I forgot all about Anne!"
I'd never heard my wife talk so damned much while she was making love. And they were making love, not losing a stroke as they talked. The bed wasn't still for even a split-second. It was nutty as all get out, them screwing and Anne going down on me, the, three of us jabbering away and Anne punctuating our conversation with wet slurps and happy sucking sounds. It was a totally new feeling for me, like a dam bursting and flooding us all four with a wonderful kind of togetherness. I wondered if I was the only one that felt the warmth of our new relationship when Woody, still pumping his cock at Willa, said:
"I'm glad you wouldn't go to a separate room with me, aren't you, Willa? Look at all the love we would've missed!"
"Me too!" Willa shouted. "I think I'm gonna come ... isn't this wonderful, Burt?"
"We'll do it again," I cried.
"Often!" Anne cried, lifting her mouth from my throbbing dick just long enough to say that one word, then engulfing it again and sucking so hard I could feel her cheeks forming around my shaft.
"Oh, God!" Willa yelped. "I am gonna come ... hold my hand, Burt! Hold my hand!"
Her chest heaving with the nearness of orgasm, Willa took her arm from around Woody and reached out for my hand. The feeling in my guts was brand-new, and word's can't adequately describe it, but it was sort of like torture. It hurt but felt terribly good at the same time. I don't guess you can possibly know what I mean unless you've watched your own wife being thoroughly screwed by another man till she's plunging blissfully into a gasping climax, and then you still wouldn't know unless you really love her with all your heart, like I do Willa.
I took her trembling hand and locked my fingers through hers. The strength in her slender fingers at that moment surprised me. Looking directly into my eyes, moaning and throwing her cunt up to meet Woody's hammering dick, she gripped my hand fiercely and held on for dear life. She was sweating too. Her palm was moist and slippery as I squeezed back at her hand and gazed through the semidarkness into her lust-racked face. I noticed she was biting her lower lip quite hard, and her eyes, those big limpid brown eyes, were narrowed down till she was peering at me through mere slits.
"Ohhh, Burt!" she moaned.
"Is it good, baby?" I couldn't help asking. I could see by her face it was, but something deep inside me longed to hear her say it.
"Won ... der ... ful!" she cried. "Mmmm ... ohhh ... darling Burt ... darling Woody! "
"Come, baby!" I rasped. "Come!"
"Starting to! Now!"
Woody lowered his face and kissed her, pressing his mouth to her parted lips and sticking his tongue in deep.
I knew she was coming because I could feel her fingers clenching with the same rhythm her vagina takes when it goes through that long series of orgasmic contractions. When Willa comes she comes all over, and her climax usually lasts about twice as long as any girl I've ever known.
It looked and sounded very intense, even for her. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked frantically on Woody's tongue, her eyes clamped tightly shut now that her moment had arrived, her entire body jerking out of control under him as he kept slamming the cock to her. She was whimpering all muffled and wet-like into his mouth, her nostrils widely dilated as she sucked air through them and rocked her face against his.
At the peak of her climax she went limp, letting her legs fall weakly to the sides. Her nearest thigh fell over mine, feeling all damp and cool and smooth. Even her lips grow cool when she comes, because, I think, all the blood leaves the rest of her rushes to her sexual organs, which are fantastically hot at that moment. But she wasn't finished and I knew it. Going limp means she's totally consumed with a joy so great that I almost envy her. I think it's better for her at that second than it ever has been or ever can be for me.
For a split-second I hated Woody. He was giving, my wife the ultimate pleasure, and before that instant I'd been the only one to share it with her. There was no doubt in my mind they were sharing. I knew what Woody should be feeling right then, because when Willa's body goes limp and cool on the outside, her vagina is dancing and spasming wildly on the inside. But the fool wasn't taking advantage of it! He was still pumping his big prick in and out of her fluttering cunt fast and hard.
"Slam it home, Woody!" I heard myself cry. "Push in to the hilt and leave it deep in her!"
"Huh?" he grunted, lifting his mouth from Willa's and looking dazedly at me.
"Do it, goddamn it!" I hissed, unwinding my fingers from Anne's coppery hair and putting my hand on his pistoning rump. Listening to my wife's broken sobs, I shoved down on his ass and sent his, cock ramming deep into her sweat-soaked belly. "There! Feel it? Do you feel it?"
"Oh, Christ!" he yelped.
"Do you like that?" I asked him, taking my hand off his tensed buttocks, because I knew he wasn't about to start thrusting again soon, and putting it high up on my wife's twitching thigh.
"A milker ... she's a milker," he gasped holding in all the way and grinding his pelvis at hers. "Jesus ... I've heard of sucking cunts but I never believed it till now. Willa ... oh you sweet, sweet girl!"
I doubt she heard him because she goes blind and deaf for several seconds right at the top of her come, where she was then. I don't know what made me do it, but I couldn't resist running my hand up her thigh till my fingertips were playing over their joined organs.
But I was glad I did when I felt them. It thrilled me to the very core of my being. Her pussy lips were swollen and hot, very slick from all the juice her glands had given off so freely. For a second 1 rubbed her nearest hair-covered lip, wondering at the unusual slipperiness of it. Then it dawned on me. Part of the thick fluid oozing from her body was mine. Woody's prick, though barely longer and thicker than mine, filled my wife's small vagina so full it was forcing the massive load of come I'd shot in her to wash out around the base of his shaft.
A bomb went off in my head at the lewdness of it. It hadn't dawned on me till that instant, but my wife was being gang-banged! She'd taken me on and drained me completely, and now she had every inch of Woody's cock stuck in her heaving belly, his sperm about to gush into her and mix with mine, if his harsh breathing and deep moans were any indication.
Feeling suddenly dizzy with the extreme eroticism of what we were doing, I forced my forefinger and thumb around the pulsing base of his cock. His hairy balls rubbed intimately over the back of my hand as I tried to caress both his dick and my wife's cunt. Somehow my third finger wound up pressed to the first knuckle in her tight asshole
But this time Willa didn't object in the least. In fact, I could hear her gasping all the more, as she screwed her butt at my finger in an effort to get yet more of it inside her winking brown hole.
Her unexpected reaction spurred me on. To give her more finger I had to let go of the thick base of Woody's organ and wiggle my hand a little. Then, when I had the full length of my third finger up her butt, including the wedding band she'd bought me, his heavy nuts plopped right in the palm of my hand.
I thought I'd scream right out loud. Anne's mouth was going like crazy on my cock, her wet slurps filling the air as she coaxed the sperm from my tight nuts. Willa's anus grabbed harshly at my finger. as her vagina worked happily at Woody's fully inserted dick. My time had arrived, and the way Woody's balls were lifting from my palm of their own accord I knew his had, too.
"Willa!" I gasped, moving my face to hers and locking our mouths wetly together.
She was in the final stages of her soul-rending orgasm, the last weak spasms. Her lips felt cool and slick as they slid over mine and her tongue shot deep into my mouth.
I sucked my wife's tongue almost as rapaciously as Anne was sucking my twitching cock. Then I exploded, my rod jerking inside Anne's wonderful mouth, sending a mass of hot semen spurting into her throat. I heard her gurgle contentedly as she gulped down every jet of my second load.
While I was still blowing come into his wife's mouth, Woody sort of whinnied horse-like and began tonguing my wife's ear as he shot his load deep into her soft belly. It must have been forceful, from the way Willa started quivering all over and whimpering into my mouth. And the way her tongue suddenly went wild, licking all over my inner cheeks and the roof of my mouth, trying to dart all the way down my throat, I knew the head of Woody's throbbing organ was pressed right into the sensitive mouth of her womb, expelling his hot come in powerful spurts right into her most feminine organ.
I nearly passed out when I dimly recalled Willa saying she was out of pills that morning at breakfast. She was slap-dab in the middle of her monthly cycle and Woody and I'd both fucked her bareback, his come still hitting into her as she sobbed with pure delight. A sickening sensation swept over me as Anne slurped off my limbering dong and jumped gaily on top of all three of us. Joyously she hugged and kissed us, but I couldn't share her mood, much as I wanted to. I took my mouth from Willa's and looked into her pleasure-racked face. She was more beautiful at that moment than I'd ever seen her, and I couldn't have loved her more, even though I was being torn apart inside by the knowledge that she simply had to be pregnant by now. But which of us had knocked her up? That's what gnawed at my guts!
"Willa! " I snapped.
"Ohhh ... mmm," was all she could say.
I jerked my finger from her tight asshole and brought up my hand. "Willa"' I shouted, slapping her face quite hard.
She yelled and turned her head.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" Anne barked shrilly.
"Look, old man," Woody threatened, holding up his arm as if to ward off a blow. "None of this bullshit! You already gave your consent... so knock it off! Slap Willa again and me and you'll have at it!"
"He's a mental case," Anne groaned.
"Will both of you kindly shut up? I've got to ask my wife a very important question!"
"You're not mad at what happened?" Anne asked.
"No, damn it. I'm not mad. Hell fire, I've never enjoyed anything so much in my life! But Willa was out of pills this morning!"
Woody looked as worried as I did at the news, but Anne nearly doubled up laughing and I could hear Willa starting to cackle too
"It isn't funny!" I growled.
"Hell no," Woody seconded. "Jesus ... she might be pregnant right this minute!"
He jerked his dong out of her and he and I both stared at the mass of sperm which followed it. Anne had climbed from the bed and turned the lamp on just a second earlier, so the sight was plain to our blinking eyes. Willa laughed all the harder at the expressions on mine and Woody's faces, and each time her stomach bucked with laughter another wave of our mixed sperm washed out and trickled down the crack of her ass.
"I don't think I ought to tell them," Willa said, trying to control her laughter as she looked up at Anne.
"You'd better, honey, or the party's over," Anne said, grinning back at Willa. "They're so shook neither of them will be able to get another hardon if you don't. And I ain't had mine yet, remember?"
Willa sobered enough to say, "Relax. I stopped by the drug store on the way to work this morning and got more pills."
"And I saw her take one as soon as she came in," Anne added.
I sighed. I know I did because it was so loud I could hear it myself. When I glanced at Woody, I saw the relieved expression wash over his face.
"God, I thought we'd really fouled things up," he muttered.
Willa sat up and hugged us both. Then, smiling, she lay back and accepted the lit cigarette Anne offered her, took a deep drag from it, exhaled sighingly, then said in a very contented voice, "I knew Woody would be at me every chance he got this weekend ... just like he has been all along. And I knew I'd give in to him sooner or later. I've wanted him from that first night they came to our place ... can I say that now, Burt?"
I patted her thigh. "Sure, darling."
"But I didn't want his baby," she grinned. "So I came prepared for sex."
"Well, I'll be damned!" Woody exclaimed.
"It's been the same with Burt and I," Anne volunteered, bending to kiss my cheek as she gave me a lit cigarette.
"I'm glad," Willa sighed. "We've never had such good friends as you and Woody! Isn't this something! Didn't everything turn out just great?"
"No regrets?" Woody asked, looking from Willa to me.
"Huh-uh!" Willa breathed. "It was too good for that!" She smiled sweetly at me. "You don't have any regrets, do you, darling?"
I grinned and shook my head.
"Want to brush my hair?" she teased.
"I'd rather watch Woody fuck you again," I answered sheepishly.
"That turned you on even more, didn't it, darling?"
I nodded, both of us ignoring Anne as she asked why we were talking about hair at a time like that.
Willa winked at me. "Shall I tell her?"
"Too personal," I said. "That's ours alone."
Willa patted the bed beside her and as I scooted up to lie down next to her, I had to fight back the sudden impulse to kiss her messy cunt. Then we were all four on the bed, lying there smoking and talking, Woody on one side and Anne on the other, with Willa and I in the middle.
Willa has just found me out. I've been writing this book on weekday mornings, when she's working and I'm not. She's very angry about it, threatening to divorce me if I don't burn what I've written so far and forget the whole thing. I may have to do as she demands, because I love her too much to let this come between us, but I'm trying to talk her out of it.