Bess, Bill, and Barney!
By Becet.
We were finally approaching the turnoff to my brother’s place, so I sped up, pulled beside the truck,, and honked to thank you. He honked back, I thought to say you’re welcome, but it was then that I realized my wife’s tits were still out there for anyone to see, and from his vantage point, the truck driver had a perfect view. My wife woke up with all the commotion, smiled at me, and asked, “What’s up.”
I told her I was just saying thank you to the truck driver for helping us get through the storm. She looked out the window and saw the truck driver smiling down at her. It was then she realized her top was wide open. I thought she was going to kill me, but she just glared at me, then smiled and stuck out her chest and waved goodbye to the truck driver. What a sight he had especially in this storm. I started to speed away and then took the exit to my brother’s house.
I said, “Wow, you looked like you enjoyed showing off.”
She said, “You better be careful. If it wasn’t so bad out there, I might have got you to pull over.”
That caught me off guard, and she must have noticed because she just laughed, punched me in the arm, and said it would serve me right after showing her off like that. Feeling somewhat assured, I pulled into my brother’s driveway. We got our luggage from the car and headed up to the house and what a house it was. Five bedrooms, a games room, and an indoor pool, but best of all, there was a 75-inch 4K TV, perfect for tonight’s Super Bowl game; this would be a great week.
My brother Bill, his wife Donna, and their big Lab Barney greeted us at the door. Barney was a very big dog but very playful and well-trained. I asked Bill how he would ever get to the airport in this snow. He just laughed and said his new Jeep could get through anything. He said he had just checked, and his flight had not been canceled. They said their goodbyes, and they were off to the Bahamas. I was jealous.
There was an hour until kickoff, so I checked out my brother’s well-stocked bar. He even had Johnny Walker’s Blue Label scotch, my wife just loves that stuff, and it gets her super horny. If I kept her glass full, the chances were good I could get her to do just about anything by the time the game was over. I poured us both a full glass on the rocks and got some chips and pretzels. I cranked up the big TV and turned on the pregame show.
I asked Bess if she would come and watch, but she said, “I’ll be lucky to watch the end of the game, let alone the pregame show.” She turned and grabbed her drink and the rest of the bottle, and as she left the room, she said, “I’m going to relax in the hot tub.”
Boy, was I tempted to record the game, but I knew my son would call as soon as the game ended, and I would find out the score. Watching the game will give her more time to get in the proper frame of mind. When I say frame of mind, I mean the total lack of judgment that could make for one exciting night.
After the first half ended, I went to get another shot of scotch before the start of the second-half kickoff. I went looking for the scotch and Bess in the hot tub. I found them both in the hot tub, and the funny thing was that they were both half gone. I got the bottle and started to pour myself a drink; I looked at my wife and thought oh my god, does she ever look horny. Her eyes were on fire, her nipples stood erect, about a half inch, straight out, and I guess she must have brought along her dildo because I could see about 4 inches sticking out of her pussy, and the dildo was a ten incher.
She said, “Why don’t you come and make an honest woman of me.”
I was getting very hard by this point; my six-inch cock must be about a half-inch longer than normal and hard as a rock. I wanted to stay, but I also wanted to see the end of the Super Bowl game. I told her, “You just keep that frame of mind, and I’ll be back at the end of the game.”
She pouted and said, “Never mind the game; I have something much better than a football game.”
I replied, “That may be true, but this is the Super Bowl; it’s not just any game.”
“Well, hurry back because I might be finished by then,” she said.
I knew at that point tonight was only going to get better. I sat down just in time for the second-half kickoff and was just getting into this game when this Greek goddess entered the room. She was naked with a bottle of scotch in one hand and her ten-inch dildo in her other. What a vision, her nipples were so hard they could cut diamonds, and her pussy was red and swollen. Undoubtedly, from the workout out, it got in the hot tub.
She looked at me and purred, “Now, wouldn’t you rather go where Bill here is going to go instead of watching that game.”
“Yes,” I said, “I would love to go where you’re going to put Bill, but I definitely would not be able to concentrate on the game.”
I just figured if I held her off I could watch two shows for the price of one. Pouting, she sat on the couch opposite of me and started playing with her outer lips, both with her fingers and Bill.
Now, at this time, I should explain about the dildo and why she calls it ‘Bill.’ About three summers ago, my brother, Bill, and I were getting changed in the cabana by his pool when Jill walked in, not knowing we were there. Her jaw almost hit the floor when she saw him. Bill was at least an inch longer and softer than I was hard. She blushed terribly but stuttered and stammered a little too long for my liking, while her eyes never left his penis. Bill never even tried to cover up, but it was only when he started getting hard did she finally managed to tear her eyes away and leave.
I said to Bill, “What the fuck, you’re getting hard while my wife looks at your penis?”
He smiled and said, “Don’t you know I’d tap that in a minute if she’d let me? She’s gorgeous.”
I just laughed and punched him in the arm, then dropped it, but that comment and my wife’s reaction to seeing Bill sure had many fantasies flying through my mind for years to come. I even brought up the topic, more than once, about her having sex with another man, which she would always brush off as ridiculous, but boy, did we have hot sex on those nights. However, I digress. That is how she came to name her ten-inch dildo after my brother Bill.
After just teasing herself and me, she started to insert her dildo into her pussy. Slowly at first, but soon picking up the pace. At the same time, she was calling out, “Oh, Bill, you are fabulous, but we should not be doing this in front of my husband, at least without asking him to join us. Do you want to join us?”
I continued watching the game; at least, I pretended I was watching the game as she went back to pleasuring herself. She was getting into it, jamming that fat ten-inch dildo in and out of her pussy as she was rubbing her clit with total abandon. I could tell, by the volume level and the look of sheer pleasure on her face, that she was getting ready to come and come hard. I wasn’t disappointed; about one minute later, she let out an ear-piercing scream and started cumming like gangbusters.
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She was always a squirter, but this was something else. I’m just glad that she was sitting on a leather couch. All at once, the dog, Barney, came bounding into the room, barking. He must have been investigating the scream he heard. Bess and I just looked at each other and started laughing. Seeing us laughing, Barney started wagging his tail; he must have figured everything was OK. He looked at me sitting on one couch and Bess splayed out on the other, legs wide open and cum everywhere. Then, he started sniffing the air, wondering where that odor originated. He then looked back at Bess and started walking towards her.
“Oh no, you don’t,” I cried as I cut him off at the pass and dragged him out of the room.
I took him to the back door and let him out to do his business. Then I returned to the TV room, but Bess wasn’t there. I went to the game room, and there she was, sitting on the sofa just as she was in the TV room; her legs were wide open, both feet on the floor, and her lips were puffy and glistening from all the pleasure she had given herself. Bill was still jammed up her pussy, but she was fast asleep. I was ready to drop my pants and introduce her to the hardest six-inch cock the world has ever seen, but I still wanted to watch the rest of the game. I thought, great, just stay like that until the games are over, then I can have some fun.
I went back to the TV room to watch the game; I just started getting into the game when I remembered the dog was still outside. I entered the kitchen, got the dog his food, and let him in. He came bounding into the house, sending snow flying in many directions, and went right to his food bowl. I left the dog and returned to watch my game, which had been in my team’s favor. I thought great and started getting into the game. I don’t know how much time had passed, sitting there watching the game, but suddenly, I heard this piercing scream from my wife.
I jumped up and ran to the game room, only to almost be knocked head over tea kettle by Barney as he ran out of the game room. Uh oh, I thought this couldn’t be good. I entered the room, and Bess was sitting right where I left her, except she clutched her legs with a stricken look.
“What Happened,” I cried.
She said, “I’m not sure. I dreamed that you gave me the best head I have ever had. I was getting ready to cum when I realized that it was not a dream and it was not you. I woke up and looked down, and the dog was going to town, with his tongue giving me this mind-blowing sex. That’s when I screamed, and as I screamed, I had this conscious altering climax.”
I could see the tears welling up in her eyes, so I went over and sat down beside her, held her, consoling her, telling her it was all right. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and sobbed, “But I just had sex with a dog.”
“Not intentionally. You thought you were dreaming.” I said, “When you realized it was the dog, you screamed, and he hightailed it out. That orgasm was not officially the dogs; you were dreaming it was me.”
She looked at me and said, “Thank you, honey.”
Just then, the dog peeked around the corner. My wife started to laugh. He looked like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. Before long, we were both howling. She said, “You had better put the dog in the other room. I can’t believe that a dog sexually assaulted me.”
Shit, I thought, it wasn’t that I could condone what the dog did, giving my wife a pleasure that was for me alone, but he was a dog and didn’t know better, and I hoped I could see the dog licking her pussy. Just thinking about what just happened had my cock harder than it had ever been in my entire life, even as a teenager.
I said, “Ah, look at that face, let him stay. He’s learned his lesson, and besides, I’m here now.”
She just glared at me and gave me that you better be right look. She said, “Fine, Barney can stay, but I’m getting dressed.”
“Don’t do that,” I said, “don’t you want to see who gives better head, the dog or me? Besides, the dog needs to be here in the case of a tie.”
“OK,” my wife said, laughing, “let’s see who gives better head, you or the dog.”
“Just remember, you better be good, or the dog gets to break the tie.”
I was on my knees in a flash and started giving her head with wild abandon. I was concentrating on her clit, with my tongue as I kept pumping her pussy with Bill, who just happened to still be in her pussy. All I could think about was her comment about the dog breaking the tie. Was she serious? Would my wife give the dog another chance? Boy, I wish I could only have seen it the first time. Just then, I could sense my wife was ready to cum, again. Sensing an opportunity, I stopped giving her head, jumped up, and said, “OK, who was better—the dog or me.”
She was stunned and couldn’t believe I had left her on the edge like that. With a sarcastic tone, she stated, “If you don’t get down there and finish me now, it definitely will be the dog.” I decided to call her bluff and moved from between her legs. She cried, “Get down there now and finish what you started.”
I looked at her and said, “Technically, I didn’t start it.”
She started getting frustrated and said, “If you don’t get down here now, God, I will get the dog to finish me.”
I smiled at her and said, “Yeah, right, not in a thousand years.”
I could tell she was starting to get mad. If I did not get down and satisfy her now, I might be going to bed with a worldly case of blue balls. Just as I was getting ready to move, she called out, “Here, boy, come on, boy,” as she patted her pussy.
I was speechless as I watched the dog slowly cross the room. I couldn’t believe it. Was this going to happen right here in front of me? I didn’t know whether or not to stop this. I didn’t want to, but my wife was going to have sex with the dog willingly this time. I was lost in my thoughts. The dog got closer. Bess was laying back on the sofa, legs splayed wide open with her pussy there for anyone or thing to take advantage of it. She was a goddess who was about to have sex with a dog. I looked at my wife and smiled when all of a sudden, Bess cried, “You son of a bitch, you’re not going to stop this, are you? OK, if that’s what you want, but remember, you can’t undo this.”
She was so mad I was sure she was going to go through with it now. She called the dog again, this time with a finger swooshing around in her pussy, to make sure the dog got her scent. The dog came closer; what was I going to do? Should I stop the dog, get down on my knees, and give her what better be more than just beg for mercy or let this go on and deal with the fallout tomorrow? My cock was harder than it’s ever been in my life, even harder than when I was thirteen, and I hid in my brother’s closet as he plowed his girlfriend with that big dick of his.
I guess I wouldn’t stop this, so I might as well enjoy it. The dog was inches from Bess’s pussy. She looked at me and said, “Really,” but she seemed excited as she said it.
I stood there transfixed; I couldn’t move; I had never been this excited in my whole life. The dog reached Bess’s pussy. The smell of sex was everywhere; even Bess was transfixed in what was about to happen. The dog lapped at my wife’s pussy, starting at her shame, moving through her folds and right across her little solider, which by now was right out of her hood and standing at attention. Bess started shuddering uncontrollably. When the dog lapped at Bess the second time, she instantly came with a force I had never witnessed before. This only caused the dog to lap at Bess even faster, and she just kept cumming.
The Dog was now not only reaming her pussy with every lick but also her anus; I couldn’t believe how turned on she was; she never let me anywhere near her anus and how turned on I was. I dropped my pants and started yanking on the hardest cock I’ve ever had. It was fantastic. This went on for about five minutes when, all of a sudden, Bess let out an ear-piercing scream and passed out. I came over and pulled the dog by his collar. There were juices everywhere. The dog started whining, so I let him clean up his beautiful mess.
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Bess came to and screamed, “That was wonderful, but please make him stop.”
I pulled the dog off again, and he went and sat in the corner. I returned to my wife and jokingly said, “So, which of us was better.”
She just looked at me and said, “When you get a four-inch tongue, come back and ask that question again.”
I laughed, but she just smiled; she was too exhausted to laugh. Just then, she noticed my rock-hard cock and said, “Did I cause that?”
“You sure did,” I replied.
“Have I ever told you my motto?” she asks. “If I ever make anything that hard, I’ll ride it home.”
I just looked at her and said, “I love you.”
Then I jumped between her legs and rammed my rock-hard cock up her pussy right to the hilt. I was like a madman. I just kept ramming her, my balls slapping on her ass. I was in heaven. I could feel myself getting ready to cum, my balls were contracting, and I could feel that tingling sensation. Then I remembered my wife wasn’t on the pill. We had been discussing kids and figured it was best to go off the pill and just use condoms until we decided it was time. In all this excitement, I had forgotten all about a condom and was about to blast a big wad of cum right into her womb; at least to me, that’s how it felt.
I decided at the last instant to pull out and told Bess so. As I pulled out my cock, it was so hard it slapped my belly just as I shot my first big load. It hit me square on my chin. Bess started laughing, but that was short-lived as the next load shot right up her nose and then continued to cover her tits and belly with the most cum I had ever had in my entire life. I kissed her, tasting my cum as I did, but after all we had been through tonight, I could live with that. I hugged her and told her she was the sexiest woman on the face of the planet.
I eventually rolled off her and took a deep breath. It was then I looked across the room at the dog, which by now was licking its cock in the corner. I couldn’t believe the size of it. It had to be at least eight inches long and twice as wide as mine. All I could imagine was Bess riding that cock. I started getting hard again, just thinking about the possibilities. Bess, noticing my cock getting hard again, smiled and said, “Did I cause that?”
I looked at her and uttered, “Huh?”
“Remember my motto,” she said.
I said, “No, remind me.”
She said, “If I were to cause something to get that hard, then I am going to ride it all the way home.”
“Do you mean that,” I said.
“I think it would be cruel to leave anything in that state and not do my best to give it all the pleasure I possibly can. That could cause irreparable harm,” she said.
I smiled at her, then pointed to the dog and said, “Did you cause that?”
She looked at the dog and just gulped. She had never seen a cock that big in her entire life. She had, but Bill was not yet fully hard when she saw his. The dog’s cock had to be eight inches long and at least three wide.
“You can’t be serious?” she groaned.
“So much for your motto,” I replied. “I guess you can be cruel.”
She laughed, punched me in the arm, and said, “Be careful what you wish for. Remember, I already had mind-blowing sex with him.”
My mind was swirling. Was Bess now contemplating screwing the dog too. “I dare you,” I said.
“Oh my god, you want to see screw the dog,” she cried.
“Not before blowing him first,” I replied.
Figured, at this point, what do I have to lose?
She said, “What if he hurts me? What if I try to run? I don’t think I could just lay there; I would be too scared to stay.”
I replied, “Well if you blow him first, you can see how aggressive he is without being in a precarious position.”
“OK,” she said.
I couldn’t believe she was talking about doing this. This is great. I called the dog over and got it up on the couch. Bess got on the floor in front of him. His cock was leaking precum like crazy.
“He’s already cumming,” she said.
“No, that’s just precum. It’s there to make penetration easier,” I answered.
She slowly reached out and grasped his cock at the base. “What’s that?” she asked.
Pointing to the tennis ball-sized lump at the base of his cock. If I tell her what that is, that will end everything. Thinking quickly, “That’s to stop everything from going inside you.”
This seemed to satisfy her because she moved her head only mere inches from his cock, then flicked her tongue at the tip of his cock, licking some of the precum, and smiled. She then licked the entire length of his cock. I can’t believe my wife was going to suck off a dog. She was right; I had better be careful what I wished. I guess the precum didn’t taste that bad because she just gulped about four inches of his cock right down her throat. She was now actually sucking off a dog, and I loved it.
The dog started humping my wife’s face like crazy. I couldn’t believe it. I could see his cock in her throat; she never did that for me. I guess the dog was humping so hard she didn’t have a choice but to suck in six to seven inches straight down her throat. All of a sudden, she pulled off his cock.
“What’s wrong,” I asked.
“I have to fuck that cock, now,” she exclaimed.
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“OK,” I said, feeling a little jealous, but this was just a dog, and I was the only man she would fuck. Therefore, I ran and got the ottoman. I told her to kneel in front of it and then lie down on top of it. She seemed frightened but did what I asked. The dog walked over to Bess, started licking her entire pussy again, this time starting at the clit through her labia, right up her cunt, then on to her little-puckered hole, and reamed that for good measure. Bess was in Heaven. Barney must have sensed she was ready because he jumped up on her back and started thrusting, trying to find that little bit of doggie nirvana.
Suddenly, Bess screamed, “Get him off of me!”
I quickly grabbed the dog by the collar and pulled him off her. I don’t know who was more disappointed, the dog or me. I asked Bess, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m too scared,” she said. “I keep moving when Barney thrusts at me, and it hurts.”
“Do you want to stop,” I asked.
“No, but is there some way you can tie me down so I can’t move,” she asked.
“I love you,” I said as I ran upstairs to get some of my brother’s ties.
I got downstairs and told her to take the same position on the ottoman. She did, and I tied her arms securely to the ottoman, then I spread her legs, kissed her cunt, then tied her knees to the other end of the ottoman. I still had one tie left, so I figured, OK, I’ll fulfill one more fantasy. I told her I was going to blindfold her so she couldn’t tell if it was the dog or me fucking her. Therefore, I tied the blindfold on and asked if she was ready. She told me she was, so I called the dog over. You could tell he was excited his cock was almost touching his chest.
He approached Bess’s pussy, sniffing the air as he got closer. He gave her a long lick, and she giggled. She said, “Oh, you did get a four-inch tongue.”
I laughed and told her, “You’ll get more than my new four-inch tongue. You should see what you’ll get because it’s not far away.”
Barney licked her again, and the cum train was starting all over again. He kept licking, and she kept cumming. He stopped licking and jumped up on her back. She could feel his fur on her back and her ass, but it was that long hard rod that she was dying to feel. The dog grasped her around the hips, and if she felt restricted by the binds around her arms and knees, she was immobilized now. He jabbed at her once, and his cock slid right through her labia, hitting her clit. This almost sent her over the edge; she kept calling his name, Barney, Barney, oh Barney. His next thrust almost hit her anus.
She was crying. “Please don’t let Barney put that up my ass.”
Not that there was anything I could do about it at this point. The next thrust hit Bess right between the anus and her vagina. She started to cry and yelled, “Get him off me, get him off meeeee.”
I looked behind her and Saw that Barney had buried the whole eight-inch cock right up to the hilt. Now, he was hammering her in what seemed like two times per second. She was screaming, but incoherently now, and it had nothing to do with getting him off me. She cried. I have never felt so full in my entire life; I think he is penetrating my cervix. Bess kept getting pile-driven repeatedly for about five minutes. Then she says, “The knot must be working because I can feel it continually hitting my outer lips but is not letting his whole cock enter me.”
I looked again to see this for myself and almost fainted. That tennis ball-sized knot was now a softball size, and my wife was, although she didn’t know it at the time, stretching to accommodate it. Barney plowed into her about three more times before the knot slipped inside my wife. She let out a huge scream and said it hurt, but it was lodging itself right against her g-spot. She was now receiving more sensations than she had ever felt before. The dog had slowed down his assault on my wife’s cunt, but she was still full. She said he was definitely in her womb now.
All of a sudden, she went white and started shuddering. I asked, “What’s wrong?”
She said, “He’s cumming, and it’s so hot, it’s going right into my womb, and he’s not stopping. I’m so full, it’s amazing.”
After about a minute, the dog finally stopped cumming, and Bess looked none the worse for wear. Suddenly, Barney spun around, and Bess screamed, “What the hell is he doing? It feels like he’s pulling me inside out.”
“It’s just the knot, but it would shrink,” I said. “I just don’t know how long it would take.”
She said, “Isn’t there some way to speed up the process.”
“Maybe cold water could work.”
“Go and get some and quickly.”
So I ran to the kitchen for a pail and cold water. When I got to the kitchen, my heart sank. Lights were in the driveway, and my brother and his wife were home. Their flight must’ve been canceled, and now they’re going to find me naked, and my wife tied to the dog. I quickly ran to the TV room and got my pants. I just put them on when I heard the front door open. I went to the front door and feigned surprise that they were home. I asked them, “What happened? Why are you home?”
Donna answered, “Our flight was canceled, and Steve McQueen over here wouldn’t get a hotel room; he just had to drive home. I still don’t know what his rush was. Where’s Bess?”
“Sleeping in the games room,” I said sheepishly.
“Sleep, what a great idea. I think I’m going up to do the same. See you at breakfast,” and Donna was bounding up the stairs to her bed.
I looked at Bill and asked him if he was going to bed, too. He smiled and yelled to Donna, “We’ll have a drink. I’m too wound up to go to bed right now.”
“OK.” Donna said, “Just don’t stay up too late.”
We both told her goodnight, and I told my brother I only wanted to go to bed.
He said, “Come on, just one drink.”
I told him, “Ok, but I have to check on Bess first.”
“Don’t worry about Bess. She’s not going anywhere soon.”
What a strange thing to say, I thought.
Bill called me over and said, “Come look at this.”
Holding out his phone, I came over, looked at his phone, and went white. There was Bess in all her glory, tied and blindfolded and stuck ass to ass with his dog. I stuttered, and he said, “Come on, we’re brothers; this is between you and me. No one else will ever see these videos; all I ask is that I can have a firsthand look at your beautiful wife.”
I couldn’t believe my brother wanted to see my Bess naked and stuck to the dog, but if I thought about it, he had probably seen a lot more than Bess just stuck to the dog. Besides, she’s still blindfolded. She would never know.
Therefore, I said, “Okay, but you’d better be quiet.”
He promised he would, so we went into the game room. Bill’s jaw almost hit the floor. There was Bess strapped to the ottoman and stuck to his dog, but it looked so much more real in person. When Barney saw Bill, he started whining and pulling on Bess’s cunt. Thankfully, he popped out on the second pull. Bess’s cunt just started gushing dog cum as soon as they parted.
Wow, what a money shot for my brother! Now, I knew I would get a video of the whole adventure. I must have gasped because as soon as the dog was loose, Bess sultrily said, ” Come on, you big stud. You deserve some, too.”
I froze. How did she know Bill was here? Then I realized she was talking about me, and I waved at my Bill to leave. Bill must have thought she meant him too and thought my wave was an invite because before I could stop him, he had dropped his pants and was balls-deep in Bess. After her shock, she said, “Wow, I knew you were big and hard tonight, but this is amazing. You are hitting my cervix; you have never done that before. I feel fuller now than with the dog.”
This was too much for my brother because I knew from spying on him as a kid that when the veins start sticking out on his neck, he’s ready to cum. Oh, my god, my brother doesn’t know that Bess isn’t on the pill. However, it was too late. I could tell he was pumping his seed into a very fertile cunt. Bess sounded happy as she congratulated me on pumping a gallon of cum into her fertile cunt. She said with the amount of cum in her cervix, we’re almost assured of conception.
Bill’s face went white when he realized what he had done. However, that only slowed him down because he was still hard and would get his money’s worth. He started fucking her again. She was so excited and said, “I can’t believe you’re still hard, but my pussy is very sore, so just once I’m going to let you fuck me in the ass.”
I almost cried, but there was nothing I could do. If we switched now, she would know. Bill was watching me, waiting for a sign, so I just nodded, permitting him to take my wife’s virgin ass. He pulled out of her cunt, and from all the cumming, there was lots of lubrication. He then slowly started inserting that monster into my wife’s ass, first the knob, then he stopped and waited, then about an inch in, then an inch out, then two inches in and two inches out, and so on, until he had all ten firmly packed into my wife’s backside. He fucked Bess for another twenty minutes, going all the way in and out. I give up counting how many times she came, but when he finished this time, he did pull out and shot his cum all over her back and ass.
Bill leaned over and kissed Bess’s clit, then smiled, waved, and left the room. The dog came back over and licked all the cum off Bess, giving her another orgasm. I untied Bess, and she took off the blindfold. She was smiling and thanked me for the best sex of her life. I just smiled, lost in thought. I couldn’t believe that Bill had just taken Bess’s virgin ass, not to mention that he was the only other man to fuck Bess and may be the only man to have gotten Bess pregnant. Bess was right, you better be careful what you wish for.
“Oh my god,” exclaimed Bess. “How is it you’re still hard? I know my motto, but my ass is sore, and my pussy has been fucked.”
“That’s ok,” I said.
“Nonsense,” she said. “There’s another way.”
She then dropped to her knees and proceeded to ease all my worries and to suck one last load of cum, out of me. I kissed her deeply. I could taste my cum again. Funny, I never tasted cum before, and now I’ve tasted it twice in one night. I looked at Bess, and my heart just swelled. Here is this woman, who just got fucked by two men and a dog, yet she is the most beautiful and sexy woman in the entire world. I hugged her close, gathered our clothes then headed to bed. Bess was so exhausted she did not even notice Bill as he came out of the shower, buck-naked. She was also naked, which put another smile on Bill’s face.
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The next morning, Bess woke up and heard Bill and Donna walking around the house. She was terrified, but I assured her they would come home after she went to bed and that I had cleaned up everything before they arrived. She felt more at ease, and the rest of the morning was normal, except for Bill’s shit-eating grin.
We left for home that day and even contemplated getting a dog. A month later we learn Bess is pregnant. We are going to have a boy. Since the timing is close and Bess was too sore to have sex for about two weeks, I’m pretty sure it’s my brother’s child. If only I hadn’t pulled out that night, I would have shot enough cum, in the air to get her pregnant three times. Bill didn’t even ask whether the child was his and I never let on that it was. He got his thrill, and I got a family, win, win.
Bess says she can’t wait for Bill and Donna to go on vacation again because she can’t believe how big and hard I got that night watching her and the dog. I can’t replicate that, but Bill would gladly help me.
The End.
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