"Caught it right in the middle, didn't we?"
"Looks like it," he said pantingly.
Betty pushed him onto his back, walking toward him on her knees the same way he had walked toward her. She rubbed her hand up the hairiness of his legs, feeling the tight muscles relax to her touch. She massaged his calves and then moved up to his knees. She was making all of the muscles in his body relax but one – his cock still stood straight up in the air like a proud pole.
She was careful not to touch his groin as she moved from his thighs to his stomach. But even then the silky cockhead brushed against her hanging tits.
Betty began swinging her tits back and forth across his cock. She then grabbed her tits in her hands to stop them, trapping the huge cock between them. She began slowly masturbating his hard tool with the succulent flesh of her breasts.
"That's quite a trick," groaned Albert. "We ought to see if it's marketable."
They both laughed as Betty continued to rub the giant tool. Fire was surging through her groin again, filling her with desire – the desire to have a cock stuffed up her cunt.
She released his cock with her tits and continued to crawl up his body. When her cunt reached his cock, she realized that she would actually have to stand up a little to position her pussy mouth over the gigantic tool.
She shifted her weight from one foot onto the other, until she was standing in a crouch. She reached around behind her ass and grabbed the cock, still slick and wet from her saliva. She rubbed it around in her juicy twat and then positioned it at the mouth of her cunt.
Squatting slowly, Betty was able to insert the head without much trouble. But her cuntlips were spread wide and taut. She wiggled around, trying to loosen herself up for final penetration, but she was as wide as she would go. She could feel the pulsing of his pecker inside her, telegraphing desire to the center of her body. She was almost afraid to drop her impaling weight onto the mighty cock, but remembered that it had been done before.
Dropping slowly, Betty could feel the awesome cock plowing into her tender body. She continued to lower herself until she felt completely stuffed with cock. She looked down to check, only to discover that she was little more than halfway onto the prick.
Slowly she began to lower again. She was surprised that the further she went after the halfway mark, the easier it became to go further still. She almost dropped the rest of the way, impaling the cock clear into her womb.
"Ahhhggg!" she groaned as an orgasm rocked her to the very marrow of her bones. She went limp. The orgasm was clenching and unclenching her cunt muscles, pulling her further onto the cock. She didn't know when she would stop sinking, but she knew that if she didn't, she would be hurt seriously.
Suddenly the muff of his pubic hair tickled her twat, then pressed against it. She was safe, and she relaxed.
Spasms still rocked her cunt, squeezing the impaled cock to a pulp. As her contractions receded, she felt his begin.
Huge globs of scalding cum shot into her tender womb, triggering another climax within her. His hot cum continued to spout until Betty couldn't imagine him being able to come anymore. But it continued. The hot fluid seeped down between his legs.
Finally his spasms stopped, and his cock began to grow limp inside of her. She felt the flaccid member retract from her womb, almost pulling violently the remaining strength she had from her body. She collapsed in a lump on top of him as he folded his arms around her.
"It's the doorbell," Albert whispered as he shook Betty gently, trying to bring her out of her sleep.
"What… What is it?" she asked, lifting up her head to look into his eyes.
"There's someone at the door."
"Really!" she exclaimed. Just then the doorbell rang again. "Why don't we just let it ring. They'll go away in a minute." Betty thought she knew who it was, but didn't want to let on.
"There it is again," said Albert. "Just go and tell whoever it is to leave us alone. Go on now."
She threw caution to the wind and got up. Throwing on her robe, she headed for the door.
The bell was still ringing as she opened the door. "Hi, Betty!" he said. "I thought that something was wrong because you didn't answer and you said you'd be here."
"No," she said, trying to fake a yawn. "I was just asleep. Sorry I didn't hear the bell sooner." She hadn't moved from standing in the doorway, thinking that if she could stand there long enough Bud would go away. Then she felt it – cum began running out of her cunt down her legs. She crossed her legs trying to hide it, but that only brought attention to it.
"What's the matter, Betty?" asked Bud, looking down at her legs and then into the room. "Is something wrong?"
"No," she said, just a bit too emphatically.
"Then may I come in?"
"Sure, why not?" Betty knew that it was through now.
"Who is it?" called Albert from the other room.
Bud leaned down to Betty and whispered hoarsely, "Is that pervert in there?"
"Yes."
"I'm going to kill him!" Bud exclaimed, turning for the bedroom door. Betty caught the sleeve of his jacket and held him, digging her feet into the carpet. She looked past the enraged Bud and saw Albert standing beautifully naked, his cock hanging halfway down his thigh, in the doorway to the bedroom.
"Stop!" Betty commanded. "I'm my own woman. I wanted him here."
"What do you mean?" asked Bud, spinning around to face her.
"I mean that I want him here."
"Are you choosing him over me?" asked Bud.
"I don't want to choose anybody over anybody," she said. "I just want to be able to do what I please."
"You'll just have to do it without me," Bud said.
"Why?" asked Betty. "We could work something out. You have something that Albert doesn't have that I need very much, and he has something that you don't. One of you isn't better than the other, you're just different."
"But Betty, it's just sort of sick." Bud's fire had been extinguished. Betty knew that it was only a matter of time before she brought him over to her way of thinking.
She was surprised at herself. She had never even wanted to fuck before, and now she didn't want to give up either of the men she had acquired.
"What do we do then?" asked Bud.
"You can both fuck me," Betty said gleefully. "At the same time, or separately, whichever you choose."
"Sounds like fun to me," Albert said from the doorway. "Why don't we try it right now."
"Come on, Bud," said Betty, taking his arm. "At least try it before you condemn us."
"Okay," he said reluctantly, following Betty into the room.
Betty knew she had what she wanted now. It was more than she could have ever wished for. The fact became stronger as the two began fucking her, both of them enjoying it more than either of them thought possible.