The bed sagged and creaked, Will backing up to give Sam room. His hand reached out to his rival's limp manhood, but he stopped. There would be time for that later. Now, he needed to get down to business and show Heather he was worth something.
Pungent sweat and combined love juices filled Sam's nostrils with a heavy presence. He leaned down and settled in, hefting Heather's legs over his shoulders. Even when he teased her little button, she didn't acknowledge him. Her body, however, trembled at his touch.
Sam kissed and licked. Arousal ran down his chin, but he didn't mind. Being covered in other's fluids felt like something taboo, something filthy, and it excited him to no end. He forced his tongue into Heather's canal. A moan disturbed her dazed reverie.
Heather curled forward until her face peeked over her breasts. "Oh, hi, honey. I didn't see you there." Her fingers intertwined in Sam's hair. "You're so sweet, cleaning me up."
Praise, however skewed, sent a thrill down his spine. He pulled back to say something, but Heather's hands gripped the back of his head and kept him close. His nose brushed up her folds. He blew out a harsh breath, inhaled, and dug in.
Diluted semen slopped onto Sam's taste buds, and he moaned against Heather's lower lips. She forced him deeper. His fingers sank into her hips as he held her in place. Groans filled his ears before her thighs pressed in on either side of his head.
"It might be because I'm still super sensitive, but," Heather yelped and squirmed, "your tongue feels so good. Take your time."
Sam cocked his head to the side and breathed. Eager to prove himself, he withdrew his right hand from around Heather's leg. He drove two fingers inside as he lapped her slit. Her walls didn't squeeze tight, so he thrust in a third to stretch her the slightest bit.
"Stick your ass out and wiggle it for me, honey." Sam obeyed with glee, arching his back to provide Heather with a view. "Show me how happy you are to eat me out."
Excitement ran through Sam, and excess juices leaked down his thighs. He swayed his hips back and forth. Whatever Heather wanted, she got. He didn't care what she desired if he could serve some part in it. She tightened around his digits.
"Look at me, honey."
Sam didn't stop, but he tilted his gaze up Heather's glistening body. Her beautiful, lust-filled eyes met his. Desire swelled. He wanted to do more than just use his tongue and fingers. If only he still possessed his dick.
The bed creaked behind Sam. Something hot and hard flopped between his spread cheeks. His breath caught in his throat. Will's huge hands slipped onto his waist and held him still. The cock that had been inside his wife teased his own lips.
Every muscle in Sam's body locked up. He tried to breathe, to calm himself, yet only a wheeze squeaked out. His mouth hung agape. He had forgotten Will existed. When met with the object of his fantasies, he didn't know if he could go through with it.
Sam attempted to pull away. "No, no, no," Heather pleaded, reaching down and holding his head in place. "Don't freak out. Just keep doing what you're doing and keep your eyes on me. Don't worry about anything else."
"I-I don't think I can." Fear bubbled up, and Sam tried in vain to wiggle out of Will's grip. Even after witnessing all the pleasure he had brought Heather, Sam didn't think he could give himself up to Will.
"Don't be silly. I saw how you looked at him, how you watched him make me cum again and again." Heather took Sam's hands in hers and squeezed. "Give in; it'll be so hot and so worth it. Trust me."
Sam arched his back and presented himself to Will. "If I say stop, tell him to stop."
"Okay, honey. I promise. I'm here for your big moment of becoming a woman." A gentle push guided Sam back to Heather's sopping womanhood.
Pressure built between Sam's legs as he tried to focus on Heather. Will squeezed Sam's hips and pressed forward. Hot and hard, the fat head pried Sam open. He gasped and shivered, and his body flinched away. However, Will clamped down, preventing him from moving. He was at his bully's mercy.
Sam glanced up at Heather, panicked and afraid. She met his gaze for a moment before her eyes drifted past him. A smile slipped onto her face, and she stroked his hair. She blew a kiss, not to him, but to Will. Pain lanced Sam's heart as Will's giant cock lanced his tight, virgin pussy.
Agony ripped through Sam's body. His legs spread, and his walls parted. A sensation of fullness bloated his pelvis. He groaned and whimpered, squirming against Heather. She pried his hands off her thighs and slipped her fingers between his. The gesture comforted him despite the overwhelming intrusion behind.
"Honey," Heather said, her eyes meeting his. Strain twisted her face. "You're squeezing me so hard, but he's barely in yet."
Another inch split Sam, his insides about to tear. "I-I can't do this. St--"
"Shhh, shhh, shhh. I believe in you. Take that big, hard cock." Heather raised her hips until her pussy pressed up against Sam's mouth.
Will pulled back, and Sam's canal shrank, trying to revert to normal but unable. Fear sent thrills down his spine. If only a fraction of the monster caused this, what would the whole thing do to him? Heather continued to prompt him to eat her out, but he couldn't focus on anything besides Will and his cock obliterating the last tiny scraps of his self-respect and manhood.
Weakness struck Sam, and his knees buckled. He fell back. Thick, hot man meat stabbed into his pussy. He cried out, half of Will's length splitting him. The pain remained, but something else teased in on the fringes. A moan escaped his lips. He buried his face between Heather's legs and tried, in vain, to hide that he experienced something other than suffering.
"What was that, Sammy?" Will eased his dick out of him before he slid right back in.
Sam clamped his mouth shut as juices slickened his face. "I could be wrong, but I think he moaned. Is that true, honey? Do you like being penetrated by a real man?"
"No." Sam managed between clenched teeth.
"Then," Heather squeezed Sam's hands in hers several times until he looked at her, "why aren't you telling him to stop?"
Shame seared Sam to his core. All he had to do to make it all stop, was say the word. However, every time he tried to speak, a pathetic mewling seeped out of him instead. He knew, Heather knew, and Will knew he wanted this--to be conquered, dominated by the man who pleased his wife when he couldn't.
"Awww, don't be ashamed." Fingers spread Heather's pussy until it gaped in Sam's face. "I know how it feels. How you don't think you'll be able to take anymore, how you think you'll break." She stuffed her hand in, closed her eyes, and shuddered. "But I promise you: you'll never want to fuck anything else again when he's done."
As captivated as Sam was by Heather's naughty display, his eyes met hers. "But I still love you."
"Oh, I love you, too, honey." Heather smiled and removed her hand from inside, cupping Sam's cheeks. Her juices smeared across his skin. "Come here and give me a kiss while he fills you."
Sam obeyed and crawled toward Heather. He slipped off Will's cock until only the head remained in his abused pussy. His body shifted to rectify the mistake, but Will followed him. He collapsed on Heather's chest, ample breasts cushioning his face, and moaned. She pulled him up and pressed her lips to his.
Gentle and warm, Heather kissed Sam. He melted against her, kissing her back with equal tender passion. More of Will's massive rod invaded his lower bits, but it didn't hurt anymore. His mind focused on the embrace of his wife and the pleasure she and his new womanhood brought. He didn't care what happened if he could feel this way.
Sam gasped, and Heather's tongue slipped into his waiting mouth. Her hands roamed, teasing and groping his tender spots. She gripped his fat ass and spread his cheeks. His cunt stretched and invited Will deeper. The tip of his head bumped up against the depths of his insides. He couldn't take more.
Something built up and up deep inside Sam. A similar sensation to the one that filled him before he came earlier. He tried to continue making out with Heather, but, between gasping for breaths and in elation, he failed. Instead, his head fell beside hers, lips grazing her ear.
"I think I'm gonna cum." Sam's legs quivered as Will thrust himself deeper.
An ecstatic, charged breath escaped Heather, and her fingers dug into his backside. "Go ahead--there's no shame in it. I didn't make it either the first time."
The thought of Heather experiencing the same delight he now felt tipped him over the edge. He gripped her tight as his body convulsed. His slutty pussy clamped down hard, stuffed full. A mewling moan rushed out of him. He bit her neck, riding out his first orgasm given to him by a real man.
"Ow, honey, you're hurting me." Heather squirmed beneath him.
Easing back, Sam shifted his eyes from his teeth marks in Heather's lovely skin to her face. "Sorry," he breathed, tingles dancing down his limbs. "I lost control."
"It's okay. It was so hot." Heather planted a peck on Sam's lips. "Just wait until he actually moves inside you."
"He's so big. It feels so good, but I'm a little scared of what he'll do to me when he starts moving." Despite his reservations, Sam stared deep into Heather's eyes.
Heather leaned in and kissed Sam's forehead. "I'm right here." A mischievousness grin slid onto her face. "I know that naughty pussy of yours can take it."
Will slapped Sam's ass. "You got really tight, Sammy. Trying to push me out or something?"
The urge to turn around and meet Will eye-to-eye bubbled up inside Sam, but he hesitated. He bit his lip and stared at the wall. "I want..."
