It Ain't What You Do, It’s The Way That You Do It. (Part Two).

"I think this is one of those rare occasions where I'm going to have to take it lying down" was Big Billy's considered opinion.

"Take what lying down," queried Morris.

"Julia's delectable arse, you moron! Look, if I lie on my back, you lot can lower her bum onto my my cock. She'll then be lying on her back with her luscious legs spread either side of me, thus giving you free and open access to her vagina. Once Julia's cunt's impaled on your manly meatfest, Trevor can come in from either side to give her something to suck on and we'll be on free beer all next week. Right Barry?"

"A promise is a promise" I confirmed.

And so it came to pass that round about midnight at my home that night, my three best friends in all the world simultaneously fucked my wife with my blessing and their cocks. It looked a little strange. You see, Billy, Julia and Morris were all lying in the same direction, albeit on top of one another; whereas, after turning Julia's head to one side, Trevor was able to come in from that side, effectively lying at a right-angle across the other three, sticking his prick deep into her gob in the process. The overall effect was that of a giant crucifix being formed out of human flesh, which I did my best to capture with my camera.

Morris asked, "How's this for you, Billy?"

"I can't move, Mo; but you know what, my cock can feel your cock moving inside her. There can only be the thickness of her vaginal wall and the skin of her bowel keeping our cocks apart and not by very much by the feel of it. As your fucking her, your fucking me, mate . . . . wait, what's happening, why is she suddenly shaking like that?"

"S'probably an orgasm, Bill. Hardly surprising, the number of virile cocks she's got stuck in her. I love what this shaking's doing to her tits. It's as if they've taken on a life of their own. They're positively billowing. How are you doing, Trev?"

"Great, Mo. I'm in so deep I reckon I must be halfway down her throat by now . . . . aw, the shaking's stopped. Pity!"

"Are you sure she can breathe?"

The room suddenly fell very silent. Trevor was the first to disengage from Julia; Morris followed suite. Then they both joined me in looking down on her as she remained laying on top of Billy, still impaled posterially on his massive erection.

"How is she" Billy asked in a very worried voice.

"She's a bit dead, I think" ventured Morris. "I don't think she was having an orgasm: I think she was ****."

I just stood there in a state of shock, not knowing what to think or feel.

"Are you telling me that I'm lying here with my cock up the arse of a corpse?"

"Kind of. How does it feel?"

"Kinky, but good. It's sort of awesome. It means we can't hurt her anymore." So saying, Billy clamped both his hands with fingers spread wide onto Julia's already bruised tits and began to savagely maul them. "Look" he said, pulling hard on a nipple "if we've already accidentally killed her, we've got nothing to lose by finishing the job we set out to do; namely, screw the hell out of our little Julia here. How do you feel about that, Barry?"

As the full realisation of what had happened and its implications finally dawned on me, all I could think to say was, "Feel free" and adding after a short pause, "I know I already do."

I went back to my place at the table and poured myself a beer while the guys took it in turns to fuck my late wife's cooling cunt, filling it with their warm cum. Once they were through with her, it was my turn. Her bloodshot eyes were half open and I looked into them as I fucked her for the last time whilst remembering the thrill of the first time.

The following day, we hired a boat and went shark fishing and stayed out there until several sharks had taken our Julia shaped bait. Once back on shore, I went home and reported her missing. The guys all came round to consol me, drink some beers . . . . and plan our next deliciously dark adventure.