asshole as he fucked her face, and she fucked herself on Mike.
Mike felt like he was being shredded by the multitude of sensations. There was the rich scent of male and female sex, there was the sight and sound of her sucking cock, and the feel of his own prick being brought to the flash point by her pumping pussy.
John began to cum. Christ! Mike felt like he was ripping in two. He watched the cock pumping and spurting into Joan's mouth. Deliberately, Joan backed off and showily caught two of the heavy wads on her tongue, then re-engulfed the still spurting shaft with her full, wet, cum-smeared lips. John was staring down hungrily, watching his wife devouring and draining his hosing wang. Below that he could see Mike ramming his cock up into Joan's pussy.
It was all too fucking much for Mike to take. He dug his fingers hard into Joan's steaming pussy, and his prick exploded. He shuddered and jerked, heaved upwards, suspending his ass and the other man's woman in mid air. The head of his phallus tried to bore right up through her. While his nuts emptied a full, thick gooey load into her convulsing twat, Joan was cumming, too. Still swallowing the spit and semen being dumped into her mouth, she shuddered with orgasmic convulsions.
The climax finally broke when John's dick slipped from Joan's mouth and spattered a few stinging drops of semen and spit onto Mike. Joan slumped forward, cuddled down on top of Mike. His shriveling dick was still in her dripping cunt. She kissed him with cum-smeared lips. Instead of revulsion he felt kinky lust stir in his guts as he tasted John's jizm.
For a while they all lay together on the bed in a warm, loving tangle.
Mike felt his cock rising and swelling again, driving slowly and hesitantly into the warm, clutching depths of Joan's pussy. She leaned back and gazed at him with glittering, knowing eyes. When she shifted her pelvis in a gentle fucking motion, John roused and glanced at the two of them.
'Horny bastard, ain't he?' he noted.
'I'd like to think it was due entirely to my irresistible sexuality,' Joan noted. 'But I happen to know he's got something going with his seventeen-year-old daughter.”
Mike felt his cock start to shrivel. 'Now wait a damn minute,' he said, intending to deny it.
'Shush,' Joan cautioned, putting a finger to his lips. 'It doesn't matter. In fact, I think it's good. For you and for her.' Then she did something with the muscles of her pussy that brought his pecker back to life abruptly. 'Bet she can't do that!”
'I wouldn't bet on it,' Mike snorted. 'No, actually, that's not true. Micaela probably can't, yet.”
'Then Patty can,' Joan chuckled, and he felt the chuckle with his prick. 'The one you-uh-opened up new channels of communication with. Which one is she, the middle one?”
'Youngest,' Mike corrected. 'I was thinking more of Gabby, actually.”
'All three of them? Jeez, you are a lucky sonovabitch,' John snorted.
'John, just what is that I feel digging at my bottom?' Joan asked conversationally.
'What the hell do you think it is,' he asked. 'A gopher?”
'More likely a roto-rooter,' Joan answered. 'Aahh, Jesus, there it goes in.”
Mike shuddered. His cock throbbed and his insides suddenly flared hotter than the core of the sun. Because he felt it, too, against the base of his cock, a sudden pressure that hadn't been there before. His phallus responded with a fresh surge of power. He held rigidly still, afraid to move.
'Gently,' Joan whispered, 'do it slow and gentle. You forgot to use any grease.”
'I could get some,' John noted.
'No, don't leave,' Joan moaned. 'Oh, My God! That Is So Good,' she whispered. Mike could hear the capital letters in her voice.
He gritted his teeth. He could feel John's cock sliding into Joan's rectum. It was a funny, squirming sensation. As John's cock compressed the thin barrier separating Joan's two holes, a pressure slowly slid up toward the head of Mike's pecker. His groin was an overloaded boiler of super-heated steam from the stimulation.
'More,' Joan croaked. 'All The Way.”
Mike felt as if his cock was being slowly squeezed in a hot, moist vice. Her vagina was being pinched shut around his aching hard-on, which made his cock get even harder.
'Oh, Go,' Joan moaned, curling her upper leg around Mike, thrusting her butt out for deeper penetration by John. Mike leaned back so he could get his dick hi further. His legs tangled with John's as the other man wriggled, corn-holed deeper into his woman.
'Oh, John, you filthy, lovely, buggering son of a bitch,' Joan growled homily.
'You never call me things like that,' Mike complained in a sudden giddy attempt at humor.
Joan convulsed in a near hysterical burst of laughter. The vibrations drummed through her overloaded channels. John chuckled, and Mike felt John's cock leap and jump in its greasy socket.
'Don't cum yet,' Joan wailed. 'Ahhh, no, please, don't cum yet,' she pleaded. 'This is so good I cannot believe it. I cannot believe it!”
Mike held still and his dick throbbed with pleasure. John was fondling Joan's breasts, reaching around her, twisting and bruising the lush mounds. Mike leaned back to watch. Then he reached down and explored her dripping slit with his fingers. She shuddered and gasped as he found her clit and diddled it with slick fingers.
'For a beginner, you sure learn fast,' Joan wheezed.
'Good teacher,' Mike informed her.
'Oh, fuck me,' she sighed. 'Just a little bit. Just a very, very little bit.”
Mike was agreeable to the suggestion. Very gently, he eased his cock out of her tight tunnel. It felt almost as tight as Patty's ass had felt. It was a lot wetter and slipperier than an ass. He slid his dick back into the tight tube, and held still as his balls throbbed on the verge of unloading.
Then John moved, eased his dork out of Joan's ass, then slid it back in. Mike almost erupted. It felt fantastic, the shifting squeezing pressure as John's pecker eased out and back into Joan's butt.
'Awww, you devils,' Joan moaned.
'Don't move, or I'll cum,' Mike warned.
'Me, too,' John gasped.
Joan laughed tensely. 'We wouldn't want that, now, would we? No, not yet, not just yet. You want to know a secret, Mike?”
'What?”
'I love you,' she whispered. 'But that wasn't what I started to say. What I started to say was that I lost my virginity to my father.”
'Really?' Mike was grateful for the crazy diversion, since it would let the pool of cum in his gut calm down a bit.
'Mum had to go home, her father was dying,*' Joan gasped. 'It took months. I saw what an effect I could have on Daddy, so one night I-slid into bed with him. Aaahhh, it was so good! He loved me, and he was experienced, and he was sweet and kind and gentle when he took my cherry. It was like stars exploding and falling from the sky. I don't think I would be so turned-on to sex if it had happened any other way. I was fifteen.”
Mike absorbed this silently, and felt his own guilt at what he had done with his daughters fade a little.
'It lasted a month,' Joan moaned. 'And the only regret I ever had was that it had to end when it did. Mom came home, and the bedroom door was forever closed to me after that.”
Mike moved to ease a cramp in his leg, and his dick stirred in her pinched pussy. His lust rose again, his cock swelled a little, and Joan sucked in a hot breath. 'But, I've made up for it,' she whispered. 'I've been making up for it ever since.”
'No regrets?' John asked.
'None. I sure do envy Mike's daughters, though.”
'My sister and I had to share a room and a bed,” John mused. 'It was a shack in the coalfields, and that was all we had. Mom was dead, and Dad worked in the mines for twelve or fourteen hours each day.”
Mike waited. His gut was aching from the long stimulation of his prick. The confessions were building his horniness as they diminished his guilt.
'I started fucking my sister when I was ten or eleven,' John said. 'Actually, I don't remember exactly when we started. We always snuggled when it was cold, and it was always cold. Then one night I was in her and it was
