something unbelievable. We did it every night until I was sixteen. Then Sis got married. I left home when Dad died of black lung. I never heard from her again.”
'Why not?' Mike asked.
'She's illiterate.”
There was a long silence. Then John broke the mood by sliding his cock in and out of Joan's ass. There was a desperate moan from her, and a burst of life from Mike's burned cock.
'Now,' Joan whispered. 'Do it now, both of you.'
Mike began to move, began easing his cock in and out of her hole. As he did, he felt John's cock sliding in her shit chute, massaging his own cock through the strained, squeezed, tormented membrane.
'Awww, my God, it feels like I'm being torn in two,' Joan moaned. 'Love it, don't stop! Please, please, please, don't stop.”
Mike and John got things synchronized-eased out simultaneously, then drove back in together.
'Jesus! One minute I'm empty, the next I'm full,” Joan wailed.
Mike was approaching the point of no return. His jizm was boiling, building up greater and greater pressure in his groin. As his dick slithered in and out of her juicy hole, he felt John's dork pistoning in her asshole, felt her lush body against his. He fingered her squirmy, juicy clitoris. It was getting to be more than he could stand.
Frantically, not wanting to be the first, he tried to hold back his cumming. Then he felt an odd pulsation from the wall separating him from John and knew that John was cumming. That was all it took. He felt like he was being slowly sawed in two by a red-hot blade as his guts turned inside out in an effort to empty all of his cum at once. He saw Joan's face crinkle into an agonized mask of pleasure as her twat tried to spasm around his spurting dong.
Every time Mike felt his cumming start to fade, he felt John's cock jump against his. Each time it happened it triggered another series of spurts. His cock leaping seemed to bring fresh life to John's cumming. The two of them hosed Joan's guts with jizm, sent her orgasm to the cremation level. Her mouth gaping, her eyes bugging blindly with pleasure, she writhed like a speared animal.
It ended when Mike's pleasure finally became agony. His reservoirs were totally drained. He felt his dick and John's go limp simultaneously. Joan collapsed into a whimpering huddle.
A while later, after Joan had carefully bathed John's cock, they lay on the bed, with Joan between the two men. They sipped brandy and enjoyed a quiet companionship.
'Now do you understand what John and I have?' Joan asked, fingering Mike's dick gently.
Mike nodded. 'Yeah. But I'm curious about one thing.”
'What's that?”
'Well, you fuck with me, and he knows it. Does he fuck with anyone besides you?”
'Hell, yes,' Joan answered, looking over at John fondly. 'He's got a cute little blonde that makes my mouth water.”
'Makes your mouth water?' Mike asked.
'She has got the sweetest, juiciest cunt it has ever been my pleasure to eat,' Joan explained, her voice heavy with lust.
Mike felt his cock rise at the thought.
'And then I watch him deliver that lovely cock of his to her pink hole. I lick his butt from time to time,' Joan went on. 'Jesus, this is getting me horny again.”
“You are a perfect wanton,” John noted.
'Nobody's perfect,' Joan said.
'Perfect or not,' Mike sighed, 'I have to be getting home.”
Joan and John were engrossed in each other. Her hand was fondling his cock, his finger was sliding into her furry nest. Mike felt a tremor of excitement at the sight, then resolutely set the snifter aside and got to his feet. Wearily, he went out to the living room and dragged on his rumpled clothes.
When he went back to the bedroom to thank them for the evening, Joan was on her back, with her legs folded up and her knees flung wide. John was between her thighs. His ass was rising and falling as he pumped his cock into her streaming hole. Mike watched enviously for a moment, then slipped silently away.
As he drove home he wrestled with his own problem. He thought of Micaela and Gabby and Patty, and his guts tightened with desire for all three of them. What will happen, he wondered, when one of them finds out about another?
It might knit the family closer together…
Or, it might rip it into bitter, jealous fragments… ”
Chapter 7
Nude, her body filmed with a fine sheen of sweat, Gabby stood with her feet apart, and her arms outstretched. Bending over, she touched her toes. She was aware of Patty, also naked, sitting on her bed, inspecting the spaces between her toes.
'How come you do that every night?' Patty asked.
'Keeps-puff-me-puff-in shape,' Gabby panted.
'What shape? You're almost as skinny as I am.”
'Slender-puff-is the word,' Gabby grunted. 'Dancers are supposed to be slender.”
'I thought your dancing kept you that way.”
Gabby collapsed on her bed and sprawled out on her back with her legs spread. 'Anyway, when I say 'in shape' I don't mean my curves, I mean my physical condition.”
'Oh.' Patty was still fingering her toes. Her face was a mask of concentration.
'I wonder what's gotten into ‘Caela the last few days,' Gabby mused, staring at the ceiling.
'Yeah. She's been a real bitch,' Patty agreed.
'I don't approve of the word,' Gabby noted, 'but 'bitch' is the only way to put it.' She toyed idly with one tit, and felt an itch stirring down deep in her groin. She wondered if maybe she should do something about it later on. 'And speaking of bitches. I've been meaning to mention it-you've been pretty nice lately.”
Patty frowned. 'I guess that's a compliment, sort of.”
'I don't know what Daddy did that Sunday, but it sure worked.”
Patty got a funny, languid look on her face. 'It sure did,' she answered in a tone that Gabby would have said was sexy, if Patty hadn't been her own kid sister.
'Well, whatever it was, I wish he'd do it to Micaela,' Gabby grumbled. 'Ever since Daddy had that dinner with his secretary and her husband, ‘Caela's been a real stinker.”
'Maybe she's jealous?' Patty suggested.
'Oh, pooh, how would you know?' Gabby said derisively. 'What is there for her to be jealous of? It was just a dinner, after all.”
'I dunno,' Patty muttered. 'Micaela was picking through his dirty laundry the next day, before she put it in the washer, and she looked awful disgusted and unhappy. Like she'd found something yucky that upset her.”
Gabby bit her lower lip and wondered if maybe Patty had something. Gabby thought of their father having sex with some other woman. Instead of feeling jealous, she felt the hot itch in her crotch get hotter and more demanding. The thought of Daddy shoving his big cock into some other pussy really turned her on. Besides, why should she get jealous? She had Kerry, after all.
But Micaela-all she had was Chris. And anyway, Micaela was a virgin! Gripes, she probably got all uptight just at the thought of someone having sex. Boy, would it blow her mind if she knew what happened between Daddy and me, Gabby thought worriedly.
The memory of that made the itch flare up even hotter. God, the things they had done in the rec room that day. She could still feel his great phallus stuffing her cunt. Jeez, she was going to have to do something about the itch now. It was like a hot worm was eating away at her insides.
'Let's get some sleep, huh?' Gabby suggested hopefully.
'Yeah, I'm bushed,' Patty agreed. 'And besides, Miss Bossy is likely to see our light on and come in and give
