Mike and the Fourth Part II

Whew, I'm back. Where was I? Ah yes.

So Mike kept fucking Mom from behind, with her over the table. Fortunately we have a sturdy kitchen table. Okay, not fortunately; we got a sturdy kitchen table for just this reason. And after a shorter while than I was expecting, he gasped that he was going to cum, and Mom hopped down and got on her knees and sucked a nice big load out of her son's cock. I was a little surprised, because I had been expecting that it would take him longer to blow, but I was also happy, because I figured that now he would be free to give me seconds. Dad seemed to know what was on my mind, but he just let me keep stroking him absently as we both watched Mike's cock deflate in Mom's mouth.

"Thanks Mom," he said once she finished cleaning him off and swallowed the remnants. And then he put his clothes back on and said he wanted to walk around town a bit, and left. That little shit.

Well Dad was ready to go, and I was pissed and horny at the same time, so I bent into Dad's lap and started sucking him, and he leaned back a little and sighed with satisfaction. He was sitting there drinking a cup of coffee and reading the morning paper while getting blown by his daughter. He's a lucky guy. But then I'm a lucky gal to have him.

Eventually he pulled me up, gave me a peck on the lips, and asked if I wanted up on the table too, or somewhere more comfortable. We settled on going into the living room, and I lay back on the couch and Dad got between my legs and slipped into me so painfully slowly, because he knew I was crawling up the wall and wanted to drive me crazy. I came when he bottomed out inside me, I was that wound up.

That took the edge off, and I didn't mind at all when Mike came back and found us going at it and settled down to watch. I guess Dad and I must have been going at it for a while, or Mike's walk in town was cut short by rain or something.

After I came again, Mike asked me if I wanted to double up, and I panted that yes, I would love that. It felt horrible when Dad's cock retracted from my nethers, and I had to put up with that empty feeling for a few minutes because we all went downstairs, Dad and Mike and me. Mom laughed and waved us away.

Once we were down there, I decided to try a position we don't often try, with Mike underneath me with his cock in my ass, and Dad on top of me. I wish I could get them to try to put both their cocks in my ass, but of course Dad won't. And anyway, I'm not sure I could manage it. It's pretty hard with two cocks in one hole.

They were ready to go, no coaching, and I sat myself down on Mike and felt that exquisite oozing feeling as his cock oozed up into my butthole. There's no other feeling like it; it's like taking a shit backward. And I hadn't had any anal for a while, so I was tight. Dad didn't wait for me to get comfortable; he just mounted me and slipped up into my tight cunny, with his hands on my hips holding me steady. My hands were back behind me supporting myself, and Mike's hands were on my tits, massaging them. God, getting doubled is to die for, it really is. I'm missing it right now. And it happens so seldom. I wish that James had a friend that could come over with him and Sveta, so we could have a foursome and Sveta could have a chance at being doubled too. Ah well.

I came quickly, but it wasn't a small O; I was thrashing about a bit, I don't mind admitting. I gasped after I was finished, "Does your new girlfriend let you fuck her ass?" to Mike.

"She was a virgin when we first fucked, so we're working toward that."

"A virgin?" grunted Dad as he thrust into me, and I felt his cock and Mike's jut into the center wall between pussy and anus.

"Yep," said Mike, I assume with a smile.

"Let's flip, so I can get it a little harder in my ass," I requested, and although we tried, eventually they had to pull out to reposition. But I was lying on Dad's chest with my ass up and his cock in my cunt, and then Mike slid into my widened asshole and started fucking me harder from behind. "So you took her cherry?"

"Yep."

"How old is she?"

"She's in college, an intern at the office."

"Mike, you dog," I panted. Dad just smiled and let us talk. His hands were on my tits now, and he was driving me crazy with his fingers pinching and kneading my buds.

"She wanted it," said Mike as she thrust. They always think that, don't they gals. In this case, I'm sure it was true.

"How was she?"

"Well, I fucked her three times that night, we were both sober, and I stayed the night." She must have been good to keep him around. "She was a dancer in high school, very flexible. Her cherry was already popped, so it didn't hurt her at all."

"You're sure she was a virgin, and not just saying that," asked Dad as he thrust up hard and made me pitch over the edge again. It wasn't as strong an O that time, but it lasted, a nice ticklish feeling that spread down my legs and up my belly. And with two cocks in me, it was like I was being pressed from both sides, so the tickle was inescapable. I'm afraid I giggled a bit. They don't care, my guys. Some guys get put off by that, but not my men.

"I'm sure," said Mike. "God Lexi, your ass is getting so hot."

"I'm cumming," I giggled by way of explanation. It only happens once in a while that I get like that when I cum, but I was getting like that.

"You're going to make me cum too," he grunted, and gripped my hips and thrust in and stayed there to experience the spasms. I didn't feel him fire his spunk into my colon, but I felt him go softer a moment later. He pulled out and sat back and let me rock on Dad.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Just the way she was, the way she acted when I mounted her that first time," he said. He's got a good eye for that kind of thing. "Either she was, or she was a terrific actress. But if she had been lying, I would have expected her to lie and say I'd popped her too. I mean, there could have been a little hymen left to break."

"You'd be able to tell," said Dad, the voice of experience. Me, I'm not so sure. But then I haven't popped too many virgins with my cock, now have I?

"Is she willing? Anal, I mean?" I asked.

"She says she wants to try it, but she needs some time to get to know me. I don't know, maybe she's had it in the butt before."

"I knew a girl once who had fucked fifteen men, some as old as I am now, but she still had an unpopped cherry because she took them all up the ass," said Dad, and then he must have been aroused by that memory (maybe a memory of fucking this girl) because he gripped my hips tight and pulled me down as he pumped up, butted into my inner barrier, and then released a torrent of sperm. It felt like spunk was going to start coming out of my nose. I came with the second or third splash on my womb. I really wish I could get Daddy to get me pregnant; I'd love to carry his baby.

We cleaned up, and I tried to get as much of the cum out of my various holes as I could, not that I didn't want to walk around the rest of the day filled with my boys' cum, but I didn't want to be dripping everywhere.

We spent the rest of the day hoping the rain would stop, but it didn't. Mike and I went up to the office and checked out some porn, which led inevitably to going into my room and fucking wildly on my bed. We tried a new position, with him standing over me and me bending in half and sticking my ass up in the air, and he pushed his cock down into my ass from above. It's fine in porn, but after a few minutes we gave it up and went back to him behind me, plumbing the depths of my ass with his divining rod.

I asked him whether or not he'd done anything else with his own ass, and he laughed and said no, he hadn't. I think he's scared of it, frankly. He's still got some vague worries about being gay. Me, I think he just needs to accept that being bi is great, because it opens up a whole new world of possibilities for pleasure. But maybe he needs to find a nice tranny who looks like a woman just with a cock to fuck his ass.

We didn't have time for anything like me trying him out with a strap-on, but I did pull out a butt plug and made him wear it for a while. We had dinner, it got dark, and still it was raining, off and on, so no fireworks. But I got a bit of a firework when I sucked Mike's cock with the plug in his ass. He really cums buckets when his prostate is stimulated. He spewed thick ropes all over my face and hair. I wasn't expecting them.

I needed a shower after that, and he came in, and we fucked again under the water, the plug in his ass and his cock in my pussy for the first time. When he filled me, I felt like the luckiest gal in the world.

We didn't sleep in the same bed, because it was hot and muggy and we both tend to toss and turn. He had to leave in the morning, and I was too groggy to give him a proper farewell, so he just gave me a deep kiss and whispered in my ear that I was his favorite piece of ass. He's a flatterer.

I'm remembering all this now because the time between then and now hasn't been as pleasant, so I'll lose myself in the dream a bit longer, if you don't mind.