"I… I guess I was too sure of you," he admitted, his head on his chest.
"Well, at least you're honest." She turned to Paul and forced a smile. "Did you like the appetizer?"
"You better believe it."
"You want the main course?" she continued. "Sure, but how…?"
"Okay. Allen, take your clothes off!"
"I don't get it," he replied.
"It's simple," Margie said. "We're all three of us up here for the same thing. Sex. Why don't we just admit it?"
"What?" they both echoed.
"Both of you get on the bed, and I'll fuck enough for all three of us."
As if in a trance, Allen tore his clothes off and the two men crawled onto the bed.
Margie smiled as she crawled up on the bed between them.
Shit, she thought, why didn't I think of this before?
She struggled until she had placed them on the bed side by side fairly close to each other. Then she sat, straddled, on one of each of their legs.
"What are you…?" Allen asked, his flesh shaking.
"Shhhh… you'll see."
Softly, she began to massage their hairy thighs, being careful to let her fingers trail over to their cocks every so often.
Paul's prick was still slightly hard from their earlier fuck. It took very little effort on Margie's part to get it back up the steel-like stage where it had been before, when he was pummeling her pussy with it.
And, after a few well-placed touches with her fingers, Margie's prick took over the fear in his mind. His tool quickly rose to the same hardness as his fat her's.
Soon both of them had huge, throbbing hard-ons, and Margie's cunt was flowing with the juices of anticipation – not one cock at a time, but two! Her mind was already wondering what it would be like with three, or even four!
When they were both quaking and jerking with sensual pleasure burning in the heads of their cocks, she took them in her soft, smooth hands and started pounding. They both bucked and tossed on the bed as she tantalized the heads of their cocks with the tips of her busy fingers.
Margie felt the constant throbbing grow stronger and stronger as she clutched both of their rock-hard cocks firmly in her moist hands.
She raised herself from her knees and poised her hairy cunt directly over Margie's huge tool, still holding onto Paul's burning cock in her other hand. Slowly, she lowered herself down, down, right onto the head of Allen's raging cock.
His whole body seemed to tremble and shake with excitement as he felt the heat of her pussy sink lower and lower around his pulsing shaft.
"Feel good, lover?" she cooed.
"Yes… oh shit, yes," Allen moaned.
"Then, hump me back… fuck your cock up into my pussy."
Slowly, afraid he would shoot too fast, Allen began to buck his meat up to meet her descending cunt hole.
"Fuck her, Al… oh fuck her good, son!" Paul urged, humping his own dick into her hands.
She loved this. The look on her face was wild and sensual, as she bounced up and down in a steady, orgiastic motion over Allen's huge tool. She dung firmly to Paul's cock and kept sliding her soft hands across its sensitive head.
Then all three of their bodies started shaking uncontrollably with passion. Margie now had Allen's cock all the way up her cunt and she was riding and grinding him like a dervish gone mad. When she was sure her hands had brought his father to a new peak of desire, she leaned her body over until her warm mouth was a bare inch above his cockhead.
"Suck it," Paul gasped. "Yeah, suck it, honey."
Her mouth came down, covering his prick, in perfect rhythm with her hips as she continued to fuck Allen's huge prick. The boy reached up and cupped her tit flesh, one breast in each hand. He used them as handles to guide her body up and down over his cock.
Margie moaned and writhed, tossing her head from side to side as more and more of Paul's elongated tool severed her throat.
Two cocks, she thought, two beautiful cocks at once. But wouldn't it be better if they were both in her cunt at the same time?
Or better still.
She pulled her mouth off Paul's raging prick and pushed her legs back until she could lay almost flat on Allen's belly. Her throbbing tits, with their fiery nipples, crushed and spread across his hairy chest.
"Oh…nooooo!" Paul yelled. "Don't stop sucking!"
"My… my ass," Margie panted, pulling on Paul's prick until she got him to raise up to his knees and move around behind her.
"Wha…"
"My asshole," she grunted. "Stick your cock up my ass while Allen fucks my cunt! Fill both my holes!"
The older man didn't have to be told twice. As he moved forward, Margie reached behind her and spread her ass cheeks wide for his entrance. His cockhead slid between her delightful moons and found her ready hole.
"Yes… oh, shit yes," she groaned. "Pour it in there! Fuck it! Fuck meeee, both of youuuuuuu!"
Slowly, Paul began to thrust his giant tool into her twitching anal opening.
It popped through. She screamed and rammed her ass back against his thighs. "Yes! Beautiful! All of it! Give me your whole fucking cock!"
She thrashed, twisted, pumped, and kicked her legs as the hard cock continued to penetrate further and further into her tight asshole.
The added motion and physical activity was driving Paul into a state of frenzy.
And then, after a last, powerful lunge, Paul's tool joined his son's in her quaking belly. She had them both inside her. Again, her mind started playing games. One more, she thought, if I only had one more cock I could suck it off at the same time!
She was a sandwich between them and she was screaming out her delight. "Yesssssss… harder, both of you… fuck me harder!"
Every lunge they made sent shivers of pleasure and delight through her body. Paul pressed himself hard against her soft, vibrating ass cheeks and let her motion send chills of pleasure to his balls.
Beneath her, Allen was thrashing from side to side and up and down with all the force in his body. He was getting and giving the fuck of his life, and he wanted to get everything out of it he possibly could. And Margie wasn't disappointing him. She was thrashing her body up and down on his cock just as hard as she was bucking over his father's plunging meat.
Margie was crazy now. Her body controlled all. Her eyeballs had floated back into her head and her lips were flecked with foam. She was no longer human; she had become a machine – a fuck machine.
Harder and harder she fucked the twin cocks that ravished her holes and matched her desire. She was thrashing and bucking even wilder than before as she felt their cockheads swell in her belly with their pending explosion.
"Oh shit, I can feel it… you're both gonna come! Come! Come! Fill me up with cum!"
She was almost ready to come herself and her hot, tight an was quivering wildly as she tossed, turned and moved herself violently between the two of them.
The moans, sighs, and heavy panting continued to increase and grow more frenzied as passion permeated their bodies and shot from one to the other of them.
The passion that passed between them carried the thrills and lust that they all felt.
With a loud cry, Paul slid his hands down past Margie's hips and grabbed his son's buttocks. He took a firm grip and pulled all three of them tightly together as cum spewed from his cock into her seething asshole.
"Coming… oh shit," Paul gasped. "I'm gushing cum like a fucking fountain."
Margie's love juice flowed in torrents from her hole as Allen's spunk poured into her pussy in hot gushes, just as his father's creamed her ass.
Allen whined and bucked with fury as his load poured from his dick into her sweet cunt. "Oh, fuckin' shit, what a come… what a beautiful come!" he cried.