He didn’t know how it happened, but in seconds his cock was sunk balls deep in her soft slot. She was hot around his sex meat. Her cunny quivered and shook and it was like sticking his pecker in a hot tube of melted butter.
Bob Preston wanted to stop, but he couldn’t.
Hal Green had the same problem. He wanted to pull out and get away. But Annie caught his cock and guided it back to her rear.
In a fog, Hal pressed up against Annie’s warm back. His cock seemed to be having a harder time than before getting in her hole. Finally it popped in. It filled her up so tight it almost hurt Hal.
Bob Preston moaned. And then Annie’s hips were moving like a machine gun.
The girl was in seventh heaven. She had managed to slide both pricks in her front hole. She was stretching to bursting. And she loved it. She loved the sensitive feel of cock sliding against cock in her crowded twat. She loved the feel of being pulled impossibly apart. Annie was enjoying everything about her latest fuck that it was possible to enjoy.
“Harder,” she groaned and she pressed down harder and let her legs hang until she was impaled on the two cocks and dangling from them.
“O, oh, oh,” she moaned, practically sick with the fantastic wonderful feeling of being doubly fucked.
Suddenly her father pressed against her front and sucked her titties and she felt him shooting his come into her hole.
And then, as if triggered by that, Hal too bucked his hips and shot into her, filling her vagina to overflowing until both their white come drooled down her legs.
Hanging on to them, Annie crooned. “You’re both mine, now.”
And she hugged her father and rubbed her ass against Hal.
And she wondered how her mother would fit into their threesome. Because, somehow, Annie knew it was going to go on and on… and on!