Unknown - His incestuous wife

Fuck me, fuck me!" Joan moaned, relaxing her legs to Jet his cod thrust in and out of her cunt. "God, it's so good this way. Go slow. I want to come. Oh, Jesus Christ, how I want to come!"

They hung in the water, both bodies moving together. His cock pulled slowly out and her cunt clasped hungrily and pulled it back in. Their tempo increased as both felt the urgency of a come spreading from their loins. The man started first, the head of his cock swelling fat and exploding with a huge gob of milky goo. Joan punted with the pleasure of his hot jizz spurting and started coming, too. They fucked hard and fast, oblivious of the splashing water, until both hung limply in the water. Her legs slid down from his hips to dangle helplessly.

The young man climbed out of the pool and sat on the edge. "By the way, my name's Roif," he said.

"HI, Roif. You sure can fuck. Call me Joan."

He got up and started pulling on his pants. "You'll have to get out of the pool, Joan. No one in after ten.

"Why, you ungrateful-"

Roif started to laugh. "I have to get back to the office. Why not come up with me? The owner has some good Scotch."

"You devil. Okay, I'm bushed. I can use a drink."

She slipped on her nightie and they went to the office.

"You are some kind of foxy chick," Roif said as he poured two stiff drinks.

"I'll be coming back through here in a couple of days. I'll be alone."

"We have a unit with a waterbed. I'll hold it for you. Maybe I can get the night off."

"If you don't, I'll stay in the motel across the street."

He came over to her and kissed her. "Care to try it on dry land?" he said.

"Yeah," she answered, unzipping his pants.

"Do you mind driving first, Virginia? I'm still tired," she said after they had finished breakfast.

"No, I don't mind. Where did you go last night?"

"Oh, I went for a walk. I didn't think you'd miss me.

"Yeah, you went for a walk. Right up to the office and that good-looking clerk."

"Sounds like she's on to me," Joan said, and got into the car.

Joan dozed for the first hour; Virginia chain smoked. Joan finally sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Give me one of those before you smoke them all up," she said.

She dragged deep and let the smoke trickle from her nose. "You know, Virgie, you should have been a teacher."

"Why do you say that?" Virginia asked, feeling a little flattered.

"Well, you just have the knack for teaching things. You should start your own school. Call it the Simmas School of Fuck."

"You shithead! There's only one way you could know if I'm good at teaching that."

"I won't deny it. Besides, you watched. Didn't you?"

"Yes, I watched," Virginia said.

Joan sat up straight and grabbed Virginia's arm. "Stop the car, quick."

"Why?" Virginia said, hitting the brakes. "There's a couple of guys hitchhiking. Let's give them a lift?"

"You know that's dangerous, Joan." She eased off the brakes.

"Stop the fucking car!" Joan screamed.

Virginia pulled off onto the shoulder and brought the car to a halt. "You're a crazy bitch, Joan."

"Do you want to get in the back with one?" Joan said. "No, Joan. Christ."

"Okay, then I will. And you'll have to… and listen to us." She looked out the back window and saw the two men running towards the car. When they arrived, she got out and opened the back door. "After you," she said, pushing the younger one in the door. He was tall and slim and clean-shaven, rather good-looking with his long black hair. "Just put your pack on the floor." She climbed in beside him.

The other man just stood and gaped. He was stockier and older, probably around thirty. He had a thick stock of hair and a full, woolly beard and mustache, both sandy red.

"Get in the front, you stupid ass!" Joan bellowed, and pulled the door shut.

He grinned weakly and got in. His grin showed two rows of perfect, white teeth. He put his pack on the floor by the door.

"Boy," he said, "I've done a lot of hitching, but this is a new experience for me."

"Me, too," Virginia said. "I'm Virginia. What's your name?"

"My friends call me Ham. That's my kid brother, Terry, in the back."

"I'll pretend I'm one of your friends and call you Ham. Joan is in the back with Terry, and don't look around unless you want to get shocked." She liked him. He was friendly and relaxed. "What are they doing now, Ham?"

Ham turned and looked into the back seat. "She's kissing him."

"How do you know he's not kissing her?"

"Terry's not that fast."

Terry was faster than Ham thought; he already knew that Joan wasn't wearing a bra. While they French-kissed, he rubbed her back under her blouse; there were no straps.

"I feel even better in front," Joan said.

Terry lifted her pull-over blouse until both tits were exposed. "Nice," he murmured, cupping a jug in each hand.

"Do you ever kiss a girl's titties?" Joan said coyly.

"Whenever I can," he said, and bent his face forward, taking one of her distended nipples first to his lips, then lightly between his teeth.

"Oooooh, honey, nice!" she cooed, closing her eyes. She thoroughly enjoyed having her nipples nipped. "The zipper on my slacks is on the side." She sagged down in the seat so he could get the zipper down and his hand inside. "Yes, yes, yes… slide your hand in there between my legs. Make me hot, make me want it"

She lifted her leg up on the seat to give him easy access to her cunt. He found her wet slit and slipped his finger up inside her pussy, gripping her crotch so the heel of his hand pressed against her clit. He gripped her lighter, his finger going deep in her cunt, his palm spreading the outer lips apart.

"Good, baby, good. Finger-fuck me, make me eager for your cock," she moaned, her own hand groping at his fly. In the front Ham could hear Virginia's every word. Virginia felt the wetness between her legs and glanced quickly to see if it was affecting Ham. His pants were baggy, ideal for walking, but no good for showing off a hard prick.

"Take off my slacks, honey," Joan said. "You feel like you're ready for action."

Virginia caught a glimpse of Joan's bare legs coming up in the air when she rolled onto her back. She heard her giggle and then saw Terry's bare ass come into view in the mirror.

Virginia gripped the wheel more tightly then reached up and tilted the mirror to get as much of the back seat as possible. She could see Joan's legs, her thighs and a quick glimpse of the boy's slim hips and then his…his cock. It was a long, slim cock, circumcised, the head red and tapered to a near point. He moved on in and she could only see part of his ass, bare and bobbing.

God, it was really turning her on, far more than she thought possible. Joan was really doing it, really taking that lean, hard prick. They were fucking. It blew her mind. Pick up a hitchhiker and before the car can travel ten miles-fucking.

"Unngh, unngh, good… good!" Joan punted. "Slow down, honey. You'll come too quick. That's better. Yeah, ooh, that feels good! Yeah, yeah, get it all the way in. Pull out slow… Oh, yes, in and out, in and out! Fuck me, baby! Yeah, fuck me!"

Ham had half turned in the seat and was staring at the wild fuck-scene. He was grinning, his hand swiping at his crotch.

Virginia glanced at the big man, at his woolly red beard and his deep blue eyes, then down at his crotch. She reached down and pulled her dress to the tops of her legs. She wasn't wearing any panties and her beaver was wet.

Ham looked at her and smiled, a nice smile. "You're a fine looking lady," he said and put his huge hand on the top of her thigh.

Virginia saw a side road ahead and hit the brakes. She veered off the highway, cruised for a couple hundred yards, and pulled to a stop. Shoving the car into park, she turned and took the man's hairy face in her hands and pressed her lips to his. His hand settled tightly into her crotch while they kissed. Her legs were open and her pussy as wet; his finger met no resistance. She moaned into his open mouth at the feel of his finger, it as easily as big around as Jay's cock.