Joe's tongue curled out. With three leisurely strokes, he pushed Sean's foreskin back over the ridge. He drew back to inspect the results. He worked his jaw from side to side, loosening it, I imagine. His hips dragged back from mine until he almost slipped free. Then he took us both at once.
I felt Sean's twitch of response as intimately as my own. Our muscles tightened in tandem as my body swallowed Joe and Joe swallowed Sean. We moaned in chorus and I gripped Sean's buttocks an instant before his fingers clamped over my collar bones.
Luckily, Joe didn't take long to settle into a steady double rhythm.
'Oh, man, that's good,' Sean said, his hold on my shoulders gentling, becoming an unconscious massage.
'Mm-hm,' I agreed.
Joe chuckled and the sound vibrated through the skin of my back. He was so close. His hair brushed my cheek with every pass. I could feel his jaw stretch, hear him swallow. The wet sucking noise he made as he fellated Sean was indescribably arousing. I couldn't take my eyes off his mouth. It was bigger than mine. His lips slid easily to the golden curls that thatched Sean's pubis. The pressure he exerted was greater, too. As he sucked, Sean's vein-girded skin stretched taut and gleamed with saliva. The sight entranced me - to watch Joe's cheeks hollow, to see his tongue lap the purpled glans or dig greedily into the weeping hole, to hear Sean groan with pleasure - I doubted any act of voyeurism could crank me higher.
The fact that Joe's iron-hard prick was working me just as efficiently made the show all the sweeter. I couldn't hold back my pleasure. He drove in hard and I came with a deep, rolling shudder, milking Joe's cock with my spasms.
'No, no, no,’ he said, pulling up to gasp for air, every muscle tightening in his quest for control.
'Don't stop,’ Sean rasped. ‘I'm almost there.'
Sean's buttocks clenched hard, pushing his hips forward until his balls nudged my cleavage. He was so velvety warm there and so male-smelling my hunger rose again. I had to touch him, had to help. Cursing Joe's weight, I worked one hand under my chest to knead the tender sac.
Sean squirmed into my caress. 'Say, Kate, have I mentioned what a sweetheart you are?'
I rolled him between palm and knuckles. 'Not lately.'
'Oh, man, hurry,’ he said to Joe. 'This whistle's about to blow.'
'Do you know what she does to me when she comes?'
Joe said. 'I had to take a breather.' His eyes sparkled with laughter as his lips ringed Sean's cock again.
Sean sighed blissfully, then shook one fist in the air.
'Once more into the fray!' he cried, quoting Captain Blood's big fight scene.
Joe chuckled around his bulging mouthful and I experienced a singular burst of contentment - champagne and sunshine, wobbling kittens, a book by the fire, and a three-hanky film wrapped up in one. We were happy. We were all happy.
'Once more, Kate,' Sean laughed, ruffling my hair. Tush that cocksucker over the edge.'
As soon as he said it, I knew I could come again.
Joe did, too. His head bobbed determinedly and he kneed my legs wider. One hand slipped to my front, cupping and steadying my mons. His hard, choppy drives told me he wasn't far from peaking himself. I arched my back and drew him deeper, reaching for the sweet culminating pang.
Sean's laugh became a gasp. His thighs trembled under my arms. His hand knotted in my hair. 'Geez,' he said, twisting so hard tears sprang to my eyes. 'Geez.'
Joe sucked harder and thrust harder. His motions rocked my upper body into the table, into Sean. The mirror began to rattle. The ache between my legs intensified. A wail rose in my throat.
But Sean stiffened first, and shuddered, and pushed us all over the edge with his choked-back orgasmic cries. When the last quiver faded, he sagged over me, breathing hard. To my surprise, he pressed a tender kiss to the back of my head, then to Joe's.
'What a pair,' he panted. 'You guys can take me out for this culture stuff any day.'
Halloran's was a smoky neighbourhood restaurant with the sort of ambience that takes generations to develop. ‘I-bones and beer ruled the tables out front, billiards the back. The scent of charred meat perfumed the air. My mouth watering, we followed the fragrance up a set of stairs. Black and white photos covered the age-browned walls, with well-known actors and politicians arm-inarm with the original Mr Halloran.
'Isn't that a famous mobster?' Desi asked, indicating the dear, departed mayor.
"The man was a saint,' Sean declared. Joe and I laughed, but the man in question was a saint to some Philadelphians.