She cooked them a strengthening meal, steak and baked potatoes, a green salad and spring peas. They had milk while Lauralee drank strong coffee and spiked her final cup with good brandy. She still wasn’t quite used to sitting around naked with her equally bare son and his young wife, especially doing something as mundane and familiar as finishing dinner.
That would come with time, she thought, as most of her earlier programming had already. She didn’t need to hide her body behind a stylish shield of clothes; it was a good body, sensual and pleasure-giving. People love it, all the hillocks and crevices, all the smooth skin and warm flesh. Now she did, also.
Bettina helped her clear the table, and they stuffed dishes into the washer while Robbie went to clean up. In one way, Lauralee felt comfortable with the girl; in another there was an undercurrent of sexual tension between them that would never allow her to be completely at ease with her daughter-in-law. But that wasn’t bad; she felt the identical tension with her own son, a heightening of all her senses as their bodies struck sparks from each other.
It was probably just that way with Bettina and her father, Lauralee thought, that closeness of blood and breaking of the taboo causing an accelerated drive, a more intense need. Yet both she and the girl had plenty of love left over for others, perhaps even magnified because of the incomparable fulfillment they knew, a completeness always laced with a certain degree of insatiability. Whatever it was, the results were nothing short of terrific.
Bettina leaned back against he dishwasher, and its red ON lights seemed to accent, to outline the sleek charm of the finely modelled body. The girl said, “Mom and Dad were really surprised when I told them all about us. Robbie had mentioned how could you were, how you never went out with anyone. But they’re happy it’s all working out so well, and very eager to meet you.”
“I feel silly because I’ve only spoken to them on the phone,” Lauralee answered. “I didn’t want to meet them because I was so set against Robbie getting married — not only to you, but to any girl. Now I suppose I’m a little afraid of them.”
The girl slid gracefully away from the machine, the tiny body undulating, all honey-gold and smooth. “They’re cool people, Lauralee; I’m sure you’ll dig them and it’ll do you a lot of good to screw another guy, someone besides Robbie. My dad can give you a wonderful fucking.”
A little tremble stirred deep within Lauralee’s body, and her skin felt warmer, more sensitive. She wondered what the man looked like, and about the size and shape of his prick; would it be thicker than her son’s shaft, or longer? Would the swollen cockhead be formed any differently, and would it make any kind of change in her sensual enjoyment? Having a strange body fitted to her own had to be exciting, she decided, and hoped she would be able to make the man as happy.
She reached out for Bettina and drew the slim body to her own, revelling in the touch of the flawless skin and its eager warmth. “I’m sure he can, dear. I just hope I can match it; I haven’t had much experience, you know.”
Bettina snuggled close, pressing the cones of her neat tits into the flesh of Lauralee’s ribs, pressing the satin glory of her humid mound into a thigh. “Oh, you will, don’t worry. Daddy will go ape when he sees you, and we’ll be lucky if we can pry his big cock out of your sweet pussy later. And Mom — well, she’s wonderful. You’ll see, when we all get together tomorrow. Tonight, we’ll ball each other some more — you and me and Robbie.”
Lauralee stroked gently seeking hands over the diminutive sculpture of the girl’s lovely ass and said, “In my bed this time; it’s been empty too long. And with the lights on, so I can see everything, so I can catch a glimpse of us in the mirror. My husband and I always did it in the dark — my fault, of course. And we didn’t fuck all that often, anyway. Again, my fault.”
Bettina came up on tippytoe so she could touch her furry little vulva to the thick matting of Lauralee’s pussy. “It couldn’t have been ALL your fault, darling. You’re too passionate, too hot a woman. He must have done something to turn you off.”
“I’ll take the blame,” Lauralee said, and forced her self back from the pulsing body. “But we’d better take our baths right now, or we never will. Robbie ought to be done and waiting on us.”
Holding hands, they moved along the hallway, their hips and thighs brushing with occasional quick kisses. Heat grew in Lauralee’s belly, dampening her pussy and making her inner thighs tense. The entire night lay before them, beckoning and laden with erotic promises. They separated as Lauralee headed for her own bathroom, turned a little dizzy by overlapping expectations of tonight and tomorrow.
When Lauralee came back into her bedroom, she was refreshed and squeaky clean, her skin powdered and perfumed, her ebony hair fluffed out. She walked tall, her long legs swinging easily, smoothly, with her firm and nicely rounded breasts bouncing their tips gone stiff and dark. Her olive-toned skin was touched with rose and glowing from her bath. Lauralee was ready for anything, knowing she looked good, that she was appealing to the eye, a joy to all the senses. It was good to be proud, to show all she had.
She paused a moment, looking down at the beautiful couple already stretched and waiting for he upon the bed, and saw their eyes light up with appreciation. They were so lovely in their youth, she thought, both of them slim and sleek, both tapered just so, rounded delightfully in the proper places. The girl had her slender thighs parted slightly, the blonde hair of her small mound gleaming, the polished belly flat and silken. Robbie’s prick was fully turgid, the blue veins a delicate network around the hardened shaft, the adorable cockhead bulging splendidly. Brown hair curled over and around his balls, and the boy’s hand was gently caressing the sack.
“Wow,” he breathed. “You can make any guy jack off, by just standing there bare-assed, Mom. I sure feel sorry for my father, not knowing what a fantastic piece of hot pussy you are.”
Lauralee flowed toward the bed, and lay down beside him, giving him her tits to fondle, her heart picking up its pace and pulses throbbing in her throat. This was the bed, the place she and her ex-husband had slept, where she had so many times lain stiff and unyielding, merely trying to do a repugnant wifely duty and never enjoying it.
Robbie’s hand was on her snatch, one finger sliding up and down her damply palpitating labia, and her entire body yearned to him, for him, urgently needing the plunging of that boyish cock. But Lauralee forced herself to pull away from him.
“Darling, I don’t want to be greedy. Beside, I haven’t watched you put that gorgeous stiff prick to your wife yet. Show me how you fuck her, Robbie; I’ll enjoy that as much as screwing you myself.” And she would, she thought; she wanted to see every minute detail of their lovemaking, to watch each slide of her son’s rigid prick into the delectable lips of Bettina’s lovely, girlish cunt.
“Okay, Mom; I’ll still have a hard-on for you, anyway.”
His wife rolled toward him, and Lauralee gave them room, eyeing the caressing movements of their hands and the slow writhing of their bodies. She saw them kiss, and watched the resultant tremors that shook them as Robbie’s hands sought the girl’s breasts, as Bettina’s fingers crept down to heft his balls and wander along the staff of his ready cock.
When Bettina wriggled off to one side and rolled over onto hands and knees, Lauralee blinked at the girl, but delighted in the sight of that enticing ass that showed a peeping of hair in its cleft. Lauralee lay upon her side, one arm curled upon the pillow beneath her head, and watched her son move around behind his wife. Of course, she thought; the pornographic movies had show this position, and Lauralee remembered the scene with clarity now.
There Robbie was, also on his knees, and running his hands over his young wife’s buttocks, around and under her smooth tummy while he slid his distended prick up and down between the cheeks of that captivating that ass. Long golden hair hanging down, Bettina squirmed at the caresses, and Lauralee could see the girl’s breasts swaying, their pink nipples like baby strawberries.
“Pretty pussy,” Robbie said. “I dig those cunt lips, baby. Feel the tip of my cock against them?”
“Umm,” Bettina whispered. “Give it to me, lover. Slide that nice hard prick up into my cunt. Show your mother how we fuck.”
Turning his head, Robbie smiled at Lauralee and fingered his shaft, angling the ballooned knob down to nudge into the girl’s tremulous labia, into the dewy pink lips so eager to take it in. Lauralee stared entranced at the spongy-hard bulb pressed inward and upward, as Bettina shifted her ass slightly to get it settled. Turning upon the bed and sliding closer upon her belly, her nipples aching against the sheet, Lauralee was intent upon the tiniest movement. It was her first experience at seeing fucking from close up — in real life, anyway, and the films at that motel couldn’t come close to this flesh and blood demonstration.
The boy’s cockhead slid from view, and slowly the swollen staff followed, disappearing into the avid clenching of Bettina’s cunt lips. Lauralee could see the labia stretched and thinned, going flat in places away from the padding of blond pubic hair. Then Robbie’s prick was buried to he hilt, his balls swinging down between the opened thighs and his belly tight against the hillocks of the girl’s ass.
Fascinated, Lauralee edged nearer, her eyes fastened upon the lascivious joining of the sexual organs. So close, she could make out each curling pussy hair, and every matching coil of the darker hair around her son’s stem. The prick moved back, shining with the lubricating juices of Bettina’s velvety cunt, and the girl’s lips clung jealously to the withdrawing meat.
As Robbie plunged it back into the shuddering vagina, Lauralee couldn’t help herself. She stroked his ass, his back, while her face remained very close to her son’s tenderly moving cock, to the rhythmic swinging of his balls. She could smell the exotic aroma of the girl’s aroused snatch, and her mouth watered.
Lauralee kissed her son’s thigh, then turned her head to plant the same caress upon Bettina. Her had crept out to catch the pendulum sack of Robbie’s testicles, and she held it softly while his prick moved back and forth, slid in and out. Letting go of his balls, she turned suddenly upon her back and moved her legs toward to head of the bed, twisting her body until she was facing up and positioned so she could thrust her head between Bettina’s spread knees and against Robbie’s.
Staring up, she watched the boy’s rod working greasily into the damp pussy lips, and at every long stroke his balls brushed her forehead. Anything was all right for them to do, she recalled; everything was possible, it there was only willingness and need. So Lauralee opened her lips and sucked her son’s sack into them, rolling her head gently with the continuing movement as he kept fucking.
It was nice, holding the knotted machinery that created the precious semen, but it still wasn’t enough. Lifting her head a little, she released the boy’s balls and instead ran her tongue along the underside of his thrusting prick. Lauralee could taste the fragrant oils of Bettina’s open cunt then, and kept working her tongue up and forward until she found the vibrant pussy lips themselves. This was the place, she thought ecstatically, here exactly where the strong cock was gliding into the stretched labia, so tasty and delicious.
Robbie’s balls moved over her nose and cheeks, and Lauralee probed Bettina’s shivering vulva, knowing the flavors of prick and pussy alike, relishing the steamy miasma that was like perfumed fog around her. She probed for and discovered the clitoral hood, and added her licking tongue tot he pressure of Robbie’s pistoning meat, teasing his cock and the leaping clit at the same moment.
Bettina jerked wildly, rocking her trim ass from side to side, and Lauralee could hear the girl moan throatily. Robbie was also reacting violently, his strokes becoming more and more convulsive each time he submerged the enlarged bud of his shaft to its fullest. Blissfully, Lauralee licked and tapped, her mouth opened wide and her lips stretched, wishing she could take in both their organs, but savoring every rapturous wiggle they made as a result of her tantalizing ministrations.
She was with them when they came, exulting in their heaving orgasm because she was a vital part of it, she was giving both her beautiful lovers more pleasure than they could get alone.
Her son’s testicles bucked as they released the pressure of their treasured juices, and Lauralee groaned as she realized that the boy’s creamy liquid was streaming forcefully into the blazing cavity whose clit she was tormenting with her tongue. Bettina rocked and churned her ass, and Robbie’s thrusting shuddered to a halt. Lauralee continued to lick furiously against his embedded meat and into the girl’s seething pussy, her tongue flicking and lashing for their chemical blending, the fuse for their tremendous explosion, and she dug her tongue hungrily into the flexing, quaking cunt.
But Lauralee sensed that Bettina was weakening; the girl’s willowy thighs sagged, and the knees were trembling. With regret, she slid from between them, to lie panting upon her back, licking at her lips. She saw Bettina collapse upon her belly, saw the boy’s hard prick snap from the juicy clenching of that golden vagina. The head was still leaking a creamy flow of semen, a pearly string of glistening come that dribbled down his now upright shaft to wet the brown moss of his crotch.
“Mom, oh Mom,” he said, “that was the greatest. I thought the head of my prick was going to blow off!”
And Bettina gasped into the pillow, “Yeah — it was so wild, I couldn’t stand it. That’s something my mother never did to us, or daddy either. You’re teaching us something, too.”
Smiling, Lauralee closed her eyes. It was wonderful to give such happiness, to give so freely of herself, even when she wasn’t receiving stimulation in return.
And purely from reflex, she had shown the kids a new trick, passed along a different sensation that had thrilled both of them tremendously. Lauralee was proud of herself for that; her instincts were right, and she would allow them to guide her from now on, whichever direction they might take.
She felt her son relaxing upon the bed and knew that he would require at least a short rest. That was all right; she wasn’t in any hurry, and they had the entire night ahead of them. Robbie would soon be horny to get back into his mother’s pussy with tongue and prick, and Bettina would join them, one way or another.
The girl’s parents hadn’t licked into their joined organs, but Mr. and Mrs. Hartmann had probably done just about everything else with these highly sensuous teenagers. Lauralee corrected herself; Chris and Jessica; if she was going to fuck the man, she ought to be thinking of him by his first name, anyhow. And the woman — there would no doubt be some intriguing, thrilling love to be shared with Jessica, also.
Lauralee caressed her breasts, fingering the rigid nipples while she squeezed her thighs together and rolled her ass just a bit. There would be so much to see — a father screwing his daughter; the girl eating greedily into her mother’s mature pussy; Robbie pumping his powerful young cock into his mother-in-law; the man and wife fucking each other.
As she felt her son’s hand moving over her pulsing mound, Lauralee thought that she was eagerly looking forward to the next day, and to meeting her new lovers-to-be.
This time, Lauralee awoke to the smell of breakfast bacon being fried and lay still in the bed, betting herself oriented. She was alone; the kids were already up, and Bettina was obviously cooking.
Stretching languorously, Lauralee felt the sheet slide down her breasts, and it seemed to caress them in passing. She felt warm and relaxed, smiling drowsily as she thought back to the long and loving night she’d spent with her son and daughter-in-law. Nothing would do but that Bettina try the same kind of tongue work she’d given the girl, so Lauralee had gladly positioned herself so that Robbie could mount her from behind.
She knew then why Bettina had gone wild, because that tongue flicking and dipping had added so much more dimension to the fucking. Her son had folded over her arched body, so he could get both hands upon her down-hanging tits while he pumped that seemingly tireless prick into her flowing cunt. Lauralee had felt very bitchy, grinding her pussy into the girl’s mouth while taking the boy’s cock, and her orgasm had been nothing but sensational.
Climbing out of bed, she went into the bathroom to pee, then brushed her teeth and took a quick shower. Between herself and Bettina, they’d gotten the idea to both eat Robbie, and the poor kid had crawled all over the bed at the experience. They’d taken turns sucking his balls and cock, practically devouring him, changing places in silent agreement until he was just about ready to come. Then their tongues intertwined around his swollen cockhead, and their lips loved it until he spurted the starchy juices for them to share.
At the vivid memory, Lauralee looked into the mirror over the sink and ran her tongue over he lips. Robbie had run out of gas, after that climax, and was drained for some time, so she and Bettina had gone on making love, screwing each other clit to clit, then finger-fucking for awhile, and finally doing a sizzling, hunching sixty-nine, their heads locked between each other’s gripping thighs, eating and pulling like hungry animals.
Giving a last touch to her hair and a dab of perfume to her breasts, Lauralee left the bath only to hesitate in her bedroom. Bettina’s parents were due today, she recalled with a lift of her nipples and a stirring within her vagina. She went to the closet and chose her best robe, which wasn’t all that great. But by letting the front gape down to the cleft between her braless tits and belting the robe tightly at her waist so that it would cling to her belly and hips, Lauralee managed to make it look sexy. She tucked her feet into fluffy mules and decided they would do.
The kids welcomed her into the kitchen with kisses, and she grinned when she saw that they were also dressed. Bettina had on a terrycloth robe of Robbie’s, and the boy wore an older one.
“So you won’t be embarrassed at first,” he explained. “Besides, they’ll have clothes on, and it’ll be a lot of fun when everybody starts to peel.”
Lauralee was very hungry, and did yeoman justice to bacon and eggs and hotcakes, complimenting Bettina on her cooking. They were finishing with coffee when the doorbell rang. Lauralee jerked bolt upright and the kids stared at her.
Bettina said, “Don’t get uptight; just relax. I’ll get the door and bring them in. Lauralee, darling — it’s all going to be natural and easy; you’ll see.”
Busying herself by clearing off the table and tidying the kitchen swiftly, Lauralee hope so. Even though she had let herself go sexually, fucking gaily and riotously in tempestuous incest, she was nervous about meeting Bettina’s father and mother. She kept telling herself that they felt the same about screwing, that they had made it with their own daughter and her son, but still she couldn’t dispel a hovering cloud of anxiety.
She heard the front door open and close, and a deep voice that mingled with Bettina’s glad cry of greeting. Her hands gripped the edge of the sink until Robbie came up behind her to press gently against the cheeks of her ass.
“It’s okay, Mom; just hand loose, baby.”
Lauralee turned to face them, but only a man stood beside Bettina, and the girl said, “Wouldn’t you know? Mom’s sister got sick this morning, and yelled for help. Mother said she shouldn’t have to stay over there more than a day, at the most…”
The man was wide-shouldered and powerfully built, his chest deep and his face rugged. Chris Hartmann was almost bald, she saw, and for a fleeting instant compared him with her former husband. Marshall was taller and had a heavy shock of thick hair; he was handsomer too. But there was something compelling about this man, an aura of sensuality and certainty that was attractive, and she thought that even if she didn’t know Chris Hartmann had fucked his own daughter when she was younger, she would still be drawn to him.
“Well,” Chris Hartmann said, “I know Robbie is a good-looking kid, and I see where he inherited his looks.” He came close and held out his hand.
Lauralee took it, feeling warm strength close about her fingers. She was a tiny bit flustered, like a teenager meeting a blind date. “Thank you. I — will you have some coffee — perhaps brandy with it?”
His eyes touched her body, slid down into the opening of her robe to feel along the dusky cleft between her breasts. Lauralee drew a deep breath, lifting her tits, and Chris’ eyes lingered upon their lush mound, at the anticipatory stiffening of her nipples.
“Yeah,” Chris answered, “please.” Tearing away his eyes, he said to the kids, “You two look as if you’ve been busier than ever, and I don’t blame you.”
Bettina gave her father a heavy-lidded smile. “We missed you and Mom, though. But I can wait a little longer, Daddy. You and Lauralee get to know each other.” Taking Robbie by the hand, she led the boy from the room, back down the hallway.
Nervously, Lauralee poured brandy and coffee, her hands shaking a bit and a tremble moving within her tummy. It was almost like being a whore, she thought, seeing a man for the first time, an utter stranger, and knowing that they were going to fuck. Maybe whores had no choice, and were forced to accept any customer, but Lauralee WANTED to screw this stranger, to know the feel of a different male body against her own and penetrating her softly giving flesh. She wanted to go exploring along the many and varied pathways of sensual love, to learn and to do.
“Here’s to the kids,” she said, lifting her cup in a casual toast. “I’m glad they’re married.”
Chris saluted her with his own cup, and with those probing eyes. “Me, too. Making it with a guy’s wife adds a fillip to the goodies, even though the wife is my own daughter. Bettina told you about that?”
Nodding, Lauralee answered softly, “Yes, she did. And it wasn’t a confession, but a proud telling. I-I know how she feels, in reverse.”
He drained his cup. “It bothered me some, at first. She’s so small and I thought I was some kind of nut, throwing it to my own kid that way. But I couldn’t stay away from her, and pretty soon, I admitted I didn’t want to. Then, when Robbie came along I was kind of jealous, but not for long; especially when he did us all a favor by laying my wife. After that, it got even better for everybody, and I rediscovered just what a juicy hot woman Jessica is.” He looked at her, “And now, there’s you.”
“Yes,” she said quietly, “there’s me.”
“You feel a little funny, a little edgy?” Chris asked.
She nodded, “And you?”
“Yeah — but I keep wanting to reach out and see if you’re real.”
Lauralee put down her cup. “Then do it.”
As the man stood up and began to drop off his shirt and pants, she turned on the breakfast stool, swivelling in the chair and fumbling with the belt of her robe. Lauralee stared at the chunky body that was being swiftly exposed, the hairy chest and muscular belly, the heavy bulge in his jockey shorts.
Chris’ prick was bigger than her son’s, bigger than she remembered her husband’s being. When it leaped from his shorts, she saw that it was thick and long, a massive shaft throbbing with energy, the puffy head dark and engorged, a veritable club with a knotted end. His pubic hair had reddish glints in its rich brown curls, and the hair marched right up his belly, its thin line spreading when it reached the barrel chest. The man’s balls swung hugely low in a wrinkled sack.
Lauralee’s robe fell open down the front, and she made a tentative motion, as if to lower herself from the barstool, but he glided toward her and put his squared hands upon her hips.
“Just like this,” he said huskily. “I never saw such beautiful, long legs, and your pussy hair looks a foot deep, all black and shiny. Your tits aren’t big, but they make a man’s hands itch to cup them.”
“I-I can go to the couch in the living room,” Lauralee whispered.
“Right her is fine,” Chris said, “I don’t want to wait a second longer to get into you, baby. I can’t move back from that gorgeous snatch.”
His hand dipped beneath her robe and found her swollen breasts. Lauralee parted her knees and Chris moved between them, that heavy cock jerking hungrily as it touched the sensitive skin of her belly. She quivered, realizing that it was going to happen right now, with no more preliminaries, without either of them having to play coy little games. They were going to FUCK, right here in her kitchen, and he was so horny that he didn’t even want her to climb off the stool. It was nice to be needed that urgently.
Hands gentle upon her vibrant breasts, Chris moved his hips, so that his distended cockhead slid over her tummy, and his mouth came closer to her own. Her face was just about on a level with his, and she looked directly into his eyes as their lips met, seeing the hot desires flaming there. Thick and hard, slippery and hot, the man’s tongue slipped into her mouth, and her own tongue attacked it greedily.
Rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, Chris pressed them down into the globes of her breasts, then allowed the erectile points to spring back against he palms of his hands, cupping the mounds, fondling them. That sturdy prick bumped her belly, and Lauralee spread her thighs wider to feel the weighted sack of the man’s balls. With his mouth still glued to hers, Chris let go of her tits and slipped one hand down to her thigh. The other was tilting his flanged knob downward and steering it blunt, sticky point into the thick fleece of her pubic mound.
Lifting her knees a bit, Lauralee edged forward on the stool, so that the probing glans could reach her labia more easily, and shuddered when she felt it nudging, pushing against her dampened cunt lips. She put her arms around his neck and her breath panted hotly steady pressure of his cockhead.
Against her teeth, he whispered, “Oh yeah, baby. Soft, hot pussy lips, all slidy and wiggling — opening for my prick — it’s working on up into you, baby — sliding up into your juicy snatch inch by inch.”
She hissed back, rolling her crotch to assist the seating of the gorged meat. “This is only the third prick I’ve ever known — my husband’s, then my son’s, and now yours. Oh Chris, Chris — your cock is so much bigger than either of theirs; it’s filling up my pussy, packing it so nicely.”
His shaft pushed on, until her cunt lips were squeezed down around its wide stem and the padding of their pubic hair was mingled as their crotches ground together in mutual passion.
“Socked into your cunt,” Chris gasped then. “I’ve got it shoved home right to the balls, Lauralee. Wrap those long, slick legs around me, darling — just hold on because I’m going to fuck you right on through the back of that stool!”
“Do it!” Lauralee grated. “Fuck me hard and fuck me mean, lover — try to rip me open with that big, beautiful fat prick — screw me harder than Robbie can, meaner than my husband ever dared — do it, do it, you stiff-cocked son of a bitch!”
Her legs clung frantically to his waist, locked and crossed at the ankles, and Lauralee jammed it to him, sliding her seething pussy back and forth upon the round, strong pole, wheeling her taut ass in avid circles and digging the points of her breasts into the thrillingly hairy expanse of his chest.
New prick, different prick; strange lover, now with his hands upon her waist to try to hold her in position while he fed that marvelous meat deep into her convulsing vagina. Her body was pinned onto and against the stool, but her pelvis could strike back at his pistoning bat, and Lauralee twisted upon it.
“Beautiful,” Chris moaned. “Oh baby — your greasy snatch is eating up my prick, biting down on it the same way as Bettina’s little pussy does — oh-uh-uh! You’re a great piece of ass — great! Those long, loose legs, the way you grind your cunt — ahh, baby — lovely, hot-assed bitch!”
His strokes pounded harder into her cunt, almost lifting her squirming ass from the barstool and making her boobs bounce, making her head rock back and forth in the hammering rhythm of his fucking. Chris’ balls went slap-slap into the steamy crack of her ass, slap-slap along the seat of the stool. Lauralee’s pussy echoed the noises, but wetly, liquidly — squish-squish.
Dipping her face, she clamped her teeth into the man’s corded throat and held on, her arms tight about his shoulders now, her entire body wriggling and humping. She laid her mattressed crotch up to him, bucking upon the impalement of his thick, hard meat and attempting to draw that bulging cockhead up through her pulsating womb, up into her stomach. Deeper and more powerfully, his prick sledged up her tremulous, hotly jellied sheath.
Chris’ breath broke away from her suctioning lips, and he gasped for air as his thrusts became offbeat and jerky. She rode them furiously, jack-hammering her snatch into his root as the golden radiance began to flare around her clit and her asshole drew pinpoint tight in anticipation of the orgasm only milliseconds away.
“C-coming!” Chris groaned, hanging onto her wildly gyrating hips. “Oh baby, you’re tearing the head right off my prick and I’m COMING!”
Pivoting sinuously, lasciviously upon this new cock, feeling the gushing of thick and bubbling semen, Lauralee clawed her for her own all-pervading climax, coming in a frenzy of humpings, wrestling him between her thighs as her pelvis beat into his. She came and came, sizzling wavelets of rapture timing themselves to the spurting of his semen, reacting with ecstasy to each spatter of live juice that hosed her cervix, that cascaded throughout her vagina.
“Lovely, lovely!” she gasped. “Oh lover — this big prick is so hard, nice and thick and long, and it’s still squirting come into my pussy!”
Chris sighed against her throat, his thumbs digging into her churning hips, his submerged cock held within the fiery cauldron of her inundated snatch, his testicles twitching as they emptied themselves in a final spasming. “What a wild fuck,” he murmured. “You must drive your kid right up the wall with that hungry pussy.”
“And you must freak out your daughter with that big cock,” she answered, “as well as your wife.”
Keeping his shaft crammed into her flexing drenched cunt to the balls, Chris said, “Between Robbie and me, we’ll keep you all busy and loving. Oh man, I can feel come leaking out of your box and puddling into my balls. I must have fired one hell of a big load.”
“You did,” Lauralee agreed, letting her legs slide down and moving slightly back with her crotch, so that his prick started to glide from it syrupy gloving. She anted to fuck him some more, to see if his prick tasted different, to discover how Chris went about eating her pussy. She wanted to climb on to and ride him to have him mount her from behind. And she would, she thought — she certainly would.
That would come with time, she thought, as most of her earlier programming had already. She didn’t need to hide her body behind a stylish shield of clothes; it was a good body, sensual and pleasure-giving. People love it, all the hillocks and crevices, all the smooth skin and warm flesh. Now she did, also.
Bettina helped her clear the table, and they stuffed dishes into the washer while Robbie went to clean up. In one way, Lauralee felt comfortable with the girl; in another there was an undercurrent of sexual tension between them that would never allow her to be completely at ease with her daughter-in-law. But that wasn’t bad; she felt the identical tension with her own son, a heightening of all her senses as their bodies struck sparks from each other.
It was probably just that way with Bettina and her father, Lauralee thought, that closeness of blood and breaking of the taboo causing an accelerated drive, a more intense need. Yet both she and the girl had plenty of love left over for others, perhaps even magnified because of the incomparable fulfillment they knew, a completeness always laced with a certain degree of insatiability. Whatever it was, the results were nothing short of terrific.
Bettina leaned back against he dishwasher, and its red ON lights seemed to accent, to outline the sleek charm of the finely modelled body. The girl said, “Mom and Dad were really surprised when I told them all about us. Robbie had mentioned how could you were, how you never went out with anyone. But they’re happy it’s all working out so well, and very eager to meet you.”
“I feel silly because I’ve only spoken to them on the phone,” Lauralee answered. “I didn’t want to meet them because I was so set against Robbie getting married — not only to you, but to any girl. Now I suppose I’m a little afraid of them.”
The girl slid gracefully away from the machine, the tiny body undulating, all honey-gold and smooth. “They’re cool people, Lauralee; I’m sure you’ll dig them and it’ll do you a lot of good to screw another guy, someone besides Robbie. My dad can give you a wonderful fucking.”
A little tremble stirred deep within Lauralee’s body, and her skin felt warmer, more sensitive. She wondered what the man looked like, and about the size and shape of his prick; would it be thicker than her son’s shaft, or longer? Would the swollen cockhead be formed any differently, and would it make any kind of change in her sensual enjoyment? Having a strange body fitted to her own had to be exciting, she decided, and hoped she would be able to make the man as happy.
She reached out for Bettina and drew the slim body to her own, revelling in the touch of the flawless skin and its eager warmth. “I’m sure he can, dear. I just hope I can match it; I haven’t had much experience, you know.”
Bettina snuggled close, pressing the cones of her neat tits into the flesh of Lauralee’s ribs, pressing the satin glory of her humid mound into a thigh. “Oh, you will, don’t worry. Daddy will go ape when he sees you, and we’ll be lucky if we can pry his big cock out of your sweet pussy later. And Mom — well, she’s wonderful. You’ll see, when we all get together tomorrow. Tonight, we’ll ball each other some more — you and me and Robbie.”
Lauralee stroked gently seeking hands over the diminutive sculpture of the girl’s lovely ass and said, “In my bed this time; it’s been empty too long. And with the lights on, so I can see everything, so I can catch a glimpse of us in the mirror. My husband and I always did it in the dark — my fault, of course. And we didn’t fuck all that often, anyway. Again, my fault.”
Bettina came up on tippytoe so she could touch her furry little vulva to the thick matting of Lauralee’s pussy. “It couldn’t have been ALL your fault, darling. You’re too passionate, too hot a woman. He must have done something to turn you off.”
“I’ll take the blame,” Lauralee said, and forced her self back from the pulsing body. “But we’d better take our baths right now, or we never will. Robbie ought to be done and waiting on us.”
Holding hands, they moved along the hallway, their hips and thighs brushing with occasional quick kisses. Heat grew in Lauralee’s belly, dampening her pussy and making her inner thighs tense. The entire night lay before them, beckoning and laden with erotic promises. They separated as Lauralee headed for her own bathroom, turned a little dizzy by overlapping expectations of tonight and tomorrow.
When Lauralee came back into her bedroom, she was refreshed and squeaky clean, her skin powdered and perfumed, her ebony hair fluffed out. She walked tall, her long legs swinging easily, smoothly, with her firm and nicely rounded breasts bouncing their tips gone stiff and dark. Her olive-toned skin was touched with rose and glowing from her bath. Lauralee was ready for anything, knowing she looked good, that she was appealing to the eye, a joy to all the senses. It was good to be proud, to show all she had.
She paused a moment, looking down at the beautiful couple already stretched and waiting for he upon the bed, and saw their eyes light up with appreciation. They were so lovely in their youth, she thought, both of them slim and sleek, both tapered just so, rounded delightfully in the proper places. The girl had her slender thighs parted slightly, the blonde hair of her small mound gleaming, the polished belly flat and silken. Robbie’s prick was fully turgid, the blue veins a delicate network around the hardened shaft, the adorable cockhead bulging splendidly. Brown hair curled over and around his balls, and the boy’s hand was gently caressing the sack.
“Wow,” he breathed. “You can make any guy jack off, by just standing there bare-assed, Mom. I sure feel sorry for my father, not knowing what a fantastic piece of hot pussy you are.”
Lauralee flowed toward the bed, and lay down beside him, giving him her tits to fondle, her heart picking up its pace and pulses throbbing in her throat. This was the bed, the place she and her ex-husband had slept, where she had so many times lain stiff and unyielding, merely trying to do a repugnant wifely duty and never enjoying it.
Robbie’s hand was on her snatch, one finger sliding up and down her damply palpitating labia, and her entire body yearned to him, for him, urgently needing the plunging of that boyish cock. But Lauralee forced herself to pull away from him.
“Darling, I don’t want to be greedy. Beside, I haven’t watched you put that gorgeous stiff prick to your wife yet. Show me how you fuck her, Robbie; I’ll enjoy that as much as screwing you myself.” And she would, she thought; she wanted to see every minute detail of their lovemaking, to watch each slide of her son’s rigid prick into the delectable lips of Bettina’s lovely, girlish cunt.
“Okay, Mom; I’ll still have a hard-on for you, anyway.”
His wife rolled toward him, and Lauralee gave them room, eyeing the caressing movements of their hands and the slow writhing of their bodies. She saw them kiss, and watched the resultant tremors that shook them as Robbie’s hands sought the girl’s breasts, as Bettina’s fingers crept down to heft his balls and wander along the staff of his ready cock.
When Bettina wriggled off to one side and rolled over onto hands and knees, Lauralee blinked at the girl, but delighted in the sight of that enticing ass that showed a peeping of hair in its cleft. Lauralee lay upon her side, one arm curled upon the pillow beneath her head, and watched her son move around behind his wife. Of course, she thought; the pornographic movies had show this position, and Lauralee remembered the scene with clarity now.
There Robbie was, also on his knees, and running his hands over his young wife’s buttocks, around and under her smooth tummy while he slid his distended prick up and down between the cheeks of that captivating that ass. Long golden hair hanging down, Bettina squirmed at the caresses, and Lauralee could see the girl’s breasts swaying, their pink nipples like baby strawberries.
“Pretty pussy,” Robbie said. “I dig those cunt lips, baby. Feel the tip of my cock against them?”
“Umm,” Bettina whispered. “Give it to me, lover. Slide that nice hard prick up into my cunt. Show your mother how we fuck.”
Turning his head, Robbie smiled at Lauralee and fingered his shaft, angling the ballooned knob down to nudge into the girl’s tremulous labia, into the dewy pink lips so eager to take it in. Lauralee stared entranced at the spongy-hard bulb pressed inward and upward, as Bettina shifted her ass slightly to get it settled. Turning upon the bed and sliding closer upon her belly, her nipples aching against the sheet, Lauralee was intent upon the tiniest movement. It was her first experience at seeing fucking from close up — in real life, anyway, and the films at that motel couldn’t come close to this flesh and blood demonstration.
The boy’s cockhead slid from view, and slowly the swollen staff followed, disappearing into the avid clenching of Bettina’s cunt lips. Lauralee could see the labia stretched and thinned, going flat in places away from the padding of blond pubic hair. Then Robbie’s prick was buried to he hilt, his balls swinging down between the opened thighs and his belly tight against the hillocks of the girl’s ass.
Fascinated, Lauralee edged nearer, her eyes fastened upon the lascivious joining of the sexual organs. So close, she could make out each curling pussy hair, and every matching coil of the darker hair around her son’s stem. The prick moved back, shining with the lubricating juices of Bettina’s velvety cunt, and the girl’s lips clung jealously to the withdrawing meat.
As Robbie plunged it back into the shuddering vagina, Lauralee couldn’t help herself. She stroked his ass, his back, while her face remained very close to her son’s tenderly moving cock, to the rhythmic swinging of his balls. She could smell the exotic aroma of the girl’s aroused snatch, and her mouth watered.
Lauralee kissed her son’s thigh, then turned her head to plant the same caress upon Bettina. Her had crept out to catch the pendulum sack of Robbie’s testicles, and she held it softly while his prick moved back and forth, slid in and out. Letting go of his balls, she turned suddenly upon her back and moved her legs toward to head of the bed, twisting her body until she was facing up and positioned so she could thrust her head between Bettina’s spread knees and against Robbie’s.
Staring up, she watched the boy’s rod working greasily into the damp pussy lips, and at every long stroke his balls brushed her forehead. Anything was all right for them to do, she recalled; everything was possible, it there was only willingness and need. So Lauralee opened her lips and sucked her son’s sack into them, rolling her head gently with the continuing movement as he kept fucking.
It was nice, holding the knotted machinery that created the precious semen, but it still wasn’t enough. Lifting her head a little, she released the boy’s balls and instead ran her tongue along the underside of his thrusting prick. Lauralee could taste the fragrant oils of Bettina’s open cunt then, and kept working her tongue up and forward until she found the vibrant pussy lips themselves. This was the place, she thought ecstatically, here exactly where the strong cock was gliding into the stretched labia, so tasty and delicious.
Robbie’s balls moved over her nose and cheeks, and Lauralee probed Bettina’s shivering vulva, knowing the flavors of prick and pussy alike, relishing the steamy miasma that was like perfumed fog around her. She probed for and discovered the clitoral hood, and added her licking tongue tot he pressure of Robbie’s pistoning meat, teasing his cock and the leaping clit at the same moment.
Bettina jerked wildly, rocking her trim ass from side to side, and Lauralee could hear the girl moan throatily. Robbie was also reacting violently, his strokes becoming more and more convulsive each time he submerged the enlarged bud of his shaft to its fullest. Blissfully, Lauralee licked and tapped, her mouth opened wide and her lips stretched, wishing she could take in both their organs, but savoring every rapturous wiggle they made as a result of her tantalizing ministrations.
She was with them when they came, exulting in their heaving orgasm because she was a vital part of it, she was giving both her beautiful lovers more pleasure than they could get alone.
Her son’s testicles bucked as they released the pressure of their treasured juices, and Lauralee groaned as she realized that the boy’s creamy liquid was streaming forcefully into the blazing cavity whose clit she was tormenting with her tongue. Bettina rocked and churned her ass, and Robbie’s thrusting shuddered to a halt. Lauralee continued to lick furiously against his embedded meat and into the girl’s seething pussy, her tongue flicking and lashing for their chemical blending, the fuse for their tremendous explosion, and she dug her tongue hungrily into the flexing, quaking cunt.
But Lauralee sensed that Bettina was weakening; the girl’s willowy thighs sagged, and the knees were trembling. With regret, she slid from between them, to lie panting upon her back, licking at her lips. She saw Bettina collapse upon her belly, saw the boy’s hard prick snap from the juicy clenching of that golden vagina. The head was still leaking a creamy flow of semen, a pearly string of glistening come that dribbled down his now upright shaft to wet the brown moss of his crotch.
“Mom, oh Mom,” he said, “that was the greatest. I thought the head of my prick was going to blow off!”
And Bettina gasped into the pillow, “Yeah — it was so wild, I couldn’t stand it. That’s something my mother never did to us, or daddy either. You’re teaching us something, too.”
Smiling, Lauralee closed her eyes. It was wonderful to give such happiness, to give so freely of herself, even when she wasn’t receiving stimulation in return.
And purely from reflex, she had shown the kids a new trick, passed along a different sensation that had thrilled both of them tremendously. Lauralee was proud of herself for that; her instincts were right, and she would allow them to guide her from now on, whichever direction they might take.
She felt her son relaxing upon the bed and knew that he would require at least a short rest. That was all right; she wasn’t in any hurry, and they had the entire night ahead of them. Robbie would soon be horny to get back into his mother’s pussy with tongue and prick, and Bettina would join them, one way or another.
The girl’s parents hadn’t licked into their joined organs, but Mr. and Mrs. Hartmann had probably done just about everything else with these highly sensuous teenagers. Lauralee corrected herself; Chris and Jessica; if she was going to fuck the man, she ought to be thinking of him by his first name, anyhow. And the woman — there would no doubt be some intriguing, thrilling love to be shared with Jessica, also.
Lauralee caressed her breasts, fingering the rigid nipples while she squeezed her thighs together and rolled her ass just a bit. There would be so much to see — a father screwing his daughter; the girl eating greedily into her mother’s mature pussy; Robbie pumping his powerful young cock into his mother-in-law; the man and wife fucking each other.
As she felt her son’s hand moving over her pulsing mound, Lauralee thought that she was eagerly looking forward to the next day, and to meeting her new lovers-to-be.
This time, Lauralee awoke to the smell of breakfast bacon being fried and lay still in the bed, betting herself oriented. She was alone; the kids were already up, and Bettina was obviously cooking.
Stretching languorously, Lauralee felt the sheet slide down her breasts, and it seemed to caress them in passing. She felt warm and relaxed, smiling drowsily as she thought back to the long and loving night she’d spent with her son and daughter-in-law. Nothing would do but that Bettina try the same kind of tongue work she’d given the girl, so Lauralee had gladly positioned herself so that Robbie could mount her from behind.
She knew then why Bettina had gone wild, because that tongue flicking and dipping had added so much more dimension to the fucking. Her son had folded over her arched body, so he could get both hands upon her down-hanging tits while he pumped that seemingly tireless prick into her flowing cunt. Lauralee had felt very bitchy, grinding her pussy into the girl’s mouth while taking the boy’s cock, and her orgasm had been nothing but sensational.
Climbing out of bed, she went into the bathroom to pee, then brushed her teeth and took a quick shower. Between herself and Bettina, they’d gotten the idea to both eat Robbie, and the poor kid had crawled all over the bed at the experience. They’d taken turns sucking his balls and cock, practically devouring him, changing places in silent agreement until he was just about ready to come. Then their tongues intertwined around his swollen cockhead, and their lips loved it until he spurted the starchy juices for them to share.
At the vivid memory, Lauralee looked into the mirror over the sink and ran her tongue over he lips. Robbie had run out of gas, after that climax, and was drained for some time, so she and Bettina had gone on making love, screwing each other clit to clit, then finger-fucking for awhile, and finally doing a sizzling, hunching sixty-nine, their heads locked between each other’s gripping thighs, eating and pulling like hungry animals.
Giving a last touch to her hair and a dab of perfume to her breasts, Lauralee left the bath only to hesitate in her bedroom. Bettina’s parents were due today, she recalled with a lift of her nipples and a stirring within her vagina. She went to the closet and chose her best robe, which wasn’t all that great. But by letting the front gape down to the cleft between her braless tits and belting the robe tightly at her waist so that it would cling to her belly and hips, Lauralee managed to make it look sexy. She tucked her feet into fluffy mules and decided they would do.
The kids welcomed her into the kitchen with kisses, and she grinned when she saw that they were also dressed. Bettina had on a terrycloth robe of Robbie’s, and the boy wore an older one.
“So you won’t be embarrassed at first,” he explained. “Besides, they’ll have clothes on, and it’ll be a lot of fun when everybody starts to peel.”
Lauralee was very hungry, and did yeoman justice to bacon and eggs and hotcakes, complimenting Bettina on her cooking. They were finishing with coffee when the doorbell rang. Lauralee jerked bolt upright and the kids stared at her.
Bettina said, “Don’t get uptight; just relax. I’ll get the door and bring them in. Lauralee, darling — it’s all going to be natural and easy; you’ll see.”
Busying herself by clearing off the table and tidying the kitchen swiftly, Lauralee hope so. Even though she had let herself go sexually, fucking gaily and riotously in tempestuous incest, she was nervous about meeting Bettina’s father and mother. She kept telling herself that they felt the same about screwing, that they had made it with their own daughter and her son, but still she couldn’t dispel a hovering cloud of anxiety.
She heard the front door open and close, and a deep voice that mingled with Bettina’s glad cry of greeting. Her hands gripped the edge of the sink until Robbie came up behind her to press gently against the cheeks of her ass.
“It’s okay, Mom; just hand loose, baby.”
Lauralee turned to face them, but only a man stood beside Bettina, and the girl said, “Wouldn’t you know? Mom’s sister got sick this morning, and yelled for help. Mother said she shouldn’t have to stay over there more than a day, at the most…”
The man was wide-shouldered and powerfully built, his chest deep and his face rugged. Chris Hartmann was almost bald, she saw, and for a fleeting instant compared him with her former husband. Marshall was taller and had a heavy shock of thick hair; he was handsomer too. But there was something compelling about this man, an aura of sensuality and certainty that was attractive, and she thought that even if she didn’t know Chris Hartmann had fucked his own daughter when she was younger, she would still be drawn to him.
“Well,” Chris Hartmann said, “I know Robbie is a good-looking kid, and I see where he inherited his looks.” He came close and held out his hand.
Lauralee took it, feeling warm strength close about her fingers. She was a tiny bit flustered, like a teenager meeting a blind date. “Thank you. I — will you have some coffee — perhaps brandy with it?”
His eyes touched her body, slid down into the opening of her robe to feel along the dusky cleft between her breasts. Lauralee drew a deep breath, lifting her tits, and Chris’ eyes lingered upon their lush mound, at the anticipatory stiffening of her nipples.
“Yeah,” Chris answered, “please.” Tearing away his eyes, he said to the kids, “You two look as if you’ve been busier than ever, and I don’t blame you.”
Bettina gave her father a heavy-lidded smile. “We missed you and Mom, though. But I can wait a little longer, Daddy. You and Lauralee get to know each other.” Taking Robbie by the hand, she led the boy from the room, back down the hallway.
Nervously, Lauralee poured brandy and coffee, her hands shaking a bit and a tremble moving within her tummy. It was almost like being a whore, she thought, seeing a man for the first time, an utter stranger, and knowing that they were going to fuck. Maybe whores had no choice, and were forced to accept any customer, but Lauralee WANTED to screw this stranger, to know the feel of a different male body against her own and penetrating her softly giving flesh. She wanted to go exploring along the many and varied pathways of sensual love, to learn and to do.
“Here’s to the kids,” she said, lifting her cup in a casual toast. “I’m glad they’re married.”
Chris saluted her with his own cup, and with those probing eyes. “Me, too. Making it with a guy’s wife adds a fillip to the goodies, even though the wife is my own daughter. Bettina told you about that?”
Nodding, Lauralee answered softly, “Yes, she did. And it wasn’t a confession, but a proud telling. I-I know how she feels, in reverse.”
He drained his cup. “It bothered me some, at first. She’s so small and I thought I was some kind of nut, throwing it to my own kid that way. But I couldn’t stay away from her, and pretty soon, I admitted I didn’t want to. Then, when Robbie came along I was kind of jealous, but not for long; especially when he did us all a favor by laying my wife. After that, it got even better for everybody, and I rediscovered just what a juicy hot woman Jessica is.” He looked at her, “And now, there’s you.”
“Yes,” she said quietly, “there’s me.”
“You feel a little funny, a little edgy?” Chris asked.
She nodded, “And you?”
“Yeah — but I keep wanting to reach out and see if you’re real.”
Lauralee put down her cup. “Then do it.”
As the man stood up and began to drop off his shirt and pants, she turned on the breakfast stool, swivelling in the chair and fumbling with the belt of her robe. Lauralee stared at the chunky body that was being swiftly exposed, the hairy chest and muscular belly, the heavy bulge in his jockey shorts.
Chris’ prick was bigger than her son’s, bigger than she remembered her husband’s being. When it leaped from his shorts, she saw that it was thick and long, a massive shaft throbbing with energy, the puffy head dark and engorged, a veritable club with a knotted end. His pubic hair had reddish glints in its rich brown curls, and the hair marched right up his belly, its thin line spreading when it reached the barrel chest. The man’s balls swung hugely low in a wrinkled sack.
Lauralee’s robe fell open down the front, and she made a tentative motion, as if to lower herself from the barstool, but he glided toward her and put his squared hands upon her hips.
“Just like this,” he said huskily. “I never saw such beautiful, long legs, and your pussy hair looks a foot deep, all black and shiny. Your tits aren’t big, but they make a man’s hands itch to cup them.”
“I-I can go to the couch in the living room,” Lauralee whispered.
“Right her is fine,” Chris said, “I don’t want to wait a second longer to get into you, baby. I can’t move back from that gorgeous snatch.”
His hand dipped beneath her robe and found her swollen breasts. Lauralee parted her knees and Chris moved between them, that heavy cock jerking hungrily as it touched the sensitive skin of her belly. She quivered, realizing that it was going to happen right now, with no more preliminaries, without either of them having to play coy little games. They were going to FUCK, right here in her kitchen, and he was so horny that he didn’t even want her to climb off the stool. It was nice to be needed that urgently.
Hands gentle upon her vibrant breasts, Chris moved his hips, so that his distended cockhead slid over her tummy, and his mouth came closer to her own. Her face was just about on a level with his, and she looked directly into his eyes as their lips met, seeing the hot desires flaming there. Thick and hard, slippery and hot, the man’s tongue slipped into her mouth, and her own tongue attacked it greedily.
Rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, Chris pressed them down into the globes of her breasts, then allowed the erectile points to spring back against he palms of his hands, cupping the mounds, fondling them. That sturdy prick bumped her belly, and Lauralee spread her thighs wider to feel the weighted sack of the man’s balls. With his mouth still glued to hers, Chris let go of her tits and slipped one hand down to her thigh. The other was tilting his flanged knob downward and steering it blunt, sticky point into the thick fleece of her pubic mound.
Lifting her knees a bit, Lauralee edged forward on the stool, so that the probing glans could reach her labia more easily, and shuddered when she felt it nudging, pushing against her dampened cunt lips. She put her arms around his neck and her breath panted hotly steady pressure of his cockhead.
Against her teeth, he whispered, “Oh yeah, baby. Soft, hot pussy lips, all slidy and wiggling — opening for my prick — it’s working on up into you, baby — sliding up into your juicy snatch inch by inch.”
She hissed back, rolling her crotch to assist the seating of the gorged meat. “This is only the third prick I’ve ever known — my husband’s, then my son’s, and now yours. Oh Chris, Chris — your cock is so much bigger than either of theirs; it’s filling up my pussy, packing it so nicely.”
His shaft pushed on, until her cunt lips were squeezed down around its wide stem and the padding of their pubic hair was mingled as their crotches ground together in mutual passion.
“Socked into your cunt,” Chris gasped then. “I’ve got it shoved home right to the balls, Lauralee. Wrap those long, slick legs around me, darling — just hold on because I’m going to fuck you right on through the back of that stool!”
“Do it!” Lauralee grated. “Fuck me hard and fuck me mean, lover — try to rip me open with that big, beautiful fat prick — screw me harder than Robbie can, meaner than my husband ever dared — do it, do it, you stiff-cocked son of a bitch!”
Her legs clung frantically to his waist, locked and crossed at the ankles, and Lauralee jammed it to him, sliding her seething pussy back and forth upon the round, strong pole, wheeling her taut ass in avid circles and digging the points of her breasts into the thrillingly hairy expanse of his chest.
New prick, different prick; strange lover, now with his hands upon her waist to try to hold her in position while he fed that marvelous meat deep into her convulsing vagina. Her body was pinned onto and against the stool, but her pelvis could strike back at his pistoning bat, and Lauralee twisted upon it.
“Beautiful,” Chris moaned. “Oh baby — your greasy snatch is eating up my prick, biting down on it the same way as Bettina’s little pussy does — oh-uh-uh! You’re a great piece of ass — great! Those long, loose legs, the way you grind your cunt — ahh, baby — lovely, hot-assed bitch!”
His strokes pounded harder into her cunt, almost lifting her squirming ass from the barstool and making her boobs bounce, making her head rock back and forth in the hammering rhythm of his fucking. Chris’ balls went slap-slap into the steamy crack of her ass, slap-slap along the seat of the stool. Lauralee’s pussy echoed the noises, but wetly, liquidly — squish-squish.
Dipping her face, she clamped her teeth into the man’s corded throat and held on, her arms tight about his shoulders now, her entire body wriggling and humping. She laid her mattressed crotch up to him, bucking upon the impalement of his thick, hard meat and attempting to draw that bulging cockhead up through her pulsating womb, up into her stomach. Deeper and more powerfully, his prick sledged up her tremulous, hotly jellied sheath.
Chris’ breath broke away from her suctioning lips, and he gasped for air as his thrusts became offbeat and jerky. She rode them furiously, jack-hammering her snatch into his root as the golden radiance began to flare around her clit and her asshole drew pinpoint tight in anticipation of the orgasm only milliseconds away.
“C-coming!” Chris groaned, hanging onto her wildly gyrating hips. “Oh baby, you’re tearing the head right off my prick and I’m COMING!”
Pivoting sinuously, lasciviously upon this new cock, feeling the gushing of thick and bubbling semen, Lauralee clawed her for her own all-pervading climax, coming in a frenzy of humpings, wrestling him between her thighs as her pelvis beat into his. She came and came, sizzling wavelets of rapture timing themselves to the spurting of his semen, reacting with ecstasy to each spatter of live juice that hosed her cervix, that cascaded throughout her vagina.
“Lovely, lovely!” she gasped. “Oh lover — this big prick is so hard, nice and thick and long, and it’s still squirting come into my pussy!”
Chris sighed against her throat, his thumbs digging into her churning hips, his submerged cock held within the fiery cauldron of her inundated snatch, his testicles twitching as they emptied themselves in a final spasming. “What a wild fuck,” he murmured. “You must drive your kid right up the wall with that hungry pussy.”
“And you must freak out your daughter with that big cock,” she answered, “as well as your wife.”
Keeping his shaft crammed into her flexing drenched cunt to the balls, Chris said, “Between Robbie and me, we’ll keep you all busy and loving. Oh man, I can feel come leaking out of your box and puddling into my balls. I must have fired one hell of a big load.”
“You did,” Lauralee agreed, letting her legs slide down and moving slightly back with her crotch, so that his prick started to glide from it syrupy gloving. She anted to fuck him some more, to see if his prick tasted different, to discover how Chris went about eating her pussy. She wanted to climb on to and ride him to have him mount her from behind. And she would, she thought — she certainly would.
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