After they went into the living room, Lauralee got a little high, and Chris wasn’t far behind her, she knew. They polished off several drinks in a row, and she no longer felt strange with him. The man was easy to be with, and they laughed a lot. She noticed that his prick didn’t recover as quickly as Robbie’s, but it was well on the way, lifting slowly and growing bigger around as they sneaked fleeting caresses of each other’s body, as they kissed tenderly between drinks.
The kids, she thought, Robbie and Bettina were giving them plenty of time to become adjusted. Lauralee wished they would come on in and join them; she was developing some deliciously erotic ideas about what the four of them could do together. But there would be a lot of time for group experimentation, she realized, and meanwhile, Chris was beginning to get horny once more. As for herself, Lauralee thought that she had never been turned off, not since that first time when she had surrendered to Bettina’s deft loving; and her son’s fucking had only intensified her long-withheld desires, fanning them into a furnace that was never banked.
They were sitting on the couch, their thighs touching, and Lauralee began to caress the partly turgid cock, folding it gently and fondling the budding glans, then tickling down into the sack of the heavily furred balls. Stroking below them, fingering along the narrow ridge that reached to his asshole, Lauralee wondered if men would like to feel something up there, too. Remembering the weird thrill when Bettina had eased a finger into her anus, Lauralee puzzled over what size cock could actually be taken into that tight back door.
She discarded any idea of Chris’ large prick would hurt, but Robbie’s slender tool might do very well. Lauralee felt ann insidious tremor move inside her dripping vagina. One thin cock sliding into her ass, and another, bigger one, packing her pussy; it would be fantastic, to be loved so by two males at the same time. Closing her eyes as she manipulated Chris’ shaft into further growth, she rocked in imaginative rhythm, pretending that her body was sandwiched between them, that two stiff pricks were pumping tenderly into her flesh, voluptuously greased and adoring. She could be so wonderfully debauched!
Tucking her legs up beneath her body, Lauralee turned upon the couch and gazed at the fully bloomed cockhead, darker than her son’s and much more flared. There was a tiny smear of paste near the little slot, left over from the roaring fountain of semen this man had ejaculated into her snatch.
Had it only been days ago when she would have shuddered in horror at even the idea of simply handling a man’s prick, much less going down on it? To Lauralee, that old part of her life seemed hidden in antiquity. She felt that she had been truly born back there in that wantonly appealing motel. Bending lower, she kissed the stubby tip of Chris’ cockhead while her fingers continued to tantalize his balls and scrotum and the trunk of his burly shaft.
“Did it thrill you,” she asked with her breath blowing hotly over the swollen knob, “when your daughter first took this into her mouth?”
His fingers meandered through her hair. “It sure as hell did. You know, I’d never have gotten the guts to even feel Bettina’s tight little ass if I hadn’t caught her he and her girl friend eating each other. I’m not sure if she knows it yet, but I was there in the door for a long time, staring down at those two neat little bodies, all naked and twisting, seeing those gorgeous young cunts pumped into mouths. Hell; my prick started to leak, so I took it out of my pants and jacked off right then and there. I threw a load of come halfway across the room, and if they hadn’t broken apart just after that, I probably would have done it again.”
Kissing the head of his prick, Lauralee asked, “What happened to the other girl?”
Chris stretched out his legs and his glans flexed. “Oh, she was scared out of her mind, and split. I haven’t seen her again. She tore out of there carrying her clothes, and she won’t even talk to Bettina on the phone. It’s a damned shame; she’s a cute little bitch.”
Lauralee licked tenderly over the distended bulb, running her tongue below it where the small pouch of scar tissue was very soft. “Bettina said you practically raped her.”
Chris grunted. “I had to. There was my girl’s forbidden cunt, gleaming up at me all wet and golden, and those hard, pink nipples, and that delicate, babyish ass — and it wasn’t like she was some innocent kid. I’d seen her eating pussy and getting her own gobbled. So I kicked off my pants and walked over to where she was lying on her own bed, and I grabbed her by the knees. Spreading them wide open, I jammed my cockhead into her dainty snatch.”
Rolling the fat knob of his big rod against her cheek, Lauralee said, “And she loved it.”
“Damned right,” Chris agreed. “Only I didn’t know she’d never had a cock before. She’d only been playing sixty-nine with the other girl, and she was a cherry. I had one hell of a time getting my big prick up that narrow little hole. She never made a sound, just held onto the cheeks of my ass and tried to help, looking up into my eyes and smiling and licking her lips. Well, I popped off before I could break her maidenhead, but all that slippery come helped out a lot. When I finally got my cock stuffed up Bettina I could give her the kind of long, deep fucking she needed then. It was slow and sweet, and I guess the kid came eight or ten times, moaning and telling me how much she loved her daddy’s big prick. When I came again, I thought my backbone had melted and was splashing out of the head of my cock. Well — from then on, my hot-assed little daughter and her horny old man have been fucking damned near every day and night.”
Lauralee drew the delectable cockhead into her mouth and slid it across her tongue, dripping her cheeks in to caress it as the knob reached back into the velvet chalice of her throat. She wished she had been there to see this man screwing Bettina for the first time; she wanted to see it now, to become a vicarious participant in the abandoned, provocative loving between father and daughter. So she only bobbed her head up and down a few times, teasing the prick shamelessly with her now-experienced tongue and sucking delicately at it. Then Lauralee lifted her mouth from around the tasty meat and sat up.
She had almost expected to see them standing in the entrance to the living room, and wasn’t surprised when they were. Hand in hand, their slender naked bodies all fresh and radiant, Bettina and Robbie smiled and moved toward the couch. The girl’s small breasts jiggled enticingly, and the boy’s rigid prick bobbed up and down as he walked, the deeply pink knob like a signal.
Lauralee was happy they were close, that these wonderful kids had sensed her urgent need for them. Robbie was nearer, and she reached out one had to curl her fingers around his erect young cock; the other one still had a warm grip upon Chris’ pole. Holding them both, she said, “This is just marvelous, to be able to hold two nice, stiff pricks in my hands, to know that both of them have pumped creamy come into my pussy, and will again.”
Bettina sat down on the other side of her father, putting one shapely arm around the man’s neck and kissing him hungrily. “Didn’t I tell you she was great, Daddy? We didn’t get to see you fuck her, but we were watching while she was licking you cock. I was kind of hoping she didn’t finish you off, because it’s been awhile since we made it, you and I.”
Robbie leaned forward so Lauralee could rub his cockhead up and down her cheek. He said, “Go ahead, Chris; I can tell my mother is al excited about seeing you put the meat to Bettina. We’re all her together, and whatever happens from there is okay.”
Lauralee felt the girl’s small hand touching the fingers she had wrapped around Chris’ upright club, caressing both Lauralee’s fingers and her daddy’s prick.
But only for a moment, because Lauralee’s hand drifted away as she moved back. Tugging upon her son’s shaft, she said softly, “We’ll take the floor, darling. Tell Mother — shall I go take a quick douche, or is it all right to keep Chris’ stuff in me?”
Robbie put and arm around her waist, low down, so that he could trail exciting fingertips across her belly and play them into the humid edges of her pubic hair. “Leave it,” he said, kissing her bare shoulder. “I like a nice, slippery cunt. I dig it when I follow Chris, and I like to jam my prick into Bettina’s pussy right after he pumped it full of juice — or into Jessica’s deep cunt, the same way. He gets a band out of it, too; fucking after me, I mean.”
She sank to the carpet, her thighs tingling and her breasts heavy with expectation. “Do you take turns on them, your wife and her mother?”
Robbie lay beside her, both of them facing the couch where they could watch the love scene that was unfolding there between the sleek, volatile Bettina and her burly, hairy father.
“Yeah,” her son answered, “and sometimes we ball one of them together, changing places from pussy to mouth and back again. It’s a blast, doing it that way.”
Lauralee’s heart fluttered. “Have you — have you ever put your beautiful cock into someone’s ass?”
“Jessica’s,” he admitted. “Bettina is too small.”
“Did you screw her like that while Chris was making it in her pussy?” she persisted.
“Not yet,” Robbie said. “We haven’t had the time, but I’ve been thinking about it.”
Lauralee watched the pair on the couch, seeing Chris cupping his daughter’s girlish pussy with one hand, watching their tongues flick together in urgency. “Good,” she whispered throatily, “then you can both screw me like that, get me between you and shove both your gorgeous, stiff cocks up me.”
“Man,” her son breathed, “I always get turned on, seeing them feel each other up. Look how she’s massaging his big prick, and the way he’s sliding a finger up into her snatch. Bettina has such a beautiful ass.”
“And he has such a magnificent prick,” Lauralee said. “But I’ll always love YOUR cock, darling. Let’s just lie here on our sides, and I’ll lift one leg over you like this — can you see them okay?”
“Perfectly,” Robbie answered, his hands feeling over and around her breasts now, his hard young tool pressed into her grassy crotch.
Hesitating, not anxious to hurry things along, Lauralee snuggled her vulva into her son’s wonderfully hard muscle and stared at the couple on the couch. Bettina was writhing upon the finger imbedded within her tightly clasping pussy, hunching upon her daddy’s hand and nibbling at this mouth while clutching his swollen prick as if she never meant to let it go.
Robbie ground his stem lightly into her crotch and said, “That’s how it always is with them; one touch, and they’re hot to fuck. I guess it’s that way with you and me, Mom.”
Slowly, his cockhead searched for the always adoring gash of her overheated pussy, the blunt tip finding its way unerringly. Lauralee shifted her hips and felt the wondrous, gently penetration of her son’s penis. Staring over at the couch, she saw Chris shoving that much larger knob against the honey-blonde and silken hairs of his daughter’s lustrous cunt.
Pausing then, Robbie waited until he could match the thrusting, copying the man’s movements, his shaft sliding up into his mother’s volatile cunt the same way Chris entered Bettina’s pussy. Lauralee knew exactly what the girl was feeling, that she also gloried in the hard meat gliding into the receptive, jellied sheath. It was her daddy’s prick, and therefore more exciting than anyone else’s. Robbie’s cock would always be more thrilling than Chris’, Lauralee knew; her son’s rode, her son’s eager tool, infinitely precious and desirable, stroking into the pussy that clung lovingly to it.
Bettina gasped, “Oh Daddy, Daddy! Ahhh — this is my nice, bit prick; I love it filling up my little snatch this way! Oh, push it to me, darling — fuck me deep and strong, Daddy; fuck your little girl.”
Lauralee could see the steady movement of the big, engorged club as it worked in and out of the gripping cunt lips, glistening wetly now from the hot lubrication of the girl’s juicy vagina. She saw Bettina twisting upon the thick impalement; hunching her belly and bracing her feet against the couch with the small, rounded knees bent and the slender thighs spread wide. Chris’ pole surged powerfully into his daughter’s convulsing hole, his balls swinging in slow, hypnotic arcs.
Her son’s prick followed the beat, plunging into the liquid depths of her cunt, and Lauralee met him stroke for stroke, smiling as she felt his eagerness and adoration with which her probed her suctioning box.
Bettina hammered her small fists upon her father’s muscular back. Her crotch struck his pelvis, and tiny, beautiful girl tried to lift him in to the air, but he continued to drive that big peter fiercely into her snatch, holding her gyrating ass cheeks in the spread of one big hand, with the other palm flat against her lower belly.
Grunting, Lauralee felt the sledging of her boy’s stiff meat as Robbie tried to pile-drive even his balls up into her buttery hole. She fucked him back with primitive urgency, and wakened bitch in full heat, panting and corkscrewing her violent cunt all of the boy’s pistoning cock. Her head bobbed each time Robbie drove it home to the hilt, but that didn’t interfere with her view of the equally hectic fucking that was threatening to destroy her sofa. She didn’t care if the damned this fell off its legs. That couch had only been for prim sitting, or for the snoring form of her ex-husband. Fucking gave that piece of furniture meaning and form, and she hoped that semen would splatter the cushions, scenting the material with the exotic stains of lovemaking.
Bettina cried out: “Daddy — oh, you stiff-cocked, horny daddy! You’re making me come darling — oohhh! Ahhh! Such a big, strong prick! — ooh! OH! OH!”
The girl’s back arched and Lauralee could plainly see the erotic spasm that rippled the velvet skin of the flat, sweaty belly. Bettina’s head rolled from side to side, her eyes closed and her tiny teeth locked into the pink lushness of her lower lip. Bent as a drawn bow, she hung upon the apex of rapture for a long, shuddering moment, then collapsed.
Chris Hartmann hung over his supine daughter, his shaft driven to the balls, and Lauralee watched as the man’s scrotum knotted, as it jerked and heaved. He grunted then, a great exhalation of breath, and she knew that he was ejaculating a huge, squirting geyser of semen into Bettina’s thrilled little cunt.
Quivering, Lauralee’s eyes glazed when her son continued to jam the prick to her pussy, and realized that the boy had turned away his face, that he had seen the climax between his young wife and his father-in-law, and now had his mouth fastened greedily to an aching nipple of his mother’s breast. Robbie’s cock was going full blast now, the boy’s testicles blurring against her inner thighs as they flung themselves upward.
She laid the sweetness of her vagina to him, wriggling upon the stabbing cockhead and clamping it with the hungry strength of her vaginal muscles. Her womb gave and recoiled with the spongy bumping of her son’s far-reaching knob, and she felt the sunburst gathering in her straining clitoris.
“Close, close, close!” she chanted deliriously. “I’m close to coming, baby. Come on, come ON! Hammer that sweet prick into my cunt, you wonderful little motherfucker!”
Robbie’s cockhead erupted like a volcano, and the sizzling, thick lava rained throughout her vagina. His prick bounced and throbbed, and she writhed lasciviously upon the spitting juices as her own orgasm came whipping furiously, lashing her cunt into a maddened frenzy and flashing in an eerie circle back to her asshole. It was perfect, and she luxuriated in its ultimate gratification.
The stereo was going, not too loudly, with one of Robbie’s tapes thumping out a sensual, primitive beat that seemed to reach right into Lauralee’s belly and nestle there. She was beginning to understand why the kids like that kind of music so much; it had an insistent sexual undertone that she had not responded to in the past; now she was accepting the horny rhythm and flowing with it.
She looked over to where the kids were dancing, their naked young bodies so lovely and appealing in the soft golden light from a bar lamp. They moved with unconscious, unstudied grace, with an animal-like beauty that was basic to their very beings. Beside her, Chris nodded approvingly and lifted a glass in salute.
Lauralee glanced down; his prick as hanging limply against one hairy thigh, an oozing of semen clinging to the shrunken tip. “Just imagine,” she said quietly, “what a marvelous marriage I would have know, if you’d been my husband. But you and those adorable children are helping me make up for all those lost and lonely years. Tell me, Chris — did you feel guilty, at first? Screwing Bettina, I mean, and ignoring your wife?”
“A little,” he agreed, “but not all that much. Once I got into my girl’s fantastic pussy and knew how much it meant to both of us, there was no way I was going to give up fucking her — even if I had to take her and run, leave the country. You nod doubt feel the same way now, about Robbie.”
“Oh, I do, I do,” she breathed.
“You’re still making excuses to yourself,” he said. “But you don’t have to, Lauralee. We’re all so damned lucky — and that includes my wife; Jessica never had it so good, from me, or from the great screwing she’s been getting from your boy. You’ll like her, I know. At first, she had some of the same doubts about the so-called propriety of it all, but when she really got with it, all those vanished. From a sometime, lackadaisical wife, she’s turned into a fucking machine.”
Lauralee poured them both another drink. “I’m not knocking what’s happened, Chris. Far from it. I want to run out into the street and scream out my new-found happiness — but that would send the neighbors scurrying to call the police, I’m certain.”
He nodded, and she watched the play of light in the thickly curling hair of his crotch, wondering how she could have EVER thought that a man’s sexual organs were ugly. Small and limp or large and pulsing, any prick was gorgeous, a marvel of sensual perfection. It was a delicately constructed object that could turn into an enchanted engine of tremendous power.
Chris said then, “Kidding aside, that’s where we have to be a little careful. It’s great to bring new, fresh screwing into our circle, but we can’t make the mistake of letting an oddball join us, somebody who might blow the whistle. Maybe later on we can search out someone compatible, but for now I think Robbie and I can give you three women all the fucking you want. We’ll try like hell, anyhow.”
Reaching over, Lauralee patted his drooping cock. “I’m sure you will, lover. You don’t realize how sweet that word rests upon my tongue — lover. Before Bettina and Robbie and you, I never had a real lover. Now I have three of you — and yet another one to come, your wife Jessica.”
He grinned at her, and slipped an arm around her waist. “The kids are getting worked up again. Look how Robbie’s cock is standing up; and by the time I finish this drink, I have an idea that I’ll be ready for another round of fucking, myself. And you, baby?”
Lauralee smiled back. “Any time; all the time.”
Chris drew her closer while she kept one hand upon his prick, feeling a slow thickening of the fabulous meat beneath her fingers. “We’ll have to take special care of you,” he said. “Since you’re relatively new to all the things we’ve been doing with each other. I think we should make you the center of attraction now, the star of our show.”
Giving her a quick kiss, Chris dropped off the barstool and took her by the hand to lead her toward the children. Robbie and Bettina had stopped dancing, and were holding each other, rubbing their bellies together.
“Hey, you guys,” Chris announced, “I just told Lauralee we’d give her a good going-over. You remember what we did to Jessica, the first time we all balled her?”
Sloe-eyed and sultry, Bettina glanced up. “Sure; that’s a fine idea, Dad. Who’s first?”
Chris tugged at Lauralee’s hand, and she lowered herself to the carpet, an expectant tremor building within her body.
“Age first,” Chris answered, “then you, baby — to break the pattern, and Robbie finishes up, okay?”
Bettina’s eyes were wickedly sensuous as she brought a sofa pillow to place beneath Lauralee’s head, and another one to be positioned under her ass. “Relax, darling,” she breathed then, “you’re in for quite an experience. In fact, all of us are; it’s going to be a blast, loving you in turn.”
Lauralee looked from one intent face to the other as they stood in line before her inert body, all of them staring down at her ready thighs and the lush mound of her palpitating cunt, at the ripe and trembling globes of her breasts where the nipples were taut in anticipation. Chris stood with his heavy shaft in one hand, caressing its powerful club with his fingers; little Bettina fidgeted anxiously next to her father, cupping the delicate mossy spot between her willowy thighs; then Robbie waited, swaying back and forth, making small, hunching movements with his stiff prick.
All of them were eager to love her, Lauralee thought; these three great people were aching with desire to fuck her, to eat her juicy snatch, to kiss and caress her flesh while they probed the innermost secrets of her body. She was ready for them, quivering for them, her long legs moving sinuously and her belly rippling as a fresh supply of lubricating fluids bathed the satin wall of her vagina. An orgy, she thought — a real orgy of flesh and mind, with her as the focal point, the centerpiece for their adoration.
If Marshall could only see her at this moment, Lauralee mused; if only her ex-husband could stand somewhere nearby and see the wife he had called frigid, the wife he’d walked out on because she was so damned sexless. Marshall wouldn’t believe his eyes, she thought; even the real evidence of her open and tempestuous sexuality would not convince him that Lauralee Jergens was doing this of her own free will. Too, he probably wouldn’t be able to imagine that so many people could crave her hot body so much.
She blinked up at Chris Hartmann as the chunky, hairy man kneeled between her opened legs, his massive shaft reaching out, its flanged head glowing and a clear gem of pre-seminal fluid dangling at its point. Once her husband had felt sorry for her; Marshall had said so, bitterly, the day he told her he was going to get a divorce. Now she felt a little sorry for him in turn; if he was standing in this line, waiting his turn to dip his hard cock into her sought-after pussy, Marshall might even be jacking off.
Chris was stroking her hips now, his blunt fingers gently caressing her thighs and belly, trailing themselves deftly up to fondle the pulsating mounds of her firm breasts where the nipples practically leaped to meet his questing fingers. “Beautiful black pussy,” he murmured, “so much rich, thick hair piled around it, like a deep, curly mattress. And your cunt lips look as if they’re pouting; they’re very full and rich, Lauralee. It’s a real privilege to aim my cockhead down into them.”
The pillow beneath her ass made her pelvis tilt upward, so that she was spread and open for his entrance, and Chris hesitated only a second with his spongy knob pressing into her undulating vulva before shoving his rigid meat full length into the greasy gloving of her pussy. That single thrust buried his shaft to the wrinkled sack of his refilled balls.
“Ahh!” she moaned, as she felt it crammed into her oily sheath, as she knew the thick, veined bulk of the man’s cock burrowing deep. It was strong and knowing, slipping back and forth within the wet fist of her snatch and thrilling her with every minuscule activity. “Ahh, Chris — how wonderful! I love you prick in me; I adore your cock tingling so deeply inside my pussy. Ooh — ahh!”
Of their own volition her hips took up the age-old rhythm of sensual womankind, ticktocking gracefully in slow, grinding arcs as her crotch fondled his pelvis, as his swollen meat imparted that electric pressure against her aroused clitoris. Chris was holding back, she sensed, throttling down his own needs in order to give her as much pleasure as possible. Lauralee writhed upon the slowly moving cock, rolling her ass and slowly moving her feet against the carpet, her knees flung wide and her crotch churning.
She cried out when she came, when the furious seething glory broke radiantly within her undulating pussy, white-hot and beautiful. Squirming, she thrust greedily for more, attempting to expand the inimitable rapture, to stretch it out into a blinding eternity, as if beyond it, crossing some hitherto unreachable threshold, beyond which would be like Eden upon a bed of bitten apples.
She had barely stopped spiraling her blazing cut upon him when Chris gently withdrew his enfired cockhead. Her hotly siphoning pussy lips tried valiantly to keep it prisoner. He moved from between her jealous thighs, and there was only a split second of loneliness before something took his place.
A small and greedy mouth fastened upon Lauralee’s cunt lips; a quick and practiced tongue delved avidly into the slippery depths of her stirred vagina, and she wiggled in swift response. Bettina was eating her pussy again, sucking upon the silken labia and turning them inside out. The girl tired to drain all the frothy juices as she sucked the flexing cunt like a sugared orange.
Bettina drilled that educated tongue beneath the shuddering softness of the clitoral hood, prodding the seat of passion itself. Lauralee arched upon the tantalizing, driving wetness, that sweet and tingling caress, gasping as the girl hungrily chewed and pulled, as the throbbing little clit was drawn from its protective covering.
Moaning, she wrapped her legs around the sleek, tiny body, and her crotch plunged itself up and down, smearing its flowing stickiness over Bettina’s cheeks and chin, trying to force the kid’s nose up into the churning lips of her sizzling hole. Bettina gobbled, sucked, rubbed her teeth into the scorching gash, and her thumbs pressed down upon Lauralee’s hipbones.
Violently, heaving and bucking in a searing frenzy, Lauralee banged her way to another majestic climax, sobbing at the cresting of an intense orgasm that seemed to tear her apart at the hidden seams. The girl would not let go, but continued to corkscrew her tongue into the bubbling reaches of Lauralee’s rioting pussy, kept right on eating the dripping snatch, the serpentine juiciness that had become the focal point of the universe for both of them.
Lauralee couldn’t stand it; she fought to back off that probing tongue, to free herself of the mounting intensity, but it was just impossible. She surrendered to yet another explosion of rapture, and she opened her mouth, intending to cry “Enough, enough!” something velvet-skinned and spongy forced itself between her lips. Lauralee drew breath around the insistent cockhead, and it slid along her curling tongue. As her tremendous orgasm burst within her coiled pussy, she drew Chris’ meat farther into her mouth. She sucked on his prick while his daughter at last stilled the sweet torture of the tongue within her snatch.
Dizzily, Lauralee worked her mouth up and down upon the man’s thick, heavy club, stabbing the tip of her tongue down into his narrow slit and tasting the sticky fluid oozing there. Chris held her head cradled upon his thighs, and she knew the furry caress of his balls against one cheek.
Bettina’s wet mouth was now trailing upward over her hipbone, teasingly up to her rib cage, and the small, butterfly hands were busy at Lauralee’s tits. Drawing fiercely upon Chris’ knob, she attempted to siphon up his semen immediately, and the man was already trembling, his thighs gone tense and his belly jerking. She was getting to him, Lauralee thought hazily, and dimly knew the feel of Bettina’s seeking mouth, the lifting of the girl’s hands.
“Suck it!” Chris demanded in a hoarse voice. “Eat my cock, baby — oh yeah, keep running your tongue over the head, Lauralee. You’re a natural, darling — a real cocksucker at work — ahh! Here it comes, you hungry bitch — TAKE IT!”
As the foaming release broke hissing against the back of her throat, Lauralee was barely conscious of a prodding at her pussy lips, of a hard young knob pushing it way up into the steaming looseness of her labia. Robbie was shoving his distended knob into her snatch, gliding that beautiful hard young meat between her cunt lips and up into the damp furnace of her vagina.
Lauralee gulped at the spurting come that was flooding her mouth, swallowing hastily in order to catch her breath. The creamy fluid flowed greasily down her throat at Chris’ bulb jerked again and again to shoot off its delicious syrup along her tongue and the inner linings of her dipped-in cheeks. This was her first taste of her new lover’s semen, and she revelled in its musky, honeyed thickness, in the ultra-lascivious sensation of taking his treasured juices down into the maw of her stomach. Now she had taken his semen into her pussy, absorbing its strength with her vaginal walls and the chalice of her womb — and she had also known its savory power in her throat. Chris Hartmann had thus made himself forever a part of her body.
Below, her son was thrusting steadily into her soapy cunt, reaching his slender young prick far up into her quivering hole, his balls flapping wetly into the slowly rotating cleft of her ass. Robbie was paying his own devotion to the altar of her body, stroking impetuously into his mother’s adoring snatch, feeding the most vital part of himself back into the juicy cavern from which he had crawled in the beginning.
Tenderly, Chris eased his drained cockhead from the grip of Lauralee’s lips, and only a thin trickle of come escaped her mouth to cling pastelike to the corners. She flicked her tongue to pick it up, her eyes closed in the ecstasy of her son’s prick sliding, grinding, pushing.
Lauralee was drifting, spinning in lotus land, carried along a perfumed stream of voluptuous beauty, her eyes closed and her lips smiling. Without guidance, her lower body squirmed in mindless abandonment, giving as much pleasure as she was receiving, and she wondered briefly where Chris had gone, where Bettina was.
As her son’s vigorous young cock pumped within her box, Lauralee discovered where Bettina was: a humid silken mound was lowered over her face. The girl moved gently, carefully, settling her feathered crotch upon Lauralee’s upturned mouth. Tremulous labia met equally quaking lips, and Bettina moved lustfully, carnally against the tongue that had only moments ago been wrapped around her father’s cock head, feeding her honeyed little gash into the mouth that had just accepted the spurting of her daddy’s semen.
Symmetrical thighs positioned themselves at each side of Lauralee’s head, and the succulent mound worked back and forth over her lips and against her teeth as she reached far up into that girlish sheath, using her tongue the same way the stiff cock was being used within the slippery folds of her own feverish pussy. She was loving and loved, being fucked and eating, her entire body vibrating with ecstasy as she blended with the girl and meshed with the boy. Hotly, clenching and wobbling, Lauralee’s cunt made spasmed convulsions upon Robbie’s pistoning meat, and she came with a magic exultation that seemed to disintegrate her entire being from within.
Bettina jerked upon her mouth, and the girl’s miniature clit expanded, heaved and churned. At that enchanted moment, Robbie burst the skyrocket of his treasured come within his mother cunt, and Lauralee gasped in the whirlwind wonderment of it all.
The kids, she thought, Robbie and Bettina were giving them plenty of time to become adjusted. Lauralee wished they would come on in and join them; she was developing some deliciously erotic ideas about what the four of them could do together. But there would be a lot of time for group experimentation, she realized, and meanwhile, Chris was beginning to get horny once more. As for herself, Lauralee thought that she had never been turned off, not since that first time when she had surrendered to Bettina’s deft loving; and her son’s fucking had only intensified her long-withheld desires, fanning them into a furnace that was never banked.
They were sitting on the couch, their thighs touching, and Lauralee began to caress the partly turgid cock, folding it gently and fondling the budding glans, then tickling down into the sack of the heavily furred balls. Stroking below them, fingering along the narrow ridge that reached to his asshole, Lauralee wondered if men would like to feel something up there, too. Remembering the weird thrill when Bettina had eased a finger into her anus, Lauralee puzzled over what size cock could actually be taken into that tight back door.
She discarded any idea of Chris’ large prick would hurt, but Robbie’s slender tool might do very well. Lauralee felt ann insidious tremor move inside her dripping vagina. One thin cock sliding into her ass, and another, bigger one, packing her pussy; it would be fantastic, to be loved so by two males at the same time. Closing her eyes as she manipulated Chris’ shaft into further growth, she rocked in imaginative rhythm, pretending that her body was sandwiched between them, that two stiff pricks were pumping tenderly into her flesh, voluptuously greased and adoring. She could be so wonderfully debauched!
Tucking her legs up beneath her body, Lauralee turned upon the couch and gazed at the fully bloomed cockhead, darker than her son’s and much more flared. There was a tiny smear of paste near the little slot, left over from the roaring fountain of semen this man had ejaculated into her snatch.
Had it only been days ago when she would have shuddered in horror at even the idea of simply handling a man’s prick, much less going down on it? To Lauralee, that old part of her life seemed hidden in antiquity. She felt that she had been truly born back there in that wantonly appealing motel. Bending lower, she kissed the stubby tip of Chris’ cockhead while her fingers continued to tantalize his balls and scrotum and the trunk of his burly shaft.
“Did it thrill you,” she asked with her breath blowing hotly over the swollen knob, “when your daughter first took this into her mouth?”
His fingers meandered through her hair. “It sure as hell did. You know, I’d never have gotten the guts to even feel Bettina’s tight little ass if I hadn’t caught her he and her girl friend eating each other. I’m not sure if she knows it yet, but I was there in the door for a long time, staring down at those two neat little bodies, all naked and twisting, seeing those gorgeous young cunts pumped into mouths. Hell; my prick started to leak, so I took it out of my pants and jacked off right then and there. I threw a load of come halfway across the room, and if they hadn’t broken apart just after that, I probably would have done it again.”
Kissing the head of his prick, Lauralee asked, “What happened to the other girl?”
Chris stretched out his legs and his glans flexed. “Oh, she was scared out of her mind, and split. I haven’t seen her again. She tore out of there carrying her clothes, and she won’t even talk to Bettina on the phone. It’s a damned shame; she’s a cute little bitch.”
Lauralee licked tenderly over the distended bulb, running her tongue below it where the small pouch of scar tissue was very soft. “Bettina said you practically raped her.”
Chris grunted. “I had to. There was my girl’s forbidden cunt, gleaming up at me all wet and golden, and those hard, pink nipples, and that delicate, babyish ass — and it wasn’t like she was some innocent kid. I’d seen her eating pussy and getting her own gobbled. So I kicked off my pants and walked over to where she was lying on her own bed, and I grabbed her by the knees. Spreading them wide open, I jammed my cockhead into her dainty snatch.”
Rolling the fat knob of his big rod against her cheek, Lauralee said, “And she loved it.”
“Damned right,” Chris agreed. “Only I didn’t know she’d never had a cock before. She’d only been playing sixty-nine with the other girl, and she was a cherry. I had one hell of a time getting my big prick up that narrow little hole. She never made a sound, just held onto the cheeks of my ass and tried to help, looking up into my eyes and smiling and licking her lips. Well, I popped off before I could break her maidenhead, but all that slippery come helped out a lot. When I finally got my cock stuffed up Bettina I could give her the kind of long, deep fucking she needed then. It was slow and sweet, and I guess the kid came eight or ten times, moaning and telling me how much she loved her daddy’s big prick. When I came again, I thought my backbone had melted and was splashing out of the head of my cock. Well — from then on, my hot-assed little daughter and her horny old man have been fucking damned near every day and night.”
Lauralee drew the delectable cockhead into her mouth and slid it across her tongue, dripping her cheeks in to caress it as the knob reached back into the velvet chalice of her throat. She wished she had been there to see this man screwing Bettina for the first time; she wanted to see it now, to become a vicarious participant in the abandoned, provocative loving between father and daughter. So she only bobbed her head up and down a few times, teasing the prick shamelessly with her now-experienced tongue and sucking delicately at it. Then Lauralee lifted her mouth from around the tasty meat and sat up.
She had almost expected to see them standing in the entrance to the living room, and wasn’t surprised when they were. Hand in hand, their slender naked bodies all fresh and radiant, Bettina and Robbie smiled and moved toward the couch. The girl’s small breasts jiggled enticingly, and the boy’s rigid prick bobbed up and down as he walked, the deeply pink knob like a signal.
Lauralee was happy they were close, that these wonderful kids had sensed her urgent need for them. Robbie was nearer, and she reached out one had to curl her fingers around his erect young cock; the other one still had a warm grip upon Chris’ pole. Holding them both, she said, “This is just marvelous, to be able to hold two nice, stiff pricks in my hands, to know that both of them have pumped creamy come into my pussy, and will again.”
Bettina sat down on the other side of her father, putting one shapely arm around the man’s neck and kissing him hungrily. “Didn’t I tell you she was great, Daddy? We didn’t get to see you fuck her, but we were watching while she was licking you cock. I was kind of hoping she didn’t finish you off, because it’s been awhile since we made it, you and I.”
Robbie leaned forward so Lauralee could rub his cockhead up and down her cheek. He said, “Go ahead, Chris; I can tell my mother is al excited about seeing you put the meat to Bettina. We’re all her together, and whatever happens from there is okay.”
Lauralee felt the girl’s small hand touching the fingers she had wrapped around Chris’ upright club, caressing both Lauralee’s fingers and her daddy’s prick.
But only for a moment, because Lauralee’s hand drifted away as she moved back. Tugging upon her son’s shaft, she said softly, “We’ll take the floor, darling. Tell Mother — shall I go take a quick douche, or is it all right to keep Chris’ stuff in me?”
Robbie put and arm around her waist, low down, so that he could trail exciting fingertips across her belly and play them into the humid edges of her pubic hair. “Leave it,” he said, kissing her bare shoulder. “I like a nice, slippery cunt. I dig it when I follow Chris, and I like to jam my prick into Bettina’s pussy right after he pumped it full of juice — or into Jessica’s deep cunt, the same way. He gets a band out of it, too; fucking after me, I mean.”
She sank to the carpet, her thighs tingling and her breasts heavy with expectation. “Do you take turns on them, your wife and her mother?”
Robbie lay beside her, both of them facing the couch where they could watch the love scene that was unfolding there between the sleek, volatile Bettina and her burly, hairy father.
“Yeah,” her son answered, “and sometimes we ball one of them together, changing places from pussy to mouth and back again. It’s a blast, doing it that way.”
Lauralee’s heart fluttered. “Have you — have you ever put your beautiful cock into someone’s ass?”
“Jessica’s,” he admitted. “Bettina is too small.”
“Did you screw her like that while Chris was making it in her pussy?” she persisted.
“Not yet,” Robbie said. “We haven’t had the time, but I’ve been thinking about it.”
Lauralee watched the pair on the couch, seeing Chris cupping his daughter’s girlish pussy with one hand, watching their tongues flick together in urgency. “Good,” she whispered throatily, “then you can both screw me like that, get me between you and shove both your gorgeous, stiff cocks up me.”
“Man,” her son breathed, “I always get turned on, seeing them feel each other up. Look how she’s massaging his big prick, and the way he’s sliding a finger up into her snatch. Bettina has such a beautiful ass.”
“And he has such a magnificent prick,” Lauralee said. “But I’ll always love YOUR cock, darling. Let’s just lie here on our sides, and I’ll lift one leg over you like this — can you see them okay?”
“Perfectly,” Robbie answered, his hands feeling over and around her breasts now, his hard young tool pressed into her grassy crotch.
Hesitating, not anxious to hurry things along, Lauralee snuggled her vulva into her son’s wonderfully hard muscle and stared at the couple on the couch. Bettina was writhing upon the finger imbedded within her tightly clasping pussy, hunching upon her daddy’s hand and nibbling at this mouth while clutching his swollen prick as if she never meant to let it go.
Robbie ground his stem lightly into her crotch and said, “That’s how it always is with them; one touch, and they’re hot to fuck. I guess it’s that way with you and me, Mom.”
Slowly, his cockhead searched for the always adoring gash of her overheated pussy, the blunt tip finding its way unerringly. Lauralee shifted her hips and felt the wondrous, gently penetration of her son’s penis. Staring over at the couch, she saw Chris shoving that much larger knob against the honey-blonde and silken hairs of his daughter’s lustrous cunt.
Pausing then, Robbie waited until he could match the thrusting, copying the man’s movements, his shaft sliding up into his mother’s volatile cunt the same way Chris entered Bettina’s pussy. Lauralee knew exactly what the girl was feeling, that she also gloried in the hard meat gliding into the receptive, jellied sheath. It was her daddy’s prick, and therefore more exciting than anyone else’s. Robbie’s cock would always be more thrilling than Chris’, Lauralee knew; her son’s rode, her son’s eager tool, infinitely precious and desirable, stroking into the pussy that clung lovingly to it.
Bettina gasped, “Oh Daddy, Daddy! Ahhh — this is my nice, bit prick; I love it filling up my little snatch this way! Oh, push it to me, darling — fuck me deep and strong, Daddy; fuck your little girl.”
Lauralee could see the steady movement of the big, engorged club as it worked in and out of the gripping cunt lips, glistening wetly now from the hot lubrication of the girl’s juicy vagina. She saw Bettina twisting upon the thick impalement; hunching her belly and bracing her feet against the couch with the small, rounded knees bent and the slender thighs spread wide. Chris’ pole surged powerfully into his daughter’s convulsing hole, his balls swinging in slow, hypnotic arcs.
Her son’s prick followed the beat, plunging into the liquid depths of her cunt, and Lauralee met him stroke for stroke, smiling as she felt his eagerness and adoration with which her probed her suctioning box.
Bettina hammered her small fists upon her father’s muscular back. Her crotch struck his pelvis, and tiny, beautiful girl tried to lift him in to the air, but he continued to drive that big peter fiercely into her snatch, holding her gyrating ass cheeks in the spread of one big hand, with the other palm flat against her lower belly.
Grunting, Lauralee felt the sledging of her boy’s stiff meat as Robbie tried to pile-drive even his balls up into her buttery hole. She fucked him back with primitive urgency, and wakened bitch in full heat, panting and corkscrewing her violent cunt all of the boy’s pistoning cock. Her head bobbed each time Robbie drove it home to the hilt, but that didn’t interfere with her view of the equally hectic fucking that was threatening to destroy her sofa. She didn’t care if the damned this fell off its legs. That couch had only been for prim sitting, or for the snoring form of her ex-husband. Fucking gave that piece of furniture meaning and form, and she hoped that semen would splatter the cushions, scenting the material with the exotic stains of lovemaking.
Bettina cried out: “Daddy — oh, you stiff-cocked, horny daddy! You’re making me come darling — oohhh! Ahhh! Such a big, strong prick! — ooh! OH! OH!”
The girl’s back arched and Lauralee could plainly see the erotic spasm that rippled the velvet skin of the flat, sweaty belly. Bettina’s head rolled from side to side, her eyes closed and her tiny teeth locked into the pink lushness of her lower lip. Bent as a drawn bow, she hung upon the apex of rapture for a long, shuddering moment, then collapsed.
Chris Hartmann hung over his supine daughter, his shaft driven to the balls, and Lauralee watched as the man’s scrotum knotted, as it jerked and heaved. He grunted then, a great exhalation of breath, and she knew that he was ejaculating a huge, squirting geyser of semen into Bettina’s thrilled little cunt.
Quivering, Lauralee’s eyes glazed when her son continued to jam the prick to her pussy, and realized that the boy had turned away his face, that he had seen the climax between his young wife and his father-in-law, and now had his mouth fastened greedily to an aching nipple of his mother’s breast. Robbie’s cock was going full blast now, the boy’s testicles blurring against her inner thighs as they flung themselves upward.
She laid the sweetness of her vagina to him, wriggling upon the stabbing cockhead and clamping it with the hungry strength of her vaginal muscles. Her womb gave and recoiled with the spongy bumping of her son’s far-reaching knob, and she felt the sunburst gathering in her straining clitoris.
“Close, close, close!” she chanted deliriously. “I’m close to coming, baby. Come on, come ON! Hammer that sweet prick into my cunt, you wonderful little motherfucker!”
Robbie’s cockhead erupted like a volcano, and the sizzling, thick lava rained throughout her vagina. His prick bounced and throbbed, and she writhed lasciviously upon the spitting juices as her own orgasm came whipping furiously, lashing her cunt into a maddened frenzy and flashing in an eerie circle back to her asshole. It was perfect, and she luxuriated in its ultimate gratification.
The stereo was going, not too loudly, with one of Robbie’s tapes thumping out a sensual, primitive beat that seemed to reach right into Lauralee’s belly and nestle there. She was beginning to understand why the kids like that kind of music so much; it had an insistent sexual undertone that she had not responded to in the past; now she was accepting the horny rhythm and flowing with it.
She looked over to where the kids were dancing, their naked young bodies so lovely and appealing in the soft golden light from a bar lamp. They moved with unconscious, unstudied grace, with an animal-like beauty that was basic to their very beings. Beside her, Chris nodded approvingly and lifted a glass in salute.
Lauralee glanced down; his prick as hanging limply against one hairy thigh, an oozing of semen clinging to the shrunken tip. “Just imagine,” she said quietly, “what a marvelous marriage I would have know, if you’d been my husband. But you and those adorable children are helping me make up for all those lost and lonely years. Tell me, Chris — did you feel guilty, at first? Screwing Bettina, I mean, and ignoring your wife?”
“A little,” he agreed, “but not all that much. Once I got into my girl’s fantastic pussy and knew how much it meant to both of us, there was no way I was going to give up fucking her — even if I had to take her and run, leave the country. You nod doubt feel the same way now, about Robbie.”
“Oh, I do, I do,” she breathed.
“You’re still making excuses to yourself,” he said. “But you don’t have to, Lauralee. We’re all so damned lucky — and that includes my wife; Jessica never had it so good, from me, or from the great screwing she’s been getting from your boy. You’ll like her, I know. At first, she had some of the same doubts about the so-called propriety of it all, but when she really got with it, all those vanished. From a sometime, lackadaisical wife, she’s turned into a fucking machine.”
Lauralee poured them both another drink. “I’m not knocking what’s happened, Chris. Far from it. I want to run out into the street and scream out my new-found happiness — but that would send the neighbors scurrying to call the police, I’m certain.”
He nodded, and she watched the play of light in the thickly curling hair of his crotch, wondering how she could have EVER thought that a man’s sexual organs were ugly. Small and limp or large and pulsing, any prick was gorgeous, a marvel of sensual perfection. It was a delicately constructed object that could turn into an enchanted engine of tremendous power.
Chris said then, “Kidding aside, that’s where we have to be a little careful. It’s great to bring new, fresh screwing into our circle, but we can’t make the mistake of letting an oddball join us, somebody who might blow the whistle. Maybe later on we can search out someone compatible, but for now I think Robbie and I can give you three women all the fucking you want. We’ll try like hell, anyhow.”
Reaching over, Lauralee patted his drooping cock. “I’m sure you will, lover. You don’t realize how sweet that word rests upon my tongue — lover. Before Bettina and Robbie and you, I never had a real lover. Now I have three of you — and yet another one to come, your wife Jessica.”
He grinned at her, and slipped an arm around her waist. “The kids are getting worked up again. Look how Robbie’s cock is standing up; and by the time I finish this drink, I have an idea that I’ll be ready for another round of fucking, myself. And you, baby?”
Lauralee smiled back. “Any time; all the time.”
Chris drew her closer while she kept one hand upon his prick, feeling a slow thickening of the fabulous meat beneath her fingers. “We’ll have to take special care of you,” he said. “Since you’re relatively new to all the things we’ve been doing with each other. I think we should make you the center of attraction now, the star of our show.”
Giving her a quick kiss, Chris dropped off the barstool and took her by the hand to lead her toward the children. Robbie and Bettina had stopped dancing, and were holding each other, rubbing their bellies together.
“Hey, you guys,” Chris announced, “I just told Lauralee we’d give her a good going-over. You remember what we did to Jessica, the first time we all balled her?”
Sloe-eyed and sultry, Bettina glanced up. “Sure; that’s a fine idea, Dad. Who’s first?”
Chris tugged at Lauralee’s hand, and she lowered herself to the carpet, an expectant tremor building within her body.
“Age first,” Chris answered, “then you, baby — to break the pattern, and Robbie finishes up, okay?”
Bettina’s eyes were wickedly sensuous as she brought a sofa pillow to place beneath Lauralee’s head, and another one to be positioned under her ass. “Relax, darling,” she breathed then, “you’re in for quite an experience. In fact, all of us are; it’s going to be a blast, loving you in turn.”
Lauralee looked from one intent face to the other as they stood in line before her inert body, all of them staring down at her ready thighs and the lush mound of her palpitating cunt, at the ripe and trembling globes of her breasts where the nipples were taut in anticipation. Chris stood with his heavy shaft in one hand, caressing its powerful club with his fingers; little Bettina fidgeted anxiously next to her father, cupping the delicate mossy spot between her willowy thighs; then Robbie waited, swaying back and forth, making small, hunching movements with his stiff prick.
All of them were eager to love her, Lauralee thought; these three great people were aching with desire to fuck her, to eat her juicy snatch, to kiss and caress her flesh while they probed the innermost secrets of her body. She was ready for them, quivering for them, her long legs moving sinuously and her belly rippling as a fresh supply of lubricating fluids bathed the satin wall of her vagina. An orgy, she thought — a real orgy of flesh and mind, with her as the focal point, the centerpiece for their adoration.
If Marshall could only see her at this moment, Lauralee mused; if only her ex-husband could stand somewhere nearby and see the wife he had called frigid, the wife he’d walked out on because she was so damned sexless. Marshall wouldn’t believe his eyes, she thought; even the real evidence of her open and tempestuous sexuality would not convince him that Lauralee Jergens was doing this of her own free will. Too, he probably wouldn’t be able to imagine that so many people could crave her hot body so much.
She blinked up at Chris Hartmann as the chunky, hairy man kneeled between her opened legs, his massive shaft reaching out, its flanged head glowing and a clear gem of pre-seminal fluid dangling at its point. Once her husband had felt sorry for her; Marshall had said so, bitterly, the day he told her he was going to get a divorce. Now she felt a little sorry for him in turn; if he was standing in this line, waiting his turn to dip his hard cock into her sought-after pussy, Marshall might even be jacking off.
Chris was stroking her hips now, his blunt fingers gently caressing her thighs and belly, trailing themselves deftly up to fondle the pulsating mounds of her firm breasts where the nipples practically leaped to meet his questing fingers. “Beautiful black pussy,” he murmured, “so much rich, thick hair piled around it, like a deep, curly mattress. And your cunt lips look as if they’re pouting; they’re very full and rich, Lauralee. It’s a real privilege to aim my cockhead down into them.”
The pillow beneath her ass made her pelvis tilt upward, so that she was spread and open for his entrance, and Chris hesitated only a second with his spongy knob pressing into her undulating vulva before shoving his rigid meat full length into the greasy gloving of her pussy. That single thrust buried his shaft to the wrinkled sack of his refilled balls.
“Ahh!” she moaned, as she felt it crammed into her oily sheath, as she knew the thick, veined bulk of the man’s cock burrowing deep. It was strong and knowing, slipping back and forth within the wet fist of her snatch and thrilling her with every minuscule activity. “Ahh, Chris — how wonderful! I love you prick in me; I adore your cock tingling so deeply inside my pussy. Ooh — ahh!”
Of their own volition her hips took up the age-old rhythm of sensual womankind, ticktocking gracefully in slow, grinding arcs as her crotch fondled his pelvis, as his swollen meat imparted that electric pressure against her aroused clitoris. Chris was holding back, she sensed, throttling down his own needs in order to give her as much pleasure as possible. Lauralee writhed upon the slowly moving cock, rolling her ass and slowly moving her feet against the carpet, her knees flung wide and her crotch churning.
She cried out when she came, when the furious seething glory broke radiantly within her undulating pussy, white-hot and beautiful. Squirming, she thrust greedily for more, attempting to expand the inimitable rapture, to stretch it out into a blinding eternity, as if beyond it, crossing some hitherto unreachable threshold, beyond which would be like Eden upon a bed of bitten apples.
She had barely stopped spiraling her blazing cut upon him when Chris gently withdrew his enfired cockhead. Her hotly siphoning pussy lips tried valiantly to keep it prisoner. He moved from between her jealous thighs, and there was only a split second of loneliness before something took his place.
A small and greedy mouth fastened upon Lauralee’s cunt lips; a quick and practiced tongue delved avidly into the slippery depths of her stirred vagina, and she wiggled in swift response. Bettina was eating her pussy again, sucking upon the silken labia and turning them inside out. The girl tired to drain all the frothy juices as she sucked the flexing cunt like a sugared orange.
Bettina drilled that educated tongue beneath the shuddering softness of the clitoral hood, prodding the seat of passion itself. Lauralee arched upon the tantalizing, driving wetness, that sweet and tingling caress, gasping as the girl hungrily chewed and pulled, as the throbbing little clit was drawn from its protective covering.
Moaning, she wrapped her legs around the sleek, tiny body, and her crotch plunged itself up and down, smearing its flowing stickiness over Bettina’s cheeks and chin, trying to force the kid’s nose up into the churning lips of her sizzling hole. Bettina gobbled, sucked, rubbed her teeth into the scorching gash, and her thumbs pressed down upon Lauralee’s hipbones.
Violently, heaving and bucking in a searing frenzy, Lauralee banged her way to another majestic climax, sobbing at the cresting of an intense orgasm that seemed to tear her apart at the hidden seams. The girl would not let go, but continued to corkscrew her tongue into the bubbling reaches of Lauralee’s rioting pussy, kept right on eating the dripping snatch, the serpentine juiciness that had become the focal point of the universe for both of them.
Lauralee couldn’t stand it; she fought to back off that probing tongue, to free herself of the mounting intensity, but it was just impossible. She surrendered to yet another explosion of rapture, and she opened her mouth, intending to cry “Enough, enough!” something velvet-skinned and spongy forced itself between her lips. Lauralee drew breath around the insistent cockhead, and it slid along her curling tongue. As her tremendous orgasm burst within her coiled pussy, she drew Chris’ meat farther into her mouth. She sucked on his prick while his daughter at last stilled the sweet torture of the tongue within her snatch.
Dizzily, Lauralee worked her mouth up and down upon the man’s thick, heavy club, stabbing the tip of her tongue down into his narrow slit and tasting the sticky fluid oozing there. Chris held her head cradled upon his thighs, and she knew the furry caress of his balls against one cheek.
Bettina’s wet mouth was now trailing upward over her hipbone, teasingly up to her rib cage, and the small, butterfly hands were busy at Lauralee’s tits. Drawing fiercely upon Chris’ knob, she attempted to siphon up his semen immediately, and the man was already trembling, his thighs gone tense and his belly jerking. She was getting to him, Lauralee thought hazily, and dimly knew the feel of Bettina’s seeking mouth, the lifting of the girl’s hands.
“Suck it!” Chris demanded in a hoarse voice. “Eat my cock, baby — oh yeah, keep running your tongue over the head, Lauralee. You’re a natural, darling — a real cocksucker at work — ahh! Here it comes, you hungry bitch — TAKE IT!”
As the foaming release broke hissing against the back of her throat, Lauralee was barely conscious of a prodding at her pussy lips, of a hard young knob pushing it way up into the steaming looseness of her labia. Robbie was shoving his distended knob into her snatch, gliding that beautiful hard young meat between her cunt lips and up into the damp furnace of her vagina.
Lauralee gulped at the spurting come that was flooding her mouth, swallowing hastily in order to catch her breath. The creamy fluid flowed greasily down her throat at Chris’ bulb jerked again and again to shoot off its delicious syrup along her tongue and the inner linings of her dipped-in cheeks. This was her first taste of her new lover’s semen, and she revelled in its musky, honeyed thickness, in the ultra-lascivious sensation of taking his treasured juices down into the maw of her stomach. Now she had taken his semen into her pussy, absorbing its strength with her vaginal walls and the chalice of her womb — and she had also known its savory power in her throat. Chris Hartmann had thus made himself forever a part of her body.
Below, her son was thrusting steadily into her soapy cunt, reaching his slender young prick far up into her quivering hole, his balls flapping wetly into the slowly rotating cleft of her ass. Robbie was paying his own devotion to the altar of her body, stroking impetuously into his mother’s adoring snatch, feeding the most vital part of himself back into the juicy cavern from which he had crawled in the beginning.
Tenderly, Chris eased his drained cockhead from the grip of Lauralee’s lips, and only a thin trickle of come escaped her mouth to cling pastelike to the corners. She flicked her tongue to pick it up, her eyes closed in the ecstasy of her son’s prick sliding, grinding, pushing.
Lauralee was drifting, spinning in lotus land, carried along a perfumed stream of voluptuous beauty, her eyes closed and her lips smiling. Without guidance, her lower body squirmed in mindless abandonment, giving as much pleasure as she was receiving, and she wondered briefly where Chris had gone, where Bettina was.
As her son’s vigorous young cock pumped within her box, Lauralee discovered where Bettina was: a humid silken mound was lowered over her face. The girl moved gently, carefully, settling her feathered crotch upon Lauralee’s upturned mouth. Tremulous labia met equally quaking lips, and Bettina moved lustfully, carnally against the tongue that had only moments ago been wrapped around her father’s cock head, feeding her honeyed little gash into the mouth that had just accepted the spurting of her daddy’s semen.
Symmetrical thighs positioned themselves at each side of Lauralee’s head, and the succulent mound worked back and forth over her lips and against her teeth as she reached far up into that girlish sheath, using her tongue the same way the stiff cock was being used within the slippery folds of her own feverish pussy. She was loving and loved, being fucked and eating, her entire body vibrating with ecstasy as she blended with the girl and meshed with the boy. Hotly, clenching and wobbling, Lauralee’s cunt made spasmed convulsions upon Robbie’s pistoning meat, and she came with a magic exultation that seemed to disintegrate her entire being from within.
Bettina jerked upon her mouth, and the girl’s miniature clit expanded, heaved and churned. At that enchanted moment, Robbie burst the skyrocket of his treasured come within his mother cunt, and Lauralee gasped in the whirlwind wonderment of it all.
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