It was some time later when Lauralee gathered what remained of her strength and was helped to her feet. She stood there swaying between her two male lovers, while her female darling kissed the now flaccid nipples of her breasts, and made light, fluttering touches upon her dripping vulva.
“I’ll help her to the bath,” Bettina volunteered. “Maybe you guys can get some sandwiches together before we come back. I know I’m starving, and Lauralee probably is, too.”
She went with the girl, moving loose-jointedly and fluidly, feeling that all her joints had turned watery. But there was a deep sense of gratification lingering within her inflamed vagina, and a tingling that aroused itself whenever one thigh brushed the other. Lauralee sat upon the toilet while Bettina drew a hot bath for her, and poured in scented powders.
“Here you are, darling,” the girl purred. “All ready for you to soak in. I know what a round-robin fucking like that takes out of you. The first time Daddy and Robbie did it to me, I must have passed out three or four times, but it was even more draining when my mother joined us. Oh wow; I didn’t think there was a bone left in my body, but I got over it in a hurry, and was soon ready for some more of that fantastic screwing.”
Lowering herself into the hot, clasping water, Lauralee propped her head upon the rim of the tub and stretched out her legs. IT seemed impossible that she would have hit so many fulfilling orgasms; she was the cold-natured wife who’d never know what it was to come. She was the uptight, rigidly programmed woman who had thought that sex was something to be avoided altogether, or submitted to only when Marshall became overbearing, when he practically raped her. Oh damn, she thought, settling into the soothing water; she must have given her husband a difficult time, a terrible time of strain and unbearable pressure.
Now she didn’t doubt for a moment that Marshall had gone out romancing other women; he was a lusty male with hearty sexual appetites, and she could hardly blame him for straying. Closing her eyes and relaxing her body, she thought also that he must have loved her very much, despite her frigidity; otherwise, he would not have remained with her for so many years.
And how would he accept her now, in her new freedom — if ever their paths should happen to cross again? Even though Marshall was sensual, he was of her own age bracket, out of the same rocky soil of moralistic upbringing that insisted one should cleave only to one other. Men, she knew, were prone to apply the double standard, anyhow; they could swing with various interesting girls, but they denied the same opportunities to their own wives.
If there was the slightest hangover from that out-moded way of thinking, Marshall would be shocked to his core by any hint that his wife was not only balling other men, but that she had stepped beyond acceptable bounds by fucking her own son — his son, too. Damn, Lauralee mused; Marshall Jergens had been out of her life for quite some time now, and she might as well also put him completely out of her mind. There was nothing left for them.
“Sit up a little,” Bettina said softly, “so I can soap your boobs. I love to handle them, to feel them all round and giving in my hands. Then I’ll wash your back.”
Obediently, Lauralee came upright and leaned forward from the hips. She enjoyed the slow fondling of the girl’s slippery fingers as they moved over her globes. The strength was coming back into her flesh, and she realized that it wouldn’t take much to bring her well-fucked body back to the brink of desire once more. There was still something she hadn’t done, and she imagined the others would be happy to try it with her.
She craved the sensation of her son’s hard, slim prick moving up into her asshole, while Chris’ swollen meat reached into her sheath; she wanted to be packed with their cocks, to know the filling of her two holes at the same time. In her mind’s eye, she pictured the sacks of their testicles swinging together, touching in mutual caress as their engorged rods enjoyed the plush openings of her flesh. As they fucked her together, Bettina was free to do as she wanted, perhaps lick at both sets of balls, maybe try to squeeze her head in so she could spear that marvelously experienced tongue against Lauralee’s clitoris.
It would make her faint, Lauralee thought; so much concentrated and intense adoration would make her shatter into a million ecstatic pieces, and she would pass out. But even if she did, she knew they would continue to fuck her, and would bring her back from one shadowy wonderland into the brightness of their love.
“Lie back again,” Bettina suggested, “and I can get at your lovely snatch.”
The girl’s hands were slippery and tantalizing over her mound; the soap bubbled and added its own slow torment. Bettina said, “I know how I got turned on at first — by playing around with another kid, and by listening to my mom and dad in bed at night, when they were screwing. I used to picture them making it, and I’d get so hot that I’d have to finger-fuck myself. Then, after I hid in their closet one time and actually SAW my daddy sticking his big, beautiful prick into her pussy, I just HAD to be fucked, but I didn’t know how to go about making a boy. I mean, I didn’t dare try to turn on my father, not at first, even though that’s what I wanted most. So I went along with this girl and made it that way, until he caught us at it. But you, Lauralee — you’re so sweet and passionate; I can’t understand why you couldn’t swing with your old man.”
Lauralee said, “My fault, I guess. Marshall wasn’t very patient, and he — he hurt me, on our wedding night. After that, it just got worse and worse, and told myself that it didn’t matter. YOU turned me on, darling — after those horny movies that so clearly demonstrated what I’d been missing. I’ll forever be grateful to you for that, and for bringing in Robbie to fuck me, afterward.”
“Umm,” Bettina murmured. “There — your gorgeous pussy is all sweet and clean, and if I wasn’t so hungry for another kind of food, I’d eat it right now. Have you ever thought of contacting your old man again?”
Pulling the plug, Lauralee stood up while the draining water swirled about her feet. “No, I haven’t. I know that Robbie misses his father, but — no.”
“Okay,” the girl said quietly. “Step out on the bathmat and I’ll dry that lovely, tall body. The guys must be eating up everything in the kitchen by now, and I keep hoping we’ll get a phone call from my mother before long. Wouldn’t you just know that my auntie would pull one of her sicky spells at the wrong time? I’ll bet that Mom is going out of her head, thinking about all the good fucking that she’s missing. She’s really anxious to meet you, Lauralee.”
Lauralee pivoted slowly, feeling regal at so much attention, luxuriating in the devoted service being given her by her new daughter-lover-in-law-friend. “And I want to meet your mother,” she said. “I’m not afraid any more. I just know I’ll love her, too.”
They kissed, their naked bodies clinging together tenderly, their breasts and mounds seeking counterparts. Shuddering, Bettina said throatily, “Come on; we’d better get out of here.”
Down the hallway they went, giggling together like kids, happy in each other’s nearness. Lauralee thought this was as it should be, that they were more than technical relatives, but blood sisters who shared the same lovers, and shared themselves, also. She didn’t need more than this rare closeness, more than the man and boy who would fuck her in all possible ways, more than the woman who was yet a stranger to her, but who was waiting in the wings to add another intriguing dimension to the lovemaking. Certainly, Lauralee didn’t need her former husband. He was gone, and with a little more effort, she could make him forgotten.
Going into the kitchen, she said, “Hi.”
They looked up from the litter they had created on the counter, and motioned to sandwiches several decks high. “Dig in,” Chris offered, pointing with a can of beer.
She and Bettina fell to, and Lauralee was amazed that she could consume so much food, though the beer helped wash it down. She would have to start watching her weight, she thought, but that wasn’t going to be easy; fucking gave her such an appetite. Finishing the food, Lauralee searched her memory for something she had read, about screwing using up many calories. She hoped the article had been correct; she didn’t want to be a heavyweight.
Surprised, she saw that Chris was pulling on his clothes. “Where are you going?”
“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he promised. “I called Jessica over at her sister’s place, and she thinks she can get away from there in an hour or so. I’m going to pick her up, and of course I’ll bring her right back here.”
Putting down her beer can, Lauralee said, “I’ll miss you, Chris; WE’LL miss you.”
He came over to where she was sitting and took her bare tits in both hands. “I’ll hurry baby. Jessica is as anxious to get with you as I am to have some more of that terrific pussy. The kids will keep you busy while I’m gone.”
“Okay,” she pouted, holding up her mouths for his warm kiss, and looking after him as he strode to the door, thinking how sensual this mostly bald man was, how eager he was to fuck her, while remaining devoted to his own daughter’s wonderfully trained little snatch.
Bettina helped her clean up, while Robbie wandered into the living room and put on a tape. The primitive beat of the music reached Lauralee as she crowded dishes into the water and turned it on; she found herself following the rhythm with a slinky movement of her hips. Then her breasts took it up, too.
“Go dance with him,” Bettina suggested. “I have to take a bath, too — but I’d like to get in on anything you guys start.”
“We’ll wait for you,” Lauralee promised.
The dancing didn’t last long; she was too new at it, even though her son complimented her on getting with it and loosening up. “Wow,” he said, as she sank down upon the couch and pushed out her legs. “Dad ought to see you like that, with your beautiful body rolling and wiggling. I just know he’d freak right out, Mom.”
Lauralee chewed her lip. “You’d better forget him,” she said. “Your father wouldn’t understand — or accept — anything that’s going on around here; especially, you and me, Robbie.”
He hesitated, then sat beside her to stroke her thigh. “You’re so lovely,” he said, “you make a guy hurt, just seeing you bare-assed like this. And once a man knows how deep and rich your pussy is, he HAS to come back to it, time and again, fucking it and eating it, over and over. I never thought I’d be lucky enough to ever get my cock into that gorgeous cunt, Mom. Now that I have, I can’t stay away from it. I’m hooked on my mother’s far-out pussy.”
Lauralee put her arm around her son’s shoulders; her fingers played over his flat nipple as she breathed into his ear, “I’m glad, baby. Especially since you have such a spectacular young wife, and still want to screw your old mom.”
Robbie took hold of his growing shaft and rubbed the satiny head along the smoothness of her outer thigh. “You’ll never be too old for me to screw.”
Lightly, she kissed his downy cheek and watched the play of the boy’s ballooning knob along her skin, admiring the cunning sculpture of its design and the beauty of its coloring. Boyish prick that had dipped into adult cunts, she thought; such a young cock, to have already fucked two mature women and stroked so often in a girl’s alluring little oven as well; Robbie would go on sampling women’s vaginas, she knew, making many others happy; she hoped it would always come back to her own.
“Hey,” Bettina said from the doorway, posing piquantly there with her small, perfect body radiant. “I warned you guys not to start anything without me.”
“We haven’t,” Lauralee answered. “Come here and join us, darling.”
Robbie stood up, his now-rigid meat a thin staff sturdy enough to hang undies on to dry. “Both of you,” he announced. “I want to fuck both of you, going back and forth in your cunts. Mom — will you lie down on the floor? Yeah, that’s the way, on your back with those long legs wide open so your pussy shines up at me. Now, Bettina, how about lying down on top of her — put your ass on her belly, baby, and hike your knees so that your sweet little snatch is right over hers.”
Excitedly, Lauralee accepted this new challenge, her flesh warming as the girl carefully lowered her negligible weight upon her. As Bettina lay back, Lauralee held the small, hard tits and thumbed their saucy points.
The girl’s trim and perky ass snuggled down against her groin, and Lauralee relished the feel of it there, the adorable dainty cheeks with their miniature cleft.
“Man, oh man,” Robbie breathed, fondling this turgid cock. “What a sight that is — my wife’s golden pussy on top of my mom’s black pussy; all those groovy legs spread open for me; Bettina’s pink cunt lips and my mother’s full, red ones.”
He kneeled upon the carpet and got himself set between their thighs, caressing both sets with trembling hands, bending to kiss each of them in turn. Lauralee flinched when her son’s mouth found the dewy opening of her pulsating labia, when his hot tongue slid wetly along them. But he was soon gone, and she could tell by the tightening of Bettina’s ass that Robbie was paying the same adulation to the girl’s mound, too.
Next, she knew the delightful nuzzling of his cockhead, that rubbery yet firm bud of his young manhood as it felt into her eager, humid cunt lips. Robbie shoved into them gently but steadily; forcing them to give way for the sliding comfort of his hard meat. The boy’s prick worked up into Lauralee twitching vagina then, and her son began to stroke slowly, penetratingly, into her body.
His belly must be rubbing into Bettina’s pussy, she thought, and squeezed down upon her daughter-in-law’s nubile breasts. Robbie must be taking care to add his weight to his wife’s, but she couldn’t see how he was handling the situation; she could only feel, and that was truly the only sense she required. Her vagina wriggled over his thrusting shaft and her clit quivered.
Suddenly, almost painfully, that enchanted cock was gone, yanked from the clenching of her moist depths, and Lauralee’s cunt was lonely.
“Oooh!” Bettina groaned, the delicate ass rolling as Robbie inserted the head of his slippery prick into the girl’s smaller, tighter snatch.
Lauralee felt her son’s fuzzy balls against the wet mouth of her deprived cunt, the slow back-and-forth swinging of the sack as Robbie pumped his insatiable rod into his wife’s wriggling body. Four lingering strokes, five — then the greasy knob was back below, reaching blindly for the welcoming embrace of his mother’s cunt. He jammed it home, and Lauralee took it breathlessly, joyfully.
Containing himself, controlling his pent-up emotions, Robbie was giving them both a magnificent fucking, a priceless screwing they would both remember for the rest of their lives. His flanged cockhead reached and withdrew, rolled around inside Lauralee’s feverish hole and brought her jerking, heaving to a culmination that made her drum her heels upon the floor.
His magical staff was gone again, plunged once more into the sweet, hot glove the girl’s churning pussy, driven to the veined hilt inside her sinuously rolling snatch. In and out, his balls caressing Lauralee’s steamy cunt with every stroke, Robbie pumped his distended tool strongly into Bettina, and Lauralee could feel them, too. The girl jerked with every burying of the slick meat, her tremors passing through her straining body and into Lauralee’s sensitive flesh.
She knew the exact moment when Bettina came, and rocked the darling girl lovingly in her arms as the tiny ass bucked in hectic spasms. Robbie was coming, too, she thought; the boy’s scrotum was shuddering; all that creamy richness was spewing into the childlike vagina, drenching it with his bubbling juices.
But Robbie sensed that his mother craved to share that ultimate moment, and pulled his spitting cockhead from his wife’s wringing pussy. Lauralee gasped as she felt the downpour of her son’s semen, the splattering of the oystery fluid that rained upon her own cunt lips and soaked her pussy hairs. They were both being rewarded with the fluids of the boy’s wondrous balls, his some purling inside and our of Bettina’s shivering cunt, and smearing itself into Lauralee’s pulsating box. She loved him for his thoughtfulness, and her ass twisted as the starchy rivulet oozed down the crack of her excited ass.
“You’re both dripping with my come,” Robbie said. “Both my beautiful fuckable cunts are all milky with my semen — my mother’s pussy and wife’s pussy. That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Sighing, Bettina disengaged herself rom the tangle, rolling from Lauralee’s body and off to one side. “Don’t let it all get soaked up,” Lauralee heard the girl say. “Here, baby — let me scoop some of it into my hand…”
Lauralee started to move, bringing her legs together as she felt her son backing from between them. Bettina nudged her hip. “Roll on over, darling — onto your belly, and bring your knees under your body, so your ass pokes up. You want it like this, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Lauralee moaned, and realized why the girl had collected the semen. It was to lubricate the head of Robbie’s cock, so that it would be easier to get into the tightness of her tube. She was panting against her folded arms when she felt warm, greasy fingers working the lguey stuff into the rim of her asshole, and a violent thrill pierced her, all the way up to her throat.
Then her son’s sudsy knob was at the hairy ring, his hands braced upon the cheeks of her ass, his knees between her own. “Take it easy, Mom,” he said from behind her. “Relax as much as you can and stay loose; don’t tighten down on me, and it’ll go fine.”
Closing her eyes, Lauralee waited, her pulses racing insanely. Would it hurt? Could it feel as good as that fleeting moment when, in the squirming heat of passion, someone had slipped a finger into her anus? The slippery tip of her son’s glans pressed into the equally greasy knot of her asshole, pushing tenderly. And slowly, every so slowly, the reluctant circle began to give, to stretch.
“Easy,” he murmured, “just hang loose, baby. The cockhead is going in you — and wow! It’s really hot and tight in there.”
She felt it; she knew the strange, almost frightening sensation and fought to keep from tightening. Inch by exploring inch, the boy’s spongy, hard-cored bulb eased into her ass, and suddenly the length of his stiff prick slid up, up, and his balls settled into the parted vee of her thighs, his pelvis against her cheeks.
It was in her; her son’s beloved cock was really IN her ass. Lauralee wiggled upon it, testing, experimenting, and her pussy contracted below.
“It-it’s fabulous,” she groaned. “Oh, I can’t believe it, Robbie; you have your sweet prick buried all the way into my ass.”
Stroking her cheeks, he began to move back and forth, very gently and slowly, taking great care not to hurt her. Lauralee didn’t give a damn if he did hurt her; anything that happened within her narrow hose would be a wanton rapture, and she slid around upon the meat socked so firmly inside her tail.
Her nipples dug into the carpet, and she liked the small pain. Every tender stroke he made into her impaled body was a loving movement, and she could feel the juices of her cunt oozing from her labia to wet her thighs. Flames seared her vagina and her asshole was wiggling steam hose; Robbie pumped more strongly into it, and she could hear his breath, harsh and uneven in his throat. He was fucking his mother from behind, sticking that young boy meat into his mommy’s ass, taking the cherry there that no man or woman had ever touched. She exulted in what she was able to give him like this.
Rolling her ass, Lauralee lifted her tits from the rug and dug her fingers into it, arching her back, swaying her hips and taking him, loving him, backing fiercely into him while her cunt leaped and trembled as her maddened clitoris tried to break out of its hood. Robbie bent over her, reaching down and around to take hold of her swinging tits, his pelvis grinding hungrily into the soft pillow of her ass.
Without warning, his cockhead flexed to spray a burning rain of come into her tubing, and he squeezed her breasts as he let go. Lauralee churned her ass around his meat, coming and coming as he sagged.
By pushing and pulling, Bettina had managed to get them to roll over onto their sides, and Lauralee clamped down with the cheeks of her ass so that Robbie’s hard meat would be held trapped within the rubbery ring of her tube. The girl had gone after he dripping cunt as if it were a hairy pie and she was starved for its creamy sweets. She’d eaten and lapped furiously, and Lauralee soon convulsed in one climax after another, until she could stand it no longer, and begged off.
When she staggered to her feet and made it to the bar, she looked back to see her son and his bride locked in sixty-nine, Robbie’s face buried in the honey-blonde mound between Bettina’s slim thighs, the girl sucking lustily upon his softened rod. Lauralee splashed bourbon into a glass and downed it straight; after the shot quit burning her tummy she had another, drinking this one more slowly, letting its strength and warmth spread throughout her drained body.
Oh Lord, she thought; it might not be long before Chris came back with his wife, and here she was, all fucked out. Each of her orgasms had been shattering, and now every small movement of her body sent flaming lances of sensitivity screaming along her nerve ends. Could she stand another series, yet another different, horny coupling? Lauralee wasn’t at all certain as she finished her second shot of liquor.
Feeling better then, more up, she straightened her back and took several deep breaths. Maybe she was truly getting old, and wouldn’t be able to keep up with her much younger lovers.
But minutes later, when she climbed down, Lauralee saw that both the kids were asleep, their heads snuggled into each other’s lower bellies. They looked calm and beautiful like that; she smiled down upon them and walked slowly back down the hall to her own bed. Stretched there, she closed her eyes and watched the pictures forming against the lids. A little rest, she thought; a bit of complete relaxation, and she would again be available.
Warmly, she slipped into drowsiness. Surely now she had been fucked in all possible ways one man could put it to her! There were no more holes left for a cock to explore, not by itself. She wondered if it was humanly possible for a woman to get two pricks into her vagina at the same time. Chris’ big meat packed her own cunt fully, and there wouldn’t be room for another.
Maybe, just maybe, two slender shafts like Robbie’s might be able to squeeze in there, side by side. But Lauralee didn’t know of another cock like her son’s. She could be reaching too far afield, she realized. It would be more than enough excitement simply to be stuffed with one up her ass and another bulging within the slippery folds of her stimulated vagina.
And one in the mouth? Like that, she would be the centerpiece for three men, binding them together through the juicy hotness of her flesh, giving each of them, all of them, the completeness of orgasm. IT would be very nice, she thought fuzzily, and turned over on the bed to snuggle against her pillow. It might take some planning and a bit of physical contortion, but Lauralee was sure she could somehow manage it.
Another man, then — and it didn’t matter what the size of his prick might be. Someone who would fit in with the easy, open swinging of these two families that had luckily combined into a single unit without jealousy and trouble. It might be difficult to find someone else who possessed the proper qualifications. Lauralee slept then, drifting in and out of warm dreams where she saw a long line of erectly throbbing cocks, where she saw them spurt at the same moment, firing geysers of milky juices high into the air…
She slid into the silver rain, bathing in the hot, soapy fluid, feeling it greasy upon her skin and between her legs, feeling the marvelous richness, the thrilling thick syrup, lifting her face to taste it upon her tongue. It was gently against her face, and she was swimming in semen…
Lauralee’s eyes fluttered open. The warmth against her was real, but not liquid; it was plumply rounded and softly resilient, shaped and modelled into hillocks and valleys. She smelled perfume and felt the feathery brush of silken hair against her nude shoulder. Gentle hands began to stroke her flesh, roaming over her belly to linger upon her breasts. Light fingers teased her nipples into aware erection. Hot breath stirred against the back of her neck.
The voice was satiny, whispering. “I just couldn’t wait not after hearing all about you, Lauralee.”
“J-Jessica?”
“Yes. You feel so wonderful, tall and lean and willowy; your skin is very smooth. I sneaked in here in the dark, but would you mind turning on the light, dear? I want to see this paragon my husband and daughter and Robbie have been praising to the skies.”
Fumbling over the nightstand, Lauralee found the bedlamp and switched it on. She blinked against the light, and turned back to face the woman she had never met, this woman who was lying naked in bed with her.
They stared at each other. Lauralee saw a ripely rounded body, the skin tranluscently pale, with big, pillow tits whose red tips lifted like overgrown cherries. The hips were lush, full and richly curved, and there between abundant thighs nestled a flaming bush of pubic hair, red as the sun. Only then did Lauralee glance up at the face smiling crinkled at her. Jessica Hartmann was cute; her cheeks were plump and she wore her naturally red hair long and loose. There were laugh lines at the corners of her blue eyes.
“Hey,” Jessica murmured. “They were right; you’re really a lovely woman, built like a magazine fashion model, but a lot more real and healthy.”
Lauralee grinned back. It would be easy to be friends with this woman, even if they hadn’t already shared sex with each other’s lovers. She said, “Thank you, Jessica. You’re beautiful; I can see where Bettina got her looks.”
“And her sexiness,” the woman said. “Only I wasn’t so sure about that — until your son proved it to me. That boy is some kind of horny young stud.”
“I think so, too,” Lauralee agreed. “Tell me — do they ever sort of burn you out, make you tired?”
Jessica laughed, throwing back her head; her boobs jiggled like milky globes. “Sure they do. But I take a bath and a nap and eat something, and I’m ready to make it some more. It just takes a little getting used to, that’s all. Don’t fret, dear; we all run out of gas from time to time — but what fun it is, getting pumped up again!”
Daringly, Lauralee leaned forward and touched the beguiling nipples. “So big and gorgeous,” she whispered. “Your skin is flawless, Jessica. Robbie must have been splitting his jeans, every time he looked at you. Any man with testicles can’t help raising a hardon.”
The woman stopped laughing, and a slinky hot light flared in her eyes. “Just what I was thinking about you,” she purred. “But there’s no reason men should have all the fun.”
Lauralee fingered the intriguing, rubbery points of the melon tits. “You’re right, of course.” She moved closer, and fitted the length of her slender body to the heated fullness of the other woman’s. The rich breasts were as soft as they looked, giving, cushioning against her own. The smooth belly trembled, and the springy cunt hair was padded as her own mound reached into it.
Jessica’s mouth was softer than rosebuds and scented with eager springtimes; the tongue was quick and artful, her teeth small and eager. Lauralee wrapped her arms around this new and infinitely pleasing body, aroused by knowing her son had fucked the pussy surging against her vulva, that he had sucked it. There was extra stimulation in knowing she had ridden the husbandly prick that had screwed this woman thousands of times.
Others had eaten into this sensuously churning mound — Robbie, Chris, the woman’s own fantastically sexy young daughter. Now it could be Lauralee’s; she could know its flowing sweetness and the lunging of its velvet depths as she tormented the clitoris with questing tongue and suctioning lips.
“Ahh,” Jessica sighed as they broke the kiss, and moved first to shift the angle of her ripe body. Her mouth fastened greedily upon Lauralee’s nipple while her hands tenderly kneaded both tits. The soft lips were searing, working their way damply down Lauralee’s rib cage, the small teeth nipping delicately at tummy skin and her tongue going furiously, as if the flavor of Lauralee’s skin was something intoxicating.
“I want — I want to eat you, too,” Lauralee gasped, but Jessica had already plunged her face between Lauralee’s quivering thighs. The shock of that first contact raced through her, and her pelvis jerked upward, presenting the urgency of her hairy crotch to this new and hungry mouth.
Jessica ate pussy differently than her daughter; she was just as skilled in the application of her tongue, but there was more hunger to it, a fiercer need. She spread her mouth wide, and sucked powerfully, dragging Lauralee’s pussy lips against her teeth. Her tongue pumped vigorously in and out, as if it was a short, wet cock, and Lauralee wriggled upon it, reaching down to caress the woman’s hair as her ass rolled from side to side and her pelvis humped.
A strange and beautiful woman was delving lasciviously into her vagina, almost snarling as she tried to devour the tender lining, pounding her stiffened tongue deep and curling it back.
Panting, Lauralee hissed: “Eat it as savagely as you want to, Jessica! Chew my pussy and lap it like a puppy dog — suck my cunt and swallow the juice — oh! Oh, you wonderful bitch — ahh, yes! Ooh — I’ve fucked your husband and eaten your daughter’s snatch — ah! I’ve sucked your husband’s prick and drained all the semen from his balls, and Chris has shoved his tongue in my cunt just as you’re doing now — ahh! Ooh, that’s wild, darling!”
Swivelling her ass furiously, Lauralee clung to the woman’s head and ground her crotch into the ravenous mouth, bucking her clit into the wet teeth and bringing her long thighs together like a silken trap. She was close, so close, and that tongue was driving her right out of her fucking skull…
But it suddenly stopped. Lauralee arched her back and squeezed her thighs against the stilled head, but there was no more; she was left teetering upon the very brink of a magnificent culmination, and she felt cheated. “Jessica — what’s the matter? What’s wrong?”
Opening her eyes then, she saw the woman’s reason for hesitating. There on the bed, poised behind his wife’s upthrust and shining ass, was Chris Hartmann. Lauralee hadn’t even heard him come into the room, or felt the difference his weight made upon the bed.
Looming chunky and wide, hairy-chested and taut, the man was maneuvering his swollen cockhead into his wife’s scarlet-mossed mound from behind. Feeling the spongy thrust, Jessica had been startled for a moment, but now Lauralee felt the slippery tongue stabbing, lancing again and again into the vibrancy of her clit. Jessica had recognized the shape of her husband’s knob, and was squirming in obvious delight as the man fed his meat up into her clenching slot.
“Take it,” Chris grunted, as he shoved his rigid meat clear to the root between his wife’s opulent thighs, “take my cock, you sweet, hot bitch! Couldn’t stay away from her, could you? I knew you’d come sneaking up here to eat Lauralee’s pussy, even if you had to start it while she was asleep — oh baby, shake that nice, round ass for me! Oh yeah, yeah — keep on licking that hairy black cunt, while I jam my prick into yours, Jessica — like this — like this…”
Staring, Lauralee could see the grip Chris had on the cheeks of his wife’s luxurious ass, and feel the woman’s folded body to where Jessica was nuzzling even more avidly into her snatch. Shifting her gaze, she found her eyes locked with his, and Chris smiled voluptuously. Jessica’s educated tongue regained it frenetic rhythm, and Lauralee found her self pivoting upon it, humping to the buried face, her thighs sliding up and down beside Jessica’s head.
“Beautiful, hot bitches!” Chris grunted. “What a pair of juicy cunts — sweet asses, gorgeous boobs — you love your old man’s cock, don’t you baby? You love my prick as much as you adore that steamy gash you’re eating…”
Jessica moaned an answer into Lauralee’s flexing vagina, and the teasing, tantalizing suction upon Lauralee’s clitoris, became too intense to bear. Shivering, she let go of the woman’s head and fell back upon the bed, her entire lower body swinging wildly, her pelvis reaching brutally up into the chewing, siphoning mouth.
“I — oh, I’m coming!” she cried out. “Fuck her, Chris — fuck the hell out of her! Screw your wife while she’s going down on me — make her come as — AHH! — come as insanely as I’m coming — COMING!”
The fireworks went off deep within her wrenching vagina, flaring pinwheels of ecstasy around her bursting clitoris, sparklers showering golden hot rain up through her tumultuous belly and a spitting fuse burning itself savagely out through her fluttering asshole.
Lifting her smeared face from the sizzling wet hairs of Lauralee’s quaking mound, Jessica groaned in sharp rapture, humping back upon her husband’s pounding shaft. Her head jerked upward as she came, and she rocked from side to side as Lauralee stared at her contorted face and the mesmerizing pendulums of the swinging balloon tits.
Immediately, Chris stopped hammering his hard meat into her. With a swift and agile movement, he slipped his cockhead down and out of the clinging grip of his wife’s snatch, and sat back upon his heels. As Jessica collapsed softly to one side, Lauralee could see the light glistening upon that reddened and puffy glans, see the golden rays of the bedlamp reflected upon the oily juices of the woman’s pussy that clung like glue there.
“Your turn,” Chris said. “There she is, with her plump legs all spread out. My wife’s pussy is all heated up for you baby, so just crawl around her and go to it. Point your sweet, lovely ass up at me and spread your thighs, so I can screw you like I just stuck it to her. My cock is all greasy with her juice, and it’ll slip right up into your tight hole.”
Lauralee moved to do his bidding, her heart thudding and her own snatch becoming flooded in her excitement. She kneeled between the pale, ripe legs and ran her hands up and down the rounded calves as she gazed raptly down into the inflamed cunt lips surrounded by so much deep, curly red hair. Jessica’s labia had turned scarlet, and they were dripping. Lauralee caressed the lavish thighs, and angled her body down so that her buttocks would be presented to the man who waited impatiently behind her, his gorged prick in one hand, his hairy balls filled with new semen.
She was about to go down on a woman’s mature pussy, while that woman’s husband fucked her from behind. She had learned to love a vagina through the teachings of Jessica’s daughter, and now she was on the verge of making the full round of the family — man and wife and child.
Trembling, Lauralee bent down and kissed the silken belly, working the end of her tongue into the dimpled navel. Jessica twitched, and the padded nest of her mound moved back and forth. Lauralee licked into the outer fringes of humid pubic hair, feeling its stiff coils against her lips and tickling her tongue.
She burrowed through the matted hair and into the jelly-dripping pussy lips, tasting an exotic flavor there, an odd muskiness that thrilled her. Lauralee covered the pulsing snatch with her mouth, and at that moment Chris poised the soapy head of his distended prick against her vulva, felling upward for the torrid slit that was yearning for him. As she drove her tongue between the softness of the elastic lips, Chris drove his knob into Lauralee’s labia, and both reached as far as they could into hot, soupy cunts. They were joined, deliciously interlocked, flesh within flesh within flesh.
While Chris poled his hard meat into her filled pussy, Lauralee muzzled deeper into the rippling snatch she was exploring with her teeth and tongue. When she had probed the sheath as far as she could, and tickled its buttery velvet walls, she withdrew her tongue and sucked in. The rubbery labia came into her mouth, and Lauralee toothed it gently, drawing a warm rivulet of juice down her throat and swallowing it gleefully.
There was the fresh, unknown clit, leaping to greet her drilling tongue, parting the folds of its tender hood. The size of that intense organ surprised Lauralee; it was constructed like a little cock, but much, much bigger that her own, and a giant compared to Bettina’s tiny nubbin. By pressing down into the upper labia, she was able to get the vibrating growth between her teeth, and held it there while she tortured it with her lashing tongue.
Behind her, Chris panted as he thrust heavily into her own seething hole. “Baby — oh, baby — you’re so hot and juicy that your sweet cunt is overflowing and wetting my balls! Ahh — you’re tight, though, and my big cock is making those pussy lips stretch like rubber bands — grind it, Lauralee — shove that ass up to me!”
She gave it to him, seesawing her rear and wheeling her avid vagina upon his thrusting club, but she continued to worry the pulsating clitoris held captive by her teeth. Jessica’s pelvis spasmed and the ripe thighs jerked uncontrollably. The woman shrieked softly and pounded the mattress with her hands as she crested upon a roaring tidal wave of ecstasy.
Holding her breath, Lauralee convulsed in her own orgasm, and felt the jetting cascade of Chris’ semen blasting into her pussy.
“I’ll help her to the bath,” Bettina volunteered. “Maybe you guys can get some sandwiches together before we come back. I know I’m starving, and Lauralee probably is, too.”
She went with the girl, moving loose-jointedly and fluidly, feeling that all her joints had turned watery. But there was a deep sense of gratification lingering within her inflamed vagina, and a tingling that aroused itself whenever one thigh brushed the other. Lauralee sat upon the toilet while Bettina drew a hot bath for her, and poured in scented powders.
“Here you are, darling,” the girl purred. “All ready for you to soak in. I know what a round-robin fucking like that takes out of you. The first time Daddy and Robbie did it to me, I must have passed out three or four times, but it was even more draining when my mother joined us. Oh wow; I didn’t think there was a bone left in my body, but I got over it in a hurry, and was soon ready for some more of that fantastic screwing.”
Lowering herself into the hot, clasping water, Lauralee propped her head upon the rim of the tub and stretched out her legs. IT seemed impossible that she would have hit so many fulfilling orgasms; she was the cold-natured wife who’d never know what it was to come. She was the uptight, rigidly programmed woman who had thought that sex was something to be avoided altogether, or submitted to only when Marshall became overbearing, when he practically raped her. Oh damn, she thought, settling into the soothing water; she must have given her husband a difficult time, a terrible time of strain and unbearable pressure.
Now she didn’t doubt for a moment that Marshall had gone out romancing other women; he was a lusty male with hearty sexual appetites, and she could hardly blame him for straying. Closing her eyes and relaxing her body, she thought also that he must have loved her very much, despite her frigidity; otherwise, he would not have remained with her for so many years.
And how would he accept her now, in her new freedom — if ever their paths should happen to cross again? Even though Marshall was sensual, he was of her own age bracket, out of the same rocky soil of moralistic upbringing that insisted one should cleave only to one other. Men, she knew, were prone to apply the double standard, anyhow; they could swing with various interesting girls, but they denied the same opportunities to their own wives.
If there was the slightest hangover from that out-moded way of thinking, Marshall would be shocked to his core by any hint that his wife was not only balling other men, but that she had stepped beyond acceptable bounds by fucking her own son — his son, too. Damn, Lauralee mused; Marshall Jergens had been out of her life for quite some time now, and she might as well also put him completely out of her mind. There was nothing left for them.
“Sit up a little,” Bettina said softly, “so I can soap your boobs. I love to handle them, to feel them all round and giving in my hands. Then I’ll wash your back.”
Obediently, Lauralee came upright and leaned forward from the hips. She enjoyed the slow fondling of the girl’s slippery fingers as they moved over her globes. The strength was coming back into her flesh, and she realized that it wouldn’t take much to bring her well-fucked body back to the brink of desire once more. There was still something she hadn’t done, and she imagined the others would be happy to try it with her.
She craved the sensation of her son’s hard, slim prick moving up into her asshole, while Chris’ swollen meat reached into her sheath; she wanted to be packed with their cocks, to know the filling of her two holes at the same time. In her mind’s eye, she pictured the sacks of their testicles swinging together, touching in mutual caress as their engorged rods enjoyed the plush openings of her flesh. As they fucked her together, Bettina was free to do as she wanted, perhaps lick at both sets of balls, maybe try to squeeze her head in so she could spear that marvelously experienced tongue against Lauralee’s clitoris.
It would make her faint, Lauralee thought; so much concentrated and intense adoration would make her shatter into a million ecstatic pieces, and she would pass out. But even if she did, she knew they would continue to fuck her, and would bring her back from one shadowy wonderland into the brightness of their love.
“Lie back again,” Bettina suggested, “and I can get at your lovely snatch.”
The girl’s hands were slippery and tantalizing over her mound; the soap bubbled and added its own slow torment. Bettina said, “I know how I got turned on at first — by playing around with another kid, and by listening to my mom and dad in bed at night, when they were screwing. I used to picture them making it, and I’d get so hot that I’d have to finger-fuck myself. Then, after I hid in their closet one time and actually SAW my daddy sticking his big, beautiful prick into her pussy, I just HAD to be fucked, but I didn’t know how to go about making a boy. I mean, I didn’t dare try to turn on my father, not at first, even though that’s what I wanted most. So I went along with this girl and made it that way, until he caught us at it. But you, Lauralee — you’re so sweet and passionate; I can’t understand why you couldn’t swing with your old man.”
Lauralee said, “My fault, I guess. Marshall wasn’t very patient, and he — he hurt me, on our wedding night. After that, it just got worse and worse, and told myself that it didn’t matter. YOU turned me on, darling — after those horny movies that so clearly demonstrated what I’d been missing. I’ll forever be grateful to you for that, and for bringing in Robbie to fuck me, afterward.”
“Umm,” Bettina murmured. “There — your gorgeous pussy is all sweet and clean, and if I wasn’t so hungry for another kind of food, I’d eat it right now. Have you ever thought of contacting your old man again?”
Pulling the plug, Lauralee stood up while the draining water swirled about her feet. “No, I haven’t. I know that Robbie misses his father, but — no.”
“Okay,” the girl said quietly. “Step out on the bathmat and I’ll dry that lovely, tall body. The guys must be eating up everything in the kitchen by now, and I keep hoping we’ll get a phone call from my mother before long. Wouldn’t you just know that my auntie would pull one of her sicky spells at the wrong time? I’ll bet that Mom is going out of her head, thinking about all the good fucking that she’s missing. She’s really anxious to meet you, Lauralee.”
Lauralee pivoted slowly, feeling regal at so much attention, luxuriating in the devoted service being given her by her new daughter-lover-in-law-friend. “And I want to meet your mother,” she said. “I’m not afraid any more. I just know I’ll love her, too.”
They kissed, their naked bodies clinging together tenderly, their breasts and mounds seeking counterparts. Shuddering, Bettina said throatily, “Come on; we’d better get out of here.”
Down the hallway they went, giggling together like kids, happy in each other’s nearness. Lauralee thought this was as it should be, that they were more than technical relatives, but blood sisters who shared the same lovers, and shared themselves, also. She didn’t need more than this rare closeness, more than the man and boy who would fuck her in all possible ways, more than the woman who was yet a stranger to her, but who was waiting in the wings to add another intriguing dimension to the lovemaking. Certainly, Lauralee didn’t need her former husband. He was gone, and with a little more effort, she could make him forgotten.
Going into the kitchen, she said, “Hi.”
They looked up from the litter they had created on the counter, and motioned to sandwiches several decks high. “Dig in,” Chris offered, pointing with a can of beer.
She and Bettina fell to, and Lauralee was amazed that she could consume so much food, though the beer helped wash it down. She would have to start watching her weight, she thought, but that wasn’t going to be easy; fucking gave her such an appetite. Finishing the food, Lauralee searched her memory for something she had read, about screwing using up many calories. She hoped the article had been correct; she didn’t want to be a heavyweight.
Surprised, she saw that Chris was pulling on his clothes. “Where are you going?”
“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he promised. “I called Jessica over at her sister’s place, and she thinks she can get away from there in an hour or so. I’m going to pick her up, and of course I’ll bring her right back here.”
Putting down her beer can, Lauralee said, “I’ll miss you, Chris; WE’LL miss you.”
He came over to where she was sitting and took her bare tits in both hands. “I’ll hurry baby. Jessica is as anxious to get with you as I am to have some more of that terrific pussy. The kids will keep you busy while I’m gone.”
“Okay,” she pouted, holding up her mouths for his warm kiss, and looking after him as he strode to the door, thinking how sensual this mostly bald man was, how eager he was to fuck her, while remaining devoted to his own daughter’s wonderfully trained little snatch.
Bettina helped her clean up, while Robbie wandered into the living room and put on a tape. The primitive beat of the music reached Lauralee as she crowded dishes into the water and turned it on; she found herself following the rhythm with a slinky movement of her hips. Then her breasts took it up, too.
“Go dance with him,” Bettina suggested. “I have to take a bath, too — but I’d like to get in on anything you guys start.”
“We’ll wait for you,” Lauralee promised.
The dancing didn’t last long; she was too new at it, even though her son complimented her on getting with it and loosening up. “Wow,” he said, as she sank down upon the couch and pushed out her legs. “Dad ought to see you like that, with your beautiful body rolling and wiggling. I just know he’d freak right out, Mom.”
Lauralee chewed her lip. “You’d better forget him,” she said. “Your father wouldn’t understand — or accept — anything that’s going on around here; especially, you and me, Robbie.”
He hesitated, then sat beside her to stroke her thigh. “You’re so lovely,” he said, “you make a guy hurt, just seeing you bare-assed like this. And once a man knows how deep and rich your pussy is, he HAS to come back to it, time and again, fucking it and eating it, over and over. I never thought I’d be lucky enough to ever get my cock into that gorgeous cunt, Mom. Now that I have, I can’t stay away from it. I’m hooked on my mother’s far-out pussy.”
Lauralee put her arm around her son’s shoulders; her fingers played over his flat nipple as she breathed into his ear, “I’m glad, baby. Especially since you have such a spectacular young wife, and still want to screw your old mom.”
Robbie took hold of his growing shaft and rubbed the satiny head along the smoothness of her outer thigh. “You’ll never be too old for me to screw.”
Lightly, she kissed his downy cheek and watched the play of the boy’s ballooning knob along her skin, admiring the cunning sculpture of its design and the beauty of its coloring. Boyish prick that had dipped into adult cunts, she thought; such a young cock, to have already fucked two mature women and stroked so often in a girl’s alluring little oven as well; Robbie would go on sampling women’s vaginas, she knew, making many others happy; she hoped it would always come back to her own.
“Hey,” Bettina said from the doorway, posing piquantly there with her small, perfect body radiant. “I warned you guys not to start anything without me.”
“We haven’t,” Lauralee answered. “Come here and join us, darling.”
Robbie stood up, his now-rigid meat a thin staff sturdy enough to hang undies on to dry. “Both of you,” he announced. “I want to fuck both of you, going back and forth in your cunts. Mom — will you lie down on the floor? Yeah, that’s the way, on your back with those long legs wide open so your pussy shines up at me. Now, Bettina, how about lying down on top of her — put your ass on her belly, baby, and hike your knees so that your sweet little snatch is right over hers.”
Excitedly, Lauralee accepted this new challenge, her flesh warming as the girl carefully lowered her negligible weight upon her. As Bettina lay back, Lauralee held the small, hard tits and thumbed their saucy points.
The girl’s trim and perky ass snuggled down against her groin, and Lauralee relished the feel of it there, the adorable dainty cheeks with their miniature cleft.
“Man, oh man,” Robbie breathed, fondling this turgid cock. “What a sight that is — my wife’s golden pussy on top of my mom’s black pussy; all those groovy legs spread open for me; Bettina’s pink cunt lips and my mother’s full, red ones.”
He kneeled upon the carpet and got himself set between their thighs, caressing both sets with trembling hands, bending to kiss each of them in turn. Lauralee flinched when her son’s mouth found the dewy opening of her pulsating labia, when his hot tongue slid wetly along them. But he was soon gone, and she could tell by the tightening of Bettina’s ass that Robbie was paying the same adulation to the girl’s mound, too.
Next, she knew the delightful nuzzling of his cockhead, that rubbery yet firm bud of his young manhood as it felt into her eager, humid cunt lips. Robbie shoved into them gently but steadily; forcing them to give way for the sliding comfort of his hard meat. The boy’s prick worked up into Lauralee twitching vagina then, and her son began to stroke slowly, penetratingly, into her body.
His belly must be rubbing into Bettina’s pussy, she thought, and squeezed down upon her daughter-in-law’s nubile breasts. Robbie must be taking care to add his weight to his wife’s, but she couldn’t see how he was handling the situation; she could only feel, and that was truly the only sense she required. Her vagina wriggled over his thrusting shaft and her clit quivered.
Suddenly, almost painfully, that enchanted cock was gone, yanked from the clenching of her moist depths, and Lauralee’s cunt was lonely.
“Oooh!” Bettina groaned, the delicate ass rolling as Robbie inserted the head of his slippery prick into the girl’s smaller, tighter snatch.
Lauralee felt her son’s fuzzy balls against the wet mouth of her deprived cunt, the slow back-and-forth swinging of the sack as Robbie pumped his insatiable rod into his wife’s wriggling body. Four lingering strokes, five — then the greasy knob was back below, reaching blindly for the welcoming embrace of his mother’s cunt. He jammed it home, and Lauralee took it breathlessly, joyfully.
Containing himself, controlling his pent-up emotions, Robbie was giving them both a magnificent fucking, a priceless screwing they would both remember for the rest of their lives. His flanged cockhead reached and withdrew, rolled around inside Lauralee’s feverish hole and brought her jerking, heaving to a culmination that made her drum her heels upon the floor.
His magical staff was gone again, plunged once more into the sweet, hot glove the girl’s churning pussy, driven to the veined hilt inside her sinuously rolling snatch. In and out, his balls caressing Lauralee’s steamy cunt with every stroke, Robbie pumped his distended tool strongly into Bettina, and Lauralee could feel them, too. The girl jerked with every burying of the slick meat, her tremors passing through her straining body and into Lauralee’s sensitive flesh.
She knew the exact moment when Bettina came, and rocked the darling girl lovingly in her arms as the tiny ass bucked in hectic spasms. Robbie was coming, too, she thought; the boy’s scrotum was shuddering; all that creamy richness was spewing into the childlike vagina, drenching it with his bubbling juices.
But Robbie sensed that his mother craved to share that ultimate moment, and pulled his spitting cockhead from his wife’s wringing pussy. Lauralee gasped as she felt the downpour of her son’s semen, the splattering of the oystery fluid that rained upon her own cunt lips and soaked her pussy hairs. They were both being rewarded with the fluids of the boy’s wondrous balls, his some purling inside and our of Bettina’s shivering cunt, and smearing itself into Lauralee’s pulsating box. She loved him for his thoughtfulness, and her ass twisted as the starchy rivulet oozed down the crack of her excited ass.
“You’re both dripping with my come,” Robbie said. “Both my beautiful fuckable cunts are all milky with my semen — my mother’s pussy and wife’s pussy. That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Sighing, Bettina disengaged herself rom the tangle, rolling from Lauralee’s body and off to one side. “Don’t let it all get soaked up,” Lauralee heard the girl say. “Here, baby — let me scoop some of it into my hand…”
Lauralee started to move, bringing her legs together as she felt her son backing from between them. Bettina nudged her hip. “Roll on over, darling — onto your belly, and bring your knees under your body, so your ass pokes up. You want it like this, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Lauralee moaned, and realized why the girl had collected the semen. It was to lubricate the head of Robbie’s cock, so that it would be easier to get into the tightness of her tube. She was panting against her folded arms when she felt warm, greasy fingers working the lguey stuff into the rim of her asshole, and a violent thrill pierced her, all the way up to her throat.
Then her son’s sudsy knob was at the hairy ring, his hands braced upon the cheeks of her ass, his knees between her own. “Take it easy, Mom,” he said from behind her. “Relax as much as you can and stay loose; don’t tighten down on me, and it’ll go fine.”
Closing her eyes, Lauralee waited, her pulses racing insanely. Would it hurt? Could it feel as good as that fleeting moment when, in the squirming heat of passion, someone had slipped a finger into her anus? The slippery tip of her son’s glans pressed into the equally greasy knot of her asshole, pushing tenderly. And slowly, every so slowly, the reluctant circle began to give, to stretch.
“Easy,” he murmured, “just hang loose, baby. The cockhead is going in you — and wow! It’s really hot and tight in there.”
She felt it; she knew the strange, almost frightening sensation and fought to keep from tightening. Inch by exploring inch, the boy’s spongy, hard-cored bulb eased into her ass, and suddenly the length of his stiff prick slid up, up, and his balls settled into the parted vee of her thighs, his pelvis against her cheeks.
It was in her; her son’s beloved cock was really IN her ass. Lauralee wiggled upon it, testing, experimenting, and her pussy contracted below.
“It-it’s fabulous,” she groaned. “Oh, I can’t believe it, Robbie; you have your sweet prick buried all the way into my ass.”
Stroking her cheeks, he began to move back and forth, very gently and slowly, taking great care not to hurt her. Lauralee didn’t give a damn if he did hurt her; anything that happened within her narrow hose would be a wanton rapture, and she slid around upon the meat socked so firmly inside her tail.
Her nipples dug into the carpet, and she liked the small pain. Every tender stroke he made into her impaled body was a loving movement, and she could feel the juices of her cunt oozing from her labia to wet her thighs. Flames seared her vagina and her asshole was wiggling steam hose; Robbie pumped more strongly into it, and she could hear his breath, harsh and uneven in his throat. He was fucking his mother from behind, sticking that young boy meat into his mommy’s ass, taking the cherry there that no man or woman had ever touched. She exulted in what she was able to give him like this.
Rolling her ass, Lauralee lifted her tits from the rug and dug her fingers into it, arching her back, swaying her hips and taking him, loving him, backing fiercely into him while her cunt leaped and trembled as her maddened clitoris tried to break out of its hood. Robbie bent over her, reaching down and around to take hold of her swinging tits, his pelvis grinding hungrily into the soft pillow of her ass.
Without warning, his cockhead flexed to spray a burning rain of come into her tubing, and he squeezed her breasts as he let go. Lauralee churned her ass around his meat, coming and coming as he sagged.
By pushing and pulling, Bettina had managed to get them to roll over onto their sides, and Lauralee clamped down with the cheeks of her ass so that Robbie’s hard meat would be held trapped within the rubbery ring of her tube. The girl had gone after he dripping cunt as if it were a hairy pie and she was starved for its creamy sweets. She’d eaten and lapped furiously, and Lauralee soon convulsed in one climax after another, until she could stand it no longer, and begged off.
When she staggered to her feet and made it to the bar, she looked back to see her son and his bride locked in sixty-nine, Robbie’s face buried in the honey-blonde mound between Bettina’s slim thighs, the girl sucking lustily upon his softened rod. Lauralee splashed bourbon into a glass and downed it straight; after the shot quit burning her tummy she had another, drinking this one more slowly, letting its strength and warmth spread throughout her drained body.
Oh Lord, she thought; it might not be long before Chris came back with his wife, and here she was, all fucked out. Each of her orgasms had been shattering, and now every small movement of her body sent flaming lances of sensitivity screaming along her nerve ends. Could she stand another series, yet another different, horny coupling? Lauralee wasn’t at all certain as she finished her second shot of liquor.
Feeling better then, more up, she straightened her back and took several deep breaths. Maybe she was truly getting old, and wouldn’t be able to keep up with her much younger lovers.
But minutes later, when she climbed down, Lauralee saw that both the kids were asleep, their heads snuggled into each other’s lower bellies. They looked calm and beautiful like that; she smiled down upon them and walked slowly back down the hall to her own bed. Stretched there, she closed her eyes and watched the pictures forming against the lids. A little rest, she thought; a bit of complete relaxation, and she would again be available.
Warmly, she slipped into drowsiness. Surely now she had been fucked in all possible ways one man could put it to her! There were no more holes left for a cock to explore, not by itself. She wondered if it was humanly possible for a woman to get two pricks into her vagina at the same time. Chris’ big meat packed her own cunt fully, and there wouldn’t be room for another.
Maybe, just maybe, two slender shafts like Robbie’s might be able to squeeze in there, side by side. But Lauralee didn’t know of another cock like her son’s. She could be reaching too far afield, she realized. It would be more than enough excitement simply to be stuffed with one up her ass and another bulging within the slippery folds of her stimulated vagina.
And one in the mouth? Like that, she would be the centerpiece for three men, binding them together through the juicy hotness of her flesh, giving each of them, all of them, the completeness of orgasm. IT would be very nice, she thought fuzzily, and turned over on the bed to snuggle against her pillow. It might take some planning and a bit of physical contortion, but Lauralee was sure she could somehow manage it.
Another man, then — and it didn’t matter what the size of his prick might be. Someone who would fit in with the easy, open swinging of these two families that had luckily combined into a single unit without jealousy and trouble. It might be difficult to find someone else who possessed the proper qualifications. Lauralee slept then, drifting in and out of warm dreams where she saw a long line of erectly throbbing cocks, where she saw them spurt at the same moment, firing geysers of milky juices high into the air…
She slid into the silver rain, bathing in the hot, soapy fluid, feeling it greasy upon her skin and between her legs, feeling the marvelous richness, the thrilling thick syrup, lifting her face to taste it upon her tongue. It was gently against her face, and she was swimming in semen…
Lauralee’s eyes fluttered open. The warmth against her was real, but not liquid; it was plumply rounded and softly resilient, shaped and modelled into hillocks and valleys. She smelled perfume and felt the feathery brush of silken hair against her nude shoulder. Gentle hands began to stroke her flesh, roaming over her belly to linger upon her breasts. Light fingers teased her nipples into aware erection. Hot breath stirred against the back of her neck.
The voice was satiny, whispering. “I just couldn’t wait not after hearing all about you, Lauralee.”
“J-Jessica?”
“Yes. You feel so wonderful, tall and lean and willowy; your skin is very smooth. I sneaked in here in the dark, but would you mind turning on the light, dear? I want to see this paragon my husband and daughter and Robbie have been praising to the skies.”
Fumbling over the nightstand, Lauralee found the bedlamp and switched it on. She blinked against the light, and turned back to face the woman she had never met, this woman who was lying naked in bed with her.
They stared at each other. Lauralee saw a ripely rounded body, the skin tranluscently pale, with big, pillow tits whose red tips lifted like overgrown cherries. The hips were lush, full and richly curved, and there between abundant thighs nestled a flaming bush of pubic hair, red as the sun. Only then did Lauralee glance up at the face smiling crinkled at her. Jessica Hartmann was cute; her cheeks were plump and she wore her naturally red hair long and loose. There were laugh lines at the corners of her blue eyes.
“Hey,” Jessica murmured. “They were right; you’re really a lovely woman, built like a magazine fashion model, but a lot more real and healthy.”
Lauralee grinned back. It would be easy to be friends with this woman, even if they hadn’t already shared sex with each other’s lovers. She said, “Thank you, Jessica. You’re beautiful; I can see where Bettina got her looks.”
“And her sexiness,” the woman said. “Only I wasn’t so sure about that — until your son proved it to me. That boy is some kind of horny young stud.”
“I think so, too,” Lauralee agreed. “Tell me — do they ever sort of burn you out, make you tired?”
Jessica laughed, throwing back her head; her boobs jiggled like milky globes. “Sure they do. But I take a bath and a nap and eat something, and I’m ready to make it some more. It just takes a little getting used to, that’s all. Don’t fret, dear; we all run out of gas from time to time — but what fun it is, getting pumped up again!”
Daringly, Lauralee leaned forward and touched the beguiling nipples. “So big and gorgeous,” she whispered. “Your skin is flawless, Jessica. Robbie must have been splitting his jeans, every time he looked at you. Any man with testicles can’t help raising a hardon.”
The woman stopped laughing, and a slinky hot light flared in her eyes. “Just what I was thinking about you,” she purred. “But there’s no reason men should have all the fun.”
Lauralee fingered the intriguing, rubbery points of the melon tits. “You’re right, of course.” She moved closer, and fitted the length of her slender body to the heated fullness of the other woman’s. The rich breasts were as soft as they looked, giving, cushioning against her own. The smooth belly trembled, and the springy cunt hair was padded as her own mound reached into it.
Jessica’s mouth was softer than rosebuds and scented with eager springtimes; the tongue was quick and artful, her teeth small and eager. Lauralee wrapped her arms around this new and infinitely pleasing body, aroused by knowing her son had fucked the pussy surging against her vulva, that he had sucked it. There was extra stimulation in knowing she had ridden the husbandly prick that had screwed this woman thousands of times.
Others had eaten into this sensuously churning mound — Robbie, Chris, the woman’s own fantastically sexy young daughter. Now it could be Lauralee’s; she could know its flowing sweetness and the lunging of its velvet depths as she tormented the clitoris with questing tongue and suctioning lips.
“Ahh,” Jessica sighed as they broke the kiss, and moved first to shift the angle of her ripe body. Her mouth fastened greedily upon Lauralee’s nipple while her hands tenderly kneaded both tits. The soft lips were searing, working their way damply down Lauralee’s rib cage, the small teeth nipping delicately at tummy skin and her tongue going furiously, as if the flavor of Lauralee’s skin was something intoxicating.
“I want — I want to eat you, too,” Lauralee gasped, but Jessica had already plunged her face between Lauralee’s quivering thighs. The shock of that first contact raced through her, and her pelvis jerked upward, presenting the urgency of her hairy crotch to this new and hungry mouth.
Jessica ate pussy differently than her daughter; she was just as skilled in the application of her tongue, but there was more hunger to it, a fiercer need. She spread her mouth wide, and sucked powerfully, dragging Lauralee’s pussy lips against her teeth. Her tongue pumped vigorously in and out, as if it was a short, wet cock, and Lauralee wriggled upon it, reaching down to caress the woman’s hair as her ass rolled from side to side and her pelvis humped.
A strange and beautiful woman was delving lasciviously into her vagina, almost snarling as she tried to devour the tender lining, pounding her stiffened tongue deep and curling it back.
Panting, Lauralee hissed: “Eat it as savagely as you want to, Jessica! Chew my pussy and lap it like a puppy dog — suck my cunt and swallow the juice — oh! Oh, you wonderful bitch — ahh, yes! Ooh — I’ve fucked your husband and eaten your daughter’s snatch — ah! I’ve sucked your husband’s prick and drained all the semen from his balls, and Chris has shoved his tongue in my cunt just as you’re doing now — ahh! Ooh, that’s wild, darling!”
Swivelling her ass furiously, Lauralee clung to the woman’s head and ground her crotch into the ravenous mouth, bucking her clit into the wet teeth and bringing her long thighs together like a silken trap. She was close, so close, and that tongue was driving her right out of her fucking skull…
But it suddenly stopped. Lauralee arched her back and squeezed her thighs against the stilled head, but there was no more; she was left teetering upon the very brink of a magnificent culmination, and she felt cheated. “Jessica — what’s the matter? What’s wrong?”
Opening her eyes then, she saw the woman’s reason for hesitating. There on the bed, poised behind his wife’s upthrust and shining ass, was Chris Hartmann. Lauralee hadn’t even heard him come into the room, or felt the difference his weight made upon the bed.
Looming chunky and wide, hairy-chested and taut, the man was maneuvering his swollen cockhead into his wife’s scarlet-mossed mound from behind. Feeling the spongy thrust, Jessica had been startled for a moment, but now Lauralee felt the slippery tongue stabbing, lancing again and again into the vibrancy of her clit. Jessica had recognized the shape of her husband’s knob, and was squirming in obvious delight as the man fed his meat up into her clenching slot.
“Take it,” Chris grunted, as he shoved his rigid meat clear to the root between his wife’s opulent thighs, “take my cock, you sweet, hot bitch! Couldn’t stay away from her, could you? I knew you’d come sneaking up here to eat Lauralee’s pussy, even if you had to start it while she was asleep — oh baby, shake that nice, round ass for me! Oh yeah, yeah — keep on licking that hairy black cunt, while I jam my prick into yours, Jessica — like this — like this…”
Staring, Lauralee could see the grip Chris had on the cheeks of his wife’s luxurious ass, and feel the woman’s folded body to where Jessica was nuzzling even more avidly into her snatch. Shifting her gaze, she found her eyes locked with his, and Chris smiled voluptuously. Jessica’s educated tongue regained it frenetic rhythm, and Lauralee found her self pivoting upon it, humping to the buried face, her thighs sliding up and down beside Jessica’s head.
“Beautiful, hot bitches!” Chris grunted. “What a pair of juicy cunts — sweet asses, gorgeous boobs — you love your old man’s cock, don’t you baby? You love my prick as much as you adore that steamy gash you’re eating…”
Jessica moaned an answer into Lauralee’s flexing vagina, and the teasing, tantalizing suction upon Lauralee’s clitoris, became too intense to bear. Shivering, she let go of the woman’s head and fell back upon the bed, her entire lower body swinging wildly, her pelvis reaching brutally up into the chewing, siphoning mouth.
“I — oh, I’m coming!” she cried out. “Fuck her, Chris — fuck the hell out of her! Screw your wife while she’s going down on me — make her come as — AHH! — come as insanely as I’m coming — COMING!”
The fireworks went off deep within her wrenching vagina, flaring pinwheels of ecstasy around her bursting clitoris, sparklers showering golden hot rain up through her tumultuous belly and a spitting fuse burning itself savagely out through her fluttering asshole.
Lifting her smeared face from the sizzling wet hairs of Lauralee’s quaking mound, Jessica groaned in sharp rapture, humping back upon her husband’s pounding shaft. Her head jerked upward as she came, and she rocked from side to side as Lauralee stared at her contorted face and the mesmerizing pendulums of the swinging balloon tits.
Immediately, Chris stopped hammering his hard meat into her. With a swift and agile movement, he slipped his cockhead down and out of the clinging grip of his wife’s snatch, and sat back upon his heels. As Jessica collapsed softly to one side, Lauralee could see the light glistening upon that reddened and puffy glans, see the golden rays of the bedlamp reflected upon the oily juices of the woman’s pussy that clung like glue there.
“Your turn,” Chris said. “There she is, with her plump legs all spread out. My wife’s pussy is all heated up for you baby, so just crawl around her and go to it. Point your sweet, lovely ass up at me and spread your thighs, so I can screw you like I just stuck it to her. My cock is all greasy with her juice, and it’ll slip right up into your tight hole.”
Lauralee moved to do his bidding, her heart thudding and her own snatch becoming flooded in her excitement. She kneeled between the pale, ripe legs and ran her hands up and down the rounded calves as she gazed raptly down into the inflamed cunt lips surrounded by so much deep, curly red hair. Jessica’s labia had turned scarlet, and they were dripping. Lauralee caressed the lavish thighs, and angled her body down so that her buttocks would be presented to the man who waited impatiently behind her, his gorged prick in one hand, his hairy balls filled with new semen.
She was about to go down on a woman’s mature pussy, while that woman’s husband fucked her from behind. She had learned to love a vagina through the teachings of Jessica’s daughter, and now she was on the verge of making the full round of the family — man and wife and child.
Trembling, Lauralee bent down and kissed the silken belly, working the end of her tongue into the dimpled navel. Jessica twitched, and the padded nest of her mound moved back and forth. Lauralee licked into the outer fringes of humid pubic hair, feeling its stiff coils against her lips and tickling her tongue.
She burrowed through the matted hair and into the jelly-dripping pussy lips, tasting an exotic flavor there, an odd muskiness that thrilled her. Lauralee covered the pulsing snatch with her mouth, and at that moment Chris poised the soapy head of his distended prick against her vulva, felling upward for the torrid slit that was yearning for him. As she drove her tongue between the softness of the elastic lips, Chris drove his knob into Lauralee’s labia, and both reached as far as they could into hot, soupy cunts. They were joined, deliciously interlocked, flesh within flesh within flesh.
While Chris poled his hard meat into her filled pussy, Lauralee muzzled deeper into the rippling snatch she was exploring with her teeth and tongue. When she had probed the sheath as far as she could, and tickled its buttery velvet walls, she withdrew her tongue and sucked in. The rubbery labia came into her mouth, and Lauralee toothed it gently, drawing a warm rivulet of juice down her throat and swallowing it gleefully.
There was the fresh, unknown clit, leaping to greet her drilling tongue, parting the folds of its tender hood. The size of that intense organ surprised Lauralee; it was constructed like a little cock, but much, much bigger that her own, and a giant compared to Bettina’s tiny nubbin. By pressing down into the upper labia, she was able to get the vibrating growth between her teeth, and held it there while she tortured it with her lashing tongue.
Behind her, Chris panted as he thrust heavily into her own seething hole. “Baby — oh, baby — you’re so hot and juicy that your sweet cunt is overflowing and wetting my balls! Ahh — you’re tight, though, and my big cock is making those pussy lips stretch like rubber bands — grind it, Lauralee — shove that ass up to me!”
She gave it to him, seesawing her rear and wheeling her avid vagina upon his thrusting club, but she continued to worry the pulsating clitoris held captive by her teeth. Jessica’s pelvis spasmed and the ripe thighs jerked uncontrollably. The woman shrieked softly and pounded the mattress with her hands as she crested upon a roaring tidal wave of ecstasy.
Holding her breath, Lauralee convulsed in her own orgasm, and felt the jetting cascade of Chris’ semen blasting into her pussy.
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