Physically they were quite different, Lauralee thought; inside, they were the same, the identical operations of their passionate natures at odds with their bodies. But those bodies complemented each other — Jessica’s plump and ripely rounded, very lush and generously developed, her large, heavy breasts a comfort for any man, and those lavish thighs a welcome. Lauralee looked down and checked out her own physical qualifications: she had always thought she was a bit too long and lean, but admitted there was a certain grace about her willowy frame, that her legs were beguilingly long and supple.
Variety seemed to attract men, she thought, and there was plenty of it in this room now. Little Bettina was so tiny and childlike, a superbly modelled young girl constructed like a miniature Venus. One tall and sleek, one warm luxuriantly fleshed, and a girl who was the epitome of anyone’s sensuous daughter; the men had to be content with what they had, because the choice was pretty special.
“It’s kind of weird,” Jessica sighed, crossing her mellow legs and propping one elbow upon the bar top as she toyed with her drink. “I as always somewhat of a loner, until we all started fucking each other. Now I’d like for us all to be under the same roof, living together all the time. Now wait a second, Lauralee — I know damned well it probably wouldn’t work, because women really need to manage their own homes. But I can dream a little anyhow.”
Lauralee sipped her bourbon and water mixture. “I know how you feel, darling. But it will be fun, visiting back and forth. I’d like to be fucked in your bed, by your husband, and you there with us.”
“What about YOUR husband?” Jessica asked.
Glancing away and over at the couch where Chris Hartmann sat beside his lovely daughter, where Robbie pressed his thigh against the girl’s from the other side, Lauralee said, “I only have an address for Marshall; we haven’t been in touch for years. He sends the monthly checks, and sometimes makes arrangements to take Robbie on a short vacation somewhere, but that’s all. I don’t even know if he’s remarried. But I have to admit that I’ve been thinking about him lately, wondering how it would have been between us, if I had been as passionate as I am now, if he had been a little more thoughtful and patient. But I guess it’s all done.”
Jessica rattled ice in her glass. “Too bad; we could have used another attractive man. Not that I’m dissatisfied with the screwing I’m getting from Robbie and Chris, but there are times when all us gals could have a prick where it would do us the most good, one on one — if we had another horny, understanding guy to ball with us.”
On the couch, both men were caressing the slender body of the naked girl, cupping her small, tidy breasts and fondling Bettina’s sleek thighs. The girl had her head back, and her arms relaxed at her sides, giving up her body to the adoration of her lovers, not participating, but simply accepting their worship. Bettina looked exceptionally beautiful like that, Lauralee thought.
And there was a quiet horniness about the man and boy who were about to make love to her, an ease and caring that showed in their movements. Lauralee watched the slow circles of their hands as they petted the girl’s warm, silken body, seeing them take turns cupping the gorgeous little pussy they had so often shared before.
Now Chris was lowering his head, his red tongue flicking over his daughter’s pertly modelled tit, laving its saucy nipple. Then Robbie joined his father-in-law, his face only inches away from the older man’s as he licked Bettina’s other breast. The girl began to squirm a bit, her trim hips shifting daintily from side to side upon the sofa cushions, the supple, babyish mounds of her ass lifting and falling as she pushed her downy snatch against her daddy’s palm.
“They look so damned wonderful together,” Jessica said, her bare knee brushing against Lauralee’s thigh. “Sometimes I just enjoy sitting and watching like this. The first time I actually SAW my husband putting his cock to our daughter, I came about the same time they did, and without even fingering myself. It was so hot and wild and exciting.”
Lauralee nodded, her eyes fixed upon the trio of lovers. “With me, it was thrilling to see my son fuck his new wife, to watch that hard young prick slide in and out of her adorable little cunt while she wiggled and hunched on it. After Bettina taught me to make love, that first time, she became MY daughter too. I imagine you think of Robbie as your son, too.”
“I pretend,” Jessica answered, “and he calls me Mom when we’re fucking.”
There on the couch Bettina was writhing lasciviously in the caresses of her father and husband. Chris had inserted a finger into the girl’s mini-pussy, and she was humping upon it while both men sucked her tits and fondled her thighs, her hips and the cheeks of her ass. As Lauralee watched, Robbie let go of his wife’s nipple and lifted his mouth higher to kiss her open lips. Now Bettina’s arms moved, and she curled one of them about the boy’s neck as she passionately met his tongue with her own. The other hand worked blindly down to clasp thin fingers around her daddy’s veined and turgid shaft.
Jessica said softly, “There’s not enough room on that couch. They’ll soon be on the floor.”
“What do you say we get down on the carpet, also?” Lauralee asked. “Not to join them, or hassle them in any way — just so we’ll be closer and can see it all.”
“Sure,” the other woman agreed, and took Lauralee’s hand.
Kneeling together, their thighs brushed, and Lauralee felt a quick, new tingle, skittering along her tensing skin. Bettina twisted gently free of the finger that had been embedded within her minute snatch, and moved to the center of the room. One by one her lovers followed, their stiff cocks waving out ahead of their bellies.
Bettina looked like a fairy-tale princess, golden and poised, utterly graceful in her polished nakedness. Even her gestures were imperious as she motioned to the men who were about to fuck her, either together or in turn.
“Daddy, lie down on your back and spread your legs, so your big prick stands up for me,” Bettina commanded. “And Robbie — you like down next to him. It’s my turn now, and I’ll screw you the way I feel.”
Wordlessly the guys obeyed her, and Lauralee stared in wide-eyed fascination as the two pricks rose into the air, her son’s a slim and obviously rigid tool with a small pink bud, the man’s much thicker and heavier, its swollen head dark and throbbing. Both of them had little jewels of wet diamond lubricant glistening at their blunted tips.
Jessica murmured, “I wish that girl had a long line of hard cocks to ride. I’ll bet she could make very one of them come, before she even considered moving on to the next one. Her little cunt is so tight and hot, so juicy, that nay guy who isn’t used to it will go off before he takes more than a few strokes in her.”
Bettina stood with her feet apart as she straddled her father’s supine body. Chris fondled the girl’s slim ankles as he stared up at the pussy he worshipped, that honey-blonde feathering of childlike pubic hair and the glossy labia. She smiled hotly down at her daddy, and lowered her body, crouching as her smooth knees unhinged to drop her astride him.
All eyes were upon the girl as she played her fingertips teasingly over her father’s bulging cockhead, as she skipped them up and down the veining of his thick shaft. Bettina was concentrating upon that turgid prick and closing out everyone else, a junior Goddess about to take the sacrifice due her.
Using both small hands to guide her father’s glowing bulb up into the humid mounding of her girlish pussy, Bettina brought her crotch down, settling her tiny labia against it, rolling her neatly formed ass. Lauralee watched intently as the flanged cockhead pressed up into the pink cunt lips, spreading them and being forced into the slippery gash of the vagina itself. Slowly the thick meat penetrated and Bettina came down farther, until she had the entire club jammed into her narrow sheath, until the cheeks of her artistically sculptured ass were nestling against her daddy’s pelvis.
“Sweet, Daddy prick,” she whispered huskily. “Oh, what a nice Daddy prick — so hard and thick, so long. My little pussy has to stretch itself around your cock, Daddy darling. I love it so much.”
“Baby,” Chris said, “oh baby…”
Lauralee watched the girl rock tenderly upon the man’s submerged shaft, and admired the deft suppleness of the slim body grinding so voluptuously. Robbie was eyeing them also, she noticed, the boy’s face proud and his eyes shining. Lauralee put out her left hand and felt down into the lushness of Jessica’s thighs to cup the luxuriously haired mound. In a moment, the other woman’s hand came straying over to fondle Lauralee’s vulva.
A few feet away Bettina gyrated faster upon her father’s hard meat, panting and trembling. Lauralee saw that the girl meant to have him come, that she wouldn’t leave his cock until it had spurted her tight little glove full of his sticky juices.
Jessica said, “She’s fucking him all the way, this time. She wants Robbie to have a slippery cunt to screw; Robbie likes to get into a pussy that’s just been flooded with come.”
Bettina pumped harder, whipping her dainty ass back and forth, her hands flat against her father’s heaving belly while the man clung to her opened thighs. “Come in me,” she insisted. “Come inside my little cunt, Daddy — ahh, yes, yes! I can feel your cockhead jumping around — oohh! Here it is, Daddy — here it comes, all your beautiful semen spitting up into my cunt!”
Chris’ sack leaped and tightened itself to send a hissing stream of his vital fluids leaping high into his daughter’s spasming womb. Lauralee saw the wrinkled bag folding in upon itself and envied the child who was receiving that milky fountain of semen. She felt along Jessica’s labia, and slid one finger into the rich, hairy lips. Jessica responded in kind, working into Lauralee’s clenching hole and pressing upward against the aroused clitoris.
The girl quivered in the rippling throes of her own climax, stiffening out as she came, her head thrown back and her tiny teeth biting down upon her lower lip. But Bettina didn’t remain upon her father’s prick for more than a second or two thereafter, twisting her delicate ass as she lifted it, so that Chris’ dribbling cockhead was snapped out into the air. Curiously, Lauralee watched the slow purling of the man’s creamy fluid as it dripped down his pulsing rod.
“Here, baby,” Bettina said, moving over to straddle her young husband. “Here’s my pussy just the way you like it, darling — all gluey with my daddy’s come.”
Maneuvering her finger gently inside Jessica’s snatch, Lauralee eyed the new coupling as Bettina crammed the other cockhead up into her fiery little box and wriggled down upon its stiffness.
“Fuck me, Robbie!” the girl hissed. “Fuck me just like my daddy did. Ahh, baby — feed that nice hard cock up into my greasy cunt and pump me, screw me unit you shoot off and mix your come with his.”
“Hot and soupy,” the boy panted. “Like I’m fucking a jar full of boiling oysters — lay it to me, Bettina. See if you can fuck my prick off at the roots.”
Lauralee began to squirm upon the knowledgeable finger buried within her pussy, the feminine finger that was so deftly screwed and wisely diddling her clit. They leaned together, she and Jessica, finger-fucking each other while they stared at their children making it so wonderfully together.
Chris moved then, cupping one of his big hands over the churning cheeks of his daughter’s trim ass, helping her to shove down harder with every stroke. And with each corkscrewing thrust she made Robbie’s testicles bounced upward in a wetly sensuous rhythm.
Jessica head turned her head and was now wiggling her hot, wet tongue into Lauralee’s ear, sending wildly exulting thrills spearing through her body. Hunching upon the woman’s tickling finger, Lauralee worked her own finger deeper, twirling it against the swollen clit and feeling Jessica plunge madly at the tantalizing stimulation.
“Sweet little bitch,” Robbie gasped. “Gorgeous little daddy-fucking bitch — you’re chewing on my prick, grabbing it with your pussy muscles — ahhh, baby — baby — uh-uh-UHH!”
Her son was coming; his marvelous young shaft was flexing to send his semen boiling out of the cockhead trapped by slippery velvet, cascading upward to mix his come with that deposited there by his bride’s horny father. And Bettina — spectacularly passionate Bettina was jerking insanely as she crested upon her second orgasm within a matter of a few hectic minutes. Her tapered thighs clenched Robbie, and she jackhammered her steamy crotch violently into his pelvis, reaching down to rake his churning belly with her nails.
Biting her lips, Lauralee felt her own snatch doing tricks upon the finger sliding around within it. She re-doubled her efforts to bring Jessica to a climax, tormenting the outsized clitoris until the other woman’s soapy glove turned into a greedy cauldron, and Jessica shuddered to a gasping completion.
Only then did Lauralee come; she had struggled to hold back the rapture, so she could be a vicarious part of all the other orgasms. She had waited until her son and Bettina had made it, until Jessica and Chris had also reached those ignitable peaks of eroticism. Then she let go and the thunderous frenzy dissolved her very backbone.
Sighing in the tingling backwash, she clamped tightly upon Jessica’s hand, holding it captive between her taut thighs and revelling in the tremulous finger pressure. It was so wonderful, holding the other close and massaging a melon breast, catching the exotic scent of feverishly damp flesh and the rising odors of both their inflamed snatches.
She looked with slightly glazed eyes to see Robbie and the girl glued together in motionless adoration, the man turned upon his side and rubbing his cockhead into the cleft of Bettina’s fragile ass. Chris was the only one moving now; the rest of them were held in loving stasis.
Her voice low and whispery, Jessica said then, “He just can’t help himself. Chris can fuck that girl over and over again, and be just as horny to get into her sweet little box the next time. If I hadn’t made it with Robbie, if I had come up on them while they were fucking, I might have blown it all up. Then they would have run away together; I’m sure of it.”
“But you didn’t do anything so foolish,” Lauralee said, slipping her finger from the oily grip of the woman’s hairy mound. “You were very sensible about it all, and now your husband loves you more that ever. IT was different with me, but I could have very easily been stupid and I don’t know what would have happened. As it is, we’re all together, nobody angry and nobody jealous.”
Jessica withdrew her own finger, and Lauralee’s cunt felt lonely. The woman leaned forward, lifting her rounded knees and pressing her resilient, large tits against them. “I know; I keep reminding myself how fantastic this is, being able to fuck either of them, and making love with my daughter, with you, too.”
Cradling Jessica close, Lauralee kissed her cheek. “We’re all very fortunate people, darling. And it gets better all the time; every new blending is more exciting, more stimulating, so much so that I feel as if I’m going to explode and go whizzing off into far spaces. Even if I do, wouldn’t that be a marvelous way to go?”
“Perfect,” Jessica agreed. “And when the men get their strength back, let’s try and make it happen.”
There was a warm buzz in Lauralee’s head, and she pushed back her glass. Any more whiskey and she’d be smashed. She didn’t want that; she wanted to be able to feel every new sensation, to experience all of them without any numbness of mind or body, to keep just this edge.
All the couch pillows were on the floor now, scattered about the carpet haphazardly, fallen wherever anyone had needed one for support or comfort. Lauralee shook her head, realizing what fanatically neat housekeeper she had once been, and knowing now that it had only been a cover-up for her loneliness, a justification of the uptight morals she had carried upon her back for too damned long.
If Marshall were to walk in, she thought, and grinned lopsidely, he wouldn’t believe it. She’d always been after him to tidy up his messes, harassing the poor guy about beer cans and ashtrays. As if any of that had been important.
Her ex-husband would fall over if he could see the two deliciously naked women on the living room carpet now — the maturely rounded redhead with the big tits and the exceedingly hairy snatch; the tiny girl looking as if she had been lovingly polished from head to foot, every beguiling inch of that childlike body radiantly lovely. Would Marshall get a hard-on? Would he grunt as if he had been kicked in the balls, and run to call the cops?
Lauralee giggled; even her thought patterns had been changed. Hard-on and kicked in the balls hadn’t been in her metaphorical file before.
Chris sat on the stool to her right, sipping a strong highball. On her left was Robbie, finishing off a soft drink. Both their cocks had sagged to limpness after their last furious screwing by Bettina, but Lauralee knew they’d grow again, renewing themselves in eager stiffness. She was more glad than ever that she was a woman, because once her pussy turned juicy, she could just keep on fucking unit she tired herself out. The poor men had to pump so much of their strength out with their ejaculations, and needed time to recover.
Bettina and her mother now — they were stroking each other’s bodies, fondling breasts and sometimes lightly touching fingers into the mossy shapings of their mounds. Bettina didn’t need time to get horny again; the kid stayed turned on, and Jessica was almost as passionate. They looked terrific together, mother and daughter, built differently, both of them highly attractive, but in varied ways. One of them was bubbling over with youthful vitality and the other simmered with mellowed passions.
Chris said then, “My wife is almost as eager as me to get into our kid’s pussy. Some people may think that’s pretty weird, but I like it to happen. I only wish we’d had a couple more daughters.”
Lauralee stirred. “And a son?”
“Yeah,” he answered, “so he could dick the hell out of his mom while I’m screwing his sisters. We could change around more, too. But Robbie here makes up for us not having a boy; he’s our boy, as well as yours. It took guts for him to fuck Jessica that first time.”
Robbie leaned around his mother and grinned at the man. “Not really; just balls. I wanted to see if she was a good lay, and I was hung up on trying some adult type pussy. Jessica was really ready for it, too.”
“Because I was spending all my time sticking the cock to our kid,” Chris said. “It sure as hell got better between me and my wife, after we both found out what the other was doing. Now look at her — loving up Bettina.”
They fell silent then, watching the sensual tableau unfold as the girl and her mother were squirming together, rubbing their crotches hungrily, the nipples of their breasts kissing, then smuggling into the valleys between the soft globes. Lauralee inhaled a deep breath. Such a short time ago, she would have been terribly shocked by even thinking about such a scene, about two women making lesbian love. And it would have been more horrifying to her, knowing that they were mother and daughter.
Now it wasn’t shocking or terrible; it was interesting and exciting, and she was happy for them, applauding their honesty and open desires. Sex ought to start in the family, she though; mothers should teach their sons how to fuck, and fathers should instruct their daughters in screwing. With love and care, the kids would reach adulthood without hang-ups. Then, when the kids married, they could bring their new mates home and introduce them sexually to their parents. Honeymoons would be a hell of a lot more thrilling, she thought.
On the floor, Bettina and Jessica were gracefully, sinuously, moving into the classic position two women use to make love to each other, their heads swinging down, and their legs moving up. Lauralee watched the blonde head and the piquant face slide down the woman’s belly, the girl’s quick red tongue darting over her mother’s translucent skin.
Jessica’s red hair trailed over her child’s upthrust breasts as the woman worked her own damp pathway down a tremulous tummy. Then, with almost a savage intensity, both plunged their mouths into cunts, and wetly arousing sounds rose from between the thighs. They were lying side by side, each of them with a smooth leg lifted and the other leg outstretched.
Lauralee flinched when her son put a warm hand upon her bare shoulders. Robbie said quietly, “Maybe now is the time, Mom; you know — for us to do what you were talking about? Me slipping it into your ass, and Chris putting it to your pussy, making a sandwich out of you.”
Her throat tightened, but she said, “All right. I-I’ll go find some cold cream to grease you with. Give me just a second.”
Quivering with anticipation, Lauralee hurried into their bedroom and found the jar on her dressing table. Whirling, her long legs flashing, she sped back to them and stood uncertainly, the jar of lubrication clenched tightly in one hand. She wondered just how they were going to go about it, what kind of position each of them would have to take. If things became too complicated, perhaps the fun would go out of it.
“Robbie?” she said helplessly, and her son came to take the cold cream jar from her hand.
As the boy smeared the white stuff copiously over the head of his rising prick, he said, “I guess it would work out better if Chris lies down, and you mount him. Then, once his cock is packed into your cunt, you can lean over on him and that’ll open your ass to me. I can squeeze in between both your legs and be careful about how I feed my meat up you. And Mom — if it hurts, just let me know and I’ll back right off, okay?”
Chris came close and ran his hands softly over her taut body. “It’ll be all right, baby. You’ll see. And I’m just as excited about it as you are. It’s something new to me, too.”
She knelt beside the broad and hairy man as he stretched out on the carpet and spread his legs wide. Chri’s thick shaft was lifted powerfully, the heavy, flanged head throbbing and looking bigger than Lauralee remembered. She was just a little afraid that something might happen, that her vagina couldn’t stretch far enough, with added pressure being put upon its delicate sheathing by another cock being shoved into her tube. But she meant to try it; oh yes, she was going to try, in spite of her fears.
Smiling, Chris Hartmann held up his hands to her, and she moved to straddle his body. He pussy was damp, turned oily inside and ready for the acceptance of his knob. She set her wet labia against his cockhead and slid down, gasping with pleasure as the sturdy meat pierced her cunt. There; his prick was firmly embedded within her feverish body, and she ground gently upon it before lying down upon Chris and boring her stiff nipples into the man’s broad chest, scraping their sensitive points across the curly hair there.
“You’re hotter than ever,” Chris said. “This sweet pussy is jumping all over the place and boiling around my prick.”
Lauralee squirmed gently upon the embedded shaft. “I-I’m just so excited,” she answered, and felt the cheeks of her ass flexing wantonly.
And behind her, Robbie began to fondle her hips, stroking his hands down the insides of her thighs, touching the far end of her labia where it was stretched around the heavy root of Chris’ cock. Maybe he touched the man’s meat, too, she thought, and shivered deliciously. Then she knew the slippery caress of her son’s finger as it smeared lubrication into the puckered ring of her asshole.
“Just like before, Mom,” he said. “Take it easy and don’t tighten up. I think we’re going to make it just fine. I’ve got room enough to get to you, and wow — but your beautiful ass sure looks good to me.”
Chris stirred restlessly beneath her heated body. “Hurry up and stick it to your mother, kid. Her cunt is playing games around my meat already.”
Lauralee held herself very still, forcing her muscles to relax so that her anus would remain loose. Nuzzling her face into the side of Chris’ corded throat, she welcomed the initial kiss of her son’s cockhead. The boy was holding her buttocks apart as he steered the rounded tip of his swollen glans, that liberally greased young bud, against he rubbery little opening.
The ring gave imperceptibly, spreading itself very slowly, and Robbie was careful, gentle as he worked the spongy bulb into her body, into that special opening of her tender flesh. She knew the deep, pulsating thrill of it sliding up into a tube that was tighter than ever before because of the pressure from below, the distension of another hard prick buried within her vagina.
An inch of boyish meat was manipulated into her anus, and a little more; expanding slightly and without pain, her hole gave, and Robbie’s cockhead slipped into its tight, slippery grip. Lauralee gasped in sublime shock when the rest of her son’s stiffly throbbing shaft eased full-length into her narrow hose. She felt a new, excitingly strange combination of pressures, a mixture of fullness below and above as the two marvelous pricks practically met within the secret confines of her flesh, separated only by a thin membrane.
“Ahh,” she moaned, “ahh, yes, my darlings, my pair of wonderful lovers, my two beautifully hard pricks — this is fantastic! It’s so-so…” and words failed Lauralee in the sweet and hungry violence of such powerfully unleashed emotion.
Below her, Chris moved experimentally, and when Robbie tried a tentative stroke, their rhythm was jerky, uncertain.
“No,” Lauralee said. “Let me do it all. Just lie still, Chris; and Robbie darling — you keep your cock buried in your mom’s ass, without even wiggling.”
She had to improvise a new motion, a lifting, squirming and slow thrust that caused her flesh to glide back and forth upon both their embedded cocks.
She was slippery within, her pussy filled with lubricating jelly and her ass greased by the cream her son had used so copiously upon his lovely, swollen knob. Every small movement was doubly intensified, and her clitoris began to leap, sending hot thrills darting through her hunching, grinding body.
Chris’ hands were turned palm up, to basket her tits; Robbie held to the cheeks of her ass, to keep himself in balance. As she eased backward, she could feel the joining of their sacks, the young, downy container resting upon the more bulging, hairier scrotum below. There must be a special arousal in that, for both of them, she thought.
It was impossible to heave herself madly around, even though it was what she wanted to do. A sudden twitch too far, and one or the other of those exquisitely shaped pricks would slip from its hotly adoring hole and be lost to her, at least until it was fumbled back into its juicy nest.
So Lauralee fucked carefully, in slow, exceedingly sensuous grindings that barely moved the ballooned glans within her snatch and up her ass. But she was turning them on more and more; the man’s hands trembled upon her breasts, and the boy’s fingers dug into the silken mounding of her buttocks. She could hear the ragged gasping of their breaths, and feel the quick shudders begin to wrack their tensed bodies.
For herself, she had never know such filling, this fabulous packing of her most intimate openings, this dedicated and bewitched love.
Before Lauralee realized what was happening, she came. She crested with a convulsive and honeyed beauty that seemed to spray meteors inside her vagina, sparkling bits of liquid flame that found a secret entrance to her asshole, and seared there, also.
They held to her, stayed hard inside her, but without trying to work themselves. Her mind spinning, Lauralee knew what a strain it must be on them, and struggled to be as lascivious, as devouring, as she possibly could. She used her double entrances in grinding wiggles, with spasmodic humps, feeling their combined balls lurching in echo.
“Uhhh!” her son grunted, and held more tightly to her gently churning ass.
Chris muttered deep in his throat, and the man’s chest lifted with a reflexive raising of his crotch.
They were about to come; they were very close to ejaculating, and Lauralee hurried to help them, to join them in what had to be one of the most glorious sexual explosions of all times. Her clit thrummed, and she caught her breath, holding it when she felt the gush of her son’s semen as it boiled foaming into the snug constriction of her bowels.
A split second later, Chris’‘s cockhead leaped and his entire club seemed to expand as the sizzling fury came roaring up from his testicles to spew like heated starch throughout her vagina.
Lauralee luxuriated in the loving torrents, in the spitting come, rolling her ass, her crotch swinging in wider arcs. And she clawed for her second orgasm, gritting her teeth in the tumult of a majestic coming.
There was an eternity passing then, a motionless, sun-blazed timelessness when their triangle melted one side into the other, and they were not three separate individuals, but a single entity, fused and welded and soldered. Lauralee was dazzled by a thousand upheavals, as if miniature volcanoes were continually erupting inside her flesh, but their lava as only tenderly searing.
Slowly, she became aware that other hands were passing over her skin, soft, feminine hands that were caressing her in wonder. She lifted her head from the hollow of Chris’ throat, and saw the others — Jessica at her right, Bettina at her left side. They stroked her, and fondled the crotches of the men, cupping Robbie’s scrotum, probing a dainty finger where Chris’ meat was joined to the lips of Lauralee’s pussy.
“Oh wow,” the girl said in awe, “you really gave them a fucking. I wish my ass was big enough to take a cock that way.”
And Jessica murmured, “Mine is, and it will. I just wish these guys had more pricks to use on us.”
With care, Robbie started to back out of her anus, and Lauralee felt he son’s weakness, the uncertainty of his legs. She knew he was spent by the force of his orgasm.
She moved back and down, when his meat was gone from her tube, sliding her breasts down the man’s heaving chest until his cockhead left her snatch and instead trailed a sticky glob of semen between their bellies. Lauralee rolled over then, to lie between her son and this passionate husband of another woman, this horny daddy of the girl who was staring at them all.
Lauralee felt bigger than life.
Variety seemed to attract men, she thought, and there was plenty of it in this room now. Little Bettina was so tiny and childlike, a superbly modelled young girl constructed like a miniature Venus. One tall and sleek, one warm luxuriantly fleshed, and a girl who was the epitome of anyone’s sensuous daughter; the men had to be content with what they had, because the choice was pretty special.
“It’s kind of weird,” Jessica sighed, crossing her mellow legs and propping one elbow upon the bar top as she toyed with her drink. “I as always somewhat of a loner, until we all started fucking each other. Now I’d like for us all to be under the same roof, living together all the time. Now wait a second, Lauralee — I know damned well it probably wouldn’t work, because women really need to manage their own homes. But I can dream a little anyhow.”
Lauralee sipped her bourbon and water mixture. “I know how you feel, darling. But it will be fun, visiting back and forth. I’d like to be fucked in your bed, by your husband, and you there with us.”
“What about YOUR husband?” Jessica asked.
Glancing away and over at the couch where Chris Hartmann sat beside his lovely daughter, where Robbie pressed his thigh against the girl’s from the other side, Lauralee said, “I only have an address for Marshall; we haven’t been in touch for years. He sends the monthly checks, and sometimes makes arrangements to take Robbie on a short vacation somewhere, but that’s all. I don’t even know if he’s remarried. But I have to admit that I’ve been thinking about him lately, wondering how it would have been between us, if I had been as passionate as I am now, if he had been a little more thoughtful and patient. But I guess it’s all done.”
Jessica rattled ice in her glass. “Too bad; we could have used another attractive man. Not that I’m dissatisfied with the screwing I’m getting from Robbie and Chris, but there are times when all us gals could have a prick where it would do us the most good, one on one — if we had another horny, understanding guy to ball with us.”
On the couch, both men were caressing the slender body of the naked girl, cupping her small, tidy breasts and fondling Bettina’s sleek thighs. The girl had her head back, and her arms relaxed at her sides, giving up her body to the adoration of her lovers, not participating, but simply accepting their worship. Bettina looked exceptionally beautiful like that, Lauralee thought.
And there was a quiet horniness about the man and boy who were about to make love to her, an ease and caring that showed in their movements. Lauralee watched the slow circles of their hands as they petted the girl’s warm, silken body, seeing them take turns cupping the gorgeous little pussy they had so often shared before.
Now Chris was lowering his head, his red tongue flicking over his daughter’s pertly modelled tit, laving its saucy nipple. Then Robbie joined his father-in-law, his face only inches away from the older man’s as he licked Bettina’s other breast. The girl began to squirm a bit, her trim hips shifting daintily from side to side upon the sofa cushions, the supple, babyish mounds of her ass lifting and falling as she pushed her downy snatch against her daddy’s palm.
“They look so damned wonderful together,” Jessica said, her bare knee brushing against Lauralee’s thigh. “Sometimes I just enjoy sitting and watching like this. The first time I actually SAW my husband putting his cock to our daughter, I came about the same time they did, and without even fingering myself. It was so hot and wild and exciting.”
Lauralee nodded, her eyes fixed upon the trio of lovers. “With me, it was thrilling to see my son fuck his new wife, to watch that hard young prick slide in and out of her adorable little cunt while she wiggled and hunched on it. After Bettina taught me to make love, that first time, she became MY daughter too. I imagine you think of Robbie as your son, too.”
“I pretend,” Jessica answered, “and he calls me Mom when we’re fucking.”
There on the couch Bettina was writhing lasciviously in the caresses of her father and husband. Chris had inserted a finger into the girl’s mini-pussy, and she was humping upon it while both men sucked her tits and fondled her thighs, her hips and the cheeks of her ass. As Lauralee watched, Robbie let go of his wife’s nipple and lifted his mouth higher to kiss her open lips. Now Bettina’s arms moved, and she curled one of them about the boy’s neck as she passionately met his tongue with her own. The other hand worked blindly down to clasp thin fingers around her daddy’s veined and turgid shaft.
Jessica said softly, “There’s not enough room on that couch. They’ll soon be on the floor.”
“What do you say we get down on the carpet, also?” Lauralee asked. “Not to join them, or hassle them in any way — just so we’ll be closer and can see it all.”
“Sure,” the other woman agreed, and took Lauralee’s hand.
Kneeling together, their thighs brushed, and Lauralee felt a quick, new tingle, skittering along her tensing skin. Bettina twisted gently free of the finger that had been embedded within her minute snatch, and moved to the center of the room. One by one her lovers followed, their stiff cocks waving out ahead of their bellies.
Bettina looked like a fairy-tale princess, golden and poised, utterly graceful in her polished nakedness. Even her gestures were imperious as she motioned to the men who were about to fuck her, either together or in turn.
“Daddy, lie down on your back and spread your legs, so your big prick stands up for me,” Bettina commanded. “And Robbie — you like down next to him. It’s my turn now, and I’ll screw you the way I feel.”
Wordlessly the guys obeyed her, and Lauralee stared in wide-eyed fascination as the two pricks rose into the air, her son’s a slim and obviously rigid tool with a small pink bud, the man’s much thicker and heavier, its swollen head dark and throbbing. Both of them had little jewels of wet diamond lubricant glistening at their blunted tips.
Jessica murmured, “I wish that girl had a long line of hard cocks to ride. I’ll bet she could make very one of them come, before she even considered moving on to the next one. Her little cunt is so tight and hot, so juicy, that nay guy who isn’t used to it will go off before he takes more than a few strokes in her.”
Bettina stood with her feet apart as she straddled her father’s supine body. Chris fondled the girl’s slim ankles as he stared up at the pussy he worshipped, that honey-blonde feathering of childlike pubic hair and the glossy labia. She smiled hotly down at her daddy, and lowered her body, crouching as her smooth knees unhinged to drop her astride him.
All eyes were upon the girl as she played her fingertips teasingly over her father’s bulging cockhead, as she skipped them up and down the veining of his thick shaft. Bettina was concentrating upon that turgid prick and closing out everyone else, a junior Goddess about to take the sacrifice due her.
Using both small hands to guide her father’s glowing bulb up into the humid mounding of her girlish pussy, Bettina brought her crotch down, settling her tiny labia against it, rolling her neatly formed ass. Lauralee watched intently as the flanged cockhead pressed up into the pink cunt lips, spreading them and being forced into the slippery gash of the vagina itself. Slowly the thick meat penetrated and Bettina came down farther, until she had the entire club jammed into her narrow sheath, until the cheeks of her artistically sculptured ass were nestling against her daddy’s pelvis.
“Sweet, Daddy prick,” she whispered huskily. “Oh, what a nice Daddy prick — so hard and thick, so long. My little pussy has to stretch itself around your cock, Daddy darling. I love it so much.”
“Baby,” Chris said, “oh baby…”
Lauralee watched the girl rock tenderly upon the man’s submerged shaft, and admired the deft suppleness of the slim body grinding so voluptuously. Robbie was eyeing them also, she noticed, the boy’s face proud and his eyes shining. Lauralee put out her left hand and felt down into the lushness of Jessica’s thighs to cup the luxuriously haired mound. In a moment, the other woman’s hand came straying over to fondle Lauralee’s vulva.
A few feet away Bettina gyrated faster upon her father’s hard meat, panting and trembling. Lauralee saw that the girl meant to have him come, that she wouldn’t leave his cock until it had spurted her tight little glove full of his sticky juices.
Jessica said, “She’s fucking him all the way, this time. She wants Robbie to have a slippery cunt to screw; Robbie likes to get into a pussy that’s just been flooded with come.”
Bettina pumped harder, whipping her dainty ass back and forth, her hands flat against her father’s heaving belly while the man clung to her opened thighs. “Come in me,” she insisted. “Come inside my little cunt, Daddy — ahh, yes, yes! I can feel your cockhead jumping around — oohh! Here it is, Daddy — here it comes, all your beautiful semen spitting up into my cunt!”
Chris’ sack leaped and tightened itself to send a hissing stream of his vital fluids leaping high into his daughter’s spasming womb. Lauralee saw the wrinkled bag folding in upon itself and envied the child who was receiving that milky fountain of semen. She felt along Jessica’s labia, and slid one finger into the rich, hairy lips. Jessica responded in kind, working into Lauralee’s clenching hole and pressing upward against the aroused clitoris.
The girl quivered in the rippling throes of her own climax, stiffening out as she came, her head thrown back and her tiny teeth biting down upon her lower lip. But Bettina didn’t remain upon her father’s prick for more than a second or two thereafter, twisting her delicate ass as she lifted it, so that Chris’ dribbling cockhead was snapped out into the air. Curiously, Lauralee watched the slow purling of the man’s creamy fluid as it dripped down his pulsing rod.
“Here, baby,” Bettina said, moving over to straddle her young husband. “Here’s my pussy just the way you like it, darling — all gluey with my daddy’s come.”
Maneuvering her finger gently inside Jessica’s snatch, Lauralee eyed the new coupling as Bettina crammed the other cockhead up into her fiery little box and wriggled down upon its stiffness.
“Fuck me, Robbie!” the girl hissed. “Fuck me just like my daddy did. Ahh, baby — feed that nice hard cock up into my greasy cunt and pump me, screw me unit you shoot off and mix your come with his.”
“Hot and soupy,” the boy panted. “Like I’m fucking a jar full of boiling oysters — lay it to me, Bettina. See if you can fuck my prick off at the roots.”
Lauralee began to squirm upon the knowledgeable finger buried within her pussy, the feminine finger that was so deftly screwed and wisely diddling her clit. They leaned together, she and Jessica, finger-fucking each other while they stared at their children making it so wonderfully together.
Chris moved then, cupping one of his big hands over the churning cheeks of his daughter’s trim ass, helping her to shove down harder with every stroke. And with each corkscrewing thrust she made Robbie’s testicles bounced upward in a wetly sensuous rhythm.
Jessica head turned her head and was now wiggling her hot, wet tongue into Lauralee’s ear, sending wildly exulting thrills spearing through her body. Hunching upon the woman’s tickling finger, Lauralee worked her own finger deeper, twirling it against the swollen clit and feeling Jessica plunge madly at the tantalizing stimulation.
“Sweet little bitch,” Robbie gasped. “Gorgeous little daddy-fucking bitch — you’re chewing on my prick, grabbing it with your pussy muscles — ahhh, baby — baby — uh-uh-UHH!”
Her son was coming; his marvelous young shaft was flexing to send his semen boiling out of the cockhead trapped by slippery velvet, cascading upward to mix his come with that deposited there by his bride’s horny father. And Bettina — spectacularly passionate Bettina was jerking insanely as she crested upon her second orgasm within a matter of a few hectic minutes. Her tapered thighs clenched Robbie, and she jackhammered her steamy crotch violently into his pelvis, reaching down to rake his churning belly with her nails.
Biting her lips, Lauralee felt her own snatch doing tricks upon the finger sliding around within it. She re-doubled her efforts to bring Jessica to a climax, tormenting the outsized clitoris until the other woman’s soapy glove turned into a greedy cauldron, and Jessica shuddered to a gasping completion.
Only then did Lauralee come; she had struggled to hold back the rapture, so she could be a vicarious part of all the other orgasms. She had waited until her son and Bettina had made it, until Jessica and Chris had also reached those ignitable peaks of eroticism. Then she let go and the thunderous frenzy dissolved her very backbone.
Sighing in the tingling backwash, she clamped tightly upon Jessica’s hand, holding it captive between her taut thighs and revelling in the tremulous finger pressure. It was so wonderful, holding the other close and massaging a melon breast, catching the exotic scent of feverishly damp flesh and the rising odors of both their inflamed snatches.
She looked with slightly glazed eyes to see Robbie and the girl glued together in motionless adoration, the man turned upon his side and rubbing his cockhead into the cleft of Bettina’s fragile ass. Chris was the only one moving now; the rest of them were held in loving stasis.
Her voice low and whispery, Jessica said then, “He just can’t help himself. Chris can fuck that girl over and over again, and be just as horny to get into her sweet little box the next time. If I hadn’t made it with Robbie, if I had come up on them while they were fucking, I might have blown it all up. Then they would have run away together; I’m sure of it.”
“But you didn’t do anything so foolish,” Lauralee said, slipping her finger from the oily grip of the woman’s hairy mound. “You were very sensible about it all, and now your husband loves you more that ever. IT was different with me, but I could have very easily been stupid and I don’t know what would have happened. As it is, we’re all together, nobody angry and nobody jealous.”
Jessica withdrew her own finger, and Lauralee’s cunt felt lonely. The woman leaned forward, lifting her rounded knees and pressing her resilient, large tits against them. “I know; I keep reminding myself how fantastic this is, being able to fuck either of them, and making love with my daughter, with you, too.”
Cradling Jessica close, Lauralee kissed her cheek. “We’re all very fortunate people, darling. And it gets better all the time; every new blending is more exciting, more stimulating, so much so that I feel as if I’m going to explode and go whizzing off into far spaces. Even if I do, wouldn’t that be a marvelous way to go?”
“Perfect,” Jessica agreed. “And when the men get their strength back, let’s try and make it happen.”
There was a warm buzz in Lauralee’s head, and she pushed back her glass. Any more whiskey and she’d be smashed. She didn’t want that; she wanted to be able to feel every new sensation, to experience all of them without any numbness of mind or body, to keep just this edge.
All the couch pillows were on the floor now, scattered about the carpet haphazardly, fallen wherever anyone had needed one for support or comfort. Lauralee shook her head, realizing what fanatically neat housekeeper she had once been, and knowing now that it had only been a cover-up for her loneliness, a justification of the uptight morals she had carried upon her back for too damned long.
If Marshall were to walk in, she thought, and grinned lopsidely, he wouldn’t believe it. She’d always been after him to tidy up his messes, harassing the poor guy about beer cans and ashtrays. As if any of that had been important.
Her ex-husband would fall over if he could see the two deliciously naked women on the living room carpet now — the maturely rounded redhead with the big tits and the exceedingly hairy snatch; the tiny girl looking as if she had been lovingly polished from head to foot, every beguiling inch of that childlike body radiantly lovely. Would Marshall get a hard-on? Would he grunt as if he had been kicked in the balls, and run to call the cops?
Lauralee giggled; even her thought patterns had been changed. Hard-on and kicked in the balls hadn’t been in her metaphorical file before.
Chris sat on the stool to her right, sipping a strong highball. On her left was Robbie, finishing off a soft drink. Both their cocks had sagged to limpness after their last furious screwing by Bettina, but Lauralee knew they’d grow again, renewing themselves in eager stiffness. She was more glad than ever that she was a woman, because once her pussy turned juicy, she could just keep on fucking unit she tired herself out. The poor men had to pump so much of their strength out with their ejaculations, and needed time to recover.
Bettina and her mother now — they were stroking each other’s bodies, fondling breasts and sometimes lightly touching fingers into the mossy shapings of their mounds. Bettina didn’t need time to get horny again; the kid stayed turned on, and Jessica was almost as passionate. They looked terrific together, mother and daughter, built differently, both of them highly attractive, but in varied ways. One of them was bubbling over with youthful vitality and the other simmered with mellowed passions.
Chris said then, “My wife is almost as eager as me to get into our kid’s pussy. Some people may think that’s pretty weird, but I like it to happen. I only wish we’d had a couple more daughters.”
Lauralee stirred. “And a son?”
“Yeah,” he answered, “so he could dick the hell out of his mom while I’m screwing his sisters. We could change around more, too. But Robbie here makes up for us not having a boy; he’s our boy, as well as yours. It took guts for him to fuck Jessica that first time.”
Robbie leaned around his mother and grinned at the man. “Not really; just balls. I wanted to see if she was a good lay, and I was hung up on trying some adult type pussy. Jessica was really ready for it, too.”
“Because I was spending all my time sticking the cock to our kid,” Chris said. “It sure as hell got better between me and my wife, after we both found out what the other was doing. Now look at her — loving up Bettina.”
They fell silent then, watching the sensual tableau unfold as the girl and her mother were squirming together, rubbing their crotches hungrily, the nipples of their breasts kissing, then smuggling into the valleys between the soft globes. Lauralee inhaled a deep breath. Such a short time ago, she would have been terribly shocked by even thinking about such a scene, about two women making lesbian love. And it would have been more horrifying to her, knowing that they were mother and daughter.
Now it wasn’t shocking or terrible; it was interesting and exciting, and she was happy for them, applauding their honesty and open desires. Sex ought to start in the family, she though; mothers should teach their sons how to fuck, and fathers should instruct their daughters in screwing. With love and care, the kids would reach adulthood without hang-ups. Then, when the kids married, they could bring their new mates home and introduce them sexually to their parents. Honeymoons would be a hell of a lot more thrilling, she thought.
On the floor, Bettina and Jessica were gracefully, sinuously, moving into the classic position two women use to make love to each other, their heads swinging down, and their legs moving up. Lauralee watched the blonde head and the piquant face slide down the woman’s belly, the girl’s quick red tongue darting over her mother’s translucent skin.
Jessica’s red hair trailed over her child’s upthrust breasts as the woman worked her own damp pathway down a tremulous tummy. Then, with almost a savage intensity, both plunged their mouths into cunts, and wetly arousing sounds rose from between the thighs. They were lying side by side, each of them with a smooth leg lifted and the other leg outstretched.
Lauralee flinched when her son put a warm hand upon her bare shoulders. Robbie said quietly, “Maybe now is the time, Mom; you know — for us to do what you were talking about? Me slipping it into your ass, and Chris putting it to your pussy, making a sandwich out of you.”
Her throat tightened, but she said, “All right. I-I’ll go find some cold cream to grease you with. Give me just a second.”
Quivering with anticipation, Lauralee hurried into their bedroom and found the jar on her dressing table. Whirling, her long legs flashing, she sped back to them and stood uncertainly, the jar of lubrication clenched tightly in one hand. She wondered just how they were going to go about it, what kind of position each of them would have to take. If things became too complicated, perhaps the fun would go out of it.
“Robbie?” she said helplessly, and her son came to take the cold cream jar from her hand.
As the boy smeared the white stuff copiously over the head of his rising prick, he said, “I guess it would work out better if Chris lies down, and you mount him. Then, once his cock is packed into your cunt, you can lean over on him and that’ll open your ass to me. I can squeeze in between both your legs and be careful about how I feed my meat up you. And Mom — if it hurts, just let me know and I’ll back right off, okay?”
Chris came close and ran his hands softly over her taut body. “It’ll be all right, baby. You’ll see. And I’m just as excited about it as you are. It’s something new to me, too.”
She knelt beside the broad and hairy man as he stretched out on the carpet and spread his legs wide. Chri’s thick shaft was lifted powerfully, the heavy, flanged head throbbing and looking bigger than Lauralee remembered. She was just a little afraid that something might happen, that her vagina couldn’t stretch far enough, with added pressure being put upon its delicate sheathing by another cock being shoved into her tube. But she meant to try it; oh yes, she was going to try, in spite of her fears.
Smiling, Chris Hartmann held up his hands to her, and she moved to straddle his body. He pussy was damp, turned oily inside and ready for the acceptance of his knob. She set her wet labia against his cockhead and slid down, gasping with pleasure as the sturdy meat pierced her cunt. There; his prick was firmly embedded within her feverish body, and she ground gently upon it before lying down upon Chris and boring her stiff nipples into the man’s broad chest, scraping their sensitive points across the curly hair there.
“You’re hotter than ever,” Chris said. “This sweet pussy is jumping all over the place and boiling around my prick.”
Lauralee squirmed gently upon the embedded shaft. “I-I’m just so excited,” she answered, and felt the cheeks of her ass flexing wantonly.
And behind her, Robbie began to fondle her hips, stroking his hands down the insides of her thighs, touching the far end of her labia where it was stretched around the heavy root of Chris’ cock. Maybe he touched the man’s meat, too, she thought, and shivered deliciously. Then she knew the slippery caress of her son’s finger as it smeared lubrication into the puckered ring of her asshole.
“Just like before, Mom,” he said. “Take it easy and don’t tighten up. I think we’re going to make it just fine. I’ve got room enough to get to you, and wow — but your beautiful ass sure looks good to me.”
Chris stirred restlessly beneath her heated body. “Hurry up and stick it to your mother, kid. Her cunt is playing games around my meat already.”
Lauralee held herself very still, forcing her muscles to relax so that her anus would remain loose. Nuzzling her face into the side of Chris’ corded throat, she welcomed the initial kiss of her son’s cockhead. The boy was holding her buttocks apart as he steered the rounded tip of his swollen glans, that liberally greased young bud, against he rubbery little opening.
The ring gave imperceptibly, spreading itself very slowly, and Robbie was careful, gentle as he worked the spongy bulb into her body, into that special opening of her tender flesh. She knew the deep, pulsating thrill of it sliding up into a tube that was tighter than ever before because of the pressure from below, the distension of another hard prick buried within her vagina.
An inch of boyish meat was manipulated into her anus, and a little more; expanding slightly and without pain, her hole gave, and Robbie’s cockhead slipped into its tight, slippery grip. Lauralee gasped in sublime shock when the rest of her son’s stiffly throbbing shaft eased full-length into her narrow hose. She felt a new, excitingly strange combination of pressures, a mixture of fullness below and above as the two marvelous pricks practically met within the secret confines of her flesh, separated only by a thin membrane.
“Ahh,” she moaned, “ahh, yes, my darlings, my pair of wonderful lovers, my two beautifully hard pricks — this is fantastic! It’s so-so…” and words failed Lauralee in the sweet and hungry violence of such powerfully unleashed emotion.
Below her, Chris moved experimentally, and when Robbie tried a tentative stroke, their rhythm was jerky, uncertain.
“No,” Lauralee said. “Let me do it all. Just lie still, Chris; and Robbie darling — you keep your cock buried in your mom’s ass, without even wiggling.”
She had to improvise a new motion, a lifting, squirming and slow thrust that caused her flesh to glide back and forth upon both their embedded cocks.
She was slippery within, her pussy filled with lubricating jelly and her ass greased by the cream her son had used so copiously upon his lovely, swollen knob. Every small movement was doubly intensified, and her clitoris began to leap, sending hot thrills darting through her hunching, grinding body.
Chris’ hands were turned palm up, to basket her tits; Robbie held to the cheeks of her ass, to keep himself in balance. As she eased backward, she could feel the joining of their sacks, the young, downy container resting upon the more bulging, hairier scrotum below. There must be a special arousal in that, for both of them, she thought.
It was impossible to heave herself madly around, even though it was what she wanted to do. A sudden twitch too far, and one or the other of those exquisitely shaped pricks would slip from its hotly adoring hole and be lost to her, at least until it was fumbled back into its juicy nest.
So Lauralee fucked carefully, in slow, exceedingly sensuous grindings that barely moved the ballooned glans within her snatch and up her ass. But she was turning them on more and more; the man’s hands trembled upon her breasts, and the boy’s fingers dug into the silken mounding of her buttocks. She could hear the ragged gasping of their breaths, and feel the quick shudders begin to wrack their tensed bodies.
For herself, she had never know such filling, this fabulous packing of her most intimate openings, this dedicated and bewitched love.
Before Lauralee realized what was happening, she came. She crested with a convulsive and honeyed beauty that seemed to spray meteors inside her vagina, sparkling bits of liquid flame that found a secret entrance to her asshole, and seared there, also.
They held to her, stayed hard inside her, but without trying to work themselves. Her mind spinning, Lauralee knew what a strain it must be on them, and struggled to be as lascivious, as devouring, as she possibly could. She used her double entrances in grinding wiggles, with spasmodic humps, feeling their combined balls lurching in echo.
“Uhhh!” her son grunted, and held more tightly to her gently churning ass.
Chris muttered deep in his throat, and the man’s chest lifted with a reflexive raising of his crotch.
They were about to come; they were very close to ejaculating, and Lauralee hurried to help them, to join them in what had to be one of the most glorious sexual explosions of all times. Her clit thrummed, and she caught her breath, holding it when she felt the gush of her son’s semen as it boiled foaming into the snug constriction of her bowels.
A split second later, Chris’‘s cockhead leaped and his entire club seemed to expand as the sizzling fury came roaring up from his testicles to spew like heated starch throughout her vagina.
Lauralee luxuriated in the loving torrents, in the spitting come, rolling her ass, her crotch swinging in wider arcs. And she clawed for her second orgasm, gritting her teeth in the tumult of a majestic coming.
There was an eternity passing then, a motionless, sun-blazed timelessness when their triangle melted one side into the other, and they were not three separate individuals, but a single entity, fused and welded and soldered. Lauralee was dazzled by a thousand upheavals, as if miniature volcanoes were continually erupting inside her flesh, but their lava as only tenderly searing.
Slowly, she became aware that other hands were passing over her skin, soft, feminine hands that were caressing her in wonder. She lifted her head from the hollow of Chris’ throat, and saw the others — Jessica at her right, Bettina at her left side. They stroked her, and fondled the crotches of the men, cupping Robbie’s scrotum, probing a dainty finger where Chris’ meat was joined to the lips of Lauralee’s pussy.
“Oh wow,” the girl said in awe, “you really gave them a fucking. I wish my ass was big enough to take a cock that way.”
And Jessica murmured, “Mine is, and it will. I just wish these guys had more pricks to use on us.”
With care, Robbie started to back out of her anus, and Lauralee felt he son’s weakness, the uncertainty of his legs. She knew he was spent by the force of his orgasm.
She moved back and down, when his meat was gone from her tube, sliding her breasts down the man’s heaving chest until his cockhead left her snatch and instead trailed a sticky glob of semen between their bellies. Lauralee rolled over then, to lie between her son and this passionate husband of another woman, this horny daddy of the girl who was staring at them all.
Lauralee felt bigger than life.
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