They were gone — Chris and Jessica returning to their home, and taking their daughter with them temporarily, so Bettina could gather up her things. Of course she was going to move in with Lauralee and Robbie, but there would be much staying over at each family’s home, for days and nights at a time, Lauralee knew.
In fact, the other couple would return before long; there were certain arrangements they had to make locking up their house, making business calls and the like. Lauralee was glad of some time for herself, for the chance to get things cleaned up and meals planned. And, she was happy to have an hour or so alone with her son.
He was in the shower now, using her bathroom instead of the other one, wanting to stay near her and share the things that had been her private domain, and Lauralee was glad for that. She knew a certain lassitude in her limbs, a good kind of tiredness that felt warm within her belly.
The kitchen was clean and the living room tidy, although not with the fantastic, dustproof cleanliness that had driven her before. Her own body had been freshened, her hair washed and fluffed with the dryer, and she lay relaxed upon her king-size bed clad in a pale pink negligee that caressed her skin with beguilingly sensuous draperies. Looking up at the ceiling, Lauralee smiled to herself. She felt so — so worldly now, experienced and adept at anything sexual, sure of her sensuous appeal and the power of her freed body.
But despite all her newfound confidence, Lauralee found herself thinking of her husband. It was strange that Marshall should come so often to her mind, that the memory of him and the unhappy times they shared would occupy so much of her thoughts. Sex had never been good with him, never exciting and stimulating only a distasteful duty to be suffered.
Even now it might be no different, she realized. Liberated as she was, there could still be a barrier of habit and dislike between them that no amount of habit and dislike between them that no amount of frenzy and pumped-up desire could eliminate. But — and Lauralee turned restlessly upon the bed — but something kept nagging at the back of her mind, an insistence that she had been at fault all throughout the marriage, and that Marshall at least deserved a chance.
Would he pay any attention to a call from her? She wasn’t even sure the phone number she had was still good. Then what would she say to this man she hadn’t seen for so long — Marshall, darling, please hurry on over, because I want to see if we can really fuck the way we should have been fucking, from our wedding night on?
Her eyes opened as her son, THEIR son, came glowing from the shower, walking slim and proud in his arrogant sensuality, his beautiful penis swinging softly between slender thighs. It was shrivelled now, but Lauralee knew that a mere touch could bring that glorious young meat springing erect again.
Inside her head, she addressed her husband again: you see, Marshall, I’ve learned how to screw by balling our son. Oh yes; I’ve fucked him in every way possible, and what do you think of that?
“Mom,” Robbie said, sitting naked upon the side of the bed, “you look terrific, all sultry and kind of smooth. You also look thoughtful. Not worried about anything, are you?”
Lauralee put one hand lightly upon her son’s bare thigh. “Darling, you don’t know exactly where your father is, do you?”
He glanced away. “Yeah, I do. I-I’ve been keeping in touch with him. Dad is still in town, and before you ask — he hasn’t married again.”
She stroked his thigh, her fingertips barely touching the marvelous softness of his pubic hair, so brown and curly. “How’d you know I was going to ask you that?”
Robbie turned slightly toward her. “I guess we’ve both been thinking about him a lot — and maybe worrying a little bit.”
“Because of you and me,” Lauralee said, and now her fingers wondered over the yielding softness of her son’s flaccid prick. When he was so close, she couldn’t help touching him there, could not resist fondling the adorable boyish cock that meant so very much to her. “I know, dear. It all depends upon how he takes it, learning about our fucking. But he can’t really complain, since I’m not his wife anymore.”
His shaft began to stretch, lengthening and growing rounder, the lovely dark pink head spreading like a meaty blossom. Robbie said, “I guess you want him back with us, as much as I do. So we’re just going to have to take the chance that Dad won’t freak out about his kid fucking his wife — his ex-wife.”
Lauralee caressed the expanding meat, realizing that she would never get enough of its sweet hardness and eager beauty, that screwing her own son meant more to her than fucking anyone else, in whatever wildly stimulating combination. If Marshall couldn’t accept that fact, then her former husband would have to return to the limbo where their divorce had relegated him. And that would be too bad; she was really interested in him now.
As she had always been, she admitted. There had been something every good between them, at the beginning, before sex had turned them against each other. Marshall had tried so hard, but perhaps he had also been uptight in his own way, too brutish and demanding for the frightened girl she had been then. For years now, Lauralee had accepted his going, even though she had been so damned lonely. So, if Marshall Jergens was shown how much she had changed, and given the opportunity was shown how much she had changed, and given the opportunity to taste her new, fiery flavors, and STILL turned them down because of his shock or disgust, then the fault would no longer be hers. She would never stop fucking Robbie — never.
“All right, baby,” she murmured. “You can contact your father. But later; after you and I have had ourselves a long, easy fuck, just the two of us.”
Tilting her head, Lauralee rubbed her cheek into the boy’s crotch, feeling his pubic hair against her face, knowing the rigid erectness of his enticing shaft that seemed to be covered with the smoothest velvet. Unfurling her tongue, she drew it around the stem of Robbie’s cock, then worked it lingeringly upward along the veined staff, finally to bathe the throbbing cockhead.
Just before closing her lips over the pulsing knob, she whispered, “Oh, how I love your prick, darling. It’s the sweetest, loveliest cock in the entire world.”
Stroking her hair, he murmured down to her: “And I dig having you eat it, Mom. But please don’t make me come. Just roll my cockhead around in your hot mouth for a little while. I don’t want to blow off down your throat right now. I’d rather fuck you, get back into your deep, rich pussy.”
So Lauralee only curled her tongue a few times around that succulent bulb, only dipped her inner cheeks around it a bit, and drew it back to the satin cupping of her throat. Then she reluctantly let it go.
Urging her over onto her back, Robbie ran his hands warmly over her taut body, reassuring himself that her breasts were as firm and upthrusting as he’d learned them earlier, re-exploring the thick hair of her mound and gently touching the soft cunt lips that quivered beneath the mossy covering. He fondled the marble columns of her lean thighs, and passed one fingertip tenderly over the flinching knot of her anus.
She was rocking, palpitating, as eager as if this wonderful boy had never touched her before, as if this was the very first time she would know the hard, hungry thrusting of his young prick. Lauralee’s pussy was wetting itself, getting ready for the meaty insertion, turning slippery and hot inside. He son groaned, and was suddenly between her spread thighs, hurrying the shove of his glans.
The exquisite cockhead popped into her cunt lips, popped on through the outer and inner labia to reach with a single, strong thrust up into the oiled sheath of her vagina. His hard prick nestled there within his mother’s loving pussy, and Lauralee clenched it, nudging the tip of the knob witht he spongy shaping of her womb, feeling her pelvis tight against his, feeling the pliable sack of his testicles covering the cleft of her uplifted ass.
Slow and easy she thought ecstatically, gently and with wonder, and Lauralee rode that magnificently stiff meat with grinding twists that were hesitant and tender. “It-it’s always fabulous,” she panted. “Always the very best, my darling — my beautiful, stiff-cocked son. Fuck me lovingly, Robbie — fuck your mother deep and slow.”
“Oh Mom, Mom — your pussy is the hottest, the richest — it’s so juicy and wiggly, and the way your roll it around on my prick drives me crazy. Oh wow, wow! Daddy never had it this good from you, or he’d never have left us. You lay this crazy cunt on him just the way you’re screwing me, and he’ll never split again.”
In a spreading, glowing rapture, she squirmed upon the deeply pistoning length of her boy’s slender rod, and found herself thinking how Marshall’s bigger, thicker shaft would feel inside her snatch. With a flash of insight she also realized how much Robbie wanted his mother and father to make it, how he craved to pump his hard cock into the same blazing cunt his daddy was fucking. It would make their screwing even better for the boy — and probably for her, also. Wrapping her long, supple legs around the small of his back, Lauralee picked up the beat of their screwing.
“Then pound your cock to me, baby!” she commanded. “Come in your mommy’s pussy and go get your father. You can fuck me right after he does; you can slide your prick in on top of the big puddle of come your daddy will pump into my cunt, and mix your semen with his. That’s what you really want, isn’t it darling? You want to fuck the same pussy, to show your daddy that I love your cock as much as his.”
“Y-yes!” Robbie grunted, slamming his rigid meat home now with savage strokes. “Oh yes, Mom! I want us both to fuck you and eat you, and you to go down on both our dripping pricks. I want to shove it up your tight ass while Daddy gets it into your cunt, the way we balled with Chris — uuhh! Mother — Mommy — you hot-assed bitch, you beautiful, horny cunt — her it COMES!”
His ejaculation geysered high into the shivering glove of her flexing vagina, the bubbling juice flying about her vaginal walls and inundating her cervix with greasy little oyster. Lauralee shuddered in her own frantic completion, her cunt seething and her crotch turned into a greedy basket of hair and flesh and fluid.
They gasped together, and her lean legs passed slowly down along her son’s tensed thighs. For a long, throbbing moment, she cuddled him, crushing her aching tits against his hairless chest and running her hot tongue into the boy’s ear. Forcing herself then, Lauralee struggled away from him, using the recently learned flip of her pelvis that snapped his dripping cockhead from the steamy confines of her flooded box.
Robbie rolled off her trembling body, and came wobbling to his knees. She stared at her greatest lover and tried to get herself together, to send him on the errand that would make a big change in their lives, one way or another. The change might not be for the better.
But the boy moved crab-like up the bed and took her head in his hands, poking the leaking head of his prick at her face. “Suck it off,” he said softly, “clean off my prick with your tongue, because I know you want to.”
She did want to; Lauralee always hated to see a single precious drop of that enchanted fluid go to waste outside her body. Greedily, she wrapped her mouth around that oozing knob and sucked avidly upon it, draining the final vestiges of semen from it’s hidden little tube.
Sighing then, he sank back and swung his legs off the bed. Looking back over his shoulder at her, Robbie said, “I’ll take the car and see if I can talk him into coming back with me, even if I have to lie like hell to him. How are you going to handle him, Mom?”
Lauralee shook her head. “I just don’t know; not yet. When I see him, I’ll just have to sort of play it by ear. He might not want me, and I’m not certain about how to prepare him about us, about you and me and Bettina; and the others, too. I was a virgin until I married your father, and you were the first other man I ever fucked. He — well; something will happen.”
Nodding, the boy stood up. “I’ll warn off the others, for a little while; then I have an idea for Daddy.”
Moving swiftly, he scooped up jeans and teeshirt and was gone from her room, from the bedroom she had shared with his father only, before she started fucking other men and women. Lauralee lay there until she heard the car motor in the driveway, then made herself up and go into the bathroom.
Her hands shook as she did unnecessary thing to her hair, as she touched her armpits and the valley between her breasts with fresh perfume. She felt uneasy and excited, as she once had felt when readying herself for a date with her major boyfriend — the man she’d married. Would Marshall have put on weight, had his hair thinned a little? More important, what would he think of her?
Other men could be maddened by her pliant, amorous body; women were also turned on by her high, nicely firm breasts and sleek legs; both sexes adored the fluid surgings of her luxurious pussy and the things she had learned to do with her mouth and tongue. But just knowing that she had succumbed to being fucked by Robbie and Chris, that she had shared her love with Bettina and Jessica, might very well turn Marshall off, for keeps.
Lauralee sighed and smoothed the semi-transparent hangings of her negligee. If it did, then she had lost no more than was already missing from her life, and she could mark ‘closed’ the file of her marriage forever. After a final check of her face in the mirror, she slid her feet into furry scuffs and went into the living room, deciding against donning a robe. Marshall might just as well get a good look at her as she truly was, a woman unashamed of her own body and reasonably sure of its powers.
She fretted through a cup of coffee that cloyed the top of her mouth, rinsed the cup and put it away. Then Lauralee said the hell with it and poured herself a drink. Out at parties with her husband, she had managed to nurse a weak drink most of the evening, and only took two, at most. Now she didn’t mind a jolt or three, to loosen things up; another surprise for Marshall.
Oh Lord, she thought; what a miserable, uptight woman she had been, clicking off all her little pat answers as to what was right and what was grievously wrong, and never imagining that she could be mistaken in anything. It was a wonder that Marshall put up with her for so long. He must have loved her.
Lauralee had another drink, sipping it slower this time, and wandered about the room, at last slipping one of Robbie’s soft rock tapes into the deck. The primitive beat echoed a throbbing within her body, and she felt an anticipatory tingling, the rising of her nipples against the delicate, whispery material of her gown.
Marshall wouldn’t refuse her; she would damned well see to that much. She would show him what a tempestuous, volatile woman she had become, demonstrate all her newly acquired skills in ways he couldn’t resist. Then, after she had fucked him down to a limp nub, after she had drained the semen from his balls in the furious wildness she was now capable of, then if he was able to walk out on her he didn’t deserve all she could give him, and the hell with him.
Swaying to the music, rocking her svelte hips from side to side, Lauralee dampened her lush lips with a pink tongue and waited.
When she heard a rattle at the front door Lauralee flinched and quickly finished her drink. A pulse hammered in her throat and she felt her tummy jumping. With an effort, she made herself be calm, even though she knew she didn’t have any idea what she was going to say to Marshall. Maybe he hadn’t been home; maybe Robbie couldn’t find him.
But suddenly there he was, standing uncertainly in the entrance to the living room where he’d once watched ball games on TV and napped after a hard day. Lauralee’s breath hung in her throat; he hadn’t changed at all. He was still tall and wide at the shoulders, and Marshall hadn’t put on a belly, didn’t seem an ounce beyond his usual two hundred pounds. His hair was still light brown and unruly, and his hazel eyes were nervous.
Why, she thought, he’s as scared as I am, and stood up to move undulating toward him, holding out her hand. “Hello, Marshall. It’s so good to see you.”
Behind his father, Robbie murmured about having to go down the street. He winked at her before slipping away to leave them alone, and there was a world of meaning in the gesture.
“Lauralee,” Marshall said in his deep voice. “I didn’t expect — and when Robbie said you insisted on seeing me…”
Warm and strong, his hand closed over her own, and Lauralee clung to it. “I wanted you to see ME,” she said. “I’ve changed, Marshall.”
His eyes swept over her long body, taking in the diapbanous negligee and the way it clung to the molding of her breasts, how it snuggled to her hips and dipped in beguilingly at her crotch.
“Yeah,” he said. “You look different, somehow.”
She led him to the bar and brushed her hip against his thigh when she went around to pour him a drink. “Do I look sexy?”
He nodded, then frowned. “But you always did. It was like icing on a cake, but empty inside; no goodies beyond the froth.”
Lauralee leaned over the bar top and the gown fell apart to give him a good look at her breasts. “I didn’t know, Marshall. Now I do. Here’s to knowing.”
Drinking hurriedly, he said, “I don’t know what the hell this is all about, why you’re coming on like this, and…”
She tossed down her own bourbon and slid back around the bar. Whipping off the filmy negligee, she stood with her legs apart and her arms out from her sides. “This,” she said throatily. “This is what it’s all about, Marshall — me. You AND me. Look at me; I’m aching for you; my nipples are so stiff they hurt, and my pussy is wiggling inside. I want to fuck you, Marshall — right now.”
Stunned, he could only stare in disbelief at her transition, at the words she used, at the nakedness she had always kept hidden from him before. Lauralee moved to him and picked up his hands to cup them against her tits, holding them in place while her belly rolled suggestively and her mouth reached for his.
She pried apart his lips with her tongue, and ran it far into his mouth, sliding it over his own and clashing her teeth against his, mixing her excited breath with his gasp of shock. His hands tightened upon her breasts, and Lauralee ground her hairy snatch into him with savage, hungry arcs.
Hotly searing flames leaped within her, and she tugged at the man, yanked him from the barstool and dragged him to the center of the room, her hands ripping at his slacks. Marshall couldn’t get himself together, but when she pushed him to the carpet and stripped away his pants, his shorts, her ex-husband’s prick leaped out strong and thick, the rosy head glowing and blue veins bulging along the swollen staff.
“It’s a perfectly beautiful cock,” she breathed. “I never knew how lovely it was, how powerful and big.”
“L-lauralee…”
She didn’t even let him get his shirt off. Fiercely, she pried his legs apart and kneeled between his hairy thighs to bite his belly. Marshall twisted in surprise, and she took a good grip upon the base of his rigid shaft, plunging her mouth over the distended cockhead, sucking it along her flicking, coiling tongue, pulling it back to caress the velvet chalice of her throat.
Lavishly, she fondled that pulsing knob, bobbing her head up and down in a steady, lascivious rhythm. She felt this new-old prick responding, this wonderful hard meat she had never before tasted. For a shivering moment, Lauralee considered blowing him all the way, eager to know the spurting cascade of his semen in her throat. But she wanted to be screwed more. There would be time later to give Marshall all the hotly siphoning head he might crave. Lifting her mouth from around his slippery rod, she crawled astride his body, coming up on her knees and clinging to his pole.
“Now,” she panted, “now I’m going to show you how I can fuck, baby. I’m guiding this big, sweet cockhead up into my cunt lips, into these hot lips that are wet and slidy for it.”
Pushing the bulb into her labia, Lauralee gyrated sensuously, forcing her weight down upon it and knowing the sensation of the sponge-hard glans moving into her opening. It was familiar in shape and texture, but different now, strange and exciting because she wanted it, WANTED it.
“So hard,” she moaned, “so good, baby.” His upright cock slipped on up into the greasy clenching of her aroused vagina, and the satin glove caressed it, drew it full length, until her crotch came down upon his pelvis and it was buried to the stem.
Rotating her ass, churning her belly, Lauralee whirled upon the embedded meat, forcing the ballooned knob around inside her pussy, grinding the thick trunk against her inflamed clitoris and pumping, pumping. Marshall was gasping, and his hands fumbled out to find and hold onto the swinging cheeks of her trim ass. He was thrusting back, lifting it up into her, meeting her driving strokes with his own and being screwed as she had never laid it to him before in all their married life.
But before he could get too turned on, she pulled at his hips and made him roll over on top of her. Now, she thought dizzily, now it feels deeper and longer, and it’s possible to get legs around him. Long and sleek, smooth and lean, her legs made a net over his heaving body, and Lauralee tilted them up as she went back upon her shoulders.
“Fuck me, fuck!” she chanted, trying to squeeze him ever deeper into the seething cauldron of her snatch. “Jam that meat hard into my pussy, darling — harder — harder! Ah, that’s the way!”
Seesawing up and down, swivelling her hips and banging her greedy pelvis into his, Lauralee screwed her lover furiously, demandingly, wringing her juicy snatch around his pistoning club and humping him with animal hunger.
“Lauralee!” he grunted. “Oh baby — never before — ahh, I can’t hold it back — your pussy is too hot and slippery, too damned good — all soft and gripping — uh-uh-uh! Coming, baby — I’m coming!!”
“Squirt your hot come into me!” she hissed, raking her clawed fingers into the cheeks of his ass and biting into the base of his throat. “I want to feel your semen, lover — oohh! Yes, yes, that’s it — all bubbling and frothy, all thick and creamy — ooh! You’re doing it, darling; you’re pumping me full of your wonderful come and making me come, TOOO!”
His cockhead continued to flex convulsively as spate after spate of boiling liquid rinsed down her twitching vaginal walls and drenched her womb. Lauralee could feel his balls leaping into the cleft of her ass and hear his breath sobbing, feel his chest lurching. His ecstasy was her own, and she squirmed wantonly, voluptuously upon his spitting prick.
When Marshall sagged, all his power momentarily gone from his body and his cock stilled while the syrupy milk bathed it inside her caressing snatch, she cradled him in her arms and crooned wordless love sounds into his ear, punctuating them with dartings of her tongue.
An eternity later, Marshall sighed and said, “Oh damn; that was the finest piece of ass I ever had. It was something I always wanted from you, Lauralee — that fire and fury, to go with your gorgeous body. But I never thought it would happen, baby. What — how the HELL did you manage to change so damned quick, and so completely?”
Lauralee hesitated, grinding slowly upon his still-hard shaft, relishing the greasy, slippery feel of it. She had practically raped this man she used to be married to, hammered him and screwed him with feral savagery, and Marshall had adored it. Should she tell him now, describe what had happened to her through Bettina and that X-rated motel, the wanton scenes with their own son?
Later, she decided, and backed off his throbbing club, kissing his chest and licking hotly at each of his nubby nipples, biting gently at his hairy belly and sliding down, ever downward. There it was, sturdily upright against her throat, and Lauralee rubbed her cheek against the distended meat, exulting in the soapy residue that was still dripping from Marshall’s cockhead.
Nibbling at the stem of his rod, she licked around into the wet hairs, and tenderly drew his balls into her mouth, tugging upon them as she bathed them with her actively seeking tongue. He flinched and shuddered, and she began to lick a tingling path up the length of his prick, tormenting the underside of the foamy glans with the tip of her tongue.
“Now,” she breathed, “now I’ll eat you, darling. It’s something we’ve never done before, and we’re long overdue for this. Umm — your cock really looks delicious.”
His voice flowed down upon her. “Lauralee, are you sure…”
Then she gulped at his turgid cockhead, pulling it between her eager lips to cram her tongue tip into the sticky slot. She knew how to do this, and do it well; her son and Chris called her a natural-born cock-sucker, and she loved to perform the act, to know the private flavors, to feel a man writhing and heaving as she brought him wildly to a tremendous orgasm.
Concentrating upon Marshall’s pulsing meat, she went to work, bumping the blunt glans tip into the ultra-softness of her throat, fondling the shaft with cheeks that dipped in and out, and always, always, her trained and highly educated tongue was busy.
His hands pawed down and tangled themselves in her hair. Lauralee moaned around his knob, picking up the rhythm through the bobbing of her head and quicker stimulation of her tongue. She sucked and released, tantalized and promised, her fingers deftly adding more arousal through caresses of his balls and the stem of his slowly churning shaft.
“Ahh, baby!” he gasped. “Oh Lauralee — I can’t believe you’re — ahh! Your tongue is driving me out of my head — darling, darling — quick! I have to pull out, or I’ll let go into your mouth.”
When Marshall tried to yank away his throbbing prick, she fought to keep it, to hold it prisoner, clinging to his balls and gobbling furiously, even ringing his club with her teeth in warning. Marshall was so new at this that he didn’t realize she WANTED his semen to explode in her mouth and slide down her avid throat.
Jerking and wiggling, her ex-husband tugged at her hair, but the pressure building to a frenzy within his testicles was too much for him. Lauralee felt the thunderous release of his come as his cockhead went off like a blasting cap. His semen ricocheted within her siphoning mouth, splattering into her throat and drenching her tongue, so that she had to swallow time and again, in order to catch her breath.
Perfect; it had been a magnificent climax for him, she knew; he was still drawn taut in a form of exquisite torture, his body arched and straining. Even Marshall’s skin seemed to be twanging, and Lauralee continued to draw upon his oozing glans, to lap for a final sweet droplet of slippery juice. She held to his prick for a long time, adoring it gently, tenderly, until the last waves of his orgasm subsided and the man fell back, panting.
Marshall’s overworked prick was already turning soft as she allowed the knob to slide from her lips with a final kiss. She craved to do so much more to him, go all over every quivering inch of his body, fuck him from every angle, draw his head between her own thighs and feed him the flowing honey of her cunt. But the poor man was all pooped out, at least for the moment, shaken and surfeited by more aggressive sex that she’d ever shown him before, possibly more than he’d ever experienced from any other woman.
Lauralee smiled her way back up his supine body, lingering to nuzzle his chest hair, pausing to tease each nipple with her teeth before progressing to his mouth. Forcing her tongue between his lips, she allowed Marshall to learn the flavors of his own semen.
“I missed having your sweet prick,” she murmured. “I just didn’t know how much, because I was so damned dumb, Marshall. But no more; no more. We’ll do it all, darling; I’ll make up for all the pain I caused you, all the frustration.”
When she slid away from him and climbed to her feet, he blinked up at her, his eyes still a bit out of focus. “I still don’t understand how or why you got turned on,” he said as she sway-hipped to the bar to pour them more drinks. “But whatever — or whoever — did this to you, I’ll be eternally grateful.”
“Good,” she said. “I feel the same way, but I wasn’t so sure about your reaction. You won’t be jealous, or shocked, or disgusted, if I tell you?”
Marshall sat up, his sated prick dropping to one side. “Well, I flgure you found some guy who taught you how to ball, really ball. I guess I ought to be jealous of him, because I never could find the right buttons to push.”
Lauralee tilted the bottle of bourbon over their glasses and hesitated, frowning down at the amber liquid. Marshall had his own ethics, of course, his own brand of morality; would knowing that Robbie was the male who got her going upset him too much? It was possible; a couple of quick and passionate fuckings might not change that. Her frown deepened, because now that she had Marshall back she certainly didn’t want to lose him again. There was so much she could share with him.
A shadow moved in the hallway and she glanced at it, to see Robbie hiding there and beckoning to her. Composing her face, she passed the whiskey to Marshall just as he struggled erect. “Be back in a moment,” she said. “Little girl’s room.”
Catching Robbie at her own bedroom door, she hissed at him. “I don’t think your father is ready to learn who…”
The boy cupped her tits. “Wow; what a fucking you gave Dad. He was really shaken up.”
“Robbie…”
He cut in on her. “I’ve got the others tucked into my bedroom; brought them through the garage, just in case. I figure we ought to turn Bettina and Jessica loose on him, too — with you, of course. You three hot cunts should be able to change his mind about anything. He’ll need to catch his breath some, but after that…”
She kissed her son on the mouth. “You’re right, darling. Especially when your father discovers he’s been fucking his own daughter-in-law in the orgy. Marshall won’t have a comeback then; he’ll HAVE to accept the fact that you and I are fucking. Wait until I feed him some more booze, and titillate him a bit, then send them in to us.”
Smiling, she went to pee and hurried back to where her former husband was sitting slumped on a barstool. He brightened and straightened up when he saw her still nude, and rolling her sleek hips suggestively. “Thought maybe I’d been dreaming,” Marshall said, “but I see you’re for real.”
She poured him another drink and saluted him. “More than you know, darling.”
When the other two women came gliding down the hall, Marshall was high on bourbon, but drunker on sex and the renewing of his love. And by teasing and caressing him, Lauralee had managed to bring his cock to a semi-hardess once more, realizing where Robbie had inherited his staying power. For his age, Marshall was going to be one hell of a fine lover, able to screw often and for extended periods of time.
She had him on the couch, toying with his prick, and felt him jump when his eyes fell upon the strange women who were suddenly standing before him, naked and beautiful, their breasts high and proud, their hips undulating.
“W-what the hell…”
Lauralee steadied him, stroked his thighs and belly. “Don’t get nervous, darling. Aren’t they lovely? The girl is Bettina, and the redhead is Jessica; they’re very good friends of mine. You might say they’re part of the family.”
She could sense the changes taking place within him, the alertness and desire leaping through his veins. Any man worth the name would be aroused by a pair of sensuous beauties like these, and Marshall came well equipped with balls. Lauralee murmured into his ear: “We’re all yours, baby — all three of us, any way you want us.”
Bettina led the way, the girl’s small, shapely body gleaming golden as she kneeled between Marshall’s spread thighs and bent to kiss his groin. Her mother, rounded and lush, took up her position next to Marshall, rubbing big, soft breasts against his shoulder.
“Glad to meet you,” Jessica purred. “Let’s fuck.”
And Bettina said, “His prick is almost as big as Daddy’s.”
Shaken, Marshall said, “Who are these…”
“Just your lovers,” Lauralee answered, “as I am. Lie back, dear; look at the lovely young pussy and the ripe, plump pussy. They’re throbbing for the touch of your cock.”
Robot-like, the man allowed himself to be pushed back, his stricken eyes whipping back and forth over the three adorable mounds presented to him, glancing unbelievingly at the sets of shapely tits and their thrusting nipples. It was, Lauralee thought, as if he had been trapped in some erotic dream, something he had never thought would actually come to pass, and Marshall Jergens didn’t quite know how to handle it.
But he was reacting with admirable reflexes, his prick climbing to its full and turgid length, his balls working overtime to pump themselves full of precious fluids once again. The cockhead that had so recently spewed creamy juice into Lauralee’s mouth was now spreading itself in eager blooming, radiant with expectancy and starting to gather a clear pearl of pre-seminal liquid upon its tip.
Lauralee didn’t know if her husband — her ex-husband — had ever gone down on a woman’s pulsating and hairy snatch, but realized that he would soon have the experience, in multiples. He was staring wide-eyed at the tiny body of the very young girl who was poising her honey-blonde crotch above his stiff pole, and Lauralee went around to the head of the couch as Bettina stroked the swollen meat.
When the passionate child directed the cockhead into her small, volatile labia, Lauralee climbed upon the couch and placed a knee at each side of Marshall’s head. Looking down into his surprised face, she said, “There’s a close-up of my pussy, darling. It’s hot and wet and greasy, but I’m told it tastes like honey. You’re about to find out.”
She gave him time to feel the damp electric jolt of Bettina’s mini-snatch widening its pink lips to take in his knob, waiting until their daughter-in-law slid wiggling down his shaft to lock it within the tight rubbery glove of an enchanted young vagina. Then Lauralee brought down her own crotch, quaking with a feverish need to know the feel of his mouth, his tongue.
Marshall gasped once before her satiny thighs snuggled his head and her furry crotch covered his face. Lauralee trembled at the scraping of his teeth, and rocked up and down, reaching out her hands to curl her fingers into Bettina’s for support. When his tongue reached experimentally up into her juicy sheath, she pumped upon it, twisting until she presented her clit to him.
Bettina was smiling lasciviously as she seesawed her supple pussy upon the man’s submerged prick, revelling in the sensation of riding new, fresh meat, getting more kick from the fact that this particular cock belonged to her husband’s father.
Hurriedly, Lauralee gyrated against the tongue that probed her clitoris, making herself climb the dizzying heights swiftly. She didn’t want to be greedy, and Jessica was standing by, impatiently awaiting her turn.
Lifting her flowing mound from Marshall’s hungry mouth, Lauralee stepped off the couch and watched little Bettina hammer herself to a violently surging climax. They were thinking together, operating alike, Lauralee saw, intending to wring the most out of screwing the man who should become an integral part of their joined families. They meant to give him all the rapture they could, and so bind him strongly to the fabulous lure of their glossy bodies.
The girl crawled up over his heaving chest, leaving the reddened knob of Marshall’s prick pulsing in the air, letting it cool for a moment before the next slippery cunt enveloped it. Bettina straddled his head and manipulated her steaming little vulva up and down over his chin and nose.
Behind her Jessica mounted him, using one deft hand to cram his meat directly into her red-haired, opulent snatch. The man shook when he felt her velvety lining close upon his rigid club, and Jessica pivoted lustfully upon it, grinding and surging.
It was complicated and beautiful, Lauralee thought; Marshall must think he was caught in a paradise of erotica, and if he had any sense at all he would never want to get out. Damned few men would ever be as fortunate. She hoped he could hang on for a while longer, that the fucking and eating she had given him earlier would hold back his ejaculation and allow him to fully enjoy the multiple screwing he was getting, as well as the changing flavors of hot cunts forced into his mouth.
“Great cock,” Jessica panted, wheeling her ripe ass and bucking upon his shaft. “Nice and hard, and so different inside me.”
Marshall’s prick was new to the others, Lauralee realized; it was strange and different, and that made it more exciting for Bettina and her mother. As she watched, Jessica quivered to a jerking, leaping orgasm that clamped her rounded thighs against his hips and had her mellow ass pumping furiously.
Had Bettina come again, too? Lauralee looked at the girl’s delicate ass churning slowly and wantonly, at the way Marshall was holding to the fragile thighs while he ate into that young, ravishing box. He didn’t even know she had married his son, nor did he understand that while he was sucking Bettina’s delectable, girlish snatch her mother was shivering upon his embedded cock.
The tableau grew static then, freezing into non-movement when the girl hit her crest and Jessica’s was ebbing. Then Bettina climbed from around his head, and her mother slid that plush body up to take her place. That left the greasy, polished cock for Lauralee, but she hesitated, and motioned for Bettina to go ahead. Marshall would revel in letting go his load into that suctioning little hole. And when Jessica had finished with his mouth, Lauralee wanted to talk to him; the time had come to let him know what this was all about.
But why wait until Jessica had been eaten? Lauralee kneeled beside the couch and turned her neck so that her face was against Marshall’s forehead, her nose brushing the thickly curling hairs of the woman’s cunt every time Jessica made a rolling stroke.
“Marshall,” she said. “Listen to me, darling. Keep your long tongue working inside Jessica’s pussy, but listen to what I have to say.”
His answer was a smothered groan, and after diddling into Jessica’s pubic hair, Lauralee went on: “The cunt you’re eating belongs to Jessica Hartmann — and the schoolgirl pussy you’re fucking is her daughter’s. Bettina is also YOUR daughter-in-law; she’s married to Robbie, to our son.”
Marshall stiffened, but he didn’t release the plump thighs that were pinning his head between their silken roundness.
Lauralee continued: “Bettina broke through all my uptight defenses, when she went down on me and taught me how two passionate women can love each other. It was her wedding night, Marshall. And — and I learned to fuck, to really fuck, from Robbie.”
The man made a strangled noise, but Bettina was writhing upon his prick, and Jessica was pumping faster into his mouth, forcing his tongue to whiplash beneath her clitoral hood. Lauralee moved her lips across his forehead and said, “We’re all screwing you, so you can discover for yourself how wonderful group sex can be, all the juicy fucking you can possibly want, without jealousy or stupid taboos. We want you to be with us, Marshall; I want you.”
Jessica cut in with a thin wail, “Oh! Oh, baby — dig that tongue into my pussy — I’m coming, COMING!”
And Marshall’s body convulsed as Bettina wheeled and drove upon his hard cock. His balls climbed upward and contracted, and Lauralee knew that her husband was spitting a hot stream of come into the girl’s tightly gripping vagina, into the youngest cunt he had ever fucked.
It took a while before Jessica recovered enough to lift her rich snatch from Marshall’s face, and when she did, there were glistening streaks of her juice left upon his cheeks and chin. The man’s eyes were closed, and he didn’t move when Bettina drew her caressing pussy from around his pole. A smear of milky fluid seeped slowly from his cockhead.
Lauralee placed her lips upon his, tasting the exotic musk Jessica’s mature snatch left there, and he didn’t resist the gentle probing of her tongue. She stretched out the deep kiss, trying to tell him how much she loved him, truly loved him now.
Then she moved back and waited for him to say something, kneeling there as the others moved across the room. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught glimpses of Robbie and Chris lurking in the hallway. Lauralee hoped Marshall’s answer would be the right one, the only acceptable one. If it wasn’t, if he somehow could put aside the glorious fucking he had just undergone and play the role of outraged father and former husband, she would be sorry. They would all be sorry, but Marshall himself stood to lose by far the most.
“Lauralee,” he said at last, weak-voiced and shaky, “Lauralee?”
“Yes, Marshall?”
“You-you actually screwed the kid? And I suppose you went down on him, too? All that stuff, with our own boy?”
She nodded. “Just as you did it to his wife and her mother. Jessica’s husband is over there, you know; he was watching it all, with Robbie.”
With feeling, Marshall turned his face toward her and said, “I’ll be a son of a bitch. I couldn’t even get you to keep the light on when you were bare-assed, and now you tell me you’re fucking the boy, and balling with everyone else.”
“Not everyone,” she answered. “Just the in-laws and Robbie; and now with you. But get this straight, Marshall Jergens — if and when I decide to screw some other man, or make it with another woman, it will be MY decision. Now, suppose you tell us what yours is; do you want to put on your clothes and run on out of here, or do you want to stay and become part of our combined families?”
Slowly, he propped his head upon his palm and stared at her. Lauralee saw his eyes reach past her, where four naked people were poised, listening. “Robbie,” he said.
The boy came forward without hesitation, his young prick bobbing its pink head before him, and Bettina came up beside him to take her husband’s hand. Lauralee saw how utterly gorgeous they were together, so slim and fresh and exciting.
“Robbie,” Marshall said, “So you’ve been screwing your mother? With all this other pussy around, including that lovely girl, you still get into your mom?”
“Yes,” the boy said proudly. “Mom’s cunt is something very special to me. I’d like for you and me to share it together, to get her between us and pour the meat to her every way we can. But if you don’t want that…”
“Wait a minute,” Marshall said. “I didn’t say that. I’m only trying to get things straight in my head, son. And hell — I never had it so good in all my life. Besides, since I just dicked your wife, it’s only a fair trade for you to fuck mine, right? I’m sorry, kid, but they’ve screwed me down to a frazzle, and I won’t be able to ball her with you — not right away. But you can be damned sure we’ll get together on her and in her, soon as I can raise another hard-on.”
Robbie grinned hugely. “That’s great, Dad! I alwavs hoped you two would get together again, and now it’ll be better than ever.”
Marshall pushed himself to a sitting position. “Well, YOU’VE got yourself a good hard-on. What are you going to do with it?”
Lauralee bent over, bracing herself upon hands and knees, seeing Chris and Jessica approaching, hearing them laughing with relief and anticipation. She didn’t have to say anything to Robbie; he knew what was expected of him, and the boy was obviously eager to demonstrate his sexual prowess to his father, to show the man he was a horny young stud capable of bringing his mother’s pussy to a boil.
Dropping to his knees behind her, Robbie set the velvet head of his cock into her quivering labia, and stroked the cheeks of Lauralee’s smooth ass when he pushed slowly but steadily up into her receptive pussy lips from behind. While his rod was sliding home, Lauralee placed her cheek upon her husband’s knee and said, “Welcome home, darling.”
Marsball grinned, “Whoever you’re talking to, it’s all right with me,” he said.
In fact, the other couple would return before long; there were certain arrangements they had to make locking up their house, making business calls and the like. Lauralee was glad of some time for herself, for the chance to get things cleaned up and meals planned. And, she was happy to have an hour or so alone with her son.
He was in the shower now, using her bathroom instead of the other one, wanting to stay near her and share the things that had been her private domain, and Lauralee was glad for that. She knew a certain lassitude in her limbs, a good kind of tiredness that felt warm within her belly.
The kitchen was clean and the living room tidy, although not with the fantastic, dustproof cleanliness that had driven her before. Her own body had been freshened, her hair washed and fluffed with the dryer, and she lay relaxed upon her king-size bed clad in a pale pink negligee that caressed her skin with beguilingly sensuous draperies. Looking up at the ceiling, Lauralee smiled to herself. She felt so — so worldly now, experienced and adept at anything sexual, sure of her sensuous appeal and the power of her freed body.
But despite all her newfound confidence, Lauralee found herself thinking of her husband. It was strange that Marshall should come so often to her mind, that the memory of him and the unhappy times they shared would occupy so much of her thoughts. Sex had never been good with him, never exciting and stimulating only a distasteful duty to be suffered.
Even now it might be no different, she realized. Liberated as she was, there could still be a barrier of habit and dislike between them that no amount of habit and dislike between them that no amount of frenzy and pumped-up desire could eliminate. But — and Lauralee turned restlessly upon the bed — but something kept nagging at the back of her mind, an insistence that she had been at fault all throughout the marriage, and that Marshall at least deserved a chance.
Would he pay any attention to a call from her? She wasn’t even sure the phone number she had was still good. Then what would she say to this man she hadn’t seen for so long — Marshall, darling, please hurry on over, because I want to see if we can really fuck the way we should have been fucking, from our wedding night on?
Her eyes opened as her son, THEIR son, came glowing from the shower, walking slim and proud in his arrogant sensuality, his beautiful penis swinging softly between slender thighs. It was shrivelled now, but Lauralee knew that a mere touch could bring that glorious young meat springing erect again.
Inside her head, she addressed her husband again: you see, Marshall, I’ve learned how to screw by balling our son. Oh yes; I’ve fucked him in every way possible, and what do you think of that?
“Mom,” Robbie said, sitting naked upon the side of the bed, “you look terrific, all sultry and kind of smooth. You also look thoughtful. Not worried about anything, are you?”
Lauralee put one hand lightly upon her son’s bare thigh. “Darling, you don’t know exactly where your father is, do you?”
He glanced away. “Yeah, I do. I-I’ve been keeping in touch with him. Dad is still in town, and before you ask — he hasn’t married again.”
She stroked his thigh, her fingertips barely touching the marvelous softness of his pubic hair, so brown and curly. “How’d you know I was going to ask you that?”
Robbie turned slightly toward her. “I guess we’ve both been thinking about him a lot — and maybe worrying a little bit.”
“Because of you and me,” Lauralee said, and now her fingers wondered over the yielding softness of her son’s flaccid prick. When he was so close, she couldn’t help touching him there, could not resist fondling the adorable boyish cock that meant so very much to her. “I know, dear. It all depends upon how he takes it, learning about our fucking. But he can’t really complain, since I’m not his wife anymore.”
His shaft began to stretch, lengthening and growing rounder, the lovely dark pink head spreading like a meaty blossom. Robbie said, “I guess you want him back with us, as much as I do. So we’re just going to have to take the chance that Dad won’t freak out about his kid fucking his wife — his ex-wife.”
Lauralee caressed the expanding meat, realizing that she would never get enough of its sweet hardness and eager beauty, that screwing her own son meant more to her than fucking anyone else, in whatever wildly stimulating combination. If Marshall couldn’t accept that fact, then her former husband would have to return to the limbo where their divorce had relegated him. And that would be too bad; she was really interested in him now.
As she had always been, she admitted. There had been something every good between them, at the beginning, before sex had turned them against each other. Marshall had tried so hard, but perhaps he had also been uptight in his own way, too brutish and demanding for the frightened girl she had been then. For years now, Lauralee had accepted his going, even though she had been so damned lonely. So, if Marshall Jergens was shown how much she had changed, and given the opportunity was shown how much she had changed, and given the opportunity to taste her new, fiery flavors, and STILL turned them down because of his shock or disgust, then the fault would no longer be hers. She would never stop fucking Robbie — never.
“All right, baby,” she murmured. “You can contact your father. But later; after you and I have had ourselves a long, easy fuck, just the two of us.”
Tilting her head, Lauralee rubbed her cheek into the boy’s crotch, feeling his pubic hair against her face, knowing the rigid erectness of his enticing shaft that seemed to be covered with the smoothest velvet. Unfurling her tongue, she drew it around the stem of Robbie’s cock, then worked it lingeringly upward along the veined staff, finally to bathe the throbbing cockhead.
Just before closing her lips over the pulsing knob, she whispered, “Oh, how I love your prick, darling. It’s the sweetest, loveliest cock in the entire world.”
Stroking her hair, he murmured down to her: “And I dig having you eat it, Mom. But please don’t make me come. Just roll my cockhead around in your hot mouth for a little while. I don’t want to blow off down your throat right now. I’d rather fuck you, get back into your deep, rich pussy.”
So Lauralee only curled her tongue a few times around that succulent bulb, only dipped her inner cheeks around it a bit, and drew it back to the satin cupping of her throat. Then she reluctantly let it go.
Urging her over onto her back, Robbie ran his hands warmly over her taut body, reassuring himself that her breasts were as firm and upthrusting as he’d learned them earlier, re-exploring the thick hair of her mound and gently touching the soft cunt lips that quivered beneath the mossy covering. He fondled the marble columns of her lean thighs, and passed one fingertip tenderly over the flinching knot of her anus.
She was rocking, palpitating, as eager as if this wonderful boy had never touched her before, as if this was the very first time she would know the hard, hungry thrusting of his young prick. Lauralee’s pussy was wetting itself, getting ready for the meaty insertion, turning slippery and hot inside. He son groaned, and was suddenly between her spread thighs, hurrying the shove of his glans.
The exquisite cockhead popped into her cunt lips, popped on through the outer and inner labia to reach with a single, strong thrust up into the oiled sheath of her vagina. His hard prick nestled there within his mother’s loving pussy, and Lauralee clenched it, nudging the tip of the knob witht he spongy shaping of her womb, feeling her pelvis tight against his, feeling the pliable sack of his testicles covering the cleft of her uplifted ass.
Slow and easy she thought ecstatically, gently and with wonder, and Lauralee rode that magnificently stiff meat with grinding twists that were hesitant and tender. “It-it’s always fabulous,” she panted. “Always the very best, my darling — my beautiful, stiff-cocked son. Fuck me lovingly, Robbie — fuck your mother deep and slow.”
“Oh Mom, Mom — your pussy is the hottest, the richest — it’s so juicy and wiggly, and the way your roll it around on my prick drives me crazy. Oh wow, wow! Daddy never had it this good from you, or he’d never have left us. You lay this crazy cunt on him just the way you’re screwing me, and he’ll never split again.”
In a spreading, glowing rapture, she squirmed upon the deeply pistoning length of her boy’s slender rod, and found herself thinking how Marshall’s bigger, thicker shaft would feel inside her snatch. With a flash of insight she also realized how much Robbie wanted his mother and father to make it, how he craved to pump his hard cock into the same blazing cunt his daddy was fucking. It would make their screwing even better for the boy — and probably for her, also. Wrapping her long, supple legs around the small of his back, Lauralee picked up the beat of their screwing.
“Then pound your cock to me, baby!” she commanded. “Come in your mommy’s pussy and go get your father. You can fuck me right after he does; you can slide your prick in on top of the big puddle of come your daddy will pump into my cunt, and mix your semen with his. That’s what you really want, isn’t it darling? You want to fuck the same pussy, to show your daddy that I love your cock as much as his.”
“Y-yes!” Robbie grunted, slamming his rigid meat home now with savage strokes. “Oh yes, Mom! I want us both to fuck you and eat you, and you to go down on both our dripping pricks. I want to shove it up your tight ass while Daddy gets it into your cunt, the way we balled with Chris — uuhh! Mother — Mommy — you hot-assed bitch, you beautiful, horny cunt — her it COMES!”
His ejaculation geysered high into the shivering glove of her flexing vagina, the bubbling juice flying about her vaginal walls and inundating her cervix with greasy little oyster. Lauralee shuddered in her own frantic completion, her cunt seething and her crotch turned into a greedy basket of hair and flesh and fluid.
They gasped together, and her lean legs passed slowly down along her son’s tensed thighs. For a long, throbbing moment, she cuddled him, crushing her aching tits against his hairless chest and running her hot tongue into the boy’s ear. Forcing herself then, Lauralee struggled away from him, using the recently learned flip of her pelvis that snapped his dripping cockhead from the steamy confines of her flooded box.
Robbie rolled off her trembling body, and came wobbling to his knees. She stared at her greatest lover and tried to get herself together, to send him on the errand that would make a big change in their lives, one way or another. The change might not be for the better.
But the boy moved crab-like up the bed and took her head in his hands, poking the leaking head of his prick at her face. “Suck it off,” he said softly, “clean off my prick with your tongue, because I know you want to.”
She did want to; Lauralee always hated to see a single precious drop of that enchanted fluid go to waste outside her body. Greedily, she wrapped her mouth around that oozing knob and sucked avidly upon it, draining the final vestiges of semen from it’s hidden little tube.
Sighing then, he sank back and swung his legs off the bed. Looking back over his shoulder at her, Robbie said, “I’ll take the car and see if I can talk him into coming back with me, even if I have to lie like hell to him. How are you going to handle him, Mom?”
Lauralee shook her head. “I just don’t know; not yet. When I see him, I’ll just have to sort of play it by ear. He might not want me, and I’m not certain about how to prepare him about us, about you and me and Bettina; and the others, too. I was a virgin until I married your father, and you were the first other man I ever fucked. He — well; something will happen.”
Nodding, the boy stood up. “I’ll warn off the others, for a little while; then I have an idea for Daddy.”
Moving swiftly, he scooped up jeans and teeshirt and was gone from her room, from the bedroom she had shared with his father only, before she started fucking other men and women. Lauralee lay there until she heard the car motor in the driveway, then made herself up and go into the bathroom.
Her hands shook as she did unnecessary thing to her hair, as she touched her armpits and the valley between her breasts with fresh perfume. She felt uneasy and excited, as she once had felt when readying herself for a date with her major boyfriend — the man she’d married. Would Marshall have put on weight, had his hair thinned a little? More important, what would he think of her?
Other men could be maddened by her pliant, amorous body; women were also turned on by her high, nicely firm breasts and sleek legs; both sexes adored the fluid surgings of her luxurious pussy and the things she had learned to do with her mouth and tongue. But just knowing that she had succumbed to being fucked by Robbie and Chris, that she had shared her love with Bettina and Jessica, might very well turn Marshall off, for keeps.
Lauralee sighed and smoothed the semi-transparent hangings of her negligee. If it did, then she had lost no more than was already missing from her life, and she could mark ‘closed’ the file of her marriage forever. After a final check of her face in the mirror, she slid her feet into furry scuffs and went into the living room, deciding against donning a robe. Marshall might just as well get a good look at her as she truly was, a woman unashamed of her own body and reasonably sure of its powers.
She fretted through a cup of coffee that cloyed the top of her mouth, rinsed the cup and put it away. Then Lauralee said the hell with it and poured herself a drink. Out at parties with her husband, she had managed to nurse a weak drink most of the evening, and only took two, at most. Now she didn’t mind a jolt or three, to loosen things up; another surprise for Marshall.
Oh Lord, she thought; what a miserable, uptight woman she had been, clicking off all her little pat answers as to what was right and what was grievously wrong, and never imagining that she could be mistaken in anything. It was a wonder that Marshall put up with her for so long. He must have loved her.
Lauralee had another drink, sipping it slower this time, and wandered about the room, at last slipping one of Robbie’s soft rock tapes into the deck. The primitive beat echoed a throbbing within her body, and she felt an anticipatory tingling, the rising of her nipples against the delicate, whispery material of her gown.
Marshall wouldn’t refuse her; she would damned well see to that much. She would show him what a tempestuous, volatile woman she had become, demonstrate all her newly acquired skills in ways he couldn’t resist. Then, after she had fucked him down to a limp nub, after she had drained the semen from his balls in the furious wildness she was now capable of, then if he was able to walk out on her he didn’t deserve all she could give him, and the hell with him.
Swaying to the music, rocking her svelte hips from side to side, Lauralee dampened her lush lips with a pink tongue and waited.
When she heard a rattle at the front door Lauralee flinched and quickly finished her drink. A pulse hammered in her throat and she felt her tummy jumping. With an effort, she made herself be calm, even though she knew she didn’t have any idea what she was going to say to Marshall. Maybe he hadn’t been home; maybe Robbie couldn’t find him.
But suddenly there he was, standing uncertainly in the entrance to the living room where he’d once watched ball games on TV and napped after a hard day. Lauralee’s breath hung in her throat; he hadn’t changed at all. He was still tall and wide at the shoulders, and Marshall hadn’t put on a belly, didn’t seem an ounce beyond his usual two hundred pounds. His hair was still light brown and unruly, and his hazel eyes were nervous.
Why, she thought, he’s as scared as I am, and stood up to move undulating toward him, holding out her hand. “Hello, Marshall. It’s so good to see you.”
Behind his father, Robbie murmured about having to go down the street. He winked at her before slipping away to leave them alone, and there was a world of meaning in the gesture.
“Lauralee,” Marshall said in his deep voice. “I didn’t expect — and when Robbie said you insisted on seeing me…”
Warm and strong, his hand closed over her own, and Lauralee clung to it. “I wanted you to see ME,” she said. “I’ve changed, Marshall.”
His eyes swept over her long body, taking in the diapbanous negligee and the way it clung to the molding of her breasts, how it snuggled to her hips and dipped in beguilingly at her crotch.
“Yeah,” he said. “You look different, somehow.”
She led him to the bar and brushed her hip against his thigh when she went around to pour him a drink. “Do I look sexy?”
He nodded, then frowned. “But you always did. It was like icing on a cake, but empty inside; no goodies beyond the froth.”
Lauralee leaned over the bar top and the gown fell apart to give him a good look at her breasts. “I didn’t know, Marshall. Now I do. Here’s to knowing.”
Drinking hurriedly, he said, “I don’t know what the hell this is all about, why you’re coming on like this, and…”
She tossed down her own bourbon and slid back around the bar. Whipping off the filmy negligee, she stood with her legs apart and her arms out from her sides. “This,” she said throatily. “This is what it’s all about, Marshall — me. You AND me. Look at me; I’m aching for you; my nipples are so stiff they hurt, and my pussy is wiggling inside. I want to fuck you, Marshall — right now.”
Stunned, he could only stare in disbelief at her transition, at the words she used, at the nakedness she had always kept hidden from him before. Lauralee moved to him and picked up his hands to cup them against her tits, holding them in place while her belly rolled suggestively and her mouth reached for his.
She pried apart his lips with her tongue, and ran it far into his mouth, sliding it over his own and clashing her teeth against his, mixing her excited breath with his gasp of shock. His hands tightened upon her breasts, and Lauralee ground her hairy snatch into him with savage, hungry arcs.
Hotly searing flames leaped within her, and she tugged at the man, yanked him from the barstool and dragged him to the center of the room, her hands ripping at his slacks. Marshall couldn’t get himself together, but when she pushed him to the carpet and stripped away his pants, his shorts, her ex-husband’s prick leaped out strong and thick, the rosy head glowing and blue veins bulging along the swollen staff.
“It’s a perfectly beautiful cock,” she breathed. “I never knew how lovely it was, how powerful and big.”
“L-lauralee…”
She didn’t even let him get his shirt off. Fiercely, she pried his legs apart and kneeled between his hairy thighs to bite his belly. Marshall twisted in surprise, and she took a good grip upon the base of his rigid shaft, plunging her mouth over the distended cockhead, sucking it along her flicking, coiling tongue, pulling it back to caress the velvet chalice of her throat.
Lavishly, she fondled that pulsing knob, bobbing her head up and down in a steady, lascivious rhythm. She felt this new-old prick responding, this wonderful hard meat she had never before tasted. For a shivering moment, Lauralee considered blowing him all the way, eager to know the spurting cascade of his semen in her throat. But she wanted to be screwed more. There would be time later to give Marshall all the hotly siphoning head he might crave. Lifting her mouth from around his slippery rod, she crawled astride his body, coming up on her knees and clinging to his pole.
“Now,” she panted, “now I’m going to show you how I can fuck, baby. I’m guiding this big, sweet cockhead up into my cunt lips, into these hot lips that are wet and slidy for it.”
Pushing the bulb into her labia, Lauralee gyrated sensuously, forcing her weight down upon it and knowing the sensation of the sponge-hard glans moving into her opening. It was familiar in shape and texture, but different now, strange and exciting because she wanted it, WANTED it.
“So hard,” she moaned, “so good, baby.” His upright cock slipped on up into the greasy clenching of her aroused vagina, and the satin glove caressed it, drew it full length, until her crotch came down upon his pelvis and it was buried to the stem.
Rotating her ass, churning her belly, Lauralee whirled upon the embedded meat, forcing the ballooned knob around inside her pussy, grinding the thick trunk against her inflamed clitoris and pumping, pumping. Marshall was gasping, and his hands fumbled out to find and hold onto the swinging cheeks of her trim ass. He was thrusting back, lifting it up into her, meeting her driving strokes with his own and being screwed as she had never laid it to him before in all their married life.
But before he could get too turned on, she pulled at his hips and made him roll over on top of her. Now, she thought dizzily, now it feels deeper and longer, and it’s possible to get legs around him. Long and sleek, smooth and lean, her legs made a net over his heaving body, and Lauralee tilted them up as she went back upon her shoulders.
“Fuck me, fuck!” she chanted, trying to squeeze him ever deeper into the seething cauldron of her snatch. “Jam that meat hard into my pussy, darling — harder — harder! Ah, that’s the way!”
Seesawing up and down, swivelling her hips and banging her greedy pelvis into his, Lauralee screwed her lover furiously, demandingly, wringing her juicy snatch around his pistoning club and humping him with animal hunger.
“Lauralee!” he grunted. “Oh baby — never before — ahh, I can’t hold it back — your pussy is too hot and slippery, too damned good — all soft and gripping — uh-uh-uh! Coming, baby — I’m coming!!”
“Squirt your hot come into me!” she hissed, raking her clawed fingers into the cheeks of his ass and biting into the base of his throat. “I want to feel your semen, lover — oohh! Yes, yes, that’s it — all bubbling and frothy, all thick and creamy — ooh! You’re doing it, darling; you’re pumping me full of your wonderful come and making me come, TOOO!”
His cockhead continued to flex convulsively as spate after spate of boiling liquid rinsed down her twitching vaginal walls and drenched her womb. Lauralee could feel his balls leaping into the cleft of her ass and hear his breath sobbing, feel his chest lurching. His ecstasy was her own, and she squirmed wantonly, voluptuously upon his spitting prick.
When Marshall sagged, all his power momentarily gone from his body and his cock stilled while the syrupy milk bathed it inside her caressing snatch, she cradled him in her arms and crooned wordless love sounds into his ear, punctuating them with dartings of her tongue.
An eternity later, Marshall sighed and said, “Oh damn; that was the finest piece of ass I ever had. It was something I always wanted from you, Lauralee — that fire and fury, to go with your gorgeous body. But I never thought it would happen, baby. What — how the HELL did you manage to change so damned quick, and so completely?”
Lauralee hesitated, grinding slowly upon his still-hard shaft, relishing the greasy, slippery feel of it. She had practically raped this man she used to be married to, hammered him and screwed him with feral savagery, and Marshall had adored it. Should she tell him now, describe what had happened to her through Bettina and that X-rated motel, the wanton scenes with their own son?
Later, she decided, and backed off his throbbing club, kissing his chest and licking hotly at each of his nubby nipples, biting gently at his hairy belly and sliding down, ever downward. There it was, sturdily upright against her throat, and Lauralee rubbed her cheek against the distended meat, exulting in the soapy residue that was still dripping from Marshall’s cockhead.
Nibbling at the stem of his rod, she licked around into the wet hairs, and tenderly drew his balls into her mouth, tugging upon them as she bathed them with her actively seeking tongue. He flinched and shuddered, and she began to lick a tingling path up the length of his prick, tormenting the underside of the foamy glans with the tip of her tongue.
“Now,” she breathed, “now I’ll eat you, darling. It’s something we’ve never done before, and we’re long overdue for this. Umm — your cock really looks delicious.”
His voice flowed down upon her. “Lauralee, are you sure…”
Then she gulped at his turgid cockhead, pulling it between her eager lips to cram her tongue tip into the sticky slot. She knew how to do this, and do it well; her son and Chris called her a natural-born cock-sucker, and she loved to perform the act, to know the private flavors, to feel a man writhing and heaving as she brought him wildly to a tremendous orgasm.
Concentrating upon Marshall’s pulsing meat, she went to work, bumping the blunt glans tip into the ultra-softness of her throat, fondling the shaft with cheeks that dipped in and out, and always, always, her trained and highly educated tongue was busy.
His hands pawed down and tangled themselves in her hair. Lauralee moaned around his knob, picking up the rhythm through the bobbing of her head and quicker stimulation of her tongue. She sucked and released, tantalized and promised, her fingers deftly adding more arousal through caresses of his balls and the stem of his slowly churning shaft.
“Ahh, baby!” he gasped. “Oh Lauralee — I can’t believe you’re — ahh! Your tongue is driving me out of my head — darling, darling — quick! I have to pull out, or I’ll let go into your mouth.”
When Marshall tried to yank away his throbbing prick, she fought to keep it, to hold it prisoner, clinging to his balls and gobbling furiously, even ringing his club with her teeth in warning. Marshall was so new at this that he didn’t realize she WANTED his semen to explode in her mouth and slide down her avid throat.
Jerking and wiggling, her ex-husband tugged at her hair, but the pressure building to a frenzy within his testicles was too much for him. Lauralee felt the thunderous release of his come as his cockhead went off like a blasting cap. His semen ricocheted within her siphoning mouth, splattering into her throat and drenching her tongue, so that she had to swallow time and again, in order to catch her breath.
Perfect; it had been a magnificent climax for him, she knew; he was still drawn taut in a form of exquisite torture, his body arched and straining. Even Marshall’s skin seemed to be twanging, and Lauralee continued to draw upon his oozing glans, to lap for a final sweet droplet of slippery juice. She held to his prick for a long time, adoring it gently, tenderly, until the last waves of his orgasm subsided and the man fell back, panting.
Marshall’s overworked prick was already turning soft as she allowed the knob to slide from her lips with a final kiss. She craved to do so much more to him, go all over every quivering inch of his body, fuck him from every angle, draw his head between her own thighs and feed him the flowing honey of her cunt. But the poor man was all pooped out, at least for the moment, shaken and surfeited by more aggressive sex that she’d ever shown him before, possibly more than he’d ever experienced from any other woman.
Lauralee smiled her way back up his supine body, lingering to nuzzle his chest hair, pausing to tease each nipple with her teeth before progressing to his mouth. Forcing her tongue between his lips, she allowed Marshall to learn the flavors of his own semen.
“I missed having your sweet prick,” she murmured. “I just didn’t know how much, because I was so damned dumb, Marshall. But no more; no more. We’ll do it all, darling; I’ll make up for all the pain I caused you, all the frustration.”
When she slid away from him and climbed to her feet, he blinked up at her, his eyes still a bit out of focus. “I still don’t understand how or why you got turned on,” he said as she sway-hipped to the bar to pour them more drinks. “But whatever — or whoever — did this to you, I’ll be eternally grateful.”
“Good,” she said. “I feel the same way, but I wasn’t so sure about your reaction. You won’t be jealous, or shocked, or disgusted, if I tell you?”
Marshall sat up, his sated prick dropping to one side. “Well, I flgure you found some guy who taught you how to ball, really ball. I guess I ought to be jealous of him, because I never could find the right buttons to push.”
Lauralee tilted the bottle of bourbon over their glasses and hesitated, frowning down at the amber liquid. Marshall had his own ethics, of course, his own brand of morality; would knowing that Robbie was the male who got her going upset him too much? It was possible; a couple of quick and passionate fuckings might not change that. Her frown deepened, because now that she had Marshall back she certainly didn’t want to lose him again. There was so much she could share with him.
A shadow moved in the hallway and she glanced at it, to see Robbie hiding there and beckoning to her. Composing her face, she passed the whiskey to Marshall just as he struggled erect. “Be back in a moment,” she said. “Little girl’s room.”
Catching Robbie at her own bedroom door, she hissed at him. “I don’t think your father is ready to learn who…”
The boy cupped her tits. “Wow; what a fucking you gave Dad. He was really shaken up.”
“Robbie…”
He cut in on her. “I’ve got the others tucked into my bedroom; brought them through the garage, just in case. I figure we ought to turn Bettina and Jessica loose on him, too — with you, of course. You three hot cunts should be able to change his mind about anything. He’ll need to catch his breath some, but after that…”
She kissed her son on the mouth. “You’re right, darling. Especially when your father discovers he’s been fucking his own daughter-in-law in the orgy. Marshall won’t have a comeback then; he’ll HAVE to accept the fact that you and I are fucking. Wait until I feed him some more booze, and titillate him a bit, then send them in to us.”
Smiling, she went to pee and hurried back to where her former husband was sitting slumped on a barstool. He brightened and straightened up when he saw her still nude, and rolling her sleek hips suggestively. “Thought maybe I’d been dreaming,” Marshall said, “but I see you’re for real.”
She poured him another drink and saluted him. “More than you know, darling.”
When the other two women came gliding down the hall, Marshall was high on bourbon, but drunker on sex and the renewing of his love. And by teasing and caressing him, Lauralee had managed to bring his cock to a semi-hardess once more, realizing where Robbie had inherited his staying power. For his age, Marshall was going to be one hell of a fine lover, able to screw often and for extended periods of time.
She had him on the couch, toying with his prick, and felt him jump when his eyes fell upon the strange women who were suddenly standing before him, naked and beautiful, their breasts high and proud, their hips undulating.
“W-what the hell…”
Lauralee steadied him, stroked his thighs and belly. “Don’t get nervous, darling. Aren’t they lovely? The girl is Bettina, and the redhead is Jessica; they’re very good friends of mine. You might say they’re part of the family.”
She could sense the changes taking place within him, the alertness and desire leaping through his veins. Any man worth the name would be aroused by a pair of sensuous beauties like these, and Marshall came well equipped with balls. Lauralee murmured into his ear: “We’re all yours, baby — all three of us, any way you want us.”
Bettina led the way, the girl’s small, shapely body gleaming golden as she kneeled between Marshall’s spread thighs and bent to kiss his groin. Her mother, rounded and lush, took up her position next to Marshall, rubbing big, soft breasts against his shoulder.
“Glad to meet you,” Jessica purred. “Let’s fuck.”
And Bettina said, “His prick is almost as big as Daddy’s.”
Shaken, Marshall said, “Who are these…”
“Just your lovers,” Lauralee answered, “as I am. Lie back, dear; look at the lovely young pussy and the ripe, plump pussy. They’re throbbing for the touch of your cock.”
Robot-like, the man allowed himself to be pushed back, his stricken eyes whipping back and forth over the three adorable mounds presented to him, glancing unbelievingly at the sets of shapely tits and their thrusting nipples. It was, Lauralee thought, as if he had been trapped in some erotic dream, something he had never thought would actually come to pass, and Marshall Jergens didn’t quite know how to handle it.
But he was reacting with admirable reflexes, his prick climbing to its full and turgid length, his balls working overtime to pump themselves full of precious fluids once again. The cockhead that had so recently spewed creamy juice into Lauralee’s mouth was now spreading itself in eager blooming, radiant with expectancy and starting to gather a clear pearl of pre-seminal liquid upon its tip.
Lauralee didn’t know if her husband — her ex-husband — had ever gone down on a woman’s pulsating and hairy snatch, but realized that he would soon have the experience, in multiples. He was staring wide-eyed at the tiny body of the very young girl who was poising her honey-blonde crotch above his stiff pole, and Lauralee went around to the head of the couch as Bettina stroked the swollen meat.
When the passionate child directed the cockhead into her small, volatile labia, Lauralee climbed upon the couch and placed a knee at each side of Marshall’s head. Looking down into his surprised face, she said, “There’s a close-up of my pussy, darling. It’s hot and wet and greasy, but I’m told it tastes like honey. You’re about to find out.”
She gave him time to feel the damp electric jolt of Bettina’s mini-snatch widening its pink lips to take in his knob, waiting until their daughter-in-law slid wiggling down his shaft to lock it within the tight rubbery glove of an enchanted young vagina. Then Lauralee brought down her own crotch, quaking with a feverish need to know the feel of his mouth, his tongue.
Marshall gasped once before her satiny thighs snuggled his head and her furry crotch covered his face. Lauralee trembled at the scraping of his teeth, and rocked up and down, reaching out her hands to curl her fingers into Bettina’s for support. When his tongue reached experimentally up into her juicy sheath, she pumped upon it, twisting until she presented her clit to him.
Bettina was smiling lasciviously as she seesawed her supple pussy upon the man’s submerged prick, revelling in the sensation of riding new, fresh meat, getting more kick from the fact that this particular cock belonged to her husband’s father.
Hurriedly, Lauralee gyrated against the tongue that probed her clitoris, making herself climb the dizzying heights swiftly. She didn’t want to be greedy, and Jessica was standing by, impatiently awaiting her turn.
Lifting her flowing mound from Marshall’s hungry mouth, Lauralee stepped off the couch and watched little Bettina hammer herself to a violently surging climax. They were thinking together, operating alike, Lauralee saw, intending to wring the most out of screwing the man who should become an integral part of their joined families. They meant to give him all the rapture they could, and so bind him strongly to the fabulous lure of their glossy bodies.
The girl crawled up over his heaving chest, leaving the reddened knob of Marshall’s prick pulsing in the air, letting it cool for a moment before the next slippery cunt enveloped it. Bettina straddled his head and manipulated her steaming little vulva up and down over his chin and nose.
Behind her Jessica mounted him, using one deft hand to cram his meat directly into her red-haired, opulent snatch. The man shook when he felt her velvety lining close upon his rigid club, and Jessica pivoted lustfully upon it, grinding and surging.
It was complicated and beautiful, Lauralee thought; Marshall must think he was caught in a paradise of erotica, and if he had any sense at all he would never want to get out. Damned few men would ever be as fortunate. She hoped he could hang on for a while longer, that the fucking and eating she had given him earlier would hold back his ejaculation and allow him to fully enjoy the multiple screwing he was getting, as well as the changing flavors of hot cunts forced into his mouth.
“Great cock,” Jessica panted, wheeling her ripe ass and bucking upon his shaft. “Nice and hard, and so different inside me.”
Marshall’s prick was new to the others, Lauralee realized; it was strange and different, and that made it more exciting for Bettina and her mother. As she watched, Jessica quivered to a jerking, leaping orgasm that clamped her rounded thighs against his hips and had her mellow ass pumping furiously.
Had Bettina come again, too? Lauralee looked at the girl’s delicate ass churning slowly and wantonly, at the way Marshall was holding to the fragile thighs while he ate into that young, ravishing box. He didn’t even know she had married his son, nor did he understand that while he was sucking Bettina’s delectable, girlish snatch her mother was shivering upon his embedded cock.
The tableau grew static then, freezing into non-movement when the girl hit her crest and Jessica’s was ebbing. Then Bettina climbed from around his head, and her mother slid that plush body up to take her place. That left the greasy, polished cock for Lauralee, but she hesitated, and motioned for Bettina to go ahead. Marshall would revel in letting go his load into that suctioning little hole. And when Jessica had finished with his mouth, Lauralee wanted to talk to him; the time had come to let him know what this was all about.
But why wait until Jessica had been eaten? Lauralee kneeled beside the couch and turned her neck so that her face was against Marshall’s forehead, her nose brushing the thickly curling hairs of the woman’s cunt every time Jessica made a rolling stroke.
“Marshall,” she said. “Listen to me, darling. Keep your long tongue working inside Jessica’s pussy, but listen to what I have to say.”
His answer was a smothered groan, and after diddling into Jessica’s pubic hair, Lauralee went on: “The cunt you’re eating belongs to Jessica Hartmann — and the schoolgirl pussy you’re fucking is her daughter’s. Bettina is also YOUR daughter-in-law; she’s married to Robbie, to our son.”
Marshall stiffened, but he didn’t release the plump thighs that were pinning his head between their silken roundness.
Lauralee continued: “Bettina broke through all my uptight defenses, when she went down on me and taught me how two passionate women can love each other. It was her wedding night, Marshall. And — and I learned to fuck, to really fuck, from Robbie.”
The man made a strangled noise, but Bettina was writhing upon his prick, and Jessica was pumping faster into his mouth, forcing his tongue to whiplash beneath her clitoral hood. Lauralee moved her lips across his forehead and said, “We’re all screwing you, so you can discover for yourself how wonderful group sex can be, all the juicy fucking you can possibly want, without jealousy or stupid taboos. We want you to be with us, Marshall; I want you.”
Jessica cut in with a thin wail, “Oh! Oh, baby — dig that tongue into my pussy — I’m coming, COMING!”
And Marshall’s body convulsed as Bettina wheeled and drove upon his hard cock. His balls climbed upward and contracted, and Lauralee knew that her husband was spitting a hot stream of come into the girl’s tightly gripping vagina, into the youngest cunt he had ever fucked.
It took a while before Jessica recovered enough to lift her rich snatch from Marshall’s face, and when she did, there were glistening streaks of her juice left upon his cheeks and chin. The man’s eyes were closed, and he didn’t move when Bettina drew her caressing pussy from around his pole. A smear of milky fluid seeped slowly from his cockhead.
Lauralee placed her lips upon his, tasting the exotic musk Jessica’s mature snatch left there, and he didn’t resist the gentle probing of her tongue. She stretched out the deep kiss, trying to tell him how much she loved him, truly loved him now.
Then she moved back and waited for him to say something, kneeling there as the others moved across the room. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught glimpses of Robbie and Chris lurking in the hallway. Lauralee hoped Marshall’s answer would be the right one, the only acceptable one. If it wasn’t, if he somehow could put aside the glorious fucking he had just undergone and play the role of outraged father and former husband, she would be sorry. They would all be sorry, but Marshall himself stood to lose by far the most.
“Lauralee,” he said at last, weak-voiced and shaky, “Lauralee?”
“Yes, Marshall?”
“You-you actually screwed the kid? And I suppose you went down on him, too? All that stuff, with our own boy?”
She nodded. “Just as you did it to his wife and her mother. Jessica’s husband is over there, you know; he was watching it all, with Robbie.”
With feeling, Marshall turned his face toward her and said, “I’ll be a son of a bitch. I couldn’t even get you to keep the light on when you were bare-assed, and now you tell me you’re fucking the boy, and balling with everyone else.”
“Not everyone,” she answered. “Just the in-laws and Robbie; and now with you. But get this straight, Marshall Jergens — if and when I decide to screw some other man, or make it with another woman, it will be MY decision. Now, suppose you tell us what yours is; do you want to put on your clothes and run on out of here, or do you want to stay and become part of our combined families?”
Slowly, he propped his head upon his palm and stared at her. Lauralee saw his eyes reach past her, where four naked people were poised, listening. “Robbie,” he said.
The boy came forward without hesitation, his young prick bobbing its pink head before him, and Bettina came up beside him to take her husband’s hand. Lauralee saw how utterly gorgeous they were together, so slim and fresh and exciting.
“Robbie,” Marshall said, “So you’ve been screwing your mother? With all this other pussy around, including that lovely girl, you still get into your mom?”
“Yes,” the boy said proudly. “Mom’s cunt is something very special to me. I’d like for you and me to share it together, to get her between us and pour the meat to her every way we can. But if you don’t want that…”
“Wait a minute,” Marshall said. “I didn’t say that. I’m only trying to get things straight in my head, son. And hell — I never had it so good in all my life. Besides, since I just dicked your wife, it’s only a fair trade for you to fuck mine, right? I’m sorry, kid, but they’ve screwed me down to a frazzle, and I won’t be able to ball her with you — not right away. But you can be damned sure we’ll get together on her and in her, soon as I can raise another hard-on.”
Robbie grinned hugely. “That’s great, Dad! I alwavs hoped you two would get together again, and now it’ll be better than ever.”
Marshall pushed himself to a sitting position. “Well, YOU’VE got yourself a good hard-on. What are you going to do with it?”
Lauralee bent over, bracing herself upon hands and knees, seeing Chris and Jessica approaching, hearing them laughing with relief and anticipation. She didn’t have to say anything to Robbie; he knew what was expected of him, and the boy was obviously eager to demonstrate his sexual prowess to his father, to show the man he was a horny young stud capable of bringing his mother’s pussy to a boil.
Dropping to his knees behind her, Robbie set the velvet head of his cock into her quivering labia, and stroked the cheeks of Lauralee’s smooth ass when he pushed slowly but steadily up into her receptive pussy lips from behind. While his rod was sliding home, Lauralee placed her cheek upon her husband’s knee and said, “Welcome home, darling.”
Marsball grinned, “Whoever you’re talking to, it’s all right with me,” he said.
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