It was some time later when Lauralee gathered what remained of her strength and was helped to her feet. She stood there swaying between her two male lovers, while her female darling kissed the now flaccid nipples of her breasts, and made light, fluttering touches upon her dripping vulva.
"I'll help her to the bath," Bettina volunteered. "Maybe you guys can get some sandwiches together before we come back. I know I'm starving, and Lauralee probably is, too."
She went with the girl, moving loose-jointedly and fluidly, feeling that all her joints had turned watery. But there was a deep sense of gratification lingering within her inflamed vagina, and a tingling that aroused itself whenever one thigh brushed the other. Lauralee sat upon the toilet while Bettina drew a hot bath for her, and poured in scented powders.
"Here you are, darling," the girl purred. "All ready for you to soak in. I know what a round-robin fucking like that takes out of you. The first time Daddy and Robbie did it to me, I must have passed out three or four times, but it was even more draining when my mother joined us. Oh wow; I didn't think there was a bone left in my body, but I got over it in a hurry, and was soon ready for some more of that fantastic screwing."
Lowering herself into the hot, clasping water, Lauralee propped her head upon the rim of the tub and stretched out her legs. IT seemed impossible that she would have hit so many fulfilling orgasms; she was the cold-natured wife who'd never know what it was to come. She was the uptight, rigidly programmed woman who had thought that sex was something to be avoided altogether, or submitted to only when Marshall became overbearing, when he practically raped her. Oh damn, she thought, settling into the soothing water; she must have given her husband a difficult time, a terrible time of strain and unbearable pressure.
Now she didn't doubt for a moment that Marshall had gone out romancing other women; he was a lusty male with hearty sexual appetites, and she could hardly blame him for straying. Closing her eyes and relaxing her body, she thought also that he must have loved her very much, despite her frigidity; otherwise, he would not have remained with her for so many years.
And how would he accept her now, in her new freedom – if ever their paths should happen to cross again? Even though Marshall was sensual, he was of her own age bracket, out of the same rocky soil of moralistic upbringing that insisted one should cleave only to one other. Men, she knew, were prone to apply the double standard, anyhow; they could swing with various interesting girls, but they denied the same opportunities to their own wives.
If there was the slightest hangover from that out-moded way of thinking, Marshall would be shocked to his core by any hint that his wife was not only balling other men, but that she had stepped beyond acceptable bounds by fucking her own son – his son, too. Damn, Lauralee mused; Marshall Jergens had been out of her life for quite some time now, and she might as well also put him completely out of her mind. There was nothing left for them.
"Sit up a little," Bettina said softly, "so I can soap your boobs. I love to handle them, to feel them all round and giving in my hands. Then I'll wash your back."
Obediently, Lauralee came upright and leaned forward from the hips. She enjoyed the slow fondling of the girl's slippery fingers as they moved over her globes. The strength was coming back into her flesh, and she realized that it wouldn't take much to bring her well-fucked body back to the brink of desire once more. There was still something she hadn't done, and she imagined the others would be happy to try it with her.
She craved the sensation of her son's hard, slim prick moving up into her asshole, while Chris' swollen meat reached into her sheath; she wanted to be packed with their cocks, to know the filling of her two holes at the same time. In her mind's eye, she pictured the sacks of their testicles swinging together, touching in mutual caress as their engorged rods enjoyed the plush openings of her flesh. As they fucked her together, Bettina was free to do as she wanted, perhaps lick at both sets of balls, maybe try to squeeze her head in so she could spear that marvelously experienced tongue against Lauralee's clitoris.
It would make her faint, Lauralee thought; so much concentrated and intense adoration would make her shatter into a million ecstatic pieces, and she would pass out. But even if she did, she knew they would continue to fuck her, and would bring her back from one shadowy wonderland into the brightness of their love.
"Lie back again," Bettina suggested, "and I can get at your lovely snatch."
The girl's hands were slippery and tantalizing over her mound; the soap bubbled and added its own slow torment. Bettina said, "I know how I got turned on at first – by playing around with another kid, and by listening to my mom and dad in bed at night, when they were screwing. I used to picture them making it, and I'd get so hot that I'd have to finger-fuck myself. Then, after I hid in their closet one time and actually SAW my daddy sticking his big, beautiful prick into her pussy, I just HAD to be fucked, but I didn't know how to go about making a boy. I mean, I didn't dare try to turn on my father, not at first, even though that's what I wanted most. So I went along with this girl and made it that way, until he caught us at it. But you, Lauralee – you're so sweet and passionate; I can't understand why you couldn't swing with your old man."
Lauralee said, "My fault, I guess. Marshall wasn't very patient, and he – he hurt me, on our wedding night. After that, it just got worse and worse, and told myself that it didn't matter. YOU turned me on, darling – after those horny movies that so clearly demonstrated what I'd been missing. I'll forever be grateful to you for that, and for bringing in Robbie to fuck me, afterward."
"Umm," Bettina murmured. "There – your gorgeous pussy is all sweet and clean, and if I wasn't so hungry for another kind of food, I'd eat it right now. Have you ever thought of contacting your old man again?"
Pulling the plug, Lauralee stood up while the draining water swirled about her feet. "No, I haven't. I know that Robbie misses his father, but – no."
"Okay," the girl said quietly. "Step out on the bathmat and I'll dry that lovely, tall body. The guys must be eating up everything in the kitchen by now, and I keep hoping we'll get a phone call from my mother before long. Wouldn't you just know that my auntie would pull one of her sicky spells at the wrong time? I'll bet that Mom is going out of her head, thinking about all the good fucking that she's missing. She's really anxious to meet you, Lauralee."
Lauralee pivoted slowly, feeling regal at so much attention, luxuriating in the devoted service being given her by her new daughter-lover-in-law-friend. "And I want to meet your mother," she said. "I'm not afraid any more. I just know I'll love her, too."
They kissed, their naked bodies clinging together tenderly, their breasts and mounds seeking counterparts. Shuddering, Bettina said throatily, "Come on; we'd better get out of here."
Down the hallway they went, giggling together like kids, happy in each other's nearness. Lauralee thought this was as it should be, that they were more than technical relatives, but blood sisters who shared the same lovers, and shared themselves, also. She didn't need more than this rare closeness, more than the man and boy who would fuck her in all possible ways, more than the woman who was yet a stranger to her, but who was waiting in the wings to add another intriguing dimension to the lovemaking. Certainly, Lauralee didn't need her former husband. He was gone, and with a little more effort, she could make him forgotten.
Going into the kitchen, she said, "Hi."
They looked up from the litter they had created on the counter, and motioned to sandwiches several decks high. "Dig in," Chris offered, pointing with a can of beer.
She and Bettina fell to, and Lauralee was amazed that she could consume so much food, though the beer helped wash it down. She would have to start watching her weight, she thought, but that wasn't going to be easy; fucking gave her such an appetite. Finishing the food, Lauralee searched her memory for something she had read, about screwing using up many calories. She hoped the article had been correct; she didn't want to be a heavyweight.
Surprised, she saw that Chris was pulling on his clothes. "Where are you going?"
"I'll be back as soon as I can," he promised. "I called Jessica over at her sister's place, and she thinks she can get away from there in an hour or so. I'm going to pick her up, and of course I'll bring her right back here."
Putting down her beer can, Lauralee said, "I'll miss you, Chris; WE'LL miss you."
He came over to where she was sitting and took her bare tits in both hands. "I'll hurry baby. Jessica is as anxious to get with you as I am to have some more of that terrific pussy. The kids will keep you busy while I'm gone."
"Okay," she pouted, holding up her mouths for his warm kiss, and looking after him as he strode to the door, thinking how sensual this mostly bald man was, how eager he was to fuck her, while remaining devoted to his own daughter's wonderfully trained little snatch.
Bettina helped her clean up, while Robbie wandered into the living room and put on a tape. The primitive beat of the music reached Lauralee as she crowded dishes into the water and turned it on; she found herself following the rhythm with a slinky movement of her hips. Then her breasts took it up, too.
"Go dance with him," Bettina suggested. "I have to take a bath, too – but I'd like to get in on anything you guys start."
"We'll wait for you," Lauralee promised.
The dancing didn't last long; she was too new at it, even though her son complimented her on getting with it and loosening up. "Wow," he said, as she sank down upon the couch and pushed out her legs. "Dad ought to see you like that, with your beautiful body rolling and wiggling. I just know he'd freak right out, Mom."
Lauralee chewed her lip. "You'd better forget him," she said. "Your father wouldn't understand – or accept – anything that's going on around here; especially, you and me, Robbie."
He hesitated, then sat beside her to stroke her thigh. "You're so lovely," he said, "you make a guy hurt, just seeing you bare-assed like this. And once a man knows how deep and rich your pussy is, he HAS to come back to it, time and again, fucking it and eating it, over and over. I never thought I'd be lucky enough to ever get my cock into that gorgeous cunt, Mom. Now that I have, I can't stay away from it. I'm hooked on my mother's far-out pussy."
Lauralee put her arm around her son's shoulders; her fingers played over his flat nipple as she breathed into his ear, "I'm glad, baby. Especially since you have such a spectacular young wife, and still want to screw your old mom."
Robbie took hold of his growing shaft and rubbed the satiny head along the smoothness of her outer thigh. "You'll never be too old for me to screw."
Lightly, she kissed his downy cheek and watched the play of the boy's ballooning knob along her skin, admiring the cunning sculpture of its design and the beauty of its coloring. Boyish prick that had dipped into adult cunts, she thought; such a young cock, to have already fucked two mature women and stroked so often in a girl's alluring little oven as well; Robbie would go on sampling women's vaginas, she knew, making many others happy; she hoped it would always come back to her own.
"Hey," Bettina said from the doorway, posing piquantly there with her small, perfect body radiant. "I warned you guys not to start anything without me."
"We haven't," Lauralee answered. "Come here and join us, darling."
Robbie stood up, his now-rigid meat a thin staff sturdy enough to hang undies on to dry. "Both of you," he announced. "I want to fuck both of you, going back and forth in your cunts. Mom – will you lie down on the floor? Yeah, that's the way, on your back with those long legs wide open so your pussy shines up at me. Now, Bettina, how about lying down on top of her – put your ass on her belly, baby, and hike your knees so that your sweet little snatch is right over hers."
Excitedly, Lauralee accepted this new challenge, her flesh warming as the girl carefully lowered her negligible weight upon her. As Bettina lay back, Lauralee held the small, hard tits and thumbed their saucy points.
The girl's trim and perky ass snuggled down against her groin, and Lauralee relished the feel of it there, the adorable dainty cheeks with their miniature cleft.
"Man, oh man," Robbie breathed, fondling this turgid cock. "What a sight that is – my wife's golden pussy on top of my mom's black pussy; all those groovy legs spread open for me; Bettina's pink cunt lips and my mother's full, red ones."
He kneeled upon the carpet and got himself set between their thighs, caressing both sets with trembling hands, bending to kiss each of them in turn. Lauralee flinched when her son's mouth found the dewy opening of her pulsating labia, when his hot tongue slid wetly along them. But he was soon gone, and she could tell by the tightening of Bettina's ass that Robbie was paying the same adulation to the girl's mound, too.
Next, she knew the delightful nuzzling of his cockhead, that rubbery yet firm bud of his young manhood as it felt into her eager, humid cunt lips. Robbie shoved into them gently but steadily; forcing them to give way for the sliding comfort of his hard meat. The boy's prick worked up into Lauralee twitching vagina then, and her son began to stroke slowly, penetratingly, into her body.
His belly must be rubbing into Bettina's pussy, she thought, and squeezed down upon her daughter-in-law's nubile breasts. Robbie must be taking care to add his weight to his wife's, but she couldn't see how he was handling the situation; she could only feel, and that was truly the only sense she required. Her vagina wriggled over his thrusting shaft and her clit quivered.
Suddenly, almost painfully, that enchanted cock was gone, yanked from the clenching of her moist depths, and Lauralee's cunt was lonely.
"Oooh!" Bettina groaned, the delicate ass rolling as Robbie inserted the head of his slippery prick into the girl's smaller, tighter snatch.
Lauralee felt her son's fuzzy balls against the wet mouth of her deprived cunt, the slow back-and-forth swinging of the sack as Robbie pumped his insatiable rod into his wife's wriggling body. Four lingering strokes, five – then the greasy knob was back below, reaching blindly for the welcoming embrace of his mother's cunt. He jammed it home, and Lauralee took it breathlessly, joyfully.
Containing himself, controlling his pent-up emotions, Robbie was giving them both a magnificent fucking, a priceless screwing they would both remember for the rest of their lives. His flanged cockhead reached and withdrew, rolled around inside Lauralee's feverish hole and brought her jerking, heaving to a culmination that made her drum her heels upon the floor.
His magical staff was gone again, plunged once more into the sweet, hot glove the girl's churning pussy, driven to the veined hilt inside her sinuously rolling snatch. In and out, his balls caressing Lauralee's steamy cunt with every stroke, Robbie pumped his distended tool strongly into Bettina, and Lauralee could feel them, too. The girl jerked with every burying of the slick meat, her tremors passing through her straining body and into Lauralee's sensitive flesh.
She knew the exact moment when Bettina came, and rocked the darling girl lovingly in her arms as the tiny ass bucked in hectic spasms. Robbie was coming, too, she thought; the boy's scrotum was shuddering; all that creamy richness was spewing into the childlike vagina, drenching it with his bubbling juices.
But Robbie sensed that his mother craved to share that ultimate moment, and pulled his spitting cockhead from his wife's wringing pussy. Lauralee gasped as she felt the downpour of her son's semen, the splattering of the oystery fluid that rained upon her own cunt lips and soaked her pussy hairs. They were both being rewarded with the fluids of the boy's wondrous balls, his some purling inside and our of Bettina's shivering cunt, and smearing itself into Lauralee's pulsating box. She loved him for his thoughtfulness, and her ass twisted as the starchy rivulet oozed down the crack of her excited ass.
"You're both dripping with my come," Robbie said. "Both my beautiful fuckable cunts are all milky with my semen – my mother's pussy and wife's pussy. That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
Sighing, Bettina disengaged herself rom the tangle, rolling from Lauralee's body and off to one side. "Don't let it all get soaked up," Lauralee heard the girl say. "Here, baby – let me scoop some of it into my hand…"
Lauralee started to move, bringing her legs together as she felt her son backing from between them. Bettina nudged her hip. "Roll on over, darling – onto your belly, and bring your knees under your body, so your ass pokes up. You want it like this, don't you?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Lauralee moaned, and realized why the girl had collected the semen. It was to lubricate the head of Robbie's cock, so that it would be easier to get into the tightness of her tube. She was panting against her folded arms when she felt warm, greasy fingers working the lguey stuff into the rim of her asshole, and a violent thrill pierced her, all the way up to her throat.
Then her son's sudsy knob was at the hairy ring, his hands braced upon the cheeks of her ass, his knees between her own. "Take it easy, Mom," he said from behind her. "Relax as much as you can and stay loose; don't tighten down on me, and it'll go fine."
Closing her eyes, Lauralee waited, her pulses racing insanely. Would it hurt? Could it feel as good as that fleeting moment when, in the squirming heat of passion, someone had slipped a finger into her anus? The slippery tip of her son's glans pressed into the equally greasy knot of her asshole, pushing tenderly. And slowly, every so slowly, the reluctant circle began to give, to stretch.
"Easy," he murmured, "just hang loose, baby. The cockhead is going in you – and wow! It's really hot and tight in there."
She felt it; she knew the strange, almost frightening sensation and fought to keep from tightening. Inch by exploring inch, the boy's spongy, hard-cored bulb eased into her ass, and suddenly the length of his stiff prick slid up, up, and his balls settled into the parted vee of her thighs, his pelvis against her cheeks.
It was in her; her son's beloved cock was really IN her ass. Lauralee wiggled upon it, testing, experimenting, and her pussy contracted below.
"It-it's fabulous," she groaned. "Oh, I can't believe it, Robbie; you have your sweet prick buried all the way into my ass."
Stroking her cheeks, he began to move back and forth, very gently and slowly, taking great care not to hurt her. Lauralee didn't give a damn if he did hurt her; anything that happened within her narrow hose would be a wanton rapture, and she slid around upon the meat socked so firmly inside her tail.
Her nipples dug into the carpet, and she liked the small pain. Every tender stroke he made into her impaled body was a loving movement, and she could feel the juices of her cunt oozing from her labia to wet her thighs. Flames seared her vagina and her asshole was wiggling steam hose; Robbie pumped more strongly into it, and she could hear his breath, harsh and uneven in his throat. He was fucking his mother from behind, sticking that young boy meat into his mommy's ass, taking the cherry there that no man or woman had ever touched. She exulted in what she was able to give him like this.
Rolling her ass, Lauralee lifted her tits from the rug and dug her fingers into it, arching her back, swaying her hips and taking him, loving him, backing fiercely into him while her cunt leaped and trembled as her maddened clitoris tried to break out of its hood. Robbie bent over her, reaching down and around to take hold of her swinging tits, his pelvis grinding hungrily into the soft pillow of her ass.
Without warning, his cockhead flexed to spray a burning rain of come into her tubing, and he squeezed her breasts as he let go. Lauralee churned her ass around his meat, coming and coming as he sagged.