By pushing and pulling, Bettina had managed to get them to roll over onto their sides, and Lauralee clamped down with the cheeks of her ass so that Robbie's hard meat would be held trapped within the rubbery ring of her tube. The girl had gone after he dripping cunt as if it were a hairy pie and she was starved for its creamy sweets. She'd eaten and lapped furiously, and Lauralee soon convulsed in one climax after another, until she could stand it no longer, and begged off.
When she staggered to her feet and made it to the bar, she looked back to see her son and his bride locked in sixty-nine, Robbie's face buried in the honey-blonde mound between Bettina's slim thighs, the girl sucking lustily upon his softened rod. Lauralee splashed bourbon into a glass and downed it straight; after the shot quit burning her tummy she had another, drinking this one more slowly, letting its strength and warmth spread throughout her drained body.
Oh Lord, she thought; it might not be long before Chris came back with his wife, and here she was, all fucked out. Each of her orgasms had been shattering, and now every small movement of her body sent flaming lances of sensitivity screaming along her nerve ends. Could she stand another series, yet another different, horny coupling? Lauralee wasn't at all certain as she finished her second shot of liquor.
Feeling better then, more up, she straightened her back and took several deep breaths. Maybe she was truly getting old, and wouldn't be able to keep up with her much younger lovers.
But minutes later, when she climbed down, Lauralee saw that both the kids were asleep, their heads snuggled into each other's lower bellies. They looked calm and beautiful like that; she smiled down upon them and walked slowly back down the hall to her own bed. Stretched there, she closed her eyes and watched the pictures forming against the lids. A little rest, she thought; a bit of complete relaxation, and she would again be available.
Warmly, she slipped into drowsiness. Surely now she had been fucked in all possible ways one man could put it to her! There were no more holes left for a cock to explore, not by itself. She wondered if it was humanly possible for a woman to get two pricks into her vagina at the same time. Chris' big meat packed her own cunt fully, and there wouldn't be room for another.
Maybe, just maybe, two slender shafts like Robbie's might be able to squeeze in there, side by side. But Lauralee didn't know of another cock like her son's. She could be reaching too far afield, she realized. It would be more than enough excitement simply to be stuffed with one up her ass and another bulging within the slippery folds of her stimulated vagina.
And one in the mouth? Like that, she would be the centerpiece for three men, binding them together through the juicy hotness of her flesh, giving each of them, all of them, the completeness of orgasm. IT would be very nice, she thought fuzzily, and turned over on the bed to snuggle against her pillow. It might take some planning and a bit of physical contortion, but Lauralee was sure she could somehow manage it.
Another man, then – and it didn't matter what the size of his prick might be. Someone who would fit in with the easy, open swinging of these two families that had luckily combined into a single unit without jealousy and trouble. It might be difficult to find someone else who possessed the proper qualifications. Lauralee slept then, drifting in and out of warm dreams where she saw a long line of erectly throbbing cocks, where she saw them spurt at the same moment, firing geysers of milky juices high into the air…
She slid into the silver rain, bathing in the hot, soapy fluid, feeling it greasy upon her skin and between her legs, feeling the marvelous richness, the thrilling thick syrup, lifting her face to taste it upon her tongue. It was gently against her face, and she was swimming in semen…
Lauralee's eyes fluttered open. The warmth against her was real, but not liquid; it was plumply rounded and softly resilient, shaped and modelled into hillocks and valleys. She smelled perfume and felt the feathery brush of silken hair against her nude shoulder. Gentle hands began to stroke her flesh, roaming over her belly to linger upon her breasts. Light fingers teased her nipples into aware erection. Hot breath stirred against the back of her neck.
The voice was satiny, whispering. "I just couldn't wait not after hearing all about you, Lauralee."
"J-Jessica?"
"Yes. You feel so wonderful, tall and lean and willowy; your skin is very smooth. I sneaked in here in the dark, but would you mind turning on the light, dear? I want to see this paragon my husband and daughter and Robbie have been praising to the skies."
Fumbling over the nightstand, Lauralee found the bedlamp and switched it on. She blinked against the light, and turned back to face the woman she had never met, this woman who was lying naked in bed with her.
They stared at each other. Lauralee saw a ripely rounded body, the skin tranluscently pale, with big, pillow tits whose red tips lifted like overgrown cherries. The hips were lush, full and richly curved, and there between abundant thighs nestled a flaming bush of pubic hair, red as the sun. Only then did Lauralee glance up at the face smiling crinkled at her. Jessica Hartmann was cute; her cheeks were plump and she wore her naturally red hair long and loose. There were laugh lines at the corners of her blue eyes.
"Hey," Jessica murmured. "They were right; you're really a lovely woman, built like a magazine fashion model, but a lot more real and healthy."
Lauralee grinned back. It would be easy to be friends with this woman, even if they hadn't already shared sex with each other's lovers. She said, "Thank you, Jessica. You're beautiful; I can see where Bettina got her looks."
"And her sexiness," the woman said. "Only I wasn't so sure about that – until your son proved it to me. That boy is some kind of horny young stud."
"I think so, too," Lauralee agreed. "Tell me – do they ever sort of burn you out, make you tired?"
Jessica laughed, throwing back her head; her boobs jiggled like milky globes. "Sure they do. But I take a bath and a nap and eat something, and I'm ready to make it some more. It just takes a little getting used to, that's all. Don't fret, dear; we all run out of gas from time to time – but what fun it is, getting pumped up again!"
Daringly, Lauralee leaned forward and touched the beguiling nipples. "So big and gorgeous," she whispered. "Your skin is flawless, Jessica. Robbie must have been splitting his jeans, every time he looked at you. Any man with testicles can't help raising a hardon."
The woman stopped laughing, and a slinky hot light flared in her eyes. "Just what I was thinking about you," she purred. "But there's no reason men should have all the fun."
Lauralee fingered the intriguing, rubbery points of the melon tits. "You're right, of course." She moved closer, and fitted the length of her slender body to the heated fullness of the other woman's. The rich breasts were as soft as they looked, giving, cushioning against her own. The smooth belly trembled, and the springy cunt hair was padded as her own mound reached into it.
Jessica's mouth was softer than rosebuds and scented with eager springtimes; the tongue was quick and artful, her teeth small and eager. Lauralee wrapped her arms around this new and infinitely pleasing body, aroused by knowing her son had fucked the pussy surging against her vulva, that he had sucked it. There was extra stimulation in knowing she had ridden the husbandly prick that had screwed this woman thousands of times.
Others had eaten into this sensuously churning mound – Robbie, Chris, the woman's own fantastically sexy young daughter. Now it could be Lauralee's; she could know its flowing sweetness and the lunging of its velvet depths as she tormented the clitoris with questing tongue and suctioning lips.
"Ahh," Jessica sighed as they broke the kiss, and moved first to shift the angle of her ripe body. Her mouth fastened greedily upon Lauralee's nipple while her hands tenderly kneaded both tits. The soft lips were searing, working their way damply down Lauralee's rib cage, the small teeth nipping delicately at tummy skin and her tongue going furiously, as if the flavor of Lauralee's skin was something intoxicating.
"I want – I want to eat you, too," Lauralee gasped, but Jessica had already plunged her face between Lauralee's quivering thighs. The shock of that first contact raced through her, and her pelvis jerked upward, presenting the urgency of her hairy crotch to this new and hungry mouth.
Jessica ate pussy differently than her daughter; she was just as skilled in the application of her tongue, but there was more hunger to it, a fiercer need. She spread her mouth wide, and sucked powerfully, dragging Lauralee's pussy lips against her teeth. Her tongue pumped vigorously in and out, as if it was a short, wet cock, and Lauralee wriggled upon it, reaching down to caress the woman's hair as her ass rolled from side to side and her pelvis humped.
A strange and beautiful woman was delving lasciviously into her vagina, almost snarling as she tried to devour the tender lining, pounding her stiffened tongue deep and curling it back.
Panting, Lauralee hissed: "Eat it as savagely as you want to, Jessica! Chew my pussy and lap it like a puppy dog – suck my cunt and swallow the juice – oh! Oh, you wonderful bitch – ahh, yes! Ooh – I've fucked your husband and eaten your daughter's snatch – ah! I've sucked your husband's prick and drained all the semen from his balls, and Chris has shoved his tongue in my cunt just as you're doing now – ahh! Ooh, that's wild, darling!"
Swivelling her ass furiously, Lauralee clung to the woman's head and ground her crotch into the ravenous mouth, bucking her clit into the wet teeth and bringing her long thighs together like a silken trap. She was close, so close, and that tongue was driving her right out of her fucking skull…
But it suddenly stopped. Lauralee arched her back and squeezed her thighs against the stilled head, but there was no more; she was left teetering upon the very brink of a magnificent culmination, and she felt cheated. "Jessica – what's the matter? What's wrong?"
Opening her eyes then, she saw the woman's reason for hesitating. There on the bed, poised behind his wife's upthrust and shining ass, was Chris Hartmann. Lauralee hadn't even heard him come into the room, or felt the difference his weight made upon the bed.
Looming chunky and wide, hairy-chested and taut, the man was maneuvering his swollen cockhead into his wife's scarlet-mossed mound from behind. Feeling the spongy thrust, Jessica had been startled for a moment, but now Lauralee felt the slippery tongue stabbing, lancing again and again into the vibrancy of her clit. Jessica had recognized the shape of her husband's knob, and was squirming in obvious delight as the man fed his meat up into her clenching slot.
"Take it," Chris grunted, as he shoved his rigid meat clear to the root between his wife's opulent thighs, "take my cock, you sweet, hot bitch! Couldn't stay away from her, could you? I knew you'd come sneaking up here to eat Lauralee's pussy, even if you had to start it while she was asleep – oh baby, shake that nice, round ass for me! Oh yeah, yeah – keep on licking that hairy black cunt, while I jam my prick into yours, Jessica – like this – like this…"
Staring, Lauralee could see the grip Chris had on the cheeks of his wife's luxurious ass, and feel the woman's folded body to where Jessica was nuzzling even more avidly into her snatch. Shifting her gaze, she found her eyes locked with his, and Chris smiled voluptuously. Jessica's educated tongue regained it frenetic rhythm, and Lauralee found her self pivoting upon it, humping to the buried face, her thighs sliding up and down beside Jessica's head.
"Beautiful, hot bitches!" Chris grunted. "What a pair of juicy cunts – sweet asses, gorgeous boobs – you love your old man's cock, don't you baby? You love my prick as much as you adore that steamy gash you're eating…"
Jessica moaned an answer into Lauralee's flexing vagina, and the teasing, tantalizing suction upon Lauralee's clitoris, became too intense to bear. Shivering, she let go of the woman's head and fell back upon the bed, her entire lower body swinging wildly, her pelvis reaching brutally up into the chewing, siphoning mouth.
"I – oh, I'm coming!" she cried out. "Fuck her, Chris – fuck the hell out of her! Screw your wife while she's going down on me – make her come as – AHH! – come as insanely as I'm coming – COMING!"
The fireworks went off deep within her wrenching vagina, flaring pinwheels of ecstasy around her bursting clitoris, sparklers showering golden hot rain up through her tumultuous belly and a spitting fuse burning itself savagely out through her fluttering asshole.
Lifting her smeared face from the sizzling wet hairs of Lauralee's quaking mound, Jessica groaned in sharp rapture, humping back upon her husband's pounding shaft. Her head jerked upward as she came, and she rocked from side to side as Lauralee stared at her contorted face and the mesmerizing pendulums of the swinging balloon tits.
Immediately, Chris stopped hammering his hard meat into her. With a swift and agile movement, he slipped his cockhead down and out of the clinging grip of his wife's snatch, and sat back upon his heels. As Jessica collapsed softly to one side, Lauralee could see the light glistening upon that reddened and puffy glans, see the golden rays of the bedlamp reflected upon the oily juices of the woman's pussy that clung like glue there.
"Your turn," Chris said. "There she is, with her plump legs all spread out. My wife's pussy is all heated up for you baby, so just crawl around her and go to it. Point your sweet, lovely ass up at me and spread your thighs, so I can screw you like I just stuck it to her. My cock is all greasy with her juice, and it'll slip right up into your tight hole."
Lauralee moved to do his bidding, her heart thudding and her own snatch becoming flooded in her excitement. She kneeled between the pale, ripe legs and ran her hands up and down the rounded calves as she gazed raptly down into the inflamed cunt lips surrounded by so much deep, curly red hair. Jessica's labia had turned scarlet, and they were dripping. Lauralee caressed the lavish thighs, and angled her body down so that her buttocks would be presented to the man who waited impatiently behind her, his gorged prick in one hand, his hairy balls filled with new semen.
She was about to go down on a woman's mature pussy, while that woman's husband fucked her from behind. She had learned to love a vagina through the teachings of Jessica's daughter, and now she was on the verge of making the full round of the family – man and wife and child.
Trembling, Lauralee bent down and kissed the silken belly, working the end of her tongue into the dimpled navel. Jessica twitched, and the padded nest of her mound moved back and forth. Lauralee licked into the outer fringes of humid pubic hair, feeling its stiff coils against her lips and tickling her tongue.
She burrowed through the matted hair and into the jelly-dripping pussy lips, tasting an exotic flavor there, an odd muskiness that thrilled her. Lauralee covered the pulsing snatch with her mouth, and at that moment Chris poised the soapy head of his distended prick against her vulva, felling upward for the torrid slit that was yearning for him. As she drove her tongue between the softness of the elastic lips, Chris drove his knob into Lauralee's labia, and both reached as far as they could into hot, soupy cunts. They were joined, deliciously interlocked, flesh within flesh within flesh.
While Chris poled his hard meat into her filled pussy, Lauralee muzzled deeper into the rippling snatch she was exploring with her teeth and tongue. When she had probed the sheath as far as she could, and tickled its buttery velvet walls, she withdrew her tongue and sucked in. The rubbery labia came into her mouth, and Lauralee toothed it gently, drawing a warm rivulet of juice down her throat and swallowing it gleefully.
There was the fresh, unknown clit, leaping to greet her drilling tongue, parting the folds of its tender hood. The size of that intense organ surprised Lauralee; it was constructed like a little cock, but much, much bigger that her own, and a giant compared to Bettina's tiny nubbin. By pressing down into the upper labia, she was able to get the vibrating growth between her teeth, and held it there while she tortured it with her lashing tongue.
Behind her, Chris panted as he thrust heavily into her own seething hole. "Baby – oh, baby – you're so hot and juicy that your sweet cunt is overflowing and wetting my balls! Ahh – you're tight, though, and my big cock is making those pussy lips stretch like rubber bands – grind it, Lauralee – shove that ass up to me!"
She gave it to him, seesawing her rear and wheeling her avid vagina upon his thrusting club, but she continued to worry the pulsating clitoris held captive by her teeth. Jessica's pelvis spasmed and the ripe thighs jerked uncontrollably. The woman shrieked softly and pounded the mattress with her hands as she crested upon a roaring tidal wave of ecstasy.
Holding her breath, Lauralee convulsed in her own orgasm, and felt the jetting cascade of Chris' semen blasting into her pussy.