Physically they were quite different, Lauralee thought; inside, they were the same, the identical operations of their passionate natures at odds with their bodies. But those bodies complemented each other – Jessica's plump and ripely rounded, very lush and generously developed, her large, heavy breasts a comfort for any man, and those lavish thighs a welcome. Lauralee looked down and checked out her own physical qualifications: she had always thought she was a bit too long and lean, but admitted there was a certain grace about her willowy frame, that her legs were beguilingly long and supple.
Variety seemed to attract men, she thought, and there was plenty of it in this room now. Little Bettina was so tiny and childlike, a superbly modelled young girl constructed like a miniature Venus. One tall and sleek, one warm luxuriantly fleshed, and a girl who was the epitome of anyone's sensuous daughter; the men had to be content with what they had, because the choice was pretty special.
"It's kind of weird," Jessica sighed, crossing her mellow legs and propping one elbow upon the bar top as she toyed with her drink. "I as always somewhat of a loner, until we all started fucking each other. Now I'd like for us all to be under the same roof, living together all the time. Now wait a second, Lauralee – I know damned well it probably wouldn't work, because women really need to manage their own homes. But I can dream a little anyhow."
Lauralee sipped her bourbon and water mixture. "I know how you feel, darling. But it will be fun, visiting back and forth. I'd like to be fucked in your bed, by your husband, and you there with us."
"What about YOUR husband?" Jessica asked.
Glancing away and over at the couch where Chris Hartmann sat beside his lovely daughter, where Robbie pressed his thigh against the girl's from the other side, Lauralee said, "I only have an address for Marshall; we haven't been in touch for years. He sends the monthly checks, and sometimes makes arrangements to take Robbie on a short vacation somewhere, but that's all. I don't even know if he's remarried. But I have to admit that I've been thinking about him lately, wondering how it would have been between us, if I had been as passionate as I am now, if he had been a little more thoughtful and patient. But I guess it's all done."
Jessica rattled ice in her glass. "Too bad; we could have used another attractive man. Not that I'm dissatisfied with the screwing I'm getting from Robbie and Chris, but there are times when all us gals could have a prick where it would do us the most good, one on one – if we had another horny, understanding guy to ball with us."
On the couch, both men were caressing the slender body of the naked girl, cupping her small, tidy breasts and fondling Bettina's sleek thighs. The girl had her head back, and her arms relaxed at her sides, giving up her body to the adoration of her lovers, not participating, but simply accepting their worship. Bettina looked exceptionally beautiful like that, Lauralee thought.
And there was a quiet horniness about the man and boy who were about to make love to her, an ease and caring that showed in their movements. Lauralee watched the slow circles of their hands as they petted the girl's warm, silken body, seeing them take turns cupping the gorgeous little pussy they had so often shared before.
Now Chris was lowering his head, his red tongue flicking over his daughter's pertly modelled tit, laving its saucy nipple. Then Robbie joined his father-in-law, his face only inches away from the older man's as he licked Bettina's other breast. The girl began to squirm a bit, her trim hips shifting daintily from side to side upon the sofa cushions, the supple, babyish mounds of her ass lifting and falling as she pushed her downy snatch against her daddy's palm.
"They look so damned wonderful together," Jessica said, her bare knee brushing against Lauralee's thigh. "Sometimes I just enjoy sitting and watching like this. The first time I actually SAW my husband putting his cock to our daughter, I came about the same time they did, and without even fingering myself. It was so hot and wild and exciting."
Lauralee nodded, her eyes fixed upon the trio of lovers. "With me, it was thrilling to see my son fuck his new wife, to watch that hard young prick slide in and out of her adorable little cunt while she wiggled and hunched on it. After Bettina taught me to make love, that first time, she became MY daughter too. I imagine you think of Robbie as your son, too."
"I pretend," Jessica answered, "and he calls me Mom when we're fucking."
There on the couch Bettina was writhing lasciviously in the caresses of her father and husband. Chris had inserted a finger into the girl's mini-pussy, and she was humping upon it while both men sucked her tits and fondled her thighs, her hips and the cheeks of her ass. As Lauralee watched, Robbie let go of his wife's nipple and lifted his mouth higher to kiss her open lips. Now Bettina's arms moved, and she curled one of them about the boy's neck as she passionately met his tongue with her own. The other hand worked blindly down to clasp thin fingers around her daddy's veined and turgid shaft.
Jessica said softly, "There's not enough room on that couch. They'll soon be on the floor."
"What do you say we get down on the carpet, also?" Lauralee asked. "Not to join them, or hassle them in any way – just so we'll be closer and can see it all."
"Sure," the other woman agreed, and took Lauralee's hand.
Kneeling together, their thighs brushed, and Lauralee felt a quick, new tingle, skittering along her tensing skin. Bettina twisted gently free of the finger that had been embedded within her minute snatch, and moved to the center of the room. One by one her lovers followed, their stiff cocks waving out ahead of their bellies.
Bettina looked like a fairy-tale princess, golden and poised, utterly graceful in her polished nakedness. Even her gestures were imperious as she motioned to the men who were about to fuck her, either together or in turn.
"Daddy, lie down on your back and spread your legs, so your big prick stands up for me," Bettina commanded. "And Robbie – you like down next to him. It's my turn now, and I'll screw you the way I feel."
Wordlessly the guys obeyed her, and Lauralee stared in wide-eyed fascination as the two pricks rose into the air, her son's a slim and obviously rigid tool with a small pink bud, the man's much thicker and heavier, its swollen head dark and throbbing. Both of them had little jewels of wet diamond lubricant glistening at their blunted tips.
Jessica murmured, "I wish that girl had a long line of hard cocks to ride. I'll bet she could make very one of them come, before she even considered moving on to the next one. Her little cunt is so tight and hot, so juicy, that nay guy who isn't used to it will go off before he takes more than a few strokes in her."
Bettina stood with her feet apart as she straddled her father's supine body. Chris fondled the girl's slim ankles as he stared up at the pussy he worshipped, that honey-blonde feathering of childlike pubic hair and the glossy labia. She smiled hotly down at her daddy, and lowered her body, crouching as her smooth knees unhinged to drop her astride him.
All eyes were upon the girl as she played her fingertips teasingly over her father's bulging cockhead, as she skipped them up and down the veining of his thick shaft. Bettina was concentrating upon that turgid prick and closing out everyone else, a junior Goddess about to take the sacrifice due her.
Using both small hands to guide her father's glowing bulb up into the humid mounding of her girlish pussy, Bettina brought her crotch down, settling her tiny labia against it, rolling her neatly formed ass. Lauralee watched intently as the flanged cockhead pressed up into the pink cunt lips, spreading them and being forced into the slippery gash of the vagina itself. Slowly the thick meat penetrated and Bettina came down farther, until she had the entire club jammed into her narrow sheath, until the cheeks of her artistically sculptured ass were nestling against her daddy's pelvis.
"Sweet, Daddy prick," she whispered huskily. "Oh, what a nice Daddy prick – so hard and thick, so long. My little pussy has to stretch itself around your cock, Daddy darling. I love it so much."
"Baby," Chris said, "oh baby…"
Lauralee watched the girl rock tenderly upon the man's submerged shaft, and admired the deft suppleness of the slim body grinding so voluptuously. Robbie was eyeing them also, she noticed, the boy's face proud and his eyes shining. Lauralee put out her left hand and felt down into the lushness of Jessica's thighs to cup the luxuriously haired mound. In a moment, the other woman's hand came straying over to fondle Lauralee's vulva.
A few feet away Bettina gyrated faster upon her father's hard meat, panting and trembling. Lauralee saw that the girl meant to have him come, that she wouldn't leave his cock until it had spurted her tight little glove full of his sticky juices.
Jessica said, "She's fucking him all the way, this time. She wants Robbie to have a slippery cunt to screw; Robbie likes to get into a pussy that's just been flooded with come."
Bettina pumped harder, whipping her dainty ass back and forth, her hands flat against her father's heaving belly while the man clung to her opened thighs. "Come in me," she insisted. "Come inside my little cunt, Daddy – ahh, yes, yes! I can feel your cockhead jumping around – oohh! Here it is, Daddy – here it comes, all your beautiful semen spitting up into my cunt!"
Chris' sack leaped and tightened itself to send a hissing stream of his vital fluids leaping high into his daughter's spasming womb. Lauralee saw the wrinkled bag folding in upon itself and envied the child who was receiving that milky fountain of semen. She felt along Jessica's labia, and slid one finger into the rich, hairy lips. Jessica responded in kind, working into Lauralee's clenching hole and pressing upward against the aroused clitoris.
The girl quivered in the rippling throes of her own climax, stiffening out as she came, her head thrown back and her tiny teeth biting down upon her lower lip. But Bettina didn't remain upon her father's prick for more than a second or two thereafter, twisting her delicate ass as she lifted it, so that Chris' dribbling cockhead was snapped out into the air. Curiously, Lauralee watched the slow purling of the man's creamy fluid as it dripped down his pulsing rod.
"Here, baby," Bettina said, moving over to straddle her young husband. "Here's my pussy just the way you like it, darling – all gluey with my daddy's come."
Maneuvering her finger gently inside Jessica's snatch, Lauralee eyed the new coupling as Bettina crammed the other cockhead up into her fiery little box and wriggled down upon its stiffness.
"Fuck me, Robbie!" the girl hissed. "Fuck me just like my daddy did. Ahh, baby – feed that nice hard cock up into my greasy cunt and pump me, screw me unit you shoot off and mix your come with his."
"Hot and soupy," the boy panted. "Like I'm fucking a jar full of boiling oysters – lay it to me, Bettina. See if you can fuck my prick off at the roots."
Lauralee began to squirm upon the knowledgeable finger buried within her pussy, the feminine finger that was so deftly screwed and wisely diddling her clit. They leaned together, she and Jessica, finger-fucking each other while they stared at their children making it so wonderfully together.
Chris moved then, cupping one of his big hands over the churning cheeks of his daughter's trim ass, helping her to shove down harder with every stroke. And with each corkscrewing thrust she made Robbie's testicles bounced upward in a wetly sensuous rhythm.
Jessica head turned her head and was now wiggling her hot, wet tongue into Lauralee's ear, sending wildly exulting thrills spearing through her body. Hunching upon the woman's tickling finger, Lauralee worked her own finger deeper, twirling it against the swollen clit and feeling Jessica plunge madly at the tantalizing stimulation.
"Sweet little bitch," Robbie gasped. "Gorgeous little daddy-fucking bitch – you're chewing on my prick, grabbing it with your pussy muscles – ahhh, baby – baby – uh-uh-UHH!"
Her son was coming; his marvelous young shaft was flexing to send his semen boiling out of the cockhead trapped by slippery velvet, cascading upward to mix his come with that deposited there by his bride's horny father. And Bettina – spectacularly passionate Bettina was jerking insanely as she crested upon her second orgasm within a matter of a few hectic minutes. Her tapered thighs clenched Robbie, and she jackhammered her steamy crotch violently into his pelvis, reaching down to rake his churning belly with her nails.
Biting her lips, Lauralee felt her own snatch doing tricks upon the finger sliding around within it. She re-doubled her efforts to bring Jessica to a climax, tormenting the outsized clitoris until the other woman's soapy glove turned into a greedy cauldron, and Jessica shuddered to a gasping completion.
Only then did Lauralee come; she had struggled to hold back the rapture, so she could be a vicarious part of all the other orgasms. She had waited until her son and Bettina had made it, until Jessica and Chris had also reached those ignitable peaks of eroticism. Then she let go and the thunderous frenzy dissolved her very backbone.
Sighing in the tingling backwash, she clamped tightly upon Jessica's hand, holding it captive between her taut thighs and revelling in the tremulous finger pressure. It was so wonderful, holding the other close and massaging a melon breast, catching the exotic scent of feverishly damp flesh and the rising odors of both their inflamed snatches.
She looked with slightly glazed eyes to see Robbie and the girl glued together in motionless adoration, the man turned upon his side and rubbing his cockhead into the cleft of Bettina's fragile ass. Chris was the only one moving now; the rest of them were held in loving stasis.
Her voice low and whispery, Jessica said then, "He just can't help himself. Chris can fuck that girl over and over again, and be just as horny to get into her sweet little box the next time. If I hadn't made it with Robbie, if I had come up on them while they were fucking, I might have blown it all up. Then they would have run away together; I'm sure of it."
"But you didn't do anything so foolish," Lauralee said, slipping her finger from the oily grip of the woman's hairy mound. "You were very sensible about it all, and now your husband loves you more that ever. IT was different with me, but I could have very easily been stupid and I don't know what would have happened. As it is, we're all together, nobody angry and nobody jealous."
Jessica withdrew her own finger, and Lauralee's cunt felt lonely. The woman leaned forward, lifting her rounded knees and pressing her resilient, large tits against them. "I know; I keep reminding myself how fantastic this is, being able to fuck either of them, and making love with my daughter, with you, too."
Cradling Jessica close, Lauralee kissed her cheek. "We're all very fortunate people, darling. And it gets better all the time; every new blending is more exciting, more stimulating, so much so that I feel as if I'm going to explode and go whizzing off into far spaces. Even if I do, wouldn't that be a marvelous way to go?"
"Perfect," Jessica agreed. "And when the men get their strength back, let's try and make it happen."