There was a warm buzz in Lauralee's head, and she pushed back her glass. Any more whiskey and she'd be smashed. She didn't want that; she wanted to be able to feel every new sensation, to experience all of them without any numbness of mind or body, to keep just this edge.
All the couch pillows were on the floor now, scattered about the carpet haphazardly, fallen wherever anyone had needed one for support or comfort. Lauralee shook her head, realizing what fanatically neat housekeeper she had once been, and knowing now that it had only been a cover-up for her loneliness, a justification of the uptight morals she had carried upon her back for too damned long.
If Marshall were to walk in, she thought, and grinned lopsidely, he wouldn't believe it. She'd always been after him to tidy up his messes, harassing the poor guy about beer cans and ashtrays. As if any of that had been important.
Her ex-husband would fall over if he could see the two deliciously naked women on the living room carpet now – the maturely rounded redhead with the big tits and the exceedingly hairy snatch; the tiny girl looking as if she had been lovingly polished from head to foot, every beguiling inch of that childlike body radiantly lovely. Would Marshall get a hard-on? Would he grunt as if he had been kicked in the balls, and run to call the cops?
Lauralee giggled; even her thought patterns had been changed. Hard-on and kicked in the balls hadn't been in her metaphorical file before.
Chris sat on the stool to her right, sipping a strong highball. On her left was Robbie, finishing off a soft drink. Both their cocks had sagged to limpness after their last furious screwing by Bettina, but Lauralee knew they'd grow again, renewing themselves in eager stiffness. She was more glad than ever that she was a woman, because once her pussy turned juicy, she could just keep on fucking unit she tired herself out. The poor men had to pump so much of their strength out with their ejaculations, and needed time to recover.
Bettina and her mother now – they were stroking each other's bodies, fondling breasts and sometimes lightly touching fingers into the mossy shapings of their mounds. Bettina didn't need time to get horny again; the kid stayed turned on, and Jessica was almost as passionate. They looked terrific together, mother and daughter, built differently, both of them highly attractive, but in varied ways. One of them was bubbling over with youthful vitality and the other simmered with mellowed passions.
Chris said then, "My wife is almost as eager as me to get into our kid's pussy. Some people may think that's pretty weird, but I like it to happen. I only wish we'd had a couple more daughters."
Lauralee stirred. "And a son?"
"Yeah," he answered, "so he could dick the hell out of his mom while I'm screwing his sisters. We could change around more, too. But Robbie here makes up for us not having a boy; he's our boy, as well as yours. It took guts for him to fuck Jessica that first time."
Robbie leaned around his mother and grinned at the man. "Not really; just balls. I wanted to see if she was a good lay, and I was hung up on trying some adult type pussy. Jessica was really ready for it, too."
"Because I was spending all my time sticking the cock to our kid," Chris said. "It sure as hell got better between me and my wife, after we both found out what the other was doing. Now look at her – loving up Bettina."
They fell silent then, watching the sensual tableau unfold as the girl and her mother were squirming together, rubbing their crotches hungrily, the nipples of their breasts kissing, then smuggling into the valleys between the soft globes. Lauralee inhaled a deep breath. Such a short time ago, she would have been terribly shocked by even thinking about such a scene, about two women making lesbian love. And it would have been more horrifying to her, knowing that they were mother and daughter.
Now it wasn't shocking or terrible; it was interesting and exciting, and she was happy for them, applauding their honesty and open desires. Sex ought to start in the family, she though; mothers should teach their sons how to fuck, and fathers should instruct their daughters in screwing. With love and care, the kids would reach adulthood without hang-ups. Then, when the kids married, they could bring their new mates home and introduce them sexually to their parents. Honeymoons would be a hell of a lot more thrilling, she thought.
On the floor, Bettina and Jessica were gracefully, sinuously, moving into the classic position two women use to make love to each other, their heads swinging down, and their legs moving up. Lauralee watched the blonde head and the piquant face slide down the woman's belly, the girl's quick red tongue darting over her mother's translucent skin.
Jessica's red hair trailed over her child's upthrust breasts as the woman worked her own damp pathway down a tremulous tummy. Then, with almost a savage intensity, both plunged their mouths into cunts, and wetly arousing sounds rose from between the thighs. They were lying side by side, each of them with a smooth leg lifted and the other leg outstretched.
Lauralee flinched when her son put a warm hand upon her bare shoulders. Robbie said quietly, "Maybe now is the time, Mom; you know – for us to do what you were talking about? Me slipping it into your ass, and Chris putting it to your pussy, making a sandwich out of you."
Her throat tightened, but she said, "All right. I-I'll go find some cold cream to grease you with. Give me just a second."
Quivering with anticipation, Lauralee hurried into their bedroom and found the jar on her dressing table. Whirling, her long legs flashing, she sped back to them and stood uncertainly, the jar of lubrication clenched tightly in one hand. She wondered just how they were going to go about it, what kind of position each of them would have to take. If things became too complicated, perhaps the fun would go out of it.
"Robbie?" she said helplessly, and her son came to take the cold cream jar from her hand.
As the boy smeared the white stuff copiously over the head of his rising prick, he said, "I guess it would work out better if Chris lies down, and you mount him. Then, once his cock is packed into your cunt, you can lean over on him and that'll open your ass to me. I can squeeze in between both your legs and be careful about how I feed my meat up you. And Mom – if it hurts, just let me know and I'll back right off, okay?"
Chris came close and ran his hands softly over her taut body. "It'll be all right, baby. You'll see. And I'm just as excited about it as you are. It's something new to me, too."
She knelt beside the broad and hairy man as he stretched out on the carpet and spread his legs wide. Chri's thick shaft was lifted powerfully, the heavy, flanged head throbbing and looking bigger than Lauralee remembered. She was just a little afraid that something might happen, that her vagina couldn't stretch far enough, with added pressure being put upon its delicate sheathing by another cock being shoved into her tube. But she meant to try it; oh yes, she was going to try, in spite of her fears.
Smiling, Chris Hartmann held up his hands to her, and she moved to straddle his body. He pussy was damp, turned oily inside and ready for the acceptance of his knob. She set her wet labia against his cockhead and slid down, gasping with pleasure as the sturdy meat pierced her cunt. There; his prick was firmly embedded within her feverish body, and she ground gently upon it before lying down upon Chris and boring her stiff nipples into the man's broad chest, scraping their sensitive points across the curly hair there.
"You're hotter than ever," Chris said. "This sweet pussy is jumping all over the place and boiling around my prick."
Lauralee squirmed gently upon the embedded shaft. "I-I'm just so excited," she answered, and felt the cheeks of her ass flexing wantonly.
And behind her, Robbie began to fondle her hips, stroking his hands down the insides of her thighs, touching the far end of her labia where it was stretched around the heavy root of Chris' cock. Maybe he touched the man's meat, too, she thought, and shivered deliciously. Then she knew the slippery caress of her son's finger as it smeared lubrication into the puckered ring of her asshole.
"Just like before, Mom," he said. "Take it easy and don't tighten up. I think we're going to make it just fine. I've got room enough to get to you, and wow – but your beautiful ass sure looks good to me."
Chris stirred restlessly beneath her heated body. "Hurry up and stick it to your mother, kid. Her cunt is playing games around my meat already."
Lauralee held herself very still, forcing her muscles to relax so that her anus would remain loose. Nuzzling her face into the side of Chris' corded throat, she welcomed the initial kiss of her son's cockhead. The boy was holding her buttocks apart as he steered the rounded tip of his swollen glans, that liberally greased young bud, against he rubbery little opening.
The ring gave imperceptibly, spreading itself very slowly, and Robbie was careful, gentle as he worked the spongy bulb into her body, into that special opening of her tender flesh. She knew the deep, pulsating thrill of it sliding up into a tube that was tighter than ever before because of the pressure from below, the distension of another hard prick buried within her vagina.
An inch of boyish meat was manipulated into her anus, and a little more; expanding slightly and without pain, her hole gave, and Robbie's cockhead slipped into its tight, slippery grip. Lauralee gasped in sublime shock when the rest of her son's stiffly throbbing shaft eased full-length into her narrow hose. She felt a new, excitingly strange combination of pressures, a mixture of fullness below and above as the two marvelous pricks practically met within the secret confines of her flesh, separated only by a thin membrane.
"Ahh," she moaned, "ahh, yes, my darlings, my pair of wonderful lovers, my two beautifully hard pricks – this is fantastic! It's so-so…" and words failed Lauralee in the sweet and hungry violence of such powerfully unleashed emotion.
Below her, Chris moved experimentally, and when Robbie tried a tentative stroke, their rhythm was jerky, uncertain.
"No," Lauralee said. "Let me do it all. Just lie still, Chris; and Robbie darling – you keep your cock buried in your mom's ass, without even wiggling."
She had to improvise a new motion, a lifting, squirming and slow thrust that caused her flesh to glide back and forth upon both their embedded cocks.
She was slippery within, her pussy filled with lubricating jelly and her ass greased by the cream her son had used so copiously upon his lovely, swollen knob. Every small movement was doubly intensified, and her clitoris began to leap, sending hot thrills darting through her hunching, grinding body.
Chris' hands were turned palm up, to basket her tits; Robbie held to the cheeks of her ass, to keep himself in balance. As she eased backward, she could feel the joining of their sacks, the young, downy container resting upon the more bulging, hairier scrotum below. There must be a special arousal in that, for both of them, she thought.
It was impossible to heave herself madly around, even though it was what she wanted to do. A sudden twitch too far, and one or the other of those exquisitely shaped pricks would slip from its hotly adoring hole and be lost to her, at least until it was fumbled back into its juicy nest.
So Lauralee fucked carefully, in slow, exceedingly sensuous grindings that barely moved the ballooned glans within her snatch and up her ass. But she was turning them on more and more; the man's hands trembled upon her breasts, and the boy's fingers dug into the silken mounding of her buttocks. She could hear the ragged gasping of their breaths, and feel the quick shudders begin to wrack their tensed bodies.
For herself, she had never know such filling, this fabulous packing of her most intimate openings, this dedicated and bewitched love.
Before Lauralee realized what was happening, she came. She crested with a convulsive and honeyed beauty that seemed to spray meteors inside her vagina, sparkling bits of liquid flame that found a secret entrance to her asshole, and seared there, also.
They held to her, stayed hard inside her, but without trying to work themselves. Her mind spinning, Lauralee knew what a strain it must be on them, and struggled to be as lascivious, as devouring, as she possibly could. She used her double entrances in grinding wiggles, with spasmodic humps, feeling their combined balls lurching in echo.
"Uhhh!" her son grunted, and held more tightly to her gently churning ass.
Chris muttered deep in his throat, and the man's chest lifted with a reflexive raising of his crotch.
They were about to come; they were very close to ejaculating, and Lauralee hurried to help them, to join them in what had to be one of the most glorious sexual explosions of all times. Her clit thrummed, and she caught her breath, holding it when she felt the gush of her son's semen as it boiled foaming into the snug constriction of her bowels.
A split second later, Chris''s cockhead leaped and his entire club seemed to expand as the sizzling fury came roaring up from his testicles to spew like heated starch throughout her vagina.
Lauralee luxuriated in the loving torrents, in the spitting come, rolling her ass, her crotch swinging in wider arcs. And she clawed for her second orgasm, gritting her teeth in the tumult of a majestic coming.
There was an eternity passing then, a motionless, sun-blazed timelessness when their triangle melted one side into the other, and they were not three separate individuals, but a single entity, fused and welded and soldered. Lauralee was dazzled by a thousand upheavals, as if miniature volcanoes were continually erupting inside her flesh, but their lava as only tenderly searing.
Slowly, she became aware that other hands were passing over her skin, soft, feminine hands that were caressing her in wonder. She lifted her head from the hollow of Chris' throat, and saw the others – Jessica at her right, Bettina at her left side. They stroked her, and fondled the crotches of the men, cupping Robbie's scrotum, probing a dainty finger where Chris' meat was joined to the lips of Lauralee's pussy.
"Oh wow," the girl said in awe, "you really gave them a fucking. I wish my ass was big enough to take a cock that way."
And Jessica murmured, "Mine is, and it will. I just wish these guys had more pricks to use on us."
With care, Robbie started to back out of her anus, and Lauralee felt he son's weakness, the uncertainty of his legs. She knew he was spent by the force of his orgasm.
She moved back and down, when his meat was gone from her tube, sliding her breasts down the man's heaving chest until his cockhead left her snatch and instead trailed a sticky glob of semen between their bellies. Lauralee rolled over then, to lie between her son and this passionate husband of another woman, this horny daddy of the girl who was staring at them all.
Lauralee felt bigger than life.