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.