"That's about all," she told Stacy. "Then your brother called. Someone in his dorm subscribed to Twat and Gerry's roommate borrowed the copy. Gerry saw it, and…"
"Ssshhh!" Stacy purred, stroking her mother's breast. "Don't worry any more. Gerry's always been a horse's ass, if you want to know how I feel. Here, lay back. Let me…" She dropped her head and began to like her mother's nipples. "Doesn't that make you feel better? Hmmmmm?"
Connie smiled wistfully. "It does indeed. Oh, Stacy, for the first time today I feel like living. No, please, don't stop now. Oh! You naughty girl!" Stacy had just transferred her mouth from nipples to bush, and her tongue was streaking up and down the fine line of her mother's snatch.
Yes, thought Stacy, she really needed someone now. She decided she wouldn't go back to Amherst tomorrow.
School was a drag anyway. Most of her classes this term were real bummers, and she couldn't endure the thought of being hassled by Melissa. She needed a change, and her mother needed some loving company.
They were good together, she reminded herself. Maybe Mom had never done it with a girl before, but the old girl learned fast. Old girl? No, Connie certainly wasn't an old girl. A curious, titillating idea came to her as she lapped at her mother's pink gash. Stacy raised her head, brown eyes flashing.
"Tell me," she began. "If it was so easy for you to get into dirty movies by accident, how hard would it be for somebody to do it on purpose?"
Connie's eyebrows lifted. "Oh!" was all she could say.
Connie heard the key in the lock and she knew it must be. Roger. He was right on time. She'd asked him to come over this afternoon for some important conversation.
"Hi, love," she said, going to him for a hug and a kiss. He squeezed her tenderly and didn't let her go when their lips parted.
"How is everything? You sounded low yesterday, and if you hadn't insisted you wanted to be left strictly alone, I'd have been here."
She nodded. She knew. "Yesterday was a bad day. Or most of it was. Come into the living room, hon. I want to talk."
He stretched out on the couch and she knelt beside him, her fingers stroking him from neck to waist. "So," she began. "I'm branded publicly as a porno star now, Roger. The secret is out. If I'm to be hanged, it might as well be for a horse instead of a sheep."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, how would you feel about my doing it again?"
He smiled. "If you want to, Connie, I can arrange it. There've been offers, but I never bothered relaying them, since I didn't think you were interested."
"Let's say I am. Does that make you uneasy, insecure, upset? How do you feel?"
"As long as you want me, Con, I'm going to be wanting you. Nothing will change that."
"I'm glad." She kissed him far a long time, her lips lingering on his while his hand petted the tits that were high and firm inside her clinging sweater. "One condition, though," she said with a sigh, her face close to his and their breath intermingling. "A close friend of mine would like to have a role in it." She saw his eyebrows lift. "You told me yourself that you're always on the lookout for fresh, exciting to be without inhibitions."
He nodded.
"Well?"
"Who is it?" Roger asked.
"Me," said Stacy, coming out of the bedroom.
Her long hair was up with ringlets dangling, and she wore a chic pantsuit that accentuated her tall, slim but busty figure.
"This is Anastasia," Connie announced as Roger sat up. She didn't know if it was the right time to let him know who Anastasia was. He'd find out soon enough, but she wanted to lead into it slowly. Would he be shocked to learn that his mistress had spent most of last night making incestuous lesbian love with her own daughter? Would he be disgusted?
He smiled and took the hand she offered. "Yes," he said, "she's young and attractive as hell, and if that gleam in her eyes is any clue, probably uninhibited enough. Why do you want to be in porno, Anastasia? Are you an aspiring actress?"
"I could care less about acting," she declared. "I think it would be kinky and interesting."
"Well," he mused, "are you really uninhibited? You don't look like a virgin, so I'll skip the obvious questions. What if you had to make love to another girl in front of a camera? Could you do it?"
She giggled, and Connie blushed.
Roger looked from face to face, smiling. "I guess that answers the question. Okay. What about golden showers? That's big nowadays."
"It has its place," Stacy shrugged.
He leaned forward. "What if the script called for a man to ball you and then shit on you? Literally."
"It would be a waste," she replied, standing up. Her hands went to the buttons of her tunic top and she undid them quickly, throwing it open. Stacy was bare underneath, her brown-capped breasts jiggling from her movements. She touched her nipples, sighing as they stiffened at her touch. "Is this a body to shit on?" she challenged him.
"Touche!" Roger laughed. "Well, since this is turning into an audition, why don't you take off the rest of your clothes? I'd like to have a look at all the merchandise."
Connie frowned. She could feel jealously starting to fester in her guts.
Stacy took off her shoes, very slowly, and then she made a simpering face at Roger. "Modesty," she announced, and, her full-sized breasts jiggling provocatively, she walked around her chair, humming as she performed the unseen task of taking off her slacks. "Are you ready?" she asked.
Roger nodded and she came out, wearing garter belt and sheer blue nylons.
"I heard this turns you on," she added.
Roger looked at Connie. "You've been telling tales, I suspect," he told her, standing up. Then, to Stacy, "You're right, Anastasia. It turns me on like you wouldn't believe."
He went to the girl, taking big steps, and he grabbed her up, spinning her around as Connie stared from the couch. His hands were on the bare cheeks of Stacy's ass, squeezing the plump, pliable cushions fiercely, and he set her down only to crush her mouth in a hot, burning kiss. Connie fancied that she could almost smell the sizzling of lips across the room, and her fists clenched angrily. What was he doing? How could he behave this way in front of her? How could Stacy let him?
Stacy was just as startled as her mother. She rubbed her lips and her eyes were enormous. They grew even larger when Roger's head dropped to her tits and he began to suck them hungrily. "Oh!" she said, looking to her mother for guidance.
Connie couldn't stand it another second. She jumped up and ran to join them. Her hands seized Roger's head, pulling him bodily from his oral grasp on her daughter's right nipple. "What are you doing?" she demanded.
"Auditioning Anastasia," he replied calmly. He was no longer sucking the girl, but his hands had gone to her tits and he held her in a death grip. "I think she has potential. Not to mention tasty tits."
Connie was stunned. "This isn't like you, Roger."
He released Stacy's breasts and pulled both women to his side, encircling each of them with an arm. "You might as well get used to it, Connie. If your daughter gets into our business she'll be doing a hell of a lot more than having her breasts licked."
"You knew all along?"
He pointed with his thumb. "You forgot to take the picture off the coffee table," he advised her, "and she's just as recognizable as you were on the cover of Twat. Nearly as sexy, too."
"Nearly?" Stacy asked.
"Nearly," he repeated, nibbling Connie's chin. "This is my main lady and she's number one as far as I'm concerned." Roger let them go. "So you've come to terms about your mother's secret life, have you?"
"Splendidly!" Stacy laughed. "Unfortunately, my brother – oh, screw him! Let's keep it happy, huh? So can you get me into the movies, too? I'm big enough and old enough."
"And sexy enough," Connie confessed. "She wants to do it, Roger. Who am I to stop her?"
"It'll get out eventually," he mused, "and it will be a scandal of sorts. The first mother-daughter team in porno cinema. Twat will have a field day with it. Are you both ready for that?"
"We'll worry when the times comes," Stacy said. "You know, Roger, you and I have one thing in common. We both dig this classy cooze from the Upper East Side. Let's show her how much. Okay?"
Connie blushed around her smile of pride.
She was right, Connie thought as she hurried out of her clothes beside the bed. She and Roger had both made love with her. But was it right? Or was there even such a thing as right? Could it be bad when it felt so good? she asked herself.
"Good God!" Stacy warbled. "Is that thing for real?" She was talking about Roger's cock, which rose of its own power while he was still involved with undressing himself. Connie had to smile. Her lover had a big one all right, and it was very much for real.
She pushed Roger and he stumbled toward the waterbed, flopping down beside Stacy, who made a flying lunge for his dick. She grabbed it with both hands, but enough of the cock stuck out to allow her some delightful licking and kissing, and that was precisely what Stacy began to do. Connie eased onto the bed with them, cupping her breasts as she offered Roger his choice of nipples.
Both her paps were stiff and suckable, and his lips darted from tit to tit as he tested their responses. Connie could sense a growing wetness at her cunt, and she touched herself down there with her middle finger. Her gash parted like melted butter to suck that finger inside. She rode its frantic thrusts while Roger nursed her breasts, till she could stand it no longer. Connie pried her nipples from between his sucking lips, slid forward on the bed, and planted her cunt squarely atop his mouth.
His tongue had a way of moving on her slit, and the bed started to sway beneath them as his head picked up speed. Connie cupped her tits once again, squeezing them till they ached as she relished her man's oral talents.
But no! She was facing the wrong direction! She wanted to watch Stacy, to see what tricks the girl could perform on Roger's cock. It killed her to disconnect his tongue and her snatch, even for a second, but she raised her bottom all the same, turning around quickly. She replanted her bush with a sigh, feeling his little wet snake as it darted inside once again.
A bit further down the bed Stacy was involved with a snake that was certainly not little, though it glistened with the moisture her mouth had already deposited on its stiff length. The girl wooed Roger's hard red cock with her hands and her mouth, as if she couldn't decide whether to suck it or play with it. Connie watched as her daughter shoved it between her lips, only to remove it once again and caress it with her warm, swift hands.
"I think you lucked out," she told her mother as Roger's cock jiggled before her mouth. Stacy's tongue flitted out, tapping the penis at its very apex, lingering there for a second of contact, then darting away once more. She giggled, opened her mouth, and took him in for sixty seconds of slow suction.
A weird feeling came over Connie then. It was as if Roger had been reduced to a cock and a tongue, both organs with no other purpose than to delight herself and her daughter. She had never felt closer to her daughter than she did at that moment, as they shared a man between them.
"Why don't you put it in your cunt?" she suggested. "Then we can touch one another, and…" Her rising voice left the sentence uncompleted but its meaning implicit.
"Right on!" Stacy agreed, and she climbed atop Roger's loins, guiding his prick into her hole. She sank down upon it with a sigh, her tits heaving as she took him all the way up, and she gave her ass a shake to seal the connection. "Talk about having a bellyful," she quipped as she leaned forward to caress her mother's breasts.
The two women came together as they romped above Roger's erotic tools. Their lips met in a kiss that was by far the hottest they had yet shared, and Connie felt her very soul flowing into her daughter's sucking mouth. Hands crossed back and forth, stroking breasts, pulling nipples, reaming navels, even plunging into the cunts that were already filled by Roger's tongue and dick.
And through it all he never wavered once. Stacy bounced in ecstasy op his cock, while his tongue did masterful service on Connie's clit and labia. She wasn't sure, but it seemed that he had never been so orally erotic as at this moment. She could feel her clitoris growing and pulsating where his lips and fingers made it ready for his tongue to love, and she loved him desperately.
Sometimes his tongue strayed from her cunt, into the shadowed crevice of her body, and its dripping tip knocked playfully at the pucker of her asshole. She had only recently lost her anal cherry, after years of fearing that type of intimacy, and the very touch of his tongue made her recall the magical moment when his long, thick pecker had first outwitted her wary sphincter and slid into her rectum. When he licked her ass now, when he tickled it with the tip of his index finger, she wanted to open it wide, to suck his tongue into her shithole.
But instead of that she contented herself with receiving his lingual love as he chose to give it, in her own turn growing more aggressive with Stacy as the girl rocked so closely. She leaned forward, discovering that she could manage to suckle her daughter's fat brown nipples without breaking her connection. The nipples swelled and throbbed in Connie's mouth and Stacy groaned ecstatically as they were sucked and chewed and sucked again.
"Lean back," Connie directed, her head swimming from the nearness of her own climax. Stacy bent herself back as requested, steadying her body with hands on Roger's knees. Connie leaned toward the brown-thatched gash where her lover's cock was at play.
Her tongue flitted among Stacy's pubic curls and tasted the juices which sapped her daughter's bush. But only for a moment. There was plenty more – and she knew where to find it. Connie speared at her daughter's pussy itself, her tongue sharing the splayed labia with Roger's tool.
The sensation was unbelievable. She could feel Stacy's pussy pulsating with life as it was fucked, a pulsation which became frenetic when Connie's tongue joined the party. Now she licked her daughter, now she kissed and dabbed Roger's jabbing prick, and all the while Roger continued to suck her own raw slice. As he felt Connie's mouth join his fucking tool his oral assault intensified. He had four fingers jammed into her hole, his teeth gnawing her fat, sexed-up clit, the tip of his finger knocking for admittance to the tight sanctity of her anus. She wanted to resist him, to maintain indefinitely the incomparable wonder of this moment.
But Stacy was cumming already, her voice breaking as she screamed out her joy, and her lovely pussy rippled around Roger's embedded tool. Connie was licking the battleground and she could feel the tension of her lover's cock, the shudders which raced up and down its length as it continued in and out of Stacy's cunt.
"OH!" Connie exclaimed. "OOHHHHHHHHH!"
Her orgasm burst forth and she flooded Roger's face with the hot cream of her cunt. At almost the same moment she could see his penis surrender in its struggle against Stacy's cuntal vibrations. Roger squirted massively into Connie's daughter as she rocked and rolled above him.
Connie was doing some rocking and rolling of her own at the moment, but she could see Roger's cum pouring from Stacy's gash, spilling in puddles onto his testicles and the base of his cock. White, thick, sweet-smelling – she was certain that she could see steam arising from the huge drops.
"Oh, my God," she moaned, her tongue flying to lap up the semen that would surely have been wasted but for Connie's hungry mouth.
It was Roger's own, definitely. She had drunk his jism so many times she could never forget its beautiful taste. But mixed with it was a fresh, delightful essence that belonged solely to her daughter. And as Connie sampled the blending with her tongue she knew that she loved both of them more than she could express. They were hers, and she was theirs, and that was how it had always been intended to be.
Cum glistened on Connie's lips and chin when she finally lifted her head. Her thighs ached from the exertion of straddling and clutching Roger's face, and she rolled onto her back beside him. Stacy too was picking herself up, Roger's cock popping out of her vagina, and a few remaining trickles of his cum oozed from her slit to course slowly down the insides of her legs as she went to her mother.
Connie offered her lips for kissing, and Stacy wasn't too proud to accept them. The girl's tongue laved her mother's face, cleaning away stray bubbles of jism, her eyes brightening as she savored the taste, and they were busy with one another, so busy they scarcely looked in Roger's direction.
"That was your party," he told them. "I think this time will be mine."
The women broke off their kiss and both of them turned toward Roger. He knelt beside them, his cock wet, still hard. His hands reached to Connie.
"Is that for me?" she husked.
"You'd better believe it," he assured her. "So get it while it's hot."
She went onto her chest and knees, her ass uplifted. Between her slightly spread thighs the brawn-fluffed bun of her cunt presented itself for the admiration of all, and before Roger even had a chance to stick his cock in, Stacy was rubbing the wet pink slit with her index finger. She kissed it one time only, but it was a kiss of adoration and special tenderness and, without looking, Connie sighed, "Oh, Stacy!"
"It's all yours," Stacy smiled, sliding out of the way, and Roger moved into position. "Oh, let me," the girl added, her hand gripping his cock. She steered it to her mother's slit, rubbing the large purple knob up and down the labial folds. With her fingers she spread Connie's cunt, using her other hand to insert the head of Roger's dong. "Take it away," she said then. "And give her hell, if you don't mind."
Roger proceeded to do just that. He stabbed Connie's bush with his tool, making her cry out passionately, and after holding himself in her a minute for soaking, he broke into a rabbit-fucking tempo. The bed shook so violently Stacy felt the impulse to hang on, lest she be thrown to the floor. And what better to hang on to, than the joined bodies of her mother and Roger? No one was doing anything to her at the moment, but it was exciting enough to watch the mighty sweep of Roger's peter as it slammed in and out of Connie's puss.
Her mother really had lucked out. Roger was some hunk of man. Compared to him, Stacy's other lovers had all been little boys. And her mother was a dynamite slice of woman, too. Come to think of it, maybe Connie wasn't the only one who'd lucked out. Stacy was doing pretty damned well herself. She had both of them for her personal use. They had one another, she corrected herself.
No one was using anyone else in the negative sense.
It was one for all and all for one, just like the Three Musketeers but a hell of a lot more fun, she was certain.
Stacy's pussy itched unbearably, in spite of the drenching blasts of semen with which Roger had filled her, and she found herself stroking it unconsciously as she watched her mother and Roger going to town. By the time she realized that she was diddling herself she had all four fingers inserted while her thumb strummed back and forth on her pubic mound. She touched her tits with her free hand, squeezing the nipples so fiercely they should have gushed a river of milk, but that was one trick she couldn't manage in spite of her aching desire. What to do now? she asked herself. Frig herself till they finish and see what was available then?
That was a passive role, and Stacy rebelled at passivity of any kind. Sometimes she was too aggressive, it seemed, but her aggressiveness last night had been rewarded splendidly. She crawled toward Roger, her hand still active in her pussy, and she began to work her head between his braced thighs as he kept on screwing Connie.
Her finger roved up and down the crack of his ass, dipping low enough to nudge his swinging scrotum, and she worked her face between his buttocks too, tongue plunging in to moisten his anal opening. Some guys got off on that, she was very much aware. She thought of something else that guys occasionally went for, and a wicked smile captured her lips.
Stacy withdrew her hand from its lodging in her cunt. The fingers were sopping wet from her juices and she sniffed at their fragrance, testing it with her tongue in passing. She sometimes liked to suck her fingers clean after masturbating, but not right now. Instead she applied her wet digits to Roger's anus, greasing it with her fluid. He squirmed as she touched him, asking, "What's on your mind, Stacy?"
"Buggery," she replied smirkily, adding her tongue and its coating of saliva to the lubricants on Roger's asshole. He wiggled as she oiled him, but he didn't resist.
Not even when she began to work her middle finger into the rectal outlet. "Loosen up," she begged. "You'll dig this."
He loosened, enough to let her wedge the fingertip, and after that, complete insertion was easy as pie. Roger moaned as her finger suddenly overcame his anal resistance and entered him to the hilt. Stacy moaned too, for his ass was deliciously tight. It took all her strength to pull the finger back for a fresh diving plunge, but when she managed, it was everything she had hoped it might be.
She fucked his ass with her finger, taking special care to prod his prostate erotically. Roger was definitely one of those guys who got off on it, she noted proudly. And as she kept on reaming his asshole she leaned in her lips smacking a kiss upon his swaying scrotum.
It spurred him to new heights as he screwed her mother. Stacy could hear the screams that burst from Connie's lips as Roger's penile invasion took on a character she had never known before. One for all and all for one, Stacy reminded herself, and she began to suck one of his tender nuts. She was gentle with him, for she knew how delicate the jewels were, but she made up for her oral gentleness by turning her ass-probing finger into a lance of cruel but lovable stimulation.
His asshole gripped her like a vise, in return, and when he moved his hips in a certain impulsive manner she stifled a cry of sudden dread. Christ! She'd been almost positive he was on the point of breaking off her Goddamned finger! In revenge she stabbed him deeply, and her fingertip pushed his prostate like a salesman rings a doorbell.
"Nnnggghhhhhhh!" Roger wailed, his voice rising a full octave, and Stacy knew that she'd done him a favor indeed. He rocked forward, throwing all his weight upon Connie's uplifted ass, and Stacy could smell the cum that he was shooting into her mother's wet quim. His anus throbbed on her finger and she had to get it out for fear it really would break right off.
Connie's braced knees collapsed and she fell smack onto the mattress, water sloshing inside the bed. Again that dizzy, swaying sensation, and Stacy's head felt as if it were full of sloshing water too. Roger dropped with Connie, still fucking her cunt, but the shudders of his ass were decreasing. He was very nearly fucked out.
It was too bad they didn't have a camera on hand, Stacy thought smugly. They didn't make anything sexier than this. She watched as Roger slid off Connie, his cock wilted, smeared with globs of white cum that made Stacy's tongue tingle. She was on the verge of going down on him, of cleaning him off with her mouth – until she saw more of the jism leaking from her mother's pussy.
Stacy dropped, worming between her mother's parted legs, and as her mouth made contact she heard Connie say, "Huh?" in a fuzzy, surprised voice. But Stacy wasn't listening to voices. She moved her tongue, coating it in the cream that lined her mother's snatch, and as she lapped it up she wondered if she could ever get enough of this tasty brand of sex. Maybe she wouldn't even bother with dirty movies. She could get all she needed without leaving her mother's bedroom. But save the decision-making till, later. Right now – eat, eat, eat!