Dawn Cummings

Her sensuous search

CHAPTER ONE

The memory of the desk clerk's lecherous grin was still with Lauralee as she opened the door to one of the adjoining rooms and went inside. But she was just too woozy to wonder about the man's lifted eyebrow or the stupid question he had put to her when she registered. Didn't everybody stay all night in a motel? She couldn't imagine many people leaving at two a.m.

Dropping her only luggage, the overnight case, upon a chair, she blinked around the room and heard her son and his brand new bride laugh, through the door that connected their rooms. She frowned; neither of them had the decency to be embarrassed, and they should be. Not only because they had run away to Reno to get married – and both of them so damned YOUNG – but also because Robbie's beat-up old car had broken down and he'd had to call his mother to come rescue them.

Lauralee shrugged off her sensible coat and looked around the room. She shouldn't have had those two strong drinks; she wasn't at all used to alcohol, and they had made her drowsy, so of course the only logical thing to do was stop at the first motel along the highway. And it was expensive. Silly newlyweds never considered expenses, or jobs, or planning ahead; they just leaped into marriage as if it was going to be one long and rosy romance.

She blinked at her surroundings: a huge, round water bed over there, entirely surrounded by blue mirrors; even the ceiling above it was mirrored, and she thought, HOW CRUDE. The entire room seemed to shriek of sexuality. Lauralee's lip curled.

Walking over to the bed, she leaned to touch it gingerly, and drew back at the quiver of the thing. Next door, the girl giggled again, and Lauralee bit her lips remembering her own wedding night, the pain and ugliness, the farce that had continued throughout her marriage. But she strongly suspected that this wasn't the first time her son had been to bed with Bettina, and wondered why the girl was laughing. Maybe she was a good actress; so many women were, simply because they had to be.

Shaking her head, Lauralee walked to the bathroom and checked the shower stall for cleanliness. It would do, so she strode back into the bedroom, unbuttoning her blouse. Balancing primly upon the edge of a chair, she took off her shoes and noticed the time on her wristwatch. Time for the late news, she thought, and turned on the television set, then slid from her skirt and pulled her slip over her head as the set warmed up.

Her bra and panties were plain white and serviceable, nothing frilly and fancy; she had never even worn the lacy sets that her husband had brought home that first year. They were still packed away in a trunk. Maybe his new wife or girlfriend wore such things.

She was reaching around behind her back and had just unhooked her bra when her eyes fell on the TV screen. Lauralee gasped, and her knees unhinged themselves in a total shock that dropped her back into the chair, the bra slipping from her nerveless hand.

What she was seeing was IMPOSSIBLE, but there it was, in flaming and outrageous color – the close-up of a man's thing working back and forth into a woman's organ!

Stunned, she stared in disbelief at the terrible picture, at the veined penis sliding greasily, powerfully into a hairy mound whose lips were puggy and inflamed, at the rhythm of the furry testicles that swung back and forth. Oh no, she though as her head whirled – oh no! It couldn't be; things like that were never shown on television.

It was horrible, and she felt the muscles of her stomach go tight, her thighs draw themselves together protectively. That penis looked so huge, and the woman's labia seemed to writhe. There was sound, too – that awful, wet noise of oily meat slipping into a soapy sheath, that damp slapping of the sack against the cleft of an uptilted pair of rolling buttocks.

Lauralee had never seen anything like it before; she had never even looked closely at her own husband's thing, and, after the so-called honeymoon, had always turned off the lights when Marshall had insisted upon his husbandly rights. She tired to force herself from the chair, to move forward and turn off the detestable picture, but somehow her long legs refused to work.

The camera panned back, and she could see the couple in full. Even though they were obviously perverted, they were acceptably good-looking, and she was amazed that two such normal-appearing people would dirty themselves that way, by allowing their animalistic performance to be filmed. And the way the woman was squirming and heaving, moaning deep in her throat, as if she was really enjoying the brutal thrusting of the man's thick organ.

The chill that had numbed the back of Lauralee's neck changed subtly as the woman called out shamelessly that she was coming, coming, and the camera zoomed in tight again to show the man's sack leaping convulsively as he also reached his orgasm. Lauralee hadn't known it did that, and she frowned again when she realized that the nipples of her breasts had grown erect.

She gripped her thighs, her fingernails digging into tender flesh as she watched the penis itself, withdrawn from the woman's vagina, the slow oozing of creamy semen that dripped down the red and swollen shaft. Then she gasped, for suddenly a mouth was up close to the thing, a smiling mouth with red lips and a pink tongue darting. The tongue lapped at the thickly sliding semen and drew the pasty stuff into her mouth.

Lauralee shuddered violently. She knew that such perversions went on in the world, but she had never had the slightest idea that she would be personally exposed to them. How depraved could people get? She fought to stand up, to blot out the nauseating scene, but her legs betrayed her.

There! The shameless bitch was actually taking the greasy glans into her mouth, drawing it deeply and sucking on it. Lauralee could see the woman's throat working and make out the in-dipping of the cheeks. How could she stand the very idea of doing that, much less the taste, which must be icky? It was bad enough to be forced to touch a man's penis, but to take it in your mouth!

Blurring back, the camera showed how the man was stroking the long, blonde hair, how he was hunching his thing into the girl's face; and they were groaning together, wiggling as if what they were doing was divine.

There were other angles, the man's taut face, a shot of his sack moving, and a strange one of the woman's had caressing her own vulva as she continued to suck lustily upon the penis in her mouth. Was she going to – to finger herself? Yes, there it was in all its forbidden starkness, the finger prodding the frothing labia and fondling those obscenely gaping lips before slipping inside. She was masturbating then, humping upon her hand and stroking the finger into her vagina as she pulled and chewed noisily upon the man's stiff organ.

Lauralee trembled when she discovered that she was caressing her own mound, that its resilient mattress was pulsing beneath the wayward hand. She jerked away her fingers and closed her eyes. Enough of this shocking thing! She would simply turn off the set and go take a cooling shower. She told herself that was why she was slipping her panties down her legs.

The close-up of the finger moving within the steaming, hairy slot hypnotized her, entranced her, and she quivered when she made little, tentative movements across her mound. She had always been told this was debasing, but the actress seemed to be enjoying it so, and surely it couldn't hurt to just see…

Lauralee shot bolt upright in the chair when her fingertip slipped all too easily between her labia and inadvertently touched something that flashed wet flames throughout her tensing body. It was so strange, a queer thrill that she sought again. On the screen the other woman's finger was blurring swiftly now, and the entire curly-haired mound was surging lasciviously.

Cutting to the man's distended penis, the screen showed his sack leaping again, and the woman spread her lips just slightly so that the viewers could watch the veritable cascade of creamy semen that was drenching her mouth. Thick and pearly, the heavy juice spurted far back into her throat, and the woman choked it down, swallowing rapidly while her super-active tongue looped over and around the geyser-like glans.

She was actually drinking the fluid down, Lauralee thought dazedly; the otherwise stunningly attractive woman was gulping down a man's seminal liquid and acting as if it was the most delicious, the most gratifying stuff in the world. Lauralee trembled upon her finger, and worked it hesitantly back and forth.

Her husband's thing had never felt this good; he had forced it into her on their wedding night, had forced it into her virginal body without regard to her sensitivity, never even considering that she might have been repulsed by the whole thing. And even though what she was doing was almost as bad, she was at least getting some enjoyment from it.

Just as the actress was; look how her beautiful thighs were contracting as she rode her finger – no! TWO fingers – rotating her pelvis and pumping her crotch with the same hungry motions she had used in copulating with the man only a minute before. It looked so real, so thrilling, and Lauralee found herself almost matching the woman's frenzy, rocking her hips in unaccustomed movements that were reaching frenzy.

It was good; it was devilishly exciting and sinfully sweet. She could feel it building, a weird pressure in her thighs and growing in her lower groin. Lauralee ground sensuously upon her finger, cupping the others over her heaving mound and pushing her long legs out in front of her, practically lifting off the chair cushion as she thrust and recoiled, stroked and pulled back.

Heat spread within her slippery vagina, and a bright little ember fanned itself into white-hot flame at her clitoris, that little center of passion that she had long thought was withered and useless. Eyes fixed mesmerized upon the TV screen, Lauralee bucked in the throes of her first orgasm, biting her lips and moaning, her head rolling limply from side to side as she reached the hissing, tumbling crest of a mighty, smashing wave.

She had come.

Oh Lord, she had come at last. It was a marvelous release, an emotional explosion that had loosened every fiber of her body, all the nerves that had so long been denied this rapture. She held her finger deep within her flexing vagina and shuddered in the swirling backwash of her climax, her eyes closed and open, closed and open.

They were doing something else on the screen, and she thought fuzzily, so soon? Lauralee blinked, and slowly realized that another woman had entered the room there, a woman with different-colored hair and a differently proportioned body, one who wore a diaphanous and revealing babydoll nightie. As Lauralee stared, this new actress slipped out of the gown and walked gracefully to the couple resting upon the bed.

Stirring her finger gently within her sensitized slit, Lauralee watched with heightening interest, to see what would happen next. She fought the feeling of guilt that threatened to overwhelm her, and concentrated upon the screen while she luxuriated in the juicy arousal of her vagina. She could blame the alcohol, her mental upset at the precipitous marriage of her son, the jolt of seeing dirty movies on TV, anything. But she refused to feel sinful; it was impossible, when she felt so good.

She saw the other woman join the lovers upon the bed, and as the man rolled aside to give them room, Lauralee knew another electric jolt: the two women were caressing, pushing their naked bodies together without shame, fondling each other's heavy breasts and kissing, running their tongues together. She could plainly see the brown-haired mound grinding into the blond one, and sucked in a deep breath as the blonde wrapped her legs around the other woman. Lauralee's finger stopped feeling around inside her sheath; she thought that was going altogether too far.

But as the camera held upon them, the scene began to seem less dirty; there was something almost beautiful in the tender way they were caressing each other, a gentleness that the man hadn't shown. Their hands fluttered like butterflies, softly, beguilingly, and Lauralee thought that was the way a man should love a woman, very tenderly – not ramming his swollen thing savagely like a lust-mad animal.

One of them was kissing the other's globular breasts, nuzzling each nipple in turn, and Lauralee's finger began to slide again, teasing into her slit and seeking to bring back that tickly, mind-expanding goodness. Now the blonde was lying on top of the dark-haired woman, and the man was kissing them both and rubbing his organ along their gleaming thighs. But they seemed to be paying little attention to him.

Why, Lauralee thought in surprise, they were trying to – to do it together, and they ought to know that couldn't be done. They simply weren't built like that; one of them had to possess a male thing. But she had to admit that it looked interesting as they thrust together, grinding their crotches and trembling as they continued to kiss hotly.

When the camera cut to a close-up of the moving vulvas, Lauralee's eyes went wide. She could see a clitoris that looked very much like a man's rod, only much smaller, and she could also see that the two slits were meeting, stimulating each other. It was fantastic.

It was also voluptuous, and she began to build up the magic rhythm again, her eyes fixed upon the screen, her thighs spreading themselves wider as she rooted deeper with the probing finger, pretending she was one with the women.

"Ummm," she murmured, "uummm – it's – so – good!"

Furiously, then, she rubbed her vibrant clitoris and plunged her finger into the suctioning grip of her sizzling hole, rolling her buttocks and gasping as the wonderful feeling came boomeranging through her vagina once more. She had hoped it would be as wild as last time, but it was even better. Lauralee let out a soft cry as she came, and her bare heels drummed a spasmed tattoo upon the motel carpet.

Slowly, she came back to the world around her, to the sounds issuing from the television set, and the flashing colors there. Her head was spinning, and far back in a newly discovered corner of her mind, Lauralee Jergens was beginning to wonder just where the hell she had been all her life.

"Oh wow," the voice said and it didn't come from the screen.

Lauralee jerked her head around and wanted to die on the spot. Her daughter-in-law stood just behind the chair, looking petite and beautiful in a flowing nightie that clung to the almost childlike curvings of her small, youthful body. And the girl was staring down at the spot where Lauralee's finger was still embedded into the wet lips of her vagina. There could be no mistake about what had been going on.

Bettina said again, "Oh wow – I never would have thought it. I mean, not YOU."

Choking it out, Lauralee managed to say: "P-please – just let me…"

Swiftly, the girl went to her knees beside the chair and put a soft arm around her shoulder. "Hey – I'm not putting you down for masturbating, Lauralee; nothing like that. I was just shook up, that's all. It's the TV, right? You had no idea you were checking us into an X-rated motel and I'll bet you never saw anything like that before."

"I'm not," Lauralee said, trying to sneak out her finger, "never – it really isn't…"

"You know," Bettina purred, her hand sliding down the shoulder to brush across one of Lauralee's full breasts, "you really are a beautiful woman. I had you figured for an iceberg, but after watching you riding your hand like that…"

It was all wrong, but Lauralee had no idea how to go about getting out of it. She couldn't very well scream and bring her son running in from next door; not while she was naked like this. She flinched when Bettina's fingers began to toy with a nipple, and shivered as the girl's spicy, warm breath tingled in her ear. Not Bettina, she thought wildly, crazily.

"Beautiful," the girl whispered, "and according to Robbie, you haven't even looked at a man since you were divorced – or a woman, either. All that long, sinuous body going to waste, and these lovely tits – not big, but shaped so well."

Lauralee tried, even though her body was weak and she couldn't get her mind to track properly. "Bettina, please – you mustn't…"

"Between those porn movies and the screwing I just had, I'm already turned on," Bettina said, cupping both breasts now and kissing Lauralee's throat, "but you turn me on more. How about that? I'm suddenly hot for my mother-in-law."

"N-no," Lauralee whispered, but the girl was suddenly between her knees and the ripe young mouth was reaching up for her own. The quick wet tongue was thrusting into her weak lips, and there was a hand, a strange, very soft hand caressing her mound.

She felt firm breasts crushing her own, and a silken vulva burning into her own, and the motel room spun dizzily as her tongue met Bettina's, as their panting breaths mixed. Lauralee knew that she was lost.

CHAPTER TWO

Somehow, clinging for support to the girl, Lauralee made it to the bed, and it gave sensuously beneath her collapsing body, rolling as if it, too, had come alive and was turned giving and resilient.

Lauralee was panting, biting her lips, and there was a fierce struggle going on within her head. She was confused, frightened, ashamed, the emotions whirling and changing in swift patterns, but always the strong one came to the fore – that new, overpowering hunger. Two violent orgasms had only whetted that strange appetite, not slaked it.

She was hot; oh Lord, she was hot. Fiery lances of passions seared her tensed flesh and stabbed deep within her aroused vagina. It was all wrong; what she was feeling had to be obscene and unlawful, and – and…

But Bettina's hands were fondling her breasts, and the girl's spicy mouth was nibbling at her throat. Her daughter-in-law's hands were roaming, caressing, one of them stroking the dampened moss of Lauralee's vulva, the other fondling hips and thighs, and she was helpless beneath those knowing touches.

She found herself revelling in the satiny flesh squirming against her own, in the kisses Bettina was showering upon her skin. She dared to put her arms around the slim, warm body. That stunned but yet logical part of her mind insisted that what she was doing was taboo, that this lovely girl was now a member of her own family. Lauralee's body refused to listen, and her lean belly was sliding avidly across the girl's.

"Such beautiful tits," Bettina murmured. "They're as firm as mine, but darker, and wonderfully sculptured. Oh, I love them."

Lauralee gasped when the girl kissed her nipples, when she felt a finger working its way expertly up into the already flowing lips of her vagina. Then Bettina closed her hot mouth over one tip, and Lauralee arched in swift response. Her former husband had kissed her breasts, but never like this, never so deftly and lasciviously, never lifting such sparks of prompt desire within her body.

She wiggled slightly upon the finger embedded within her sheath, and Bettina promptly probed the clitoral hood to tease the center of all feeling. Closing her eyes, Lauralee gave up fighting anything, and allowed her body to take over, to respond on its own, without direction on her part. She didn't know what to do, anyway. She knew only that Bettina felt marvelous in her arms, that she felt tenderness and gentleness, and a great, pervasive craving.

The girl's hot mouth was slipping farther down her body, the wet, tickly tongue drawing a fiery trail over her rib cage, then down to her quaking tummy.

"A crazy pussy, too," Bettina whispered. "All that cunt hair, so rich and black, so deep. It's steaming, Lauralee."

Lauralee jerked uncontrollably when she felt hot breath blowing into the edge of her pubic hair, when she learned the flicking caress of that educated tongue. Now Bettina's hands were firmly gripping her thighs, spreading them wider, and her drilling tongue burrowed its way into the shaggy hair.

Now it thrust deep into the fur, and strongly against her labia, sending a shock wave throughout Lauralee's straining body. Her vulva quivered, and she gasped when the girl's tongue delved through the lips and into the pulsing wet cavity itself. She had never felt anything like it, never even imagined the sensuous contact or the spiralling thrills that shot up into her vagina.

Then Bettina was shoving her entire face into Lauralee's crotch, forcing her mouth to cover the shuddering cunt lips, and sucking – oh Lord, SUCKING! Colors flashed before her eyes, and keening sounds hissed through her clenched teeth. Oh no – it just couldn't be happening to her, she couldn't be letting this occur.

But she was and it was, and her entire aching body was glorying in the experience, wriggling and heaving, and the nipples of her breasts were so rigid they felt as if they might snap off. Her thighs moved together, caressing the honey-blonde head between them, and Bettina's hands fondled the uptilting cheeks of Lauralee's ass.

ASS, she thought; not buttocks, but ASS, and the honesty of the word was good inside her head. She rolled her ass and surged her pelvis, forcing her pussy lips deeper into the eagerly gulping mouth fastened so greedily to them. The girl's tongue darted and curled, acting like a small penis within the satin folding of the sheath, and Lauralee revelled in the magic sensations that were flooding her being.

The girl was almost her own daughter, but she was sexy and experienced, and she was driving Lauralee almost insane with rapture. Ecstasy raced through her belly, through her pussy, oh yes, her CUNT, and that was wonderful, too.

Bettina moaned into the churning pussy, and Lauralee clamped down with her thighs, imprisoning the girl's face, trying to draw it completely into her inflamed vagina. Bettina licked hotly, finding the vibrant clitoris and tantalizing it until Lauralee bucked wildly. When the girl pulled the nubbin into her teeth and worried it, Lauralee went completely mad.

White-hot explosions burst within her seething pussy, and her asshole drew into a knot. With her belly heaving and her back arching, Lauralee twisted upon the marvelous impalement of that ravenous mouth. She cried out some wordless sound of joy, and dug her long fingernails into the girl's thick hair, humping and thrusting shamelessly into her mouth, against those teeth, into the devious whirlings of that superbly trained tongue.

It was magnificent. Her flesh convulsed and her pussy contracted. She went into a frenzy of grindings and pumpings, moaning and gasping for breath. There had never been anything like this in Lauralee's life, never anything so masterfully beautiful, and she let herself go limp in the powerful backwash of her tremendous orgasm.

Dimly, she was aware that Bettina had lifted that adoring mouth from her pussy, and she felt the girl kissing a slow and teasing path back up her supine body. But Lauralee couldn't move. The warm, soft lips edged to her breast and lingered there while the slippery tongue played over the aching nipple.

Lauralee stirred, coming slowly back to herself as her young daughter-in-law kissed her throat. She caressed the girl's sleek body, her fingers gradually learning the silken texture of the flawless skin and the shaping of the delectable buttocks.

Then the enchanted mouth was softly pressing her own, the oily tongue penetrating her mouth, and Lauralee accepted it happily even as she realized that she was being given a taste of her own pussy juices. Her pulses thundered anew at the thought, and she found herself sucking upon Bettina's tongue.

The girl was locked firmly between her spread thighs now, and Lauralee knew the wondrous softness of a humid pussy being forced against her own. Just as the two actors had done on TV, she thought dizzily, and it was working; she could feel the pressure as Bettina sought to rub their clits together. Her long, lean legs raised themselves and curled around the slim body, so that she could help, so she could draw the beautiful girl closer.

Oh, it was so thrilling! Their breasts moved together, nipples brushing nipples, and Lauralee locked her legs around her lover's moving, thrusting body. Cunt to cunt, they stroked together, and it was slippery, juicy, the occasional touching of their clits a fabulous sensation.

They were actually doing it, Lauralee thought; they were really FUCKING. She wriggled and rolled back upon her shoulder blades, so the girl could use her clit like a miniature penis – no, a PRICK – and moved her crotch with welcoming, sinuous motions. Locked in each other's arms, their mouths and their bodies welded together, they screwed blissfully, the perfect tenderness bringing a slow but deeply gratifying love to them. Lauralee was ecstatic. She knew only a momentary stab of guilt, soon gone and gladly denied. She knew only a passing moment of regret that all of her thirty-six years had been wasted, before this night.

Her husband could have done this to her, if only he had been kind and gentle instead of such an animal. Marshall might have made her body sing, too. But Lauralee doubted that; he was just a man, without the delicate touch this adorable girl owned, without her assurance.

"That's the way," Bettina panted. "That's the way to lay that rich cunt up to me, baby. Oh yeah, yeah – you can really grind it, Lauralee. Oh wow, and I thought you were frigid, all uptight. Man, how wrong I was – oohh! – you're a hot lay, a real – hot – screw!"

Lauralee pushed back at the girl's plunging crotch, grinding to bring their clits together, because she was a hot lay, because it felt so good to be wanted and loved and appreciated. They were giving to each other, not one of them simply taking from the other because he was bigger and stronger. Pussy to pussy, they churned and hunched, bringing themselves inexorably to a shivering climax. It was sweet and piercing, that orgasm, fulfilling and warm.

In lassitude, Lauralee clung to this wonderful girl her son had married, cuddling the slim, delicate body close and holding their tingling cunts plastered together. The water bed beneath them rocked sensuously, cradling them, lulling them. Somewhere beyond, the porno movie went on, or maybe it was another one. This time, the moans of the women and the gasping of men seemed like music; now Lauralee could read the notes and catch the rhythm. It was a melody for lovers.

Bettina rolled easily off her body and lay to one side, a forearm across her eyes, small, round breasts rising and falling rapidly. Lazily, Lauralee watched the movement of the pink nipples. She wondered how they would taste, if she dared to wrap her tongue around them. Funny, she thought; she had never entertained such a thought before. Did it mean that she was a lesbian, that what had gone wrong in her marriage had been HER fault, and not Marshall's?

She kept staring at the delicious-looking cones of the girl's breasts, and her eyes wandered down the supple length of the delicately formed body, so small and youthful, to the patch of curly, darkly golden hair nestled between slender, perfect thighs. No wonder her son had been so intrigued by Bettina; no wonder he had run away and married her.

Lauralee blinked. Her SON; she had been doing all these lascivious things with her own son's wife, with a girl even younger than Robbie. But – and she frowned – but this girl did it with him, too. Bettina couldn't be a lesbian, if she enjoyed screwing men also. Could she? Lauralee was confused. Too many things were happening to her at once, and she was having difficulty coping.

On the screen across the room, someone said huskily, "Oh eat me, darling – eat my pussy."

Trembling, Lauralee reached out one hand and cupped the child's appealing breast. Her thumb and forefinger rolled the erectile nipple between them. Mesmerized, she leaned closer, and nuzzled into the dainty valley between the twin globes. They were soft and scented, rounded and beguiling. Lauralee's tongue eased out and toyed with the pink tip. Bettina shivered, but didn't take her arm down from her eyes, and Lauralee knew a lifting of confidence.

By not moving Bettina had told her silently that the girl's spectacular body was hers for the taking, for using as she saw fit. It was a strange moment, when Lauralee realized that, when she knew she could do anything with another person's naked flesh – handle it, kiss it, pat and fondle and caress – even hurt it, if she so desired.

All she wanted to do was to love this captivating body, to bring it as much pleasure as it had given her. Lauralee refused to think beyond this scintillating moment, to go past the NOW of love. Sometime, somewhere she would have to turn this radiant child back to her new husband. But she didn't want to think of that dreary moment, and put it out of her head.

Tenderly, she sucked upon the girl's nipple, relishing its flavor, its aroma lying perfumed upon her tongue. She played her hands over Bettina's flesh, over the narrow hips and across the flat stomach. Inch by inch, her fingers strayed ever closer to the charming nest of pubic hair so gleaming and soft. Lauralee touched it, and was thrilled by its silken texture, by the damp heat rising through its ringleted moss.

She peered down, releasing the breast from her lips with reluctance, but drawn by something far more compelling. Cupping the downy mattress of Bettina's mound with one palm, she kissed the girl's tremulous belly, and wriggled the end of her tongue into the dimpled belly button.

Bettina moved then, twitching at the wet tingle, and Lauralee moved farther down, trailing her lips over creamy skin. There were the labia, pulsing red and symmetrical beneath their covering of glistening fur. The pussy lips seemed to be pulsing, to be awaiting the caress that would bring them leaping and writhing. Lauralee didn't wait any longer. She probed down into the fleecy bush and licked the full and pouting labia. She tasted musk, and exotic spices she couldn't identify, and her own breasts ached with need.

Turning her body and positioning herself between the girl's spread legs, Lauralee slid her palms beneath the dainty cheeks of Bettina's ass, and stared down into the opened pussy. Moaning then, she plunged her feverish face into that adorable crotch, into the silken hair and against the pulsating labia. She drove her extended tongue greedily into them, through their rubbery clinging and into the steamy hole.

As Bettina gasped and rolled her belly, Lauralee exulted. She was doing it, licking another woman's most private part, feeling around the velvet sheath with her tongue and raking her teeth gently against the spongy cunt lips. Using her tongue the way she remembered the girl doing it, Lauralee drilled deeply, and withdrew with quick little curlings.

Her daughter-in-law hunched tempestuously to her mouth, and Lauralee sucked, trying to draw all the honeyed sweetness down her throat. It was slick, wondrous liquid, fantastically intimate juice that taste of love, beautiful, horny love. It bathed her chin and cheeks, and all she could think of was a seedless, ripe pomegranate.

There was the clitoris, the quivering, succulent little clit, hidden in its protective covering; Lauralee's tongue found it quickly. She was growing more experienced with every passing moment, and thought perhaps experience really wasn't necessary like this, woman to woman. Now that she knew her own body, she also knew those of other women. Far better than any man could know them, she was certain.

Drawing upon the clit, she manipulated its nubbin with her tongue, circling it, pressing down, then releasing. Bettina was squirming fervently, rocking her sleek hips from side to side and humping, grinding, smearing her glossy cunt into Lauralee's mouth. Lauralee ate it, tried to devour it, to swallow it down and take its sugared juices forever into herself.

"Oh darling!" Bettina cried out. "Oohh – you're giving me the most wonderful head! Lauralee – ooh baby – you're driving my little clit crazy. You're making me come, darling – COME!"

Lauralee felt the churning of the girl's fiery snatch, the shudders that wracked the small and twisting body. She could almost come herself, she thought; it was so good to be able to give such rapture to another, so stimulating and delightfully wanton, to be eating pussy like this.

Lifting her face from the soggy, palpitating mound, she licked greedily at the overflowing lubrication and sat back upon her knees to stare down at the girl's flexing body.

That was when she caught something at the corner of her eye and turned to see her son standing in the connecting doorway between the rooms.

CHAPTER THREE

Lauralee rolled off the bed and fled for the bathroom, her legs flashing and her breasts bouncing, acutely conscious of her nakedness.

Robbie had seen her doing that with Bettina; she was sure of it. There was no way the boy could have missed what had been going on, and Lauralee's insides drew themselves into shameful knots. Her son had seen his mother making homosexual love to his new bride, and nothing could ever change that.

Shivering, here face flushed and her heart racing, she locked the door behind her and leaned against it, trying to regain some measure of control over her tumbling mind. There was simply no excuse for what she had done, for the things she had allowed to happen to her own body and that of the girl. She would never be able to explain to Robbie, and he would hate her forever. He might hate his wife, also; there could be an annulment, or a divorce.

Lauralee trembled again. How would that look in the newspapers – son names own mother as correspondent in divorce action? Oh Lord; she tangled her fingers together and squeezed them, catching a quick reflection of her tortured face in the bathroom mirror and looking away immediately.

Moving stiffly then, she fumbled for the towel rack, and wrapped a fluffy towel around her hips; it was more difficult to cover her breasts, but she managed to knot together enough material to hide them reasonably. Robbie had already seen her nude, but would never be subjected to such a spectacle again – if he ever even spoke to her again.

Faintly, she could hear voices in the bedroom, but they weren't loud, and might be the dialog from that damned television set. Maybe they had gone back to their own room to fight it out. She wondered how she could possibly face them now, especially Robbie, but knew she somehow had to. She couldn't just drive away and leave them here. It was going to be agony, Lauralee thought, utter agony.

Checking the coverings and wishing that the towels hid more of her thighs and that her breasts didn't push so against them, she twice reached for the doorknob and twice dropped her hand. At last, steeling herself to the inevitable, Lauralee twisted the knob and slowly opened the door.

They were sitting upon the bed, side by side, their heads together and whispering. Step by step, she made her feet move toward them, trying to put together some kind of apology. But all the words were weak and meaningless.

He looked around first, and Lauralee flinched. She saw light reflect from her son's pale brown hair, and caught the full impact of his black eyes. He sat erect, his slim body nicely shaped, boyishly molded, with good shoulders and a flat belly and narrow hips. Robbie's face was calm; she dropped her eyes. The boy was taking it well, but she was certain he would explode and call her all the filthy names she deserved.

Her lips were dry. "Robbie – I – please don't think…"

Coming off the bed, he said, "Mom!"

Startled, she saw that he was naked from head to foot. She saw the ebony fur of his sack, and recoiled from the image of her son's thing, the boy's penis that reached out long and slim and strong, its polished head glistening damply red. Lauralee took a backward step, and clung to the towels that disguised her own nudity.

"Mom," Robbie said again, and followed her. "Don't freak out, now. I saw it all, Mom – and it was something else. It was really great. Bettina has been telling me everything that happened between you two, and I think it's terrific."

Lauralee swallowed. "You think it's – it's WHAT?"

"Terrific," he repeated, so close now that the swollen knob of his young shaft was almost touching the fluffy towel around her waist. "I always know that Bettina was AC/DC – that she swings with chicks and guys, too. But I always figured you were too uptight for sex, any kind of sex. Then when I saw you going down on her, when I watched Bettina grinding her pussy into your face and saw the way you were digging it – I wished I could have seen it all, right from the beginning. As it was, I wanted to jack off."

"Robbie, you don't know what you're saying." Lauralee backed away and found her shoulders touching the wall. "I – I don't know what got into me, why I would do such awful things, but I can assure you it will never happen again. Now please, I think the best thing we can do is to get dressed and drive home, get out of this terrible motel."

From the bed, Bettina said, "No way."

And Robbie moved closer. Rigid with fright, Lauralee watched her son's hands lifting, saw them manipulate the knot that held the towels across her breasts. They fell away, and Lauralee shrank back trying to cover her tits with her hands. That was when the boy whipped the covering from her hips, and suddenly she was as naked as her son.

"You're really beautiful," he whispered. "If you only knew how beautiful you are to me. Oh Mom, Mom – ever since I was big enough to raise a hard-on, I've been trying to get a peep at your naked body, to catch just one glimpse of that lovely black-haired cunt. But as I grew up, I didn't think you'd be worth it, anyway. You were always so cold and aloof, and never went out with guys. But now – NOW, my cock is aching all over again."

Horrified, she crouched before him, before this suddenly strange male who was caressing his stiff prick with one hand, whose eyes were licking hotly all over her body and probing at the bushy mound she couldn't hide with her fingers.

"Robbie, you don't mean – you can't mean…"

He touched her breasts with warm fingertips, and she knew the velvet caress of his ballooned glans against the trembling skin of her belly. "Yeah, Mom, I want to fuck you, and now I'm getting the chance."

Sucking in a deep and steadying breath, Lauralee suddenly wheeled away from him, and darted for the bed, for help from Bettina, for her clothing – for anything. Robbie was right behind her, and she tried to say something to the girl. Bettina clamped strong young hands around Lauralee's wrists and jerked her across the bed.

"Come on," Bettina hissed. "Fuck him. You know you want to."

"No – no – no!" Lauralee insisted, struggling to free herself.

Then she felt Robbie against her from behind, felt the warm touch of his body, the very hard length of her son's prick nestling into the cleft of her buttocks. She tried to roll away, to wiggle from beneath his weight. But he slid off only to take a from grip upon her ankles, and she knew terror as he pulled her legs apart.

"Don't – oh, don't do this," she begged. "Robbie – Bettina – think what you're doing! Oh please, please…"

The girl's face was intent, the green eyes fixed upon her. "Don't fight it, Lauralee. If you'll admit it, you want to be fucked by him as much as he want to put his meat to you."

"NO!" Lauralee fought as best she could, her long legs flailing, jerking at her trapped wrists and hissing between clenched teeth. "B-bettina! He's your husband, and my – my own son! You can't HELP him do this – Robbie, Robbie! It's rape – rape; you're trying to rape your mother, Robbie!"

"Yeah," he grunted from behind her. "I'll take that sweet pussy any way I have to get it. Just relax, Mom. Bettina – help me roll her over onto her back."

They wheeled her, whipped her over, and Lauralee was staring up into her son's face as he smiled down at her, as his knee slid between her thighs and forced them apart, as one hand pressed down upon her heaving belly. Robbie held his prick tightly in the other hand, and was steering the distended bulb toward her crotch. She could see a droplet of clear fluid shining upon the blunt red tip, and shuddered.

Her hands were drawn above her head, and even though she rolled her hips frantically, Lauralee realized that she wasn't going to be able to stop it, that her son was about to force his bulging cockhead into his mother's quivering vulva.

When it touched her pubic hair, she lunged and bucked, but that only helped Robbie settle the head of his eager shaft into her cunt lips. With a single, fierce thrust, the boy crammed his meat into her, and Lauralee knew a hot, electric shock as her son's knob penetrated her vagina.

If only she hadn't already been so juicy, she thought; if only she had been dry, and not still turned on by the sex she had shared with Bettina. He couldn't have gotten it into her so easily then. But now she twisted upon the impalement of stiff young cock, surprised that there was no pain, as there had been with her husband. Instead, a deep thrill closed her pussy around the sliding prick, and she felt its marvelous length reaching up and up, farther than any tongue could manage. She felt her son grunt as he buried the full length of his strong boyish shaft into his mother's forbidden cunt, felt the pressure of his pelvis against the mattress of her pubic hair.

Involuntarily, her pussy lips encircled his swollen meat, and somewhere deep within her vagina there were slippery velvet ripples. Robbie's balls came to rest in the mossy crack of her ass. Her son was inside her body. Her son's hard prick was jammed to the hilt inside her cunt. Lauralee trembled like a leaf caught in a hurricane.

Robbie began to stroke her, working his shaft back and forth within her oiled vagina. Her silken folds clung to him, moved with him, and Lauralee knew a stimulation of her clitoris, an arousal there that her husband's prick had never been able to bring about. It was wrong, all wrong, but she could not resist it. Jerkily at first, then with a smoother rhythm, her pelvis started to roll up and down and her hips swung from side to side.

Bettina let go of her wrists, and Lauralee's arms came down, only to wrap themselves around the boy's slim body. Her hands found his smooth ass cheeks. She clung to them as they gyrated, as her son maneuvered his wondrous staff within the suctioning cavity of her flowing pussy.

"That's the way, Mom," Robbie panted. "Fuck me back – oh Mom, darling – fuck me back!"

Flinging her supple legs up and around his body, Lauralee netted him with her thighs and locked her ankles. Rocking with him, meeting him thrust for thrust, she really screwed him, riding the boy's driving prick as she had never ridden her husband's. IT was so different, so good, wildly thrilling. His cockhead was touching every hot spot within her vagina, and her clit leaped at each stroke of his root.

"Beautiful, hot pussy," Robbie gasped, digging his fingers into the surging cheeks of her active ass. "Oh, what a crazy, deep pussy – all juicy and slick! Man, it's just eating up my cock, biting down on it, wringing it out – oh Mom, what a fabulous piece of ass you are!"

"B-baby – oh my baby! We're doing it – your sweet prick is sliding inside your mom's cunt – I can feel your balls against my ass, and your belly moving into mine! Oh! Oh, Robbie – I never realized that fucking could be so beautiful – oh, stick it to me, baby – push it into me harder, harder! Shove it into my pussy, Robbie. Fuck you mother – fuck your mother!"

He pounded it to her then, savagely rammed his iron-hard rod into her gobbling snatch, and she heard squishing noises, heard the damp slapping of his swinging balls. Pounding her crotch into his, she raked his ass in a frenzy, and bit the column of his throat. His cockhead drove home solidly, and she writhed upon it, hunched upon the shaft with a feral urgency, a deep-seated need Lauralee hadn't imagined she could possess.

"C-close," Robbie grunted. "I'm getting close, Mother. I – oohhh, baby – oh, you hot-assed bitch, you beautiful, sweet-cunted bitch – I'm going to come! I'm going to come into my mom's pussy!"

Swivelling her hips, rotating her vagina around his pistoning cock, she hissed it at her son: "Let it go, baby! Shoot off inside me and pack my cunt with your little-boy semen – ahhh! Ohh! I can feel it squirting up inside my pussy, darling!"

Moaning, then, she humped furiously as the boy's discharge splashed boiling against her womb, as her own son's semen gushed violently throughout her absorbing snatch. Robbie's come was thick and very rich, she thought, her head spinning as she shook and jerked in the throes of the craziest orgasm she had ever known. It was a fountain of foamy juice that bathed her vagina, and she loved every drop of the sticky fluid.

Holding him powerfully between her thighs, Lauralee knew that her cunt was seething, turned into a cauldron by their mutual climaxes. But she couldn't stop moving upon his stilled prick; it was too precious to waste, and the soapy liquids within her snatch made it even more sensational. Blindly, without thinking what she was doing, she held her son close and turned onto her side, then rolled over on top of him making certain that his upright cock was still trapped firmly in her dripping sheath.

She was straddling him then, holding him captive beneath her feverish body, imprisoning his delightful prick within her lubricated flesh. Lauralee felt strong and powerful, felt dominant, and she liked that.

"Go, baby," Bettina breathed, and Lauralee remembered that her daughter-in-law was only inches away, kneeling beside the bed and watching the screwing with dedicated interest. "That's the way," the girl said excitedly. "Ride his prick; pump it up and down on him and make him come in you again."

Smiling, Lauralee stretched out her hand, and the girl took it, holding it tightly as she stared down between the bodies to where her husband's shaft was crammed to the balls within his mother's inflamed cunt. Lauralee stared into Bettina's eyes as she rolled her hips sinuously, as she bent forward to allow her son to take a downward-hanging nipple into his mouth.

Robbie held her ass and stroked up into her flooded snatch as she gyrated upon his cock. He sucked blissfully upon her tit, his eyes closed in rapture.

Fucking lasciviously, riding her son's hard and greasy rod, Lauralee tugged at Bettina's hand, and the girl came to her knees, leaning forward with a cascade of honey-blond hair spilling over nude and burnished shoulders. The stiff pink nipples of her nubile breasts stood out. The green eyes were very big and very close; so were the ripe young lips that had aroused such flames within the pussy that was now packed with semen and a boy's meat.

Lauralee reached for that appealing mouth, her lips finding it just as Robbie began to pump harder within her drenched cunt. Her tongue met the girl's, and they melted in a greedy, understanding kiss, sharing each other passion, almost as they were sharing the boy's body.

"Mom, Mom, Mom!" he was saying in a monotone that matched the lifting and falling of her ass. His cock worked foamily into her vagina, and her clit came peeping from its hood, growing more vibrant with every thrust.

Oh, this was real and lovely, and she sucked upon Bettina's tongue, while the girl fondled her pendulous breasts, while her son manipulated his shaft gloriously within the wet gripping of her blazing pussy. This was true fucking, Lauralee thought, the kind of screwing she should have gotten from her husband, when she and Marshall were first married. She wanted it to go on forever, to keep this beautiful, marvelous prick slipping around in her box.

And when Robbie ejaculated into her already soaked vagina, Lauralee just kept right on making it, caught up in the primitive beat of her fucking.

CHAPTER FOUR

The water was hot, and Lauralee's skin tingled at the touch of soap, at the caress of her own hands upon her wet flesh. She was still a little numb in her mind, but her body had never been more eagerly alive, every nerve end titillated and awake.

She looked down at herself, at the play of water over her breasts, her nipples, then at the slightly rounded belly and below, the wet mass of her midnight pubic hair.

It was a good body, she thought, and according to Robbie and Bettina, a beautiful, sexy one. Her body was capable of giving and of receiving much love. Her legs were long and supple, and her breasts shaped high and firmly. She had always thought she was a bit too lean, but they insisted she was just right, special in her own way.

Lauralee ran soapy hands over the curving of her ass and smiled. Robbie called it her sweet, not ass. Straying bubbled fingers across her pubic mound, she caressed it. Rich and deep, they said; her mature pussy was rich and deep, possessed of an intense fascination for her son. Robbie had squirted it hot sheath full of his explosive semen not once, but twice.

The seat of rapture, she thought; this volatile, adjustable organ she had tried to ignore most of her life was now the center of her existence. Probably it had been meant to be, but she'd wished she didn't have it, wished she never had to think of her vagina.

Until now; until she had ventured to finger herself to her initial orgasm, turned on by seeing that pornographic film. Since then, it had been licked and sucked, its soft juices gulped avidly, its clitoris made a target for ecstasy. And she had known the inner workings of another woman's cunt, tasted the sweetness of the inner lining so silken and juicy, known the flexing as it shuddered in vibrant climax.

Lauralee stopped stroking her mound and exposed it to hot rinsing water, turning her body slowly so that soap would be purled away. Better than that, her pussy had been invaded by a thrusting, hammering cock, one that was hard and young, a prick that reached far up into her hole and set fire to her womb. Her son's prick; Robbie's prick, the very shaft that had been ridden only minutes before by the boy's bride. But Robbie loved to fuck his mother, just as well as the lovely, intense girl he had married, and possibly even more.

Stepping out of the shower stall, she dried herself and looked in the mirror, not afraid of meeting her own eyes now. She appeared much younger, her deep brown eyes vital, her olive skin fresher, rejuvenated. Lauralee towelled her short curls until they bounced springily; her pubic hair was springy, too, seeming to sparkle with life and excitement.

She found a clean towel and draped it about her hips, but left her breasts bare. The kids – those wonderful, beautiful children – had gone out for sandwiches and soft drinks, and she would meet them almost without reticence, proud of her body instead of hiding its invigorated flesh.

The TV was still going, its sound tuned low, but the bright images flashed just as powerfully upon the screen. Smiling, Lauralee lowered herself into the chair and watched it, crossing her slender legs gracefully. Evidently the films ran continuously, one movie replacing another until they started all over again. Two men were fucking a lovely girl, one of them burrowing his hard, oversized cock into her small, furry cunt while the other held her head upon his lap and worked his cockhead in and out of her red mouth.

Leaning back in the chair, Lauralee thought that would be nice, too. It would be exciting to be between two horny men, taking their pricks into her body, love and love alike. Robbie; she would first lean how to eat a male organ by doing it to her son. It would be different from lapping a girl's snatch, but she should have not trouble now that she was willing to learn it all.

Too bad there wasn't another man around. Lauralee wanted to compare cock sizes, to feel the differences of strange shafts, to know a variety of orgasms when they came in her receptive box. With interest, she watched the screen as the two men changed positions. Poor Marshall, she thought; he would never know the sharp thrill of doing that. He had been almost as uptight as she, knowing only one way to relieve the pressures of his balls – brute force and always on top, always hammering into her flinching pussy without mercy. No wonder she and her husband separated; they had both been so stupid but she had been worse. Lauralee knew that now.

A key rattled in the lock, and the kids came laughing into the room. "Oh wow," Bettina said, putting down a sack of sandwiches, "did you know there was a swinging room off the lobby? Late as it is, there were only two couples there, looking each other over."

Robbie grinned and popped the tops on some cans of soft drinks. "We almost screwed up the trade, because when they got a look at us, I could see the wheels turning. We're so much younger. But I wasn't even tempted – not with my own special older woman waiting for me here."

Lauralee accepted a hamburger and discovered that she was ravenous. "Do they really do that, meet and exchange wives or husbands or whatever?"

"Sure," Bettina said, taking a bite of hot dog. "Not out there in the lobby, of course. They swap and go to the rooms; sometimes they all go together to one room."

Drinking a swallow of Coke, Lauralee thought that over. It would be stimulating to make it with a man she had never seen before, and would probably never meet again. Raw, primitive sex, and nothing more; no entanglements, no commitments. Only a good, solid fucking and goodbye.

The kids watched the porn movie as they ate, giggling and discussing the techniques of the actors. It was better this way, Lauralee thought; sex had to be better when there was love like that she shared with her son and his wife. The intimacy was unique. It was romantic, and incest was no longer a horrible word.

Robbie was staring at her breasts. "You have wonderful tits, Mom. Did I bite them when I was a baby?"

"Sometimes," she smiled, "but I didn't care. I loved you then, too. I didn't like putting you on a bottle, but the doctor said to."

The boy wiped his mouth with a paper napkin. "But you love me more now."

"That's right," Lauralee answered. "More than anyone; more than I ever thought possible."

"More than you cared for my old man," Robbie said. "That's for sure. How the hell could he walk away from such a juicy, hot piece of ass like you?"

Lauralee drank her Coke and put down the can. "I wasn't, then. When Bettina came in here and caught me fingering myself, that was the first time I had ever come."

"Wow," the girl said softly, "That's heavy. The porn movies – that's what got you started?"

Nodding, Lauralee admitted it, then said, "But you really taught me to let go, dear – you and Robbie. At first I though I must be a lesbian, but I couldn't ever enjoy a man's prick the way I revelled in feminine love with you. I'm so glad both of you forced me to fuck. I might have gone right on thinking I couldn't."

"You're turning me one again," Robbie said. "Sitting here and looking at your tits is enough, but hearing you talk about screwing is getting me a hard-on. Man oh man, what a honeymoon this is turning out to be, what a wedding night."

Lauralee looked at her daughter-in-law. "Bettina, are you certain this doesn't make you jealous?"

"No way," the girl answered. "Robbie and I have always shared. I mean, when he gets a good fuck, it make me happy, too. I love the guy, so whatever makes him happy turn me on, also. He feels the same way about me and what I do."

"You've both screwed other people, then?"

"Sure," her son said. "We'll tell you all about them later. Right now, I want to see my beautiful mother STRETCHED out naked on that water bed with her long, groovy legs spread apart and her sweet, black pussy shining."

"But Bettina is being left out," Lauralee protested gently.

Bettina laughed. "Don't worry about me. I'll get in on it for some three-way swinging."

Lauralee stood up and dropped the towel from around her hips. Gracefully, she walked toward the bed with her ass rolling sensuously, knowing that both their eyes were fixed upon its rippling, provocative movements. She felt beautiful and wanted and admired; she felt loved, and was eager to return that love in any way, in all ways. If that was what they wanted, she was ready to be their slave, their sex slave.

They approached her from both sides of the moving bed, both of them naked again, their sleek young bodies glowing. Her son indeed had an erection, and it was lovely. Now that Lauralee could look at it without shame, she examined Robbie's prick closely, seeing its slim length and the veins patterning the skin, the gorgeous swelling of the cockhead in all its darker glory. There was the tiny drop of clear fluid seeping from its tip; there were the shaggy balls that could hurl the compressed semen with such force.

"Robbie," She murmured as he kneeled upon the bed, "please show me how to eat you. I want to learn how to suck your cock, the way those women do in the films, the way Bettina must do to you."

"Yeah," he whispered hoarsely, "oh yeah, Mom."

Straddling her taut waiting body, her son bent his cockhead down to rub it gently into her vulva, and she shivered at the spongy-hard caress along her palpitating labia. He took his time, moving his crotch forward an inch or two so he could caress her belly with his knob. She trembled at the dragging of his hairy balls over her skin, at the thrill of his knees and the fondling of his thighs.

Robbie took both her breasts in his hands and squeezed them together. Bending her neck, she stared down to see what the boy was doing, and watched him push his cock head between her tender globes.

"This is titty-fucking," he explained to her. "I just dig feeling your tits around my prick like this."

She could see the reddened glans peep forth, then disappear as her son worked his pelvis back and forth, exulting in the feeling of his cock sliding. Then she felt something else – a hot breath stirring along her thighs, a pair of soft lips kissing her skin there. Bettina, she thought; the girl was joining in, and would be loving her pussy while she discovered the flavor or Robbie's stiff meat.

The cockhead slipped back and forth, each time reaching a little closer, until it was tapping her chin. Lauralee opened her lips and stretched out her tongue. Then Robbie released her breasts and allowed them to fall back into position. He hunched forward so that she could lick his knob. He took her head between his hands and aimed the glistening bulb directly at her mouth.

This was the moment, Lauralee thought in exultation; this was the enchanted moment in time when she could demonstrate her deepest love to her adorable child. Curling her tongue hungrily around his cockhead, she tugged it into her mouth. It tasted salty and sweet; it was flavored with beauty, and she drew it across her tongue gladly, letting it slide across the roof of her mouth.

"Don't try to take it too far," Robbie panted. "You might get sick."

Never, she thought – never! She had her son's lovely hard prick in her mouth, and she wanted to swallow it, to suck it far down her throat. Lauralee could feel the tips exploring the velvet supping of her throat, and it didn't bother her.

"Use your tongue more," she suggested. "The sucking feels good, but it's the tongue that will make me come."

Lauralee flinched when she felt another tongue, when her passionate young daughter-in-law dabbed it down through the cloaking pubic hairs of her cunt to find the tremulous lips.

Obediently, she rolled her son's bulb around with her tongue, and found that she could force the little slit open a bit. Robbie moved his crotch back and forth in a slow, gently strokes, and she dipped her cheeks in and out around the delicious meat as she sucked.

"That's it," Robbie gasped. "Oh yeah, Mom – that's the way to give a guy head. You're eating my prick, Mother – you're sucking me off, and it's freaking me out!"

Her mouth was a pussy, she thought; it was basically another kind of cunt that her beloved son was fucking. But it was even more intimate; it brought them immeasurably closer to do it this way, for her to adore his swollen prick with her throat and lips and tongue. She loved the slow swinging of his balls against her neck, and the way he held her head in position.

Now Bettina was drilling that educated tongue deep into Lauralee's pulsing vagina; now the girl's trained mouth was nibbling at labia, and lapping away like a thirsty puppy. Lauralee raised her knees to make more room. It was unbelievable, the sensations she was enjoying – her son's cock slipping wetly around inside her greedy mouth, her daughter-in-law's tongue boring into her cunt, teasing the clitoris. She was their receptacle, and they were sharing her; her body was a vessel they could drink from or pour into, and Lauralee's flesh pulsed fiercely in response.

"Eat me, Mom," Robbie was saying over and over. "I – ahhh! I'm going to let it go – going to pump your mouth full of my come, the same way I filled your crazy pussy."

Lauralee groaned around his flexing cockhead when the boy let go, when the spurting of his semen came bursting into her mouth and spattered into the back of her throat. So creamy and luxurious, musky and frothing; she swallowed it, let the thick cream slide down her throat and sucked avidly for more.

"Drink it down," he groaned. "Swallow my come, take it down into your stomach and digest it. Ooohhh, Mom! You never sucked off my daddy, but you're doing it to me."

Lauralee felt her pelvis surge, because Bettina had found the clit and was tugging it, torturing the nubbin with tongue and teeth. The girl's face was buried in Lauralee's crotch, and she was gulping, chewing, devouring the humid snatch.

Keeping her son's greasy prick tightly within her mouth, jealous of any droplet of his precious fluid that might escape, Lauralee bucked upon Bettina's mouth smearing her wet snatch over the girl's face, bringing her thighs together to held the head just where she wanted it.

"Ummmm!" she said around Robbie's throbbing shaft, and "ummmm," again, as the hot wave of a swiftly approaching orgasm threatened to engulf her. Let it come, she thought dazedly; let it happen, and she didn't give a damn if her mind was shattered in the frantic climax.

Lauralee was in paradise, and when her clit thrummed like a tuning fork, when the wild sensations cascaded through out her vagina like a runaway water fall, she floated with them, still tugging upon her son's cockhead, still trying to drain another treasured droplet of seminal fluid from it.

She didn't know when he gently took his prick from her mouth; she didn't know when Bettina lifted a greasy face from between her thighs. Lauralee only knew that she was floating, drifting, and that nobody had ever told her that paradise was so warm and liquid.

CHAPTER FIVE

When Lauralee came back to the world, the television set had been shut off, and the room was quiet. Blinking, she looked around, hoping fervently that it hadn't all been a wild, erotic dream, and knowing immediately that it wasn't. Then she hope her son and new daughter-in-law hadn't gone back to their own bed and left her alone.

Not yet, she thought; oh, not yet. There were still violent flames raging within her awakened body, hot fires that needed to be quenched the only way possible – by some more solid fucking. She had so many wasted years to make up for, so many strange and exciting sensations to undergo.

Listening, she heard them next door, and slowly sat up on the water bed, still not used to its sensuous movements beneath her nude body. Stroking her hands teasingly over her firm breasts, Lauralee thought: her body, what a wondrous mechanism it was, even though it had taken her far too long to discover its potential. Before, she had accepted it, and little more. Of course she'd been somewhat proud of her looks in general, of the fact she had no lines on her face, and that she wasn't fat. But she had so resolutely kept its secret functions from her mound, trying to deny their existence! And now they were primary to her.

They loved her body; both Robbie and Bettina adored her flesh and its hot, juicy places. Lauralee could do no less than love it, also. And she did, for the rapture within it, for the ecstasy her body could impart to others. It was so damned GOOD to be alive and functioning at long last as a lusty, healthy female.

Licking her lips, she convinced herself that she could yet taste the residue of her son's semen there, and smiled in memory of its gushing fulfillment. How marvelously it was flavored! And the matchless intimacy of the ejaculation was beyond description. Doing that to him, knowing the feel of his rigid shaft within her mouth, curling her tongue around the delicious meat as it slid in and out, and experiencing the burying of the cockhead in her throat – it was something she had to know again and again.

And she would, no matter what else might happen. Lauralee wanted to know it, be it, do it all. Fondling the rising nipples of her breasts, she stood up, undecided as to whether she should break in on them in the next room. First she would clean herself up a bit, she thought, and hurried to the bathroom. She peed, and knew a little thrill deep within her stimulated pussy; every move she made seemed to call attention to that newly awakened sheath.

Swiftly, Lauralee showered, and touched herself with the simple perfume she carried in her purse, although the flowery scent didn't suit her any more; she'd have to buy something musky and sensuous, she thought, a special fragrance to accent her new self. And sexy undies, babydoll nighties, all the things she had once considered so frivolous and senseless, possibly a different hairdo. Pants suits which would cling to her body. There was a whole different world out there for Lauralee, and she was going willingly into its embraces.

Toweling her hair, she started to wrap the towel around her hips, then thought the hell with it. She was proud of her naked body now.

The kids were sitting side by side upon her bed when she strode into the room with her head held high and her long body glowing.

"Hi," her son said. "You're a constant surprise to us, Mom. We figured you had crashed for the night, that maybe we had worn you out, but here you are, fresher and more beautiful than ever."

Lauralee felt no flush of embarrassment, no stab of guilt. Not any more, she told herself firmly; that kind of nonsense was all in the past, and damned well belonged there. "You two look beautiful, too," she murmured. "Are you hungry, or anything? I don't even know what time it is, and don't much care."

Bettina smiled at her. "Nobody's in any hurry, Lauralee. If you want to stay over all day, that's just great for us."

Giggling, Lauralee said, "I wonder what that shifty little desk clerk will think about that?"

"Who cares?" Robbie asked. "Every time I look at your gorgeous cunt, I think I could fuck it for a week, without stopping – except to eat it. That's what I want to do now, Mother; I have to get that wild pussy into my mouth and suck on it."

Lauralee felt a hot shiver climbing her spine, and a tremble began somewhere within the silken depths of her vagina. "Anything," she whispered, "anything for the two people I love most."

Bettina rose from the bed to make room, that small and shapely body glistening like precious molten metal, but so much softer. Robbie slid across the undulating water bed, and Lauralee stared down to watch the rising of her son's prick, seeing it thicken and grow longer.

The brown matting of his pubic hair looked soft and appealing, and she remembered the touch of it against her face, the ultra-soft caress of his sack. Lauralee couldn't ever recall seeing his father's hard cock close up; she had been repelled by the very idea and now she wondered what her former husband's cock would be like. Shaking the thought away, she moved to the bed and lay upon it, welcoming its gentle rolling, the give of it beneath her ass.

She rolled toward Robbie and took his slim body into her arms. Her mouth sought his, and she kissed her son as he so deserved to be kissed, with a probing of her hot tongue and a gentle clashing of teeth. Lauralee drank his breath and ran her hands in wonder over his sleek body, finding the grace and young manhood of his shaping, the sculptured modelling of his buttocks.

Robbie's cock pressed against her belly, and her erectile nipples drilled themselves into his hairless chest. She rubbed her aching mound into his crotch, tore his mouth away and gasped, "Oh, Mom, it's just like touching you for the first time? You make my prick so stiff it hurts. I love Bettina, and really dig fucking her, but I guess Mother pussy must be the best there is."

Wriggling along her flesh, her son dipped his face and began to kiss her throat, her collarbone. She stroked his hair and shoulders, moving onto her back and parting her legs so he could fit his body between her hungry thighs. When he reached her tits Lauralee squirmed and worked slowly on down to her belly, nipping the skin and laving it wetly with his hot tongue.

She quivered at the stirring of his breath in her pubic hair, and her labia seemed to reach up, to part of their own accord. Groaning, her son plunged his mouth greedily into her cunt and Lauralee echoed his throaty sound. Her head rolled from side to side upon the pillow as Robbie at her pussy, and her darling boy gobbled her cunt, his tongue corkscrewing far into her flowing vagina, his teeth pressing into her pussy lips.

Robbie's fingernails dug into the surging cheeks of her ass, and she rolled her hips, smearing her crotch over his cheeks and chin, against his nose. It was maddening, but a beautiful insanity that tingled along her nerve ends and made her skin quake wildly. Lauralee hunched her cunt to him, bringing her smooth thighs close to caress her son's head with them.

She was gasping for breath when she felt Bettina slide onto the bed with them. While Robbie busily devoured her snatch, the girl began to caress Lauralee's throbbing breasts. Taking turns upon the tender nipples, Bettina moved tantalizingly down and down while Lauralee's confused mind wondered what was going on. But whatever it was, the act had to be wonderful, and she accepted the additional caresses with happiness.

Then it happened. Bettina forced the thighs apart, and manipulated herself into the widespread legs beside Robbie. Lauralee stared down at the heads together, the brown one and the honey-blond one, boy and girl. Her belly tightened at Bettina added the quick and deft caresses of her tongue to that of Robbie's, and Lauralee was somehow being eaten by two people.

She could feel the feverish darting of both their tongues, sometimes alternating, sometimes cramming themselves side by side into her heaving snatch. They went to work on her clitoris, lapping and teasing, their caresses sliding wet, tingling hot. Oh Lord – skyrockets were threatening to go off inside her vagina, the fuses sizzling. It was an overwhelming sensation, and Lauralee swivelled her crotch in happiness, pivoting her steaming cunt against first one mouth, then the other.

Deliciously, the shudders ran through her taut and writhing body; her vagina contracted and her ass quivered. Lauralee cried out that she was coming, coming, but the searching tongues only speared her faster and deeper.

Locking their heads between her thighs, she churned her pussy in ecstasy, feeling it turn into a seething cauldron, feeling the suction being applied there. Her head whirled and she had a tough time catching her breath, but Lauralee didn't give a damn it she fell dead at the height of her orgasm. Pumping and moaning, she drew the most from it, forcing her inflamed clit against someone's teeth, her moan lengthening and soaring as she felt the tip of a finger forcing itself into the tight dimple of her asshole.

It was still there when she fell back, her breasts pistoning up and down, and sharp, darting thrills still firing throughout her pussy, trailing liquid sparks behind. Lauralee wiggled upon the embedded finger, relaxing as it slid father up her tube. A different sensation, she thought in rapture, something else she was discovering. Another part of her body was being brought into a use she had never dreamed could be. Hazily, she wondered just how many ways of sensual gratification there were.

The finger eased from her disturbed anus, and Lauralee sighed. One head lifted from her steaming cunt, and another. She looked down the length of he supine body with drowsy eyes, registering slowly her son's intent face.

"Your pussy tastes like honey, Mom," he said softly. "Did my father ever go down on you like that? I mean, even without somebody else helping?"

Lauralee swallowed. "N-no, dear. Of course, we never did it with anyone else around. And – well, I never enjoyed it, before. You and Bettina, you're both so marvelous."

"You are, too," he breathed. "Man, that's really a juicy gash, so rich and velvety. I damned near dame while I was eating you."

"Don't waste it, baby," she said. "Give it to your mother."

His swollen cockhead prodded at the entrance of her vulva, soft and hard at once, covered with silken skin, but having that strong core of power present only in a horny man's turgid prick. Lauralee's pussy lips fitted themselves to the knob, already greasy with excitement, and her sons bulb slid easily between them as Robbie thrust his shaft up and in.

The distended meat glided into her receptive cunt, far up into her pulsating hole, and the boy's lovely balls came to rest in the furry cleft of her trembling ass. It was inside her again; her darling son's wonderful prick was buried to the root inside her greedy cunt, throbbing there as he lay still between her thighs. Pelvis to pelvis, his brown pubic hair blending with her curly black mattress, they remained quiet for a while, exulting in what they both had.

Slowly then, by tacit agreement, they began to stroke, Robbie's long, slim cock slipping inch by inch back through the jealous gripping of her satin-lined sheath, the upper part of the sweet meat exerting pressure against her clit. Fabulous boyish prick, she thought, rolling her belly against his; fantastic little-boy cock so beautiful and hard, sawing in and out of her soupy gash. She rode it gleefully, but not with any driving force; Lauralee wanted the gentleness now, this special tender give-and-take of slippery meat within oily flesh.

Sensuously and almost languidly, she ground upon the moving rod, caressing her son's smooth hips and travelling her fingers along his spine. Robbie reached deeply with every thrust, no more in a hurry than she was, and she luxuriated in the penetrations, in the teasing way he was using his charming prick.

So many things had been turned topsy-turvy in her mind. There was no way she could possibly be jealous of this boy's other lover, of Robbie's legal wife. Maybe that was because she was also in live with the lovely Bettina, she had shared that sugared pussy as well. But it now seemed so RIGHT, all very natural and normal to fuck and be fucked by those she truly cared for.

"Slow and easy," Robbie sighed. "It's far out to be able to screw you this way, Mom – without hurrying and jamming it to you, I mean. Your cunt is so soft and deep, and so hot, too. I dig putting the cock to you like this, with your fine ass wiggling and your belly sliding, while I look down and watch your tits rocking from side to side. But I don't know how long I can hold out, so if I start to come before you do, let me know."

"It won't matter," she purred, feeling catlike and squirmy. "You can make me come just by pumping that magic semen into my pussy darling. Ooohh! That's so thrilling – ahhh, my sweetheart, my horny little boy. How you've grown up – oohh! I adore your cock, Robbie! I worship this superb prick!"

Lauralee became conscious of the girl, of young Bettina slipping into position near her head. Dreamily, she turned her face, wriggling upon the slow prodding meat within her abundant cunt. She saw Bettina's dark golden pubic hair, and the peerless modelling of the shapely thighs, the rounded sculpture of the girl's knees.

"Take me, too," Bettina murmured. "Just keep your head straight, Lauralee, and I'll lift one knee across you like this – oh yes, darling. It turns me on so much, to watch Robbie feeding you his meat, to see you hunching on your son's prick, my husband's prick."

Staring up, Lauralee eyed the poised vulva, and delighted in the sight of the furred mound, the peeping pink labia. A cunt could be beautiful, too, she thought; how could she have ever considered here own to be ugly? Gently, the girl began to lower that beguiling crotch, and Lauralee caught the aroma of it, the spicy, exotic perfume of love itself.

She humped a little faster upon Robbie's gliding shaft, and her daughter-in-law's pussy came down, down. Lauralee opened her mouth and fitted her lips across those humid ones so honeyed and elegant. Silken hair pressed against her teeth, and she bored her tongue upward into the dewy vagina that had been so artistically designed for sex with either man or woman.

They were meshed again, when Bettina's snatch settled snugly over he mouth; they were mixed, locked together by prick and cunt and tongue, all of them moving torridly together in the selfless sharing of their love. Lauaralee twisted upon her son's surging meant, and Robbie started to pump it more strongly to his mother's cunt, his greasy balls flapping noisily against her asshole.

Bettina was very eager, and although her vision was cut off, Lauralee could vividly imagine the girl staring wide-eyed at the prick slipping in and out, at the curling gyrations of a black-haired pussy that was fast approaching a climax. The girl thrust and heaved, recoiling only to jam that juicy slot harder against Lauralee's lapping tongue.

There was the clitoris, leaping with a life of its won, and Lauralee drew it avidly, pulled on the feminine penis with a blind and dedicated affection. She could hear Bettina hissing, hear the girl groaning. Maybe it was Robbie, she thought dimly; maybe all three of them were making the sounds.

Sucking and rolling her jaws, Lauralee hurried the job on Bettina's clit, wanting the girl to come with them, for she could feel the jerkiness of her son's reaching cockhead, and knew that orgasm was close. Her own was blooming like a wildflower, deep within her rippling cunt, and Lauralee lurched, pulled back, and snapped her vagina tightly around Robbie's embedded shaft.

The boy came furiously, jetting his semen into her pussy with spasmodic bursts, grunting and holding his root firmly against her clitoris. Lauralee came with him, white novas spinning inside her straining body, and she felt Bettina shudder at the same moment. They had made it.

CHAPTER SIX

Lauralee drove at average speed, although she wanted to hurry home. The X-rated motel was behind them, but she would never forget the place, and the astounding effect it had had upon her life. Rolling ahead of her, the highway arrowed for her house, the home that had been part of the divorce settlement when she'd parted from Marshall. The very idea of it seemed staid and sterile to her now, the almost pathologically tidy rooms that she realized only echoed her loneliness.

But not any more, she told herself exultantly; now there was Bettina and Robbie, and her son was closer to her than he had ever been, because he was also her lover, her young and continually horny stud. And her daughter-in-law was a swinging bisexual who revelled in eating pussy as well as having her own delectable snatch chewed.

And Lauralee Jergens herself, wasn't she also a balling, AC/DC chick? That's what the kids called her, and the label was proper. She felt a hand upon her thigh, and smiled at the windshield. Robbie sat beside her, his bride next to the other door. They'd wanted to travel this way, not separate from her in the back seat, and she was glad. Her son's hand caressed her thigh with gentle affection, and Lauralee trembled with a rising excitement, wondering if she would always react this way to him, and seeing no future reason not to. Not as long as they both could fuck, she though gaily; not while their overflowing love was shared by Bettina, also.

"I can't keep my hands off you," Robbie said, "or my wife, either. But I've been screwing Bettina longer. I guess you suspected that, hum, Mom?"

"Sort of," she admitted, "but I wouldn't face the fact. Now I'm glad you two were making it, and happier yet you were married." Form the corner of her eye, Lauralee saw that Bettina was unzipping the boy's jeans, but had to shift her eyes back to the road before she could watch that precious young cock come into view. She knew it was there, though; she knew it was long and slender, and that its polished head would be ballooning swiftly, that perhaps a small and glistening pearl of pre-seminal fluid would be gathering upon its very tip.

Lauralee quivered as her son moved his hand from her thigh to cup her mound. "Baby," she gasped, "Don't do that while I'm driving. I'll run us off the road."

"I won't finger-fuck you," Robbie promised. "I'll just hold my mother's wonderful pussy like this, while my wife plays with my prick. Maybe you ought to drive a little faster, Mom."

Catching her breath, Lauralee nodded and pressed down more on the gas pedal. They weren't all that far from home now, and she was very anxious to get there, to strip away the throttling camouflage of her clothing and let her naked body breathe again. She was cheating on the speed limit, but hopefully not enough to make a state trooper fall in behind the car.

She dared to look over at the kids again, and saw Bettina's small had sliding caressingly up and down Robbie's erect cock. The girl smiled at her and aimed the adorable pinkish knob her way.

"Lauralee, have you ever jacked off a man, or seen it done? Watching all that creamy juice come spitting out of a cockhead is really something, very interesting."

"N-no, I haven't," Lauralee answered. "And I don't know if I could. I think I'd have to start kissing it, and then before I knew what was happening, I'd have it in my mouth, instead."

Bettina laughed softly. "I know what you mean, but sometimes I do both – jack him off and catch the semen in my mouth when he goes off."

"You're both driving me out of my mind," Lauralee said between clenched teeth. "I can feel my pussy trembling and turning damp."

Robbie cupped her vulva tighter. "So can I, right through your clothes. That's a very special cunt you have, Mom."

"Have you screwed others?" she asked. "Besides Bettina I mean?"

"Sure; I was fucking by the time I was twelve, but Bettina was the best, and she taught me about oral sex, too. Then when I got into my first grown-up type pussy…" Robbie stopped talking suddenly, and Lauralee glanced at him.

"I'll tell you all about that later," he said, and she thought that Bettina had squeezed almost savagely upon the boy's erect penis. Somehow, the gesture seemed like a warning.

The familiar off ramp loomed ahead, and Lauralee swung down it, hesitated at the stop sign, and turned down it, hesitated at the stop sign, and turned right. Just a few more blocks, and they could run into the house and get naked. She would lock all the doors and keep the drapes drawn; she might even take the phone off it hook, because she didn't want to be bothered by anyone.

There was the street, lined with heavily leafed trees that shaded it and the rolling lawns of the quiet, respectable neighborhood. Lauralee zipped the car into the driveway and hit the brakes.

"Now," she said, "Put your cock back into your pants for the moment, Robbie. No, just leave the luggage for now; we can take it in later."

"Mom's in a hurry to get fucked," he grinned. "Come on, Bettina."

Lauralee had trouble with the key, but finally swung back the door, and they were inside the darkened house. She kicked the door shut behind them and turned the lock, then took only a few steps into the living room before she began taking off her dress and kicking away her shoes.

Following her example, her son kept grinning. "Man, oh man; my father doesn't know what he's missing. It's too bad he couldn't turn you on like this. I'll be if Dad could watch that great body shining the way it is, and see your tits shaking, and your crazy pussy hair gleaming, he'd just about come in his pants, no matter how many times he had screwed you."

She stepped out of her underthings and stood erect, with her legs apart, running her fingers over her aching breasts and rolling her hips sexily. A few feet away, she watched the golden flesh of Bettina being exposed, glimpsing the feathery glory of the girl's burnished pubic hair and the outstanding little pink nipples. Then Lauralee concentrated upon her son, focusing upon the boy's swollen and visibly throbbing prick; it held a hypnotic allure for her.

Lauralee said, "I don't think your father would ever be interested in me again. Thinking back on our life together, I guess it was pretty bad for him. But let's not talk about him now; I'm more interested in getting with you and Bettina."

He came to her with his arms outstretched, with that lovely hard prick poking ahead of his belly like a miniature flagpole. Wrapping her own arms about him, Lauralee kissed the boy's eagerly opened mouth, and their tongues met fiercely. This time she sensed that their fucking would not be gentle, but a violently demanding coupling that would batter them both, and Lauralee welcomed the savagery of their needs.

His hands were kneading her breasts, his fingers toying with her aching nipples and his cockhead sliding back and forth across her trembling belly. Lauralee could feel his balls, feel the soft pubic hair. She had never fucked her husband here in the living room of their home; it had always been upstairs in the lightless bedroom, and always Marshall had initiated the action, never herself.

Robbie was bending his cock down, and she suddenly felt it jerk upward to snuggle along the length of her pulsing labia. She tried to move him toward the big, low couch on the other side of the room, but he resisted, she wondered why. Then the boy stopped and his knob was prodding upward, trying to wiggle its way into her vulva from below. He was only a little bit shorter than she was, and Lauralee realized that her son meant to fuck her standing up.

His cockhead nuzzled at her pussy lips, and she shifted the angle of her crotch to help it enter, her pulse racing and her heart pounding at this new possibility. The boy's knob found the path, stretching her rubbery labia and driving upward into the salved gloving of her vibrant cunt, up into the vagina until the length of his sweet meat was crammed home.

"I'm going to fuck you in every possible position," Robbie promised, arching his back and thrusting more strongly. "I mean to screw my beautiful, hot-assed mother in every hole she's got, and you're going to dig it, aren't you? You're going to love taking my prick every way there is."

"Y-yes," she sighed, "oh yes, darling. Stick that gorgeous young meat deeper into your mother's pussy – deeper, baby. Sock it home and tear me apart!"

They writhed together, and Lauralee discovered that she couldn't get to his cock quite as well like this, but she enjoyed the change, the difference, and clung to the surging cheeks of her son's ass while he fed his shaft powerfully up into her steamy gash. Robbie's mouth fastened hungrily to one of her tits and tried to draw the entire mound between his suctioning lips. Her pussy ate at his rod, gulped at the pistoning meat, and Lauralee's vaginal muscles clamped upon it, adored it juicily, wetly, hotly.

When he lunged harder, she almost lost her balance, and swayed. Robbie held to her, and moved her step by slow, fumbling step across the room, stroking his prick steadily into her avid snatch as he did so. The couch bumped the backs of her knees, and Lauralee sank back upon its cushions, being very careful not to have his submerged prick slip out. He rolled over on top of her and hammered his pelvis into her heavily padded one; Lauralee know the rhythmic slapping of his balls and the sweaty pressure of his belly. Robbie had to let go of her nipple then, and transferred his mouth to her own, feeding her his tongue with the same primitive fury that he was using to sledge his stiff rod into her flexing cunt.

Rocking with him, turning with his thrusts, Lauralee raised her legs and trapped his lurching body in the silken net. Writhing upon his driving prick, she dug her heels into the cleft of his ass and bit the boy's lips as her climax bubbled furiously, deep within her vagina.

This was real; this demanding power was real and true, and she fought to hold her own against it, battled to fuck him even more fiercely than he was screwing her. Gasping and heaving, she strained against his crotch as her clitoris exploded to send the sweet violence throughout her quivering body.

A heartbeat later, she felt the spewing of his sizzling come, the eruption of his semen. Heavy and searing, the treasured juice boiled against the cup of her cervix and sprayed the vaginal walls. Her son's fingertips drilled into the soft cheeks of her trembling ass, and his balls emptied themselves in successive convulsions.

Her head swimming, Lauralee fell back upon the couch, her legs slipping down his, her breasts pumping as she choked for air, for some kind of balance. Every time, she thought dazedly; each and every time she came with Robbie, it was fantastic, an orgasm that screamed exultantly along her nerves and went off inside her mind like a chain of firecrackers.

She became conscious that she was being kissed, that two pairs of lips were soft and arm at her cheeks, upon her throat. She knew that another set of firm breasts was pressing into her side, and that her lover's prick was still embedded to its thick hilt within her milky vagina. Bettina, she thought; adorable little Bettina had stayed aside so that Lauralee could have her pussy filled once again with an enchanted cock.

Turning her head, Lauralee kissed the girl's tender mouth and murmured, "Thank you, dear. I don't mean to be greedy or selfish. It's just that – well, since you got me started sexually, I just can't seem to get enough."

Bettina drew the tip of her tongue across her lips and said, "That isn't bad. In fact, it's good for all of us." She pulled back slightly and said to Robbie, "I guess this is as good a time as any to tell her."

Gently, the boy pulled his still rigid shaft from the sleeve of his mother's cunt. She felt sticky juice purling down the inside of one thigh, and blinked at her son as he sat back upon his haunches. Robbie posed there between his mother's spread white thighs, a smear of semen clinging to the inflamed head of his prick.

He said, "Now don't get worried, Mom. It's – we've been making it with somebody else, before you. Bettina thinks you can handle that now."

"Of course," Lauralee said, puzzled. "You already told me about yourself, and I an imagine how Bettina got all her experience. But I don't see why you should be making a big thing of it now."

Robbie tilted his head to one side. "We didn't tell you WHO we've been screwing, and we never would have, except you've turned from an iceberg into the hottest piece of ass around."

Cupping one of Lauralee's breasts, Bettina said quietly, "You lost your hang-ups with me, and with your own son. So you shouldn't get spaced out about anything sexual, now. Robbie and I have been making it with my folks – he's bee putting it to my mom and I've been fucking my daddy. But I had a head start on Robbie, because my daddy took my cherry when I was thirteen years old, and taught me just about everything I know about sex."

Despite all her good intentions, Lauralee gasped. It came as such a shock to think that this lovely, sweet girl had been deflowered – and wasn't that a hang-up expression – had been screwed by her own father at such an early age. And Robbie: her boy, was putting that beautiful shaft to another older woman, to his wife's mother.

But that was no worse, if WORSE was the proper word, than him fucking his own mother. Lauralee absorbed the information and dissected it, growing more calm by the moment. Really, she thought, it was ridiculous to be upset about anything like that. In a back-handed way, she was truly grateful to Mr. and Mrs. and Mrs. Hartmann, to the man, especially. If he hadn't screwed his young daughter, and evidently done a magnificent job of breaking in the girl, Bettina might not have fucked Robbie so easily, might not have married him. An Lauralee would still be a frigid, bitter woman blind to all the sensuous joys of incest and bisexuality.

"Your father taught you well," she said, "and I'm thankful you passed it along, Bettina."

"There," Robbie crowed. "I told you she was great. Oh man, what a ball we're going to have." He slid out from between her legs, his cock drooping a little.

Lauralee propped herself on one elbow and put her arm around the girl's slim and nubile body. "But how did you get to screw Mrs. Hartmann, dear?"

Her son grinned. "It was kind of easy, because Chris – that's Bettina's father – was balling Bettina so much that he wasn't giving much prick to his wife, to Jessica. She thought he was getting something on the side, but she didn't suspect Bettina. I mean, she was hot to trot, and looking around for some fucking of her own. There I was, and I screwed the hell out of her, all turned on because she was Bettina's mom, and because she was my first grown-up pussy."

"Let me get this straight," Lauralee said. "You KNEW that Bettina was laying her father, and you still meant to marry her?"

"Sure, Mom. And once I got into Jessica and got her turned on, it was simple to set it up so that Bettina dame in and caught us fucking up a storm. Man, I had it balls-deep into her mom's wet cunt when she walked into the bedroom. Jessica almost passed out and tried to wiggle out from under me, but I held down so Bettina could explain it all to her. After she thought it over some, Jessica could see that the four of us would make a happy family. That night, she almost screwed Chris' balls off, she was so excited, and that day, the four of us got together."

Lauralee caught her breath, picturing an adult couple and this pair of charming, sensual children, naked and squirming together – the father fucking his tiny daughter, the mother stroking a rich and mature cunt upon a boy's eager cock. She could imagine the adult couple staring at each other, seeing for the first time how the youthful lovers screwed, watching each other rise to the wild heights of passion. It must have been a terrifically stimulating experience for them all, an orgy of the flesh and mind as well.

"Bettina," she asked, "did you learn to got down on women from your mother?"

The girl laughed merrily. "Oh no; I had this thing going with another kid for awhile, before my daddy started fucking me. That's how he got up the nerve, the first time. He saw Maris and me doing some sixty-nine; it gave him such a hard-on that he practically raped me." She laughed again. "But he didn't have to struggle much; I was more than ready to try on a prick, and from then on, we screwed every time we got the chance. I was the first chick to eat Mom's cunt, and mine was the first she ever tasted. Now she digs it, too; just like you, Lauralee."

"Just like me," Lauralee breathed. "Oh, I'm so mixed up; all these new ideas coming at once, all these different concepts. But I can accept them, because I don't ever want to go back to what I was, and I certainly don't want to lose my two beautiful lovers, ever."

Robbie swung his legs over the side of the bed and Bettina kissed Lauralee's cheek. "That's great, just wonderful. When I saw you finger-fucking yourself in that X-rated motel, I just knew everything was going to work out all right. Excuse me now; I want to go call my parents and tell them that we're back from the wedding. They sort of planned on sharing our honeymoon, but I'll explain it has to be later, that we have something going with you."

CHAPTER SEVEN

She cooked them a strengthening meal, steak and baked potatoes, a green salad and spring peas. They had milk while Lauralee drank strong coffee and spiked her final cup with good brandy. She still wasn't quite used to sitting around naked with her equally bare son and his young wife, especially doing something as mundane and familiar as finishing dinner.

That would come with time, she thought, as most of her earlier programming had already. She didn't need to hide her body behind a stylish shield of clothes; it was a good body, sensual and pleasure-giving. People love it, all the hillocks and crevices, all the smooth skin and warm flesh. Now she did, also.

Bettina helped her clear the table, and they stuffed dishes into the washer while Robbie went to clean up. In one way, Lauralee felt comfortable with the girl; in another there was an undercurrent of sexual tension between them that would never allow her to be completely at ease with her daughter-in-law. But that wasn't bad; she felt the identical tension with her own son, a heightening of all her senses as their bodies struck sparks from each other.

It was probably just that way with Bettina and her father, Lauralee thought, that closeness of blood and breaking of the taboo causing an accelerated drive, a more intense need. Yet both she and the girl had plenty of love left over for others, perhaps even magnified because of the incomparable fulfillment they knew, a completeness always laced with a certain degree of insatiability. Whatever it was, the results were nothing short of terrific.

Bettina leaned back against he dishwasher, and its red ON lights seemed to accent, to outline the sleek charm of the finely modelled body. The girl said, "Mom and Dad were really surprised when I told them all about us. Robbie had mentioned how could you were, how you never went out with anyone. But they're happy it's all working out so well, and very eager to meet you."

"I feel silly because I've only spoken to them on the phone," Lauralee answered. "I didn't want to meet them because I was so set against Robbie getting married – not only to you, but to any girl. Now I suppose I'm a little afraid of them."

The girl slid gracefully away from the machine, the tiny body undulating, all honey-gold and smooth. "They're cool people, Lauralee; I'm sure you'll dig them and it'll do you a lot of good to screw another guy, someone besides Robbie. My dad can give you a wonderful fucking."

A little tremble stirred deep within Lauralee's body, and her skin felt warmer, more sensitive. She wondered what the man looked like, and about the size and shape of his prick; would it be thicker than her son's shaft, or longer? Would the swollen cockhead be formed any differently, and would it make any kind of change in her sensual enjoyment? Having a strange body fitted to her own had to be exciting, she decided, and hoped she would be able to make the man as happy.

She reached out for Bettina and drew the slim body to her own, revelling in the touch of the flawless skin and its eager warmth. "I'm sure he can, dear. I just hope I can match it; I haven't had much experience, you know."

Bettina snuggled close, pressing the cones of her neat tits into the flesh of Lauralee's ribs, pressing the satin glory of her humid mound into a thigh. "Oh, you will, don't worry. Daddy will go ape when he sees you, and we'll be lucky if we can pry his big cock out of your sweet pussy later. And Mom – well, she's wonderful. You'll see, when we all get together tomorrow. Tonight, we'll ball each other some more – you and me and Robbie."

Lauralee stroked gently seeking hands over the diminutive sculpture of the girl's lovely ass and said, "In my bed this time; it's been empty too long. And with the lights on, so I can see everything, so I can catch a glimpse of us in the mirror. My husband and I always did it in the dark – my fault, of course. And we didn't fuck all that often, anyway. Again, my fault."

Bettina came up on tippytoe so she could touch her furry little vulva to the thick matting of Lauralee's pussy. "It couldn't have been ALL your fault, darling. You're too passionate, too hot a woman. He must have done something to turn you off."

"I'll take the blame," Lauralee said, and forced her self back from the pulsing body. "But we'd better take our baths right now, or we never will. Robbie ought to be done and waiting on us."

Holding hands, they moved along the hallway, their hips and thighs brushing with occasional quick kisses. Heat grew in Lauralee's belly, dampening her pussy and making her inner thighs tense. The entire night lay before them, beckoning and laden with erotic promises. They separated as Lauralee headed for her own bathroom, turned a little dizzy by overlapping expectations of tonight and tomorrow.

When Lauralee came back into her bedroom, she was refreshed and squeaky clean, her skin powdered and perfumed, her ebony hair fluffed out. She walked tall, her long legs swinging easily, smoothly, with her firm and nicely rounded breasts bouncing their tips gone stiff and dark. Her olive-toned skin was touched with rose and glowing from her bath. Lauralee was ready for anything, knowing she looked good, that she was appealing to the eye, a joy to all the senses. It was good to be proud, to show all she had.

She paused a moment, looking down at the beautiful couple already stretched and waiting for he upon the bed, and saw their eyes light up with appreciation. They were so lovely in their youth, she thought, both of them slim and sleek, both tapered just so, rounded delightfully in the proper places. The girl had her slender thighs parted slightly, the blonde hair of her small mound gleaming, the polished belly flat and silken. Robbie's prick was fully turgid, the blue veins a delicate network around the hardened shaft, the adorable cockhead bulging splendidly. Brown hair curled over and around his balls, and the boy's hand was gently caressing the sack.

"Wow," he breathed. "You can make any guy jack off, by just standing there bare-assed, Mom. I sure feel sorry for my father, not knowing what a fantastic piece of hot pussy you are."

Lauralee flowed toward the bed, and lay down beside him, giving him her tits to fondle, her heart picking up its pace and pulses throbbing in her throat. This was the bed, the place she and her ex-husband had slept, where she had so many times lain stiff and unyielding, merely trying to do a repugnant wifely duty and never enjoying it.

Robbie's hand was on her snatch, one finger sliding up and down her damply palpitating labia, and her entire body yearned to him, for him, urgently needing the plunging of that boyish cock. But Lauralee forced herself to pull away from him.

"Darling, I don't want to be greedy. Beside, I haven't watched you put that gorgeous stiff prick to your wife yet. Show me how you fuck her, Robbie; I'll enjoy that as much as screwing you myself." And she would, she thought; she wanted to see every minute detail of their lovemaking, to watch each slide of her son's rigid prick into the delectable lips of Bettina's lovely, girlish cunt.

"Okay, Mom; I'll still have a hard-on for you, anyway."

His wife rolled toward him, and Lauralee gave them room, eyeing the caressing movements of their hands and the slow writhing of their bodies. She saw them kiss, and watched the resultant tremors that shook them as Robbie's hands sought the girl's breasts, as Bettina's fingers crept down to heft his balls and wander along the staff of his ready cock.

When Bettina wriggled off to one side and rolled over onto hands and knees, Lauralee blinked at the girl, but delighted in the sight of that enticing ass that showed a peeping of hair in its cleft. Lauralee lay upon her side, one arm curled upon the pillow beneath her head, and watched her son move around behind his wife. Of course, she thought; the pornographic movies had show this position, and Lauralee remembered the scene with clarity now.

There Robbie was, also on his knees, and running his hands over his young wife's buttocks, around and under her smooth tummy while he slid his distended prick up and down between the cheeks of that captivating that ass. Long golden hair hanging down, Bettina squirmed at the caresses, and Lauralee could see the girl's breasts swaying, their pink nipples like baby strawberries.

"Pretty pussy," Robbie said. "I dig those cunt lips, baby. Feel the tip of my cock against them?"

"Umm," Bettina whispered. "Give it to me, lover. Slide that nice hard prick up into my cunt. Show your mother how we fuck."

Turning his head, Robbie smiled at Lauralee and fingered his shaft, angling the ballooned knob down to nudge into the girl's tremulous labia, into the dewy pink lips so eager to take it in. Lauralee stared entranced at the spongy-hard bulb pressed inward and upward, as Bettina shifted her ass slightly to get it settled. Turning upon the bed and sliding closer upon her belly, her nipples aching against the sheet, Lauralee was intent upon the tiniest movement. It was her first experience at seeing fucking from close up – in real life, anyway, and the films at that motel couldn't come close to this flesh and blood demonstration.

The boy's cockhead slid from view, and slowly the swollen staff followed, disappearing into the avid clenching of Bettina's cunt lips. Lauralee could see the labia stretched and thinned, going flat in places away from the padding of blond pubic hair. Then Robbie's prick was buried to he hilt, his balls swinging down between the opened thighs and his belly tight against the hillocks of the girl's ass.

Fascinated, Lauralee edged nearer, her eyes fastened upon the lascivious joining of the sexual organs. So close, she could make out each curling pussy hair, and every matching coil of the darker hair around her son's stem. The prick moved back, shining with the lubricating juices of Bettina's velvety cunt, and the girl's lips clung jealously to the withdrawing meat.

As Robbie plunged it back into the shuddering vagina, Lauralee couldn't help herself. She stroked his ass, his back, while her face remained very close to her son's tenderly moving cock, to the rhythmic swinging of his balls. She could smell the exotic aroma of the girl's's aroused snatch, and her mouth watered.

Lauralee kissed her son's thigh, then turned her head to plant the same caress upon Bettina. Her had crept out to catch the pendulum sack of Robbie's testicles, and she held it softly while his prick moved back and forth, slid in and out. Letting go of his balls, she turned suddenly upon her back and moved her legs toward to head of the bed, twisting her body until she was facing up and positioned so she could thrust her head between Bettina's spread knees and against Robbie's.

Staring up, she watched the boy's rod working greasily into the damp pussy lips, and at every long stroke his balls brushed her forehead. Anything was all right for them to do, she recalled; everything was possible, it there was only willingness and need. So Lauralee opened her lips and sucked her son's sack into them, rolling her head gently with the continuing movement as he kept fucking.

It was nice, holding the knotted machinery that created the precious semen, but it still wasn't enough. Lifting her head a little, she released the boy's balls and instead ran her tongue along the underside of his thrusting prick. Lauralee could taste the fragrant oils of Bettina's open cunt then, and kept working her tongue up and forward until she found the vibrant pussy lips themselves. This was the place, she thought ecstatically, here exactly where the strong cock was gliding into the stretched labia, so tasty and delicious.

Robbie's balls moved over her nose and cheeks, and Lauralee probed Bettina's shivering vulva, knowing the flavors of prick and pussy alike, relishing the steamy miasma that was like perfumed fog around her. She probed for and discovered the clitoral hood, and added her licking tongue tot he pressure of Robbie's pistoning meat, teasing his cock and the leaping clit at the same moment.

Bettina jerked wildly, rocking her trim ass from side to side, and Lauralee could hear the girl moan throatily. Robbie was also reacting violently, his strokes becoming more and more convulsive each time he submerged the enlarged bud of his shaft to its fullest. Blissfully, Lauralee licked and tapped, her mouth opened wide and her lips stretched, wishing she could take in both their organs, but savoring every rapturous wiggle they made as a result of her tantalizing ministrations.

She was with them when they came, exulting in their heaving orgasm because she was a vital part of it, she was giving both her beautiful lovers more pleasure than they could get alone.

Her son's testicles bucked as they released the pressure of their treasured juices, and Lauralee groaned as she realized that the boy's creamy liquid was streaming forcefully into the blazing cavity whose clit she was tormenting with her tongue. Bettina rocked and churned her ass, and Robbie's thrusting shuddered to a halt. Lauralee continued to lick furiously against his embedded meat and into the girl's seething pussy, her tongue flicking and lashing for their chemical blending, the fuse for their tremendous explosion, and she dug her tongue hungrily into the flexing, quaking cunt.

But Lauralee sensed that Bettina was weakening; the girl's willowy thighs sagged, and the knees were trembling. With regret, she slid from between them, to lie panting upon her back, licking at her lips. She saw Bettina collapse upon her belly, saw the boy's hard prick snap from the juicy clenching of that golden vagina. The head was still leaking a creamy flow of semen, a pearly string of glistening come that dribbled down his now upright shaft to wet the brown moss of his crotch.

"Mom, oh Mom," he said, "that was the greatest. I thought the head of my prick was going to blow off!"

And Bettina gasped into the pillow, "Yeah – it was so wild, I couldn't stand it. That's something my mother never did to us, or Daddy either. You're teaching us something, too."

Smiling, Lauralee closed her eyes. It was wonderful to give such happiness, to give so freely of herself, even when she wasn't receiving stimulation in return.

And purely from reflex, she had shown the kids a new trick, passed along a different sensation that had thrilled both of them tremendously. Lauralee was proud of herself for that; her instincts were right, and she would allow them to guide her from now on, whichever direction they might take.

She felt her son relaxing upon the bed and knew that he would require at least a short rest. That was all right; she wasn't in any hurry, and they had the entire night ahead of them. Robbie would soon be horny to get back into his mother's pussy with tongue and prick, and Bettina would join them, one way or another.

The girl's parents hadn't licked into their joined organs, but Mr. and Mrs. Hartmann had probably done just about everything else with these highly sensuous teenagers. Lauralee corrected herself; Chris and Jessica; if she was going to fuck the man, she ought to be thinking of him by his first name, anyhow. And the woman – there would no doubt be some intriguing, thrilling love to be shared with Jessica, also.

Lauralee caressed her breasts, fingering the rigid nipples while she squeezed her thighs together and rolled her ass just a bit. There would be so much to see – a father screwing his daughter; the girl eating greedily into her mother's mature pussy; Robbie pumping his powerful young cock into his mother-in-law; the man and wife fucking each other.

As she felt her son's hand moving over her pulsing mound, Lauralee thought that she was eagerly looking forward to the next day, and to meeting her new lovers-to-be.

CHAPTER EIGHT

This time, Lauralee awoke to the smell of breakfast bacon being fried and lay still in the bed, betting herself oriented. She was alone; the kids were already up, and Bettina was obviously cooking.

Stretching languorously, Lauralee felt the sheet slide down her breasts, and it seemed to caress them in passing. She felt warm and relaxed, smiling drowsily as she thought back to the long and loving night she'd spent with her son and daughter-in-law. Nothing would do but that Bettina try the same kind of tongue work she'd given the girl, so Lauralee had gladly positioned herself so that Robbie could mount her from behind.

She knew then why Bettina had gone wild, because that tongue flicking and dipping had added so much more dimension to the fucking. Her son had folded over her arched body, so he could get both hands upon her down-hanging tits while he pumped that seemingly tireless prick into her flowing cunt. Lauralee had felt very bitchy, grinding her pussy into the girl's mouth while taking the boy's cock, and her orgasm had been nothing but sensational.

Climbing out of bed, she went into the bathroom to pee, then brushed her teeth and took a quick shower. Between herself and Bettina, they'd gotten the idea to both eat Robbie, and the poor kid had crawled all over the bed at the experience. They'd taken turns sucking his balls and cock, practically devouring him, changing places in silent agreement until he was just about ready to come. Then their tongues intertwined around his swollen cockhead, and their lips loved it until he spurted the starchy juices for them to share.

At the vivid memory, Lauralee looked into the mirror over the sink and ran her tongue over he lips. Robbie had run out of gas, after that climax, and was drained for some time, so she and Bettina had gone on making love, screwing each other clit to clit, then finger-fucking for awhile, and finally doing a sizzling, hunching sixty-nine, their heads locked between each other's gripping thighs, eating and pulling like hungry animals.

Giving a last touch to her hair and a dab of perfume to her breasts, Lauralee left the bath only to hesitate in her bedroom. Bettina's parents were due today, she recalled with a lift of her nipples and a stirring within her vagina. She went to the closet and chose her best robe, which wasn't all that great. But by letting the front gape down to the cleft between her braless tits and belting the robe tightly at her waist so that it would cling to her belly and hips, Lauralee managed to make it look sexy. She tucked her feet into fluffy mules and decided they would do.

The kids welcomed her into the kitchen with kisses, and she grinned when she saw that they were also dressed. Bettina had on a terrycloth robe of Robbie's, and the boy wore an older one.

"So you won't be embarrassed at first," he explained. "Besides, they'll have clothes on, and it'll be a lot of fun when everybody starts to peel."

Lauralee was very hungry, and did yeoman justice to bacon and eggs and hotcakes, complimenting Bettina on her cooking. They were finishing with coffee when the doorbell rang. Lauralee jerked bolt upright and the kids stared at her.

Bettina said, "Don't get uptight; just relax. I'll get the door and bring them in. Lauralee, darling – it's all going to be natural and easy; you'll see."

Busying herself by clearing off the table and tidying the kitchen swiftly, Lauralee hope so. Even though she had let herself go sexually, fucking gaily and riotously in tempestuous incest, she was nervous about meeting Bettina's father and mother. She kept telling herself that they felt the same about screwing, that they had made it with their own daughter and her son, but still she couldn't dispel a hovering cloud of anxiety.

She heard the front door open and close, and a deep voice that mingled with Bettina's glad cry of greeting. Her hands gripped the edge of the sink until Robbie came up behind her to press gently against the cheeks of her ass.

"It's okay, Mom; just hand loose, baby."

Lauralee turned to face them, but only a man stood beside Bettina, and the girl said, "Wouldn't you know? Mom's sister got sick this morning, and yelled for help. Mother said she shouldn't have to stay over there more than a day, at the most…"

The man was wide-shouldered and powerfully built, his chest deep and his face rugged. Chris Hartmann was almost bald, she saw, and for a fleeting instant compared him with her former husband. Marshall was taller and had a heavy shock of thick hair; he was handsomer too. But there was something compelling about this man, an aura of sensuality and certainty that was attractive, and she thought that even if she didn't know Chris Hartmann had fucked his own daughter when she was younger, she would still be drawn to him.

"Well," Chris Hartmann said, "I know Robbie is a good-looking kid, and I see where he inherited his looks." He came close and held out his hand.

Lauralee took it, feeling warm strength close about her fingers. She was a tiny bit flustered, like a teenager meeting a blind date. "Thank you. I – will you have some coffee – perhaps brandy with it?"

His eyes touched her body, slid down into the opening of her robe to feel along the dusky cleft between her breasts. Lauralee drew a deep breath, lifting her tits, and Chris' eyes lingered upon their lush mound, at the anticipatory stiffening of her nipples.

"Yeah," Chris answered, "please." Tearing away his eyes, he said to the kids, "You two look as if you've been busier than ever, and I don't blame you."

Bettina gave her father a heavy-lidded smile. "We missed you and Mom, though. But I can wait a little longer, Daddy. You and Lauralee get to know each other." Taking Robbie by the hand, she led the boy from the room, back down the hallway.

Nervously, Lauralee poured brandy and coffee, her hands shaking a bit and a tremble moving within her tummy. It was almost like being a whore, she thought, seeing a man for the first time, an utter stranger, and knowing that they were going to fuck. Maybe whores had no choice, and were forced to accept any customer, but Lauralee WANTED to screw this stranger, to know the feel of a different male body against her own and penetrating her softly giving flesh. She wanted to go exploring along the many and varied pathways of sensual love, to learn and to do.

"Here's to the kids," she said, lifting her cup in a casual toast. "I'm glad they're married."

Chris saluted her with his own cup, and with those probing eyes. "Me, too. Making it with a guy's's wife adds a fillip to the goodies, even though the wife is my own daughter. Bettina told you about that?"

Nodding, Lauralee answered softly, "Yes, she did. And it wasn't a confession, but a proud telling. I-I know how she feels, in reverse."

He drained his cup. "It bothered me some, at first. She's so small and I thought I was some kind of nut, throwing it to my own kid that way. But I couldn't stay away from her, and pretty soon, I admitted I didn't want to. Then, when Robbie came along I was kind of jealous, but not for long; especially when he did us all a favor by laying my wife. After that, it got even better for everybody, and I rediscovered just what a juicy hot woman Jessica is." He looked at her, "And now, there's you."

"Yes," she said quietly, "there's me."

"You feel a little funny, a little edgy?" Chris asked.

She nodded, "And you?"

"Yeah – but I keep wanting to reach out and see if you're real."

Lauralee put down her cup. "Then do it."

As the man stood up and began to drop off his shirt and pants, she turned on the breakfast stool, swivelling in the chair and fumbling with the belt of her robe. Lauralee stared at the chunky body that was being swiftly exposed, the hairy chest and muscular belly, the heavy bulge in his jockey shorts.

Chris' prick was bigger than her son's, bigger than she remembered her husband's being. When it leaped from his shorts, she saw that it was thick and long, a massive shaft throbbing with energy, the puffy head dark and engorged, a veritable club with a knotted end. His pubic hair had reddish glints in its rich brown curls, and the hair marched right up his belly, its thin line spreading when it reached the barrel chest. The man's balls swung hugely low in a wrinkled sack.

Lauralee's robe fell open down the front, and she made a tentative motion, as if to lower herself from the barstool, but he glided toward her and put his squared hands upon her hips.

"Just like this," he said huskily. "I never saw such beautiful, long legs, and your pussy hair looks a foot deep, all black and shiny. Your tits aren't big, but they make a man's hands itch to cup them."

"I-I can go to the couch in the living room," Lauralee whispered.

"Right her is fine," Chris said, "I don't want to wait a second longer to get into you, baby. I can't move back from that gorgeous snatch."

His hand dipped beneath her robe and found her swollen breasts. Lauralee parted her knees and Chris moved between them, that heavy cock jerking hungrily as it touched the sensitive skin of her belly. She quivered, realizing that it was going to happen right now, with no more preliminaries, without either of them having to play coy little games. They were going to FUCK, right here in her kitchen, and he was so horny that he didn't even want her to climb off the stool. It was nice to be needed that urgently.

Hands gentle upon her vibrant breasts, Chris moved his hips, so that his distended cockhead slid over her tummy, and his mouth came closer to her own. Her face was just about on a level with his, and she looked directly into his eyes as their lips met, seeing the hot desires flaming there. Thick and hard, slippery and hot, the man's tongue slipped into her mouth, and her own tongue attacked it greedily.

Rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, Chris pressed them down into the globes of her breasts, then allowed the erectile points to spring back against he palms of his hands, cupping the mounds, fondling them. That sturdy prick bumped her belly, and Lauralee spread her thighs wider to feel the weighted sack of the man's balls. With his mouth still glued to hers, Chris let go of her tits and slipped one hand down to her thigh. The other was tilting his flanged knob downward and steering it blunt, sticky point into the thick fleece of her pubic mound.

Lifting her knees a bit, Lauralee edged forward on the stool, so that the probing glans could reach her labia more easily, and shuddered when she felt it nudging, pushing against her dampened cunt lips. She put her arms around his neck and her breath panted hotly steady pressure of his cockhead.

Against her teeth, he whispered, "Oh yeah, baby. Soft, hot pussy lips, all slidy and wiggling – opening for my prick – it's working on up into you, baby – sliding up into your juicy snatch inch by inch."

She hissed back, rolling her crotch to assist the seating of the gorged meat. "This is only the third prick I've ever known – my husband's, then my son's, and now yours. Oh Chris, Chris – your cock is so much bigger than either of theirs; it's filling up my pussy, packing it so nicely."

His shaft pushed on, until her cunt lips were squeezed down around its wide stem and the padding of their pubic hair was mingled as their crotches ground together in mutual passion.

"Socked into your cunt," Chris gasped then. "I've got it shoved home right to the balls, Lauralee. Wrap those long, slick legs around me, darling – just hold on because I'm going to fuck you right on through the back of that stool!"

"Do it!" Lauralee groaned. "Fuck me hard and fuck me mean, lover – try to rip me open with that big, beautiful fat prick – screw me harder than Robbie can, meaner than my husband ever dared – do it, do it, you stiff-cocked son of a bitch!"

Her legs clung frantically to his waist, locked and crossed at the ankles, and Lauralee jammed it to him, sliding her seething pussy back and forth upon the round, strong pole, wheeling her taut ass in avid circles and digging the points of her breasts into the thrillingly hairy expanse of his chest.

New prick, different prick; strange lover, now with his hands upon her waist to try to hold her in position while he fed that marvelous meat deep into her convulsing vagina. Her body was pinned onto and against the stool, but her pelvis could strike back at his pistoning bat, and Lauralee twisted upon it.

"Beautiful," Chris moaned. "Oh baby – your greasy snatch is eating up my prick, biting down on it the same way as Bettina's little pussy does – oh-uh-uh! You're a great piece of ass – great! Those long, loose legs, the way you grind your cunt – ahh, baby – lovely, hot-assed bitch!"

His strokes pounded harder into her cunt, almost lifting her squirming ass from the barstool and making her boobs bounce, making her head rock back and forth in the hammering rhythm of his fucking. Chris' balls went slap-slap into the steamy crack of her ass, slap-slap along the seat of the stool. Lauralee's pussy echoed the noises, but wetly, liquidly – squish-squish.

Dipping her face, she clamped her teeth into the man's corded throat and held on, her arms tight about his shoulders now, her entire body wriggling and humping. She laid her mattressed crotch up to him, bucking upon the impalement of his thick, hard meat and attempting to draw that bulging cockhead up through her pulsating womb, up into her stomach. Deeper and more powerfully, his prick sledged up her tremulous, hotly jellied sheath.

Chris' breath broke away from her suctioning lips, and he gasped for air as his thrusts became offbeat and jerky. She rode them furiously, jack-hammering her snatch into his root as the golden radiance began to flare around her clit and her asshole drew pinpoint tight in anticipation of the orgasm only milliseconds away.

"C-coming!" Chris groaned, hanging onto her wildly gyrating hips. "Oh baby, you're tearing the head right off my prick and I'm COMING!"

Pivoting sinuously, lasciviously upon this new cock, feeling the gushing of thick and bubbling semen, Lauralee clawed her for her own all-pervading climax, coming in a frenzy of humpings, wrestling him between her thighs as her pelvis beat into his. She came and came, sizzling wavelets of rapture timing themselves to the spurting of his semen, reacting with ecstasy to each spatter of live juice that hosed her cervix, that cascaded throughout her vagina.

"Lovely, lovely!" she gasped. "Oh lover – this big prick is so hard, nice and thick and long, and it's still squirting come into my pussy!"

Chris sighed against her throat, his thumbs digging into her churning hips, his submerged cock held within the fiery cauldron of her inundated snatch, his testicles twitching as they emptied themselves in a final spasming. "What a wild fuck," he murmured. "You must drive your kid right up the wall with that hungry pussy."

"And you must freak out your daughter with that big cock," she answered, "as well as your wife."

Keeping his shaft crammed into her flexing drenched cunt to the balls, Chris said, "Between Robbie and me, we'll keep you all busy and loving. Oh man, I can feel come leaking out of your box and puddling into my balls. I must have fired one hell of a big load."

"You did," Lauralee agreed, letting her legs slide down and moving slightly back with her crotch, so that his prick started to glide from it syrupy gloving. She anted to fuck him some more, to see if his prick tasted different, to discover how Chris went about eating her pussy. She wanted to climb on to and ride him to have him mount her from behind. And she would, she thought – she certainly would.

CHAPTER NINE

After they went into the living room, Lauralee got a little high, and Chris wasn't far behind her, she knew. They polished off several drinks in a row, and she no longer felt strange with him. The man was easy to be with, and they laughed a lot. She noticed that his prick didn't recover as quickly as Robbie's, but it was well on the way, lifting slowly and growing bigger around as they sneaked fleeting caresses of each other's body, as they kissed tenderly between drinks.

The kids, she thought, Robbie and Bettina were giving them plenty of time to become adjusted. Lauralee wished they would come on in and join them; she was developing some deliciously erotic ideas about what the four of them could do together, but there would be a lot of time for group experimentation, she realized, and meanwhile, Chris was beginning to get horny once more. As for herself, Lauralee thought that she had never been turned off, not since that first time when she had surrendered to Bettina's deft loving; and her son's fucking had only intensified her long-withheld desires, fanning them into a furnace that was never banked.

They were sitting on the couch, their thighs touching, and Lauralee began to caress the partly turgid cock, folding it gently and fondling the budding glans, then tickling down into the sack of the heavily furred balls. Stroking below them, fingering along the narrow ridge that reached to his asshole, Lauralee wondered if men would like to feel something up there, too. Remembering the weird thrill when Bettina had eased a finger into her anus, Lauralee puzzled over what size cock could actually be taken into that tight back door.

She discarded any idea of Chris' large prick would hurt, but Robbie's slender tool might do very well. Lauralee felt ann insidious tremor move inside her dripping vagina. One thin cock sliding into her ass, and another, bigger one, packing her pussy; it would be fantastic, to be loved so by two males at the same time. Closing her eyes as she manipulated Chris' shaft into further growth, she rocked in imaginative rhythm, pretending that her body was sandwiched between them, that two stiff pricks were pumping tenderly into her flesh, voluptuously greased and adoring. She could be so wonderfully debauched!

Tucking her legs up beneath her body, Lauralee turned upon the couch and gazed at the fully bloomed cockhead, darker than her son's and much more flared. There was a tiny smear of paste near the little slot, left over from the roaring fountain of semen this man had ejaculated into her snatch.

Had it only been days ago when she would have shuddered in horror at even the idea of simply handling a man's prick, much less going down on it? To Lauralee, that old part of her life seemed hidden in antiquity. She felt that she had been truly born back there in that wantonly appealing motel. Bending lower, she kissed the stubby tip of Chris' cockhead while her fingers continued to tantalize his balls and scrotum and the trunk of his burly shaft.

"Did it thrill you," she asked with her breath blowing hotly over the swollen knob, "when your daughter first took this into her mouth?"

His fingers meandered through her hair. "It sure as hell did. You know, I'd never have gotten the guts to even feel Bettina's tight little ass if I hadn't caught her he and her girl friend eating each other. I'm not sure if she knows it yet, but I was there in the door for a long time, staring down at those two neat little bodies, all naked and twisting, seeing those gorgeous young cunts pumped into mouths. Hell; my prick started to leak, so I took it out of my pants and jacked off right then and there. I threw a load of come halfway across the room, and if they hadn't broken apart just after that, I probably would have done it again."

Kissing the head of his prick, Lauralee asked, "What happened to the other girl?"

Chris stretched out his legs and his glans flexed. "Oh, she was scared out of her mind, and split. I haven't seen her again. She tore out of there carrying her clothes, and she won't even talk to Bettina on the phone. It's a damned shame; she's a cute little bitch."

Lauralee licked tenderly over the distended bulb, running her tongue below it where the small pouch of scar tissue was very soft. "Bettina said you practically raped her."

Chris grunted. "I had to. There was my girl's forbidden cunt, gleaming up at me all wet and golden, and those hard, pink nipples, and that delicate, babyish ass – and it wasn't like she was some innocent kid. I'd seen her eating pussy and getting her own gobbled. So I kicked off my pants and walked over to where she was lying on her own bed, and I grabbed her by the knees. Spreading them wide open, I jammed my cockhead into her dainty snatch."

Rolling the fat knob of his big rod against her cheek, Lauralee said, "And she loved it."

"Damned right," Chris agreed. "Only I didn't know she'd never had a cock before. She'd only been playing sixty-nine with the other girl, and she was a cherry. I had one hell of a time getting my big prick up that narrow little hole. She never made a sound, just held onto the cheeks of my ass and tried to help, looking up into my eyes and smiling and licking her lips. Well, I popped off before I could break her maidenhead, but all that slippery come helped out a lot. When I finally got my cock stuffed up Bettina I could give her the kind of long, deep fucking she needed then. It was slow and sweet, and I guess the kid came eight or ten times, moaning and telling me how much she loved her daddy's big prick. When I came again, I thought my backbone had melted and was splashing out of the head of my cock. Well – from then on, my hot-assed little daughter and her horny old man have been fucking damned near every day and night."

Lauralee drew the delectable cockhead into her mouth and slid it across her tongue, dripping her cheeks in to caress it as the knob reached back into the velvet chalice of her throat. She wished she had been there to see this man screwing Bettina for the first time; she wanted to see it now, to become a vicarious participant in the abandoned, provocative loving between father and daughter. So she only bobbed her head up and down a few times, teasing the prick shamelessly with her now-experienced tongue and sucking delicately at it. Then Lauralee lifted her mouth from around the tasty meat and sat up.

She had almost expected to see them standing in the entrance to the living room, and wasn't surprised when they were. Hand in hand, their slender naked bodies all fresh and radiant, Bettina and Robbie smiled and moved toward the couch. The girl's small breasts jiggled enticingly, and the boy's rigid prick bobbed up and down as he walked, the deeply pink knob like a signal.

Lauralee was happy they were close, that these wonderful kids had sensed her urgent need for them. Robbie was nearer, and she reached out one had to curl her fingers around his erect young cock; the other one still had a warm grip upon Chris' pole. Holding them both, she said, "This is just marvelous, to be able to hold two nice, stiff pricks in my hands, to know that both of them have pumped creamy come into my pussy, and will again."

Bettina sat down on the other side of her father, putting one shapely arm around the man's neck and kissing him hungrily. "Didn't I tell you she was great, Daddy? We didn't get to see you fuck her, but we were watching while she was licking you cock. I was kind of hoping she didn't finish you off, because it's been awhile since we made it, you and I."

Robbie leaned forward so Lauralee could rub his cockhead up and down her cheek. He said, "Go ahead, Chris; I can tell my mother is al excited about seeing you put the meat to Bettina. We're all her together, and whatever happens from there is okay."

Lauralee felt the girl's small hand touching the fingers she had wrapped around Chris' upright club, caressing both Lauralee's fingers and her daddy's prick.

But only for a moment, because Lauralee's hand drifted away as she moved back. Tugging upon her son's shaft, she said softly, "We'll take the floor, darling. Tell Mother – shall I go take a quick douche, or is it all right to keep Chris' stuff in me?"

Robbie put and arm around her waist, low down, so that he could trail exciting fingertips across her belly and play them into the humid edges of her pubic hair. "Leave it," he said, kissing her bare shoulder. "I like a nice, slippery cunt. I dig it when I follow Chris, and I like to jam my prick into Bettina's pussy right after he pumped it full of juice – or into Jessica's deep cunt, the same way. He gets a band out of it, too; fucking after me, I mean."

She sank to the carpet, her thighs tingling and her breasts heavy with expectation. "Do you take turns on them, your wife and her mother?"

Robbie lay beside her, both of them facing the couch where they could watch the love scene that was unfolding there between the sleek, volatile Bettina and her burly, hairy father.

"Yeah," her son answered, "and sometimes we ball one of them together, changing places from pussy to mouth and back again. It's a blast, doing it that way."

Lauralee's heart fluttered. "Have you – have you ever put your beautiful cock into someone's ass?"

"Jessica's," he admitted. "Bettina is too small."

"Did you screw her like that while Chris was making it in her pussy?" she persisted.

"Not yet," Robbie said. "We haven't had the time, but I've been thinking about it."

Lauralee watched the pair on the couch, seeing Chris cupping his daughter's girlish pussy with one hand, watching their tongues flick together in urgency. "Good," she whispered throatily, "then you can both screw me like that, get me between you and shove both your gorgeous, stiff cocks up me."

"Man," her son breathed, "I always get turned on, seeing them feel each other up. Look how she's massaging his big prick, and the way he's sliding a finger up into her snatch. Bettina has such a beautiful ass."

"And he has such a magnificent prick," Lauralee said. "But I'll always love YOUR cock, darling. Let's just lie here on our sides, and I'll lift one leg over you like this – can you see them okay?"

"Perfectly," Robbie answered, his hands feeling over and around her breasts now, his hard young tool pressed into her grassy crotch.

Hesitating, not anxious to hurry things along, Lauralee snuggled her vulva into her son's wonderfully hard muscle and stared at the couple on the couch. Bettina was writhing upon the finger imbedded within her tightly clasping pussy, hunching upon her daddy's hand and nibbling at this mouth while clutching his swollen prick as if she never meant to let it go.

Robbie ground his stem lightly into her crotch and said, "That's how it always is with them; one touch, and they're hot to fuck. I guess it's that way with you and me, Mom."

Slowly, his cockhead searched for the always adoring gash of her overheated pussy, the blunt tip finding its way unerringly. Lauralee shifted her hips and felt the wondrous, gently penetration of her son's penis. Staring over at the couch, she saw Chris shoving that much larger knob against the honey-blonde and silken hairs of his daughter's lustrous cunt.

Pausing then, Robbie waited until he could match the thrusting, copying the man's movements, his shaft sliding up into his mother's volatile cunt the same way Chris entered Bettina's pussy. Lauralee knew exactly what the girl was feeling, that she also gloried in the hard meat gliding into the receptive, jellied sheath. It was her daddy's prick, and therefore more exciting than anyone else's. Robbie's cock would always be more thrilling than Chris', Lauralee knew; her son's rode, her son's eager tool, infinitely precious and desirable, stroking into the pussy that clung lovingly to it.

Bettina gasped, "Oh Daddy, Daddy! Ahhh – this is my nice, bit prick; I love it filling up my little snatch this way! Oh, push it to me, darling – fuck me deep and strong, Daddy; fuck your little girl."

Lauralee could see the steady movement of the big, engorged club as it worked in and out of the gripping cunt lips, glistening wetly now from the hot lubrication of the girl's juicy vagina. She saw Bettina twisting upon the thick impalement; hunching her belly and bracing her feet against the couch with the small, rounded knees bent and the slender thighs spread wide. Chris' pole surged powerfully into his daughter's convulsing hole, his balls swinging in slow, hypnotic arcs.

Her son's prick followed the beat, plunging into the liquid depths of her cunt, and Lauralee met him stroke for stroke, smiling as she felt his eagerness and adoration with which her probed her suctioning box.

Bettina hammered her small fists upon her father's muscular back. Her crotch struck his pelvis, and tiny, beautiful girl tried to lift him in to the air, but he continued to drive that big peter fiercely into her snatch, holding her gyrating ass cheeks in the spread of one big hand, with the other palm flat against her lower belly.

Grunting, Lauralee felt the sledging of her boy's stiff meat as Robbie tried to pile-drive even his balls up into her buttery hole. She fucked him back with primitive urgency, and wakened bitch in full heat, panting and corkscrewing her violent cunt all of the boy's pistoning cock. Her head bobbed each time Robbie drove it home to the hilt, but that didn't interfere with her view of the equally hectic fucking that was threatening to destroy her sofa. She didn't care if the damned this fell off its legs. That couch had only been for prim sitting, or for the snoring form of her ex-husband. Fucking gave that piece of furniture meaning and form, and she hoped that semen would splatter the cushions, scenting the material with the exotic stains of lovemaking.

Bettina cried out: "Daddy – oh, you stiff-cocked, horny Daddy! You're making me come darling – oohhh! Ahhh! Such a big, strong prick! – ooh! OH! OH!"

The girl's back arched and Lauralee could plainly see the erotic spasm that rippled the velvet skin of the flat, sweaty belly. Bettina's head rolled from side to side, her eyes closed and her tiny teeth locked into the pink lushness of her lower lip. Bent as a drawn bow, she hung upon the apex of rapture for a long, shuddering moment, then collapsed.

Chris Hartmann hung over his supine daughter, his shaft driven to the balls, and Lauralee watched as the man's scrotum knotted, as it jerked and heaved. He grunted then, a great exhalation of breath, and she knew that he was ejaculating a huge, squirting geyser of semen into Bettina's thrilled little cunt.

Quivering, Lauralee's eyes glazed when her son continued to jam the prick to her pussy, and realized that the boy had turned away his face, that he had seen the climax between his young wife and his father-in-law, and now had his mouth fastened greedily to an aching nipple of his mother's breast. Robbie's cock was going full blast now, the boy's testicles blurring against her inner thighs as they flung themselves upward.

She laid the sweetness of her vagina to him, wriggling upon the stabbing cockhead and clamping it with the hungry strength of her vaginal muscles. Her womb gave and recoiled with the spongy bumping of her son's far-reaching knob, and she felt the sunburst gathering in her straining clitoris.

"Close, close, close!" she chanted deliriously. "I'm close to coming, baby. Come on, come ON! Hammer that sweet prick into my cunt, you wonderful little motherfucker!"

Robbie's cockhead erupted like a volcano, and the sizzling, thick lava rained throughout her vagina. His prick bounced and throbbed, and she writhed lasciviously upon the spitting juices as her own orgasm came whipping furiously, lashing her cunt into a maddened frenzy and flashing in an eerie circle back to her asshole. It was perfect, and she luxuriated in its ultimate gratification.

CHAPTER TEN

The stereo was going, not too loudly, with one of Robbie's tapes thumping out a sensual, primitive beat that seemed to reach right into Lauralee's belly and nestle there. She was beginning to understand why the kids like that kind of music so much; it had an insistent sexual undertone that she had not responded to in the past; now she was accepting the horny rhythm and flowing with it.

She looked over to where the kids were dancing, their naked young bodies so lovely and appealing in the soft golden light from a bar lamp. They moved with unconscious, unstudied grace, with an animal-like beauty that was basic to their very beings. Beside her, Chris nodded approvingly and lifted a glass in salute.

Lauralee glanced down; his prick as hanging limply against one hairy thigh, an oozing of semen clinging to the shrunken tip. "Just imagine," she said quietly, "what a marvelous marriage I would have know, if you'd been my husband. But you and those adorable children are helping me make up for all those lost and lonely years. Tell me, Chris – did you feel guilty, at first? Screwing Bettina, I mean, and ignoring your wife?"

"A little," he agreed, "but not all that much. Once I got into my girl's fantastic pussy and knew how much it meant to both of us, there was no way I was going to give up fucking her – even if I had to take her and run, leave the country. You nod doubt feel the same way now, about Robbie."

"Oh, I do, I do," she breathed.

"You're still making excuses to yourself," he said. "But you don't have to, Lauralee. We're all so damned lucky – and that includes my wife; Jessica never had it so good, from me, or from the great screwing she's been getting from your boy. You'll like her, I know. At first, she had some of the same doubts about the so-called propriety of it all, but when she really got with it, all those vanished. From a sometime, lackadaisical wife, she's turned into a fucking machine."

Lauralee poured them both another drink. "I'm not knocking what's happened, Chris. Far from it. I want to run out into the street and scream out my new-found happiness – but that would send the neighbors scurrying to call the police, I'm certain."

He nodded, and she watched the play of light in the thickly curling hair of his crotch, wondering how she could have EVER thought that a man's sexual organs were ugly. Small and limp or large and pulsing, any prick was gorgeous, a marvel of sensual perfection. It was a delicately constructed object that could turn into an enchanted engine of tremendous power.

Chris said then, "Kidding aside, that's where we have to be a little careful. It's great to bring new, fresh screwing into our circle, but we can't make the mistake of letting an oddball join us, somebody who might blow the whistle. Maybe later on we can search out someone compatible, but for now I think Robbie and I can give you three women all the fucking you want. We'll try like hell, anyhow."

Reaching over, Lauralee patted his drooping cock. "I'm sure you will, lover. You don't realize how sweet that word rests upon my tongue – lover. Before Bettina and Robbie and you, I never had a real lover. Now I have three of you – and yet another one to come, your wife Jessica."

He grinned at her, and slipped an arm around her waist. "The kids are getting worked up again. Look how Robbie's cock is standing up; and by the time I finish this drink, I have an idea that I'll be ready for another round of fucking, myself. And you, baby?"

Lauralee smiled back. "Any time; all the time."

Chris drew her closer while she kept one hand upon his prick, feeling a slow thickening of the fabulous meat beneath her fingers. "We'll have to take special care of you," he said. "Since you're relatively new to all the things we've been doing with each other. I think we should make you the center of attraction now, the star of our show."

Giving her a quick kiss, Chris dropped off the barstool and took her by the hand to lead her toward the children. Robbie and Bettina had stopped dancing, and were holding each other, rubbing their bellies together.

"Hey, you guys," Chris announced, "I just told Lauralee we'd give her a good going-over. You remember what we did to Jessica, the first time we all balled her?"

Sloe-eyed and sultry, Bettina glanced up. "Sure; that's a fine idea, Dad. Who's first?"

Chris tugged at Lauralee's hand, and she lowered herself to the carpet, an expectant tremor building within her body.

"Age first," Chris answered, "then you, baby – to break the pattern, and Robbie finishes up, okay?"

Bettina's eyes were wickedly sensuous as she brought a sofa pillow to place beneath Lauralee's head, and another one to be positioned under her ass. "Relax, darling," she breathed then, "you're in for quite an experience. In fact, all of us are; it's going to be a blast, loving you in turn."

Lauralee looked from one intent face to the other as they stood in line before her inert body, all of them staring down at her ready thighs and the lush mound of her palpitating cunt, at the ripe and trembling globes of her breasts where the nipples were taut in anticipation. Chris stood with his heavy shaft in one hand, caressing its powerful club with his fingers; little Bettina fidgeted anxiously next to her father, cupping the delicate mossy spot between her willowy thighs; then Robbie waited, swaying back and forth, making small, hunching movements with his stiff prick.

All of them were eager to love her, Lauralee thought; these three great people were aching with desire to fuck her, to eat her juicy snatch, to kiss and caress her flesh while they probed the innermost secrets of her body. She was ready for them, quivering for them, her long legs moving sinuously and her belly rippling as a fresh supply of lubricating fluids bathed the satin wall of her vagina. An orgy, she thought – a real orgy of flesh and mind, with her as the focal point, the centerpiece for their adoration.

If Marshall could only see her at this moment, Lauralee mused; if only her ex-husband could stand somewhere nearby and see the wife he had called frigid, the wife he'd walked out on because she was so damned sexless. Marshall wouldn't believe his eyes, she thought; even the real evidence of her open and tempestuous sexuality would not convince him that Lauralee Jergens was doing this of her own free will. Too, he probably wouldn't be able to imagine that so many people could crave her hot body so much.

She blinked up at Chris Hartmann as the chunky, hairy man kneeled between her opened legs, his massive shaft reaching out, its flanged head glowing and a clear gem of pre-seminal fluid dangling at its point. Once her husband had felt sorry for her; Marshall had said so, bitterly, the day he told her he was going to get a divorce. Now she felt a little sorry for him in turn; if he was standing in this line, waiting his turn to dip his hard cock into her sought-after pussy, Marshall might even be jacking off.

Chris was stroking her hips now, his blunt fingers gently caressing her thighs and belly, trailing themselves deftly up to fondle the pulsating mounds of her firm breasts where the nipples practically leaped to meet his questing fingers. "Beautiful black pussy," he murmured, "so much rich, thick hair piled around it, like a deep, curly mattress. And your cunt lips look as if they're pouting; they're very full and rich, Lauralee. It's a real privilege to aim my cockhead down into them."

The pillow beneath her ass made her pelvis tilt upward, so that she was spread and open for his entrance, and Chris hesitated only a second with his spongy knob pressing into her undulating vulva before shoving his rigid meat full length into the greasy gloving of her pussy. That single thrust buried his shaft to the wrinkled sack of his refilled balls.

"Ahh!" she moaned, as she felt it crammed into her oily sheath, as she knew the thick, veined bulk of the man's cock burrowing deep. It was strong and knowing, slipping back and forth within the wet fist of her snatch and thrilling her with every minuscule activity. "Ahh, Chris – how wonderful! I love you prick in me; I adore your cock tingling so deeply inside my pussy. Ooh – ahh!"

Of their own volition her hips took up the age-old rhythm of sensual womankind, ticktocking gracefully in slow, grinding arcs as her crotch fondled his pelvis, as his swollen meat imparted that electric pressure against her aroused clitoris. Chris was holding back, she sensed, throttling down his own needs in order to give her as much pleasure as possible. Lauralee writhed upon the slowly moving cock, rolling her ass and slowly moving her feet against the carpet, her knees flung wide and her crotch churning.

She cried out when she came, when the furious seething glory broke radiantly within her undulating pussy, white-hot and beautiful. Squirming, she thrust greedily for more, attempting to expand the inimitable rapture, to stretch it out into a blinding eternity, as if beyond it, crossing some hitherto unreachable threshold, beyond which would be like Eden upon a bed of bitten apples.

She had barely stopped spiraling her blazing cut upon him when Chris gently withdrew his enfired cockhead. Her hotly siphoning pussy lips tried valiantly to keep it prisoner. He moved from between her jealous thighs, and there was only a split second of loneliness before something took his place.

A small and greedy mouth fastened upon Lauralee's cunt lips; a quick and practiced tongue delved avidly into the slippery depths of her stirred vagina, and she wiggled in swift response. Bettina was eating her pussy again, sucking upon the silken labia and turning them inside out. The girl tired to drain all the frothy juices as she sucked the flexing cunt like a sugared orange.

Bettina drilled that educated tongue beneath the shuddering softness of the clitoral hood, prodding the seat of passion itself. Lauralee arched upon the tantalizing, driving wetness, that sweet and tingling caress, gasping as the girl hungrily chewed and pulled, as the throbbing little clit was drawn from its protective covering.

Moaning, she wrapped her legs around the sleek, tiny body, and her crotch plunged itself up and down, smearing its flowing stickiness over Bettina's cheeks and chin, trying to force the kid's nose up into the churning lips of her sizzling hole. Bettina gobbled, sucked, rubbed her teeth into the scorching gash, and her thumbs pressed down upon Lauralee's hipbones.

Violently, heaving and bucking in a searing frenzy, Lauralee banged her way to another majestic climax, sobbing at the cresting of an intense orgasm that seemed to tear her apart at the hidden seams. The girl would not let go, but continued to corkscrew her tongue into the bubbling reaches of Lauralee's rioting pussy, kept right on eating the dripping snatch, the serpentine juiciness that had become the focal point of the universe for both of them.

Lauralee couldn't stand it; she fought to back off that probing tongue, to free herself of the mounting intensity, but it was just impossible. She surrendered to yet another explosion of rapture, and she opened her mouth, intending to cry "ENOUGH, ENOUGH!" something velvet-skinned and spongy forced itself between her lips. Lauralee drew breath around the insistent cockhead, and it slid along her curling tongue. As her tremendous orgasm burst within her coiled pussy, she drew Chris' meat farther into her mouth. She sucked on his prick while his daughter at last stilled the sweet torture of the tongue within her snatch.

Dizzily, Lauralee worked her mouth up and down upon the man's thick, heavy club, stabbing the tip of her tongue down into his narrow slit and tasting the sticky fluid oozing there. Chris held her head cradled upon his thighs, and she knew the furry caress of his balls against one cheek.

Bettina's wet mouth was now trailing upward over her hipbone, teasingly up to her rib cage, and the small, butterfly hands were busy at Lauralee's tits. Drawing fiercely upon Chris' knob, she attempted to siphon up his semen immediately, and the man was already trembling, his thighs gone tense and his belly jerking. She was getting to him, Lauralee thought hazily, and dimly knew the feel of Bettina's seeking mouth, the lifting of the girl's hands.

"Suck it!" Chris demanded in a hoarse voice. "Eat my cock, baby – oh yeah, keep running your tongue over the head, Lauralee. You're a natural, darling – a real cocksucker at work – ahh! Here it comes, you hungry bitch – TAKE IT!"

As the foaming release broke hissing against the back of her throat, Lauralee was barely conscious of a prodding at her pussy lips, of a hard young knob pushing it way up into the steaming looseness of her labia. Robbie was shoving his distended knob into her snatch, gliding that beautiful hard young meat between her cunt lips and up into the damp furnace of her vagina.

Lauralee gulped at the spurting come that was flooding her mouth, swallowing hastily in order to catch her breath. The creamy fluid flowed greasily down her throat at Chris' bulb jerked again and again to shoot off its delicious syrup along her tongue and the inner linings of her dipped-in cheeks. This was her first taste of her new lover's semen, and she revelled in its musky, honeyed thickness, in the ultra-lascivious sensation of taking his treasured juices down into the maw of her stomach. Now she had taken his semen into her pussy, absorbing its strength with her vaginal walls and the chalice of her womb – and she had also known its savory power in her throat. Chris Hartmann had thus made himself forever a part of her body.

Below, her son was thrusting steadily into her soapy cunt, reaching his slender young prick far up into her quivering hole, his balls flapping wetly into the slowly rotating cleft of her ass. Robbie was paying his own devotion to the altar of her body, stroking impetuously into his mother's adoring snatch, feeding the most vital part of himself back into the juicy cavern from which he had crawled in the beginning.

Tenderly, Chris eased his drained cockhead from the grip of Lauralee's lips, and only a thin trickle of come escaped her mouth to cling pastelike to the corners. She flicked her tongue to pick it up, her eyes closed in the ecstasy of her son's prick sliding, grinding, pushing.

Lauralee was drifting, spinning in lotus land, carried along a perfumed stream of voluptuous beauty, her eyes closed and her lips smiling. Without guidance, her lower body squirmed in mindless abandonment, giving as much pleasure as she was receiving, and she wondered briefly where Chris had gone, where Bettina was.

As her son's vigorous young cock pumped within her box, Lauralee discovered where Bettina was: a humid silken mound was lowered over her face. The girl moved gently, carefully, settling her feathered crotch upon Lauralee's upturned mouth. Tremulous labia met equally quaking lips, and Bettina moved lustfully, carnally against the tongue that had only moments ago been wrapped around her father's cock head, feeding her honeyed little gash into the mouth that had just accepted the spurting of her daddy's semen.

Symmetrical thighs positioned themselves at each side of Lauralee's head, and the succulent mound worked back and forth over her lips and against her teeth as she reached far up into that girlish sheath, using her tongue the same way the stiff cock was being used within the slippery folds of her own feverish pussy. She was loving and loved, being fucked and eating, her entire body vibrating with ecstasy as she blended with the girl and meshed with the boy. Hotly, clenching and wobbling, Lauralee's cunt made spasmed convulsions upon Robbie's pistoning meat, and she came with a magic exultation that seemed to disintegrate her entire being from within.

Bettina jerked upon her mouth, and the girl's miniature clit expanded, heaved and churned. At that enchanted moment, Robbie burst the skyrocket of his treasured come within his mother cunt, and Lauralee gasped in the whirlwind wonderment of it all.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

It was some time later when Lauralee gathered what remained of her strength and was helped to her feet. She stood there swaying between her two male lovers, while her female darling kissed the now flaccid nipples of her breasts, and made light, fluttering touches upon her dripping vulva.

"I'll help her to the bath," Bettina volunteered. "Maybe you guys can get some sandwiches together before we come back. I know I'm starving, and Lauralee probably is, too."

She went with the girl, moving loose-jointedly and fluidly, feeling that all her joints had turned watery. But there was a deep sense of gratification lingering within her inflamed vagina, and a tingling that aroused itself whenever one thigh brushed the other. Lauralee sat upon the toilet while Bettina drew a hot bath for her, and poured in scented powders.

"Here you are, darling," the girl purred. "All ready for you to soak in. I know what a round-robin fucking like that takes out of you. The first time Daddy and Robbie did it to me, I must have passed out three or four times, but it was even more draining when my mother joined us. Oh wow; I didn't think there was a bone left in my body, but I got over it in a hurry, and was soon ready for some more of that fantastic screwing."

Lowering herself into the hot, clasping water, Lauralee propped her head upon the rim of the tub and stretched out her legs. IT seemed impossible that she would have hit so many fulfilling orgasms; she was the cold-natured wife who'd never know what it was to come. She was the uptight, rigidly programmed woman who had thought that sex was something to be avoided altogether, or submitted to only when Marshall became overbearing, when he practically raped her. Oh damn, she thought, settling into the soothing water; she must have given her husband a difficult time, a terrible time of strain and unbearable pressure.

Now she didn't doubt for a moment that Marshall had gone out romancing other women; he was a lusty male with hearty sexual appetites, and she could hardly blame him for straying. Closing her eyes and relaxing her body, she thought also that he must have loved her very much, despite her frigidity; otherwise, he would not have remained with her for so many years.

And how would he accept her now, in her new freedom – if ever their paths should happen to cross again? Even though Marshall was sensual, he was of her own age bracket, out of the same rocky soil of moralistic upbringing that insisted one should cleave only to one other. Men, she knew, were prone to apply the double standard, anyhow; they could swing with various interesting girls, but they denied the same opportunities to their own wives.

If there was the slightest hangover from that out-moded way of thinking, Marshall would be shocked to his core by any hint that his wife was not only balling other men, but that she had stepped beyond acceptable bounds by fucking her own son – his son, too. Damn, Lauralee mused; Marshall Jergens had been out of her life for quite some time now, and she might as well also put him completely out of her mind. There was nothing left for them.

"Sit up a little," Bettina said softly, "so I can soap your boobs. I love to handle them, to feel them all round and giving in my hands. Then I'll wash your back."

Obediently, Lauralee came upright and leaned forward from the hips. She enjoyed the slow fondling of the girl's slippery fingers as they moved over her globes. The strength was coming back into her flesh, and she realized that it wouldn't take much to bring her well-fucked body back to the brink of desire once more. There was still something she hadn't done, and she imagined the others would be happy to try it with her.

She craved the sensation of her son's hard, slim prick moving up into her asshole, while Chris' swollen meat reached into her sheath; she wanted to be packed with their cocks, to know the filling of her two holes at the same time. In her mind's eye, she pictured the sacks of their testicles swinging together, touching in mutual caress as their engorged rods enjoyed the plush openings of her flesh. As they fucked her together, Bettina was free to do as she wanted, perhaps lick at both sets of balls, maybe try to squeeze her head in so she could spear that marvelously experienced tongue against Lauralee's clitoris.

It would make her faint, Lauralee thought; so much concentrated and intense adoration would make her shatter into a million ecstatic pieces, and she would pass out. But even if she did, she knew they would continue to fuck her, and would bring her back from one shadowy wonderland into the brightness of their love.

"Lie back again," Bettina suggested, "and I can get at your lovely snatch."

The girl's hands were slippery and tantalizing over her mound; the soap bubbled and added its own slow torment. Bettina said, "I know how I got turned on at first – by playing around with another kid, and by listening to my mom and dad in bed at night, when they were screwing. I used to picture them making it, and I'd get so hot that I'd have to finger-fuck myself. Then, after I hid in their closet one time and actually SAW my daddy sticking his big, beautiful prick into her pussy, I just HAD to be fucked, but I didn't know how to go about making a boy. I mean, I didn't dare try to turn on my father, not at first, even though that's what I wanted most. So I went along with this girl and made it that way, until he caught us at it, but you, Lauralee – you're so sweet and passionate; I can't understand why you couldn't swing with your old man."

Lauralee said, "My fault, I guess. Marshall wasn't very patient, and he – he hurt me, on our wedding night. After that, it just got worse and worse, and told myself that it didn't matter. YOU turned me on, darling – after those horny movies that so clearly demonstrated what I'd been missing. I'll forever be grateful to you for that, and for bringing in Robbie to fuck me, afterward."

"Umm," Bettina murmured. "There – your gorgeous pussy is all sweet and clean, and if I wasn't so hungry for another kind of food, I'd eat it right now. Have you ever thought of contacting your old man again?"

Pulling the plug, Lauralee stood up while the draining water swirled about her feet. "No, I haven't. I know that Robbie misses his father, but – no."

"Okay," the girl said quietly. "Step out on the bathmat and I'll dry that lovely, tall body. The guys must be eating up everything in the kitchen by now, and I keep hoping we'll get a phone call from my mother before long. Wouldn't you just know that my auntie would pull one of her sicky spells at the wrong time? I'll bet that Mom is going out of her head, thinking about all the good fucking that she's missing. She's really anxious to meet you, Lauralee."

Lauralee pivoted slowly, feeling regal at so much attention, luxuriating in the devoted service being given her by her new daughter- lover-in-law-friend. "And I want to meet your mother," she said. "I'm not afraid any more. I just know I'll love her, too."

They kissed, their naked bodies clinging together tenderly, their breasts and mounds seeking counterparts. Shuddering, Bettina said throatily, "Come on; we'd better get out of here."

Down the hallway they went, giggling together like kids, happy in each other's nearness. Lauralee thought this was as it should be, that they were more than technical relatives, but blood sisters who shared the same lovers, and shared themselves, also. She didn't need more than this rare closeness, more than the man and boy who would fuck her in all possible ways, more than the woman who was yet a stranger to her, but who was waiting in the wings to add another intriguing dimension to the lovemaking. Certainly, Lauralee didn't need her former husband. He was gone, and with a little more effort, she could make him forgotten.

Going into the kitchen, she said, "Hi."

They looked up from the litter they had created on the counter, and motioned to sandwiches several decks high. "Dig in," Chris offered, pointing with a can of beer.

She and Bettina fell to, and Lauralee was amazed that she could consume so much food, though the beer helped wash it down. She would have to start watching her weight, she thought, but that wasn't going to be easy; fucking gave her such an appetite. Finishing the food, Lauralee searched her memory for something she had read, about screwing using up many calories. She hoped the article had been correct; she didn't want to be a heavyweight.

Surprised, she saw that Chris was pulling on his clothes. "Where are you going?"

"I'll be back as soon as I can," he promised. "I called Jessica over at her sister's place, and she thinks she can get away from there in an hour or so. I'm going to pick her up, and of course I'll bring her right back here."

Putting down her beer can, Lauralee said, "I'll miss you, Chris; WE'LL miss you."

He came over to where she was sitting and took her bare tits in both hands. "I'll hurry baby. Jessica is as anxious to get with you as I am to have some more of that terrific pussy. The kids will keep you busy while I'm gone."

"Okay," she pouted, holding up her mouths for his warm kiss, and looking after him as he strode to the door, thinking how sensual this mostly bald man was, how eager he was to fuck her, while remaining devoted to his own daughter's wonderfully trained little snatch.

Bettina helped her clean up, while Robbie wandered into the living room and put on a tape. The primitive beat of the music reached Lauralee as she crowded dishes into the water and turned it on; she found herself following the rhythm with a slinky movement of her hips. Then her breasts took it up, too.

"Go dance with him," Bettina suggested. "I have to take a bath, too – but I'd like to get in on anything you guys start."

"We'll wait for you," Lauaralee promised.

The dancing didn't last long; she was too new at it, even though her son complimented her on getting with it and loosening up. "Wow," he said, as she sank down upon the couch and pushed out her legs. "Dad ought to see you like that, with your beautiful body rolling and wiggling. I just know he'd freak right out, Mom."

Lauralee chewed her lip. "You'd better forget him," she said. "Your father wouldn't understand – or accept – anything that's going on around here; especially, you and me, Robbie."

He hesitated, then sat beside her to stroke her thigh. "You're so lovely," he said, "you make a guy hurt, just seeing you bare-assed like this. And once a man knows how deep and rich your pussy is, he HAS to come back to it, time and again, fucking it and eating it, over and over. I never thought I'd be lucky enough to ever get my cock into that gorgeous cunt, Mom. Now that I have, I can't stay away from it. I'm hooked on my mother's far-out pussy."

Lauralee put her arm around her son's shoulders; her fingers played over his flat nipple as she breathed into his ear, "I'm glad, baby. Especially since you have such a spectacular young wife, and still want to screw your old mom."

Robbie took hold of his growing shaft and rubbed the satiny head along the smoothness of her outer thigh. "You'll never be too old for me to screw."

Lightly, she kissed his downy cheek and watched the play of the boy's ballooning knob along her skin, admiring the cunning sculpture of its design and the beauty of its coloring. Boyish prick that had dipped into adult cunts, she thought; such a young cock, to have already fucked two mature women and stroked so often in a girl's alluring little oven as well; Robbie would go on sampling women's vaginas, she knew, making many others happy; she hoped it would always come back to her own.

"Hey," Bettina said from the doorway, posing piquantly there with her small, perfect body radiant. "I warned you guys not to start anything without me."

"We haven't," Lauralee answered. "Come here and join us, darling."

Robbie stood up, his now-rigid meat a thin staff sturdy enough to hang undies on to dry. "Both of you," he announced. "I want to fuck both of you, going back and forth in your cunts. Mom – will you lie down on the floor? Yeah, that's the way, on your back with those long legs wide open so your pussy shines up at me. Now, Bettina, how about lying down on top of her – put your ass on her belly, baby, and hike your knees so that your sweet little snatch is right over hers."

Excitedly, Lauralee accepted this new challenge, her flesh warming as the girl carefully lowered her negligible weight upon her. As Bettina lay back, Lauralee held the small, hard tits and thumbed their saucy points.

The girl's trim and perky ass snuggled down against her groin, and Lauralee relished the feel of it there, the adorable dainty cheeks with their miniature cleft.

"Man, oh man," Robbie breathed, fondling this turgid cock. "What a sight that is – my wife's golden pussy on top of my mom's black pussy; all those groovy legs spread open for me; Bettina's pink cunt lips and my mother's full, red ones."

He kneeled upon the carpet and got himself set between their thighs, caressing both sets with trembling hands, bending to kiss each of them in turn. Lauralee flinched when her son's mouth found the dewy opening of her pulsating labia, when his hot tongue slid wetly along them. But he was soon gone, and she could tell by the tightening of Bettina's ass that Robbie was paying the same adulation to the girl's mound, too.

Next, she knew the delightful nuzzling of his cockhead, that rubbery yet firm bud of his young manhood as it felt into her eager, humid cunt lips. Robbie shoved into them gently but steadily; forcing them to give way for the sliding comfort of his hard meat. The boy's prick worked up into Lauralee twitching vagina then, and her son began to stroke slowly, penetratingly, into her body.

His belly must be rubbing into Bettina's pussy, she thought, and squeezed down upon her daughter-in-law's nubile breasts. Robbie must be taking care to add his weight to his wife's, but she couldn't see how he was handling the situation; she could only feel, and that was truly the only sense she required. Her vagina wriggled over his thrusting shaft and her clit quivered.

Suddenly, almost painfully, that enchanted cock was gone, yanked from the clenching of her moist depths, and Lauralee's cunt was lonely.

"Oooh!" Bettina groaned, the delicate ass rolling as Robbie inserted the head of his slippery prick into the girl's smaller, tighter snatch.

Lauralee felt her son's fuzzy balls against the wet mouth of her deprived cunt, the slow back-and-forth swinging of the sack as Robbie pumped his insatiable rod into his wife's wriggling body. Four lingering strokes, five – then the greasy knob was back below, reaching blindly for the welcoming embrace of his mother's cunt. He jammed it home, and Lauralee took it breathlessly, joyfully.

Containing himself, controlling his pent-up emotions, Robbie was giving them both a magnificent fucking, a priceless screwing they would both remember for the rest of their lives. His flanged cockhead reached and withdrew, rolled around inside Lauralee's feverish hole and brought her jerking, heaving to a culmination that made her drum her heels upon the floor.

His magical staff was gone again, plunged once more into the sweet, hot glove the girl's churning pussy, driven to the veined hilt inside her sinuously rolling snatch. In and out, his balls caressing Lauralee's steamy cunt with every stroke, Robbie pumped his distended tool strongly into Bettina, and Lauralee could feel them, too. The girl jerked with every burying of the slick meat, her tremors passing through her straining body and into Lauralee's sensitive flesh.

She knew the exact moment when Bettina came, and rocked the darling girl lovingly in her arms as the tiny ass bucked in hectic spasms. Robbie was coming, too, she thought; the boy's scrotum was shuddering; all that creamy richness was spewing into the childlike vagina, drenching it with his bubbling juices.

But Robbie sensed that his mother craved to share that ultimate moment, and pulled his spitting cockhead from his wife's wringing pussy. Lauralee gasped as she felt the downpour of her son's semen, the splattering of the oystery fluid that rained upon her own cunt lips and soaked her pussy hairs. They were both being rewarded with the fluids of the boy's wondrous balls, his some purling inside and our of Bettina's shivering cunt, and smearing itself into Lauralee's pulsating box. She loved him for his thoughtfulness, and her ass twisted as the starchy rivulet oozed down the crack of her excited ass.

"You're both dripping with my come," Robbie said. "Both my beautiful fuckable cunts are all milky with my semen – my mother's pussy and wife's pussy. That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

Sighing, Bettina disengaged herself rom the tangle, rolling from Lauralee's body and off to one side. "Don't let it all get soaked up," Lauralee heard the girl say. "Here, baby – let me scoop some of it into my hand…"

Lauralee started to move, bringing her legs together as she felt her son backing from between them. Bettina nudged her hip. "Roll on over, darling – onto your belly, and bring your knees under your body, so your ass pokes up. You want it like this, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Lauralee moaned, and realized why the girl had collected the semen. It was to lubricate the head of Robbie's cock, so that it would be easier to get into the tightness of her tube. She was panting against her folded arms when she felt warm, greasy fingers working the lguey stuff into the rim of her asshole, and a violent thrill pierced her, all the way up to her throat.

Then her son's sudsy knob was at the hairy ring, his hands braced upon the cheeks of her ass, his knees between her own. "Take it easy, Mom," he said from behind her. "Relax as much as you can and stay loose; don't tighten down on me, and it'll go fine."

Closing her eyes, Lauralee waited, her pulses racing insanely. Would it hurt? Could it feel as good as that fleeting moment when, in the squirming heat of passion, someone had slipped a finger into her anus? The slippery tip of her son's glans pressed into the equally greasy knot of her asshole, pushing tenderly. And slowly, every so slowly, the reluctant circle began to give, to stretch.

"Easy," he murmured, "just hang loose, baby. The cockhead is going in you – and wow! It's really hot and tight in there."

She felt it; she knew the strange, almost frightening sensation and fought to keep from tightening. Inch by exploring inch, the boy's spongy, hard-cored bulb eased into her ass, and suddenly the length of his stiff prick slid up, up, and his balls settled into the parted vee of her thighs, his pelvis against her cheeks.

It was in her; her son's beloved cock was really IN her ass. Lauralee wiggled upon it, testing, experimenting, and her pussy contracted below.

"It-it's fabulous," she groaned. "Oh, I can't believe it, Robbie; you have your sweet prick buried all the way into my ass."

Stroking her cheeks, he began to move back and forth, very gently and slowly, taking great care not to hurt her. Lauralee didn't give a damn if he did hurt her; anything that happened within her narrow hose would be a wanton rapture, and she slid around upon the meat socked so firmly inside her tail.

Her nipples dug into the carpet, and she liked the small pain. Every tender stroke he made into her impaled body was a loving movement, and she could feel the juices of her cunt oozing from her labia to wet her thighs. Flames seared her vagina and her asshole was wiggling steam hose; Robbie pumped more strongly into it, and she could hear his breath, harsh and uneven in his throat. He was fucking his mother from behind, sticking that young boy meat into his mommy's ass, taking the cherry there that no man or woman had ever touched. She exulted in what she was able to give him like this.

Rolling her ass, Lauralee lifted her tits from the rug and dug her fingers into it, arching her back, swaying her hips and taking him, loving him, backing fiercely into him while her cunt leaped and trembled as her maddened clitoris tried to break out of its hood. Robbie bent over her, reaching down and around to take hold of her swinging tits, his pelvis grinding hungrily into the soft pillow of her ass.

Without warning, his cockhead flexed to spray a burning rain of come into her tubing, and he squeezed her breasts as he let go. Lauralee churned her ass around his meat, coming and coming as he sagged.

CHAPTER TWELVE

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.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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."

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

They were gone – Chris and Jessica returning to their home, and taking their daughter with them temporarily, so Bettina could gather up her things. Of course she was going to move in with Lauralee and Robbie, but there would be much staying over at each family's home, for days and nights at a time, Lauralee knew.

In fact, the other couple would return before long; there were certain arrangements they had to make locking up their house, making business calls and the like. Lauralee was glad of some time for herself, for the chance to get things cleaned up and meals planned. And, she was happy to have an hour or so alone with her son.

He was in the shower now, using her bathroom instead of the other one, wanting to stay near her and share the things that had been her private domain, and Lauralee was glad for that. She knew a certain lassitude in her limbs, a good kind of tiredness that felt warm within her belly.

The kitchen was clean and the living room tidy, although not with the fantastic, dustproof cleanliness that had driven her before. Her own body had been freshened, her hair washed and fluffed with the dryer, and she lay relaxed upon her king-size bed clad in a pale pink negligee that caressed her skin with beguilingly sensuous draperies. Looking up at the ceiling, Lauralee smiled to herself. She felt so – so worldly now, experienced and adept at anything sexual, sure of her sensuous appeal and the power of her freed body.

But despite all her newfound confidence, Lauralee found herself thinking of her husband. It was strange that Marshall should come so often to her mind, that the memory of him and the unhappy times they shared would occupy so much of her thoughts. Sex had never been good with him, never exciting and stimulating only a distasteful duty to be suffered.

Even now it might be no different, she realized. Liberated as she was, there could still be a barrier of habit and dislike between them that no amount of habit and dislike between them that no amount of frenzy and pumped-up desire could eliminate. But – and Lauralee turned restlessly upon the bed – but something kept nagging at the back of her mind, an insistence that she had been at fault all throughout the marriage, and that Marshall at least deserved a chance.

Would he pay any attention to a call from her? She wasn't even sure the phone number she had was still good. Then, what would she say to this man she hadn't seen for so long – Marshall, darling, please hurry on over, because I want to see if we can really fuck the way we should have been fucking, from our wedding night on?

Her eyes opened as her son, THEIR son, came glowing from the shower, walking slim and proud in his arrogant sensuality, his beautiful penis swinging softly between slender thighs. It was shrivelled now, but Lauralee knew that a mere touch could bring that glorious young meat springing erect again.

Inside her head, she addressed her husband again: you see, Marshall, I've learned how to screw by balling our son. Oh yes; I've fucked him in every way possible, and what do you think of that?

"Mom," Robbie said, sitting naked upon the side of the bed, "you look terrific, all sultry and kind of smooth. You also look thoughtful. Not worried about anything, are you?"

Lauralee put one hand lightly upon her son's bare thigh. "Darling, you don't know exactly where your father is, do you?"

He glanced away. "Yeah, I do. I-I've been keeping in touch with him. Dad is still in town, and before you ask – he hasn't married again."

She stroked his thigh, her fingertips barely touching the marvelous softness of his pubic hair, so brown and curly. "How'd you know I was going to ask you that?"

Robbie turned slightly toward her. "I guess we've both been thinking about him a lot – and maybe worrying a little bit."

"Because of you and me," Lauralee said, and now her fingers wondered over the yielding softness of her son's flaccid prick. When he was so close, she couldn't help touching him there, could not resist fondling the adorable boyish cock that meant so very much to her. "I know, dear. It all depends upon how he takes it, learning about our fucking. But he can't really complain, since I'm not his wife anymore."

His shaft began to stretch, lengthening and growing rounder, the lovely dark pink head spreading like a meaty blossom. Robbie said, "I guess you want him back with us, as much as I do. So we're just going to have to take the chance that Dad won't freak out about his kid fucking his wife – his ex-wife."

Lauralee caressed the expanding meat, realizing that she would never get enough of its sweet hardness and eager beauty, that screwing her own son meant more to her than fucking anyone else, in whatever wildly stimulating combination. If Marshall couldn't accept that fact, then her former husband would have to return to the limbo where their divorce had relegated him. And that would be too bad; she was really interested in him now.

As she had always been, she admitted. There had been something every good between them, at the beginning, before sex had turned them against each other. Marshall had tried so hard, but perhaps he had also been uptight in his own way, too brutish and demanding for the frightened girl she had been then. For years now, Lauralee had accepted his going, even though she had been so damned lonely. So, if Marshall Jergens was shown how much she had changed, and given the opportunity was shown how much she had changed, and given the opportunity to taste her new, fiery flavors, and STILL turned them down because of his shock or disgust, then the fault would no longer be hers. She would never stop fucking Robbie – never.

"All right, baby," she murmured. "You can contact your father. But later; after you and I have had ourselves a long, easy fuck, just the two of us."

Tilting her head, Lauralee rubbed her cheek into the boy's crotch, feeling his pubic hair against her face, knowing the rigid erectness of his enticing shaft that seemed to be covered with the smoothest velvet. Unfurling her tongue, she drew it around the stem of Robbie's cock, then worked it lingeringly upward along the veined staff, finally to bathe the throbbing cockhead.

Just before closing her lips over the pulsing knob, she whispered, "Oh, how I love your prick, darling. It's the sweetest, loveliest cock in the entire world."

Stroking her hair, he murmured down to her: "And I dig having you eat it, Mom. But please don't make me come. Just roll my cockhead around in your hot mouth for a little while. I don't want to blow off down your throat right now. I'd rather fuck you, get back into your deep, rich pussy."

So Lauralee only curled her tongue a few times around that succulent bulb, only dipped her inner cheeks around it a bit, and drew it back to the satin cupping of her throat. Then she reluctantly let it go.

Urging her over onto her back, Robbie ran his hands warmly over her taut body, reassuring himself that her breasts were as firm and upthrusting as he'd learned them earlier, re-exploring the thick hair of her mound and gently touching the soft cunt lips that quivered beneath the mossy covering. He fondled the marble columns of her lean thighs, and passed one fingertip tenderly over the flinching knot of her anus.

She was rocking, palpitating, as eager as if this wonderful boy had never touched her before, as if this was the very first time she would know the hard, hungry thrusting of his young prick. Lauralee's pussy was wetting itself, getting ready for the meaty insertion, turning slippery and hot inside. He son groaned, and was suddenly between her spread thighs, hurrying the shove of his glans.

The exquisite cockhead popped into her cunt lips, popped on through the outer and inner labia to reach with a single, strong thrust up into the oiled sheath of her vagina. His hard prick nestled there within his mother's loving pussy, and Lauralee clenched it, nudging the tip of the knob witht he spongy shaping of her womb, feeling her pelvis tight against his, feeling the pliable sack of his testicles covering the cleft of her uplifted ass.

Slow and easy she thought ecstatically, gently and with wonder, and Lauralee rode that magnificently stiff meat with grinding twists that were hesitant and tender. "It-it's always fabulous," she panted. "Always the very best, my darling – my beautiful, stiff-cocked son. Fuck me lovingly, Robbie – fuck your mother deep and slow."

"Oh Mom, Mom – your pussy is the hottest, the richest – it's so juicy and wiggly, and the way your roll it around on my prick drives me crazy. Oh wow, wow! Daddy never had it this good from you, or he'd never have left us. You lay this crazy cunt on him just the way you're screwing me, and he'll never split again."

In a spreading, glowing rapture, she squirmed upon the deeply pistoning length of her boy's slender rod, and found herself thinking how Marshall's bigger, thicker shaft would feel inside her snatch. With a flash of insight she also realized how much Robbie wanted his mother and father to make it, how he craved to pump his hard cock into the same blazing cunt his daddy was fucking. It would make their screwing even better for the boy – and probably for her, also. Wrapping her long, supple legs around the small of his back, Lauralee picked up the beat of their screwing.

"Then pound your cock to me, baby!" she commanded. "Come in your mommy's pussy and go get your father. You can fuck me right after he does; you can slide your prick in on top of the big puddle of come your daddy will pump into my cunt, and mix your semen with his. That's what you really want, isn't it darling? You want to fuck the same pussy, to show your daddy that I love your cock as much as his."

"Y-yes!" Robbie grunted, slamming his rigid meat home now with savage strokes. "Oh yes, Mom! I want us both to fuck you and eat you, and you to go down on both our dripping pricks. I want to shove it up your tight ass while Daddy gets it into your cunt, the way we balled with Chris – uuhh! Mother – Mommy – you hot-assed bitch, you beautiful, horny cunt – her it COMES!"

His ejaculation geysered high into the shivering glove of her flexing vagina, the bubbling juice flying about her vaginal walls and inundating her cervix with greasy little oyster. Lauralee shuddered in her own frantic completion, her cunt seething and her crotch turned into a greedy basket of hair and flesh and fluid.

They gasped together, and her lean legs passed slowly down along her son's tensed thighs. For a long, throbbing moment, she cuddled him, crushing her aching tits against his hairless chest and running her hot tongue into the boy's ear. Forcing herself then, Lauralee struggled away from him, using the recently learned flip of her pelvis that snapped his dripping cockhead from the steamy confines of her flooded box.

Robbie rolled off her trembling body, and came wobbling to his knees. She stared at her greatest lover and tried to get herself together, to send him on the errand that would make a big change in their lives, one way or another. The change might not be for the better.

But the boy moved crab-like up the bed and took her head in his hands, poking the leaking head of his prick at her face. "Suck it off," he said softly, "clean off my prick with your tongue, because I know you want to."

She did want to; Lauralee always hated to see a single precious drop of that enchanted fluid go to waste outside her body. Greedily, she wrapped her mouth around that oozing knob and sucked avidly upon it, draining the final vestiges of semen from it's hidden little tube.

Sighing then, he sank back and swung his legs off the bed. Looking back over his shoulder at her, Robbie said, "I'll take the car and see if I can talk him into coming back with me, even if I have to lie like hell to him. How are you going to handle him, Mom?"

Lauralee shook her head. "I just don't know; not yet. When I see him, I'll just have to sort of play it by ear. He might not want me, and I'm not certain about how to prepare him about us, about you and me and Bettina; and the others, too. I was a virgin until I married your father, and you were the first other man I ever fucked. He – well; something will happen."

Nodding, the boy stood up. "I'll warn off the others, for a little while; then I have an idea for Daddy."

Moving swiftly, he scooped up jeans and teeshirt and was gone from her room, from the bedroom she had shared with his father only, before she started fucking other men and women. Lauralee lay there until she heard the car motor in the driveway, then made herself up and go into the bathroom.

Her hands shook as she did unnecessary thing to her hair, as she touched her armpits and the valley between her breasts with fresh perfume. She felt uneasy and excited, as she once had felt when readying herself for a date with her major boyfriend – the man she'd married. Would Marshall have put on weight, had his hair thinned a little? More important, what would he think of her?

Other men could be maddened by her pliant, amorous body; women were also turned on by her high, nicely firm breasts and sleek legs; both sexes adored the fluid surgings of her luxurious pussy and the things she had learned to do with her mouth and tongue. But just knowing that she had succumbed to being fucked by Robbie and Chris, that she had shared her love with Bettina and Jessica, might very well turn Marshall off, for keeps.

Lauralee sighed and smoothed the semi-transparent hangings of her negligee. If it did, then she had lost no more than was already missing from her life, and she could mark 'closed' the file of her marriage forever. After a final check of her face in the mirror, she slid her feet into furry scuffs and went into the living room, deciding against donning a robe. Marshall might just as well get a good look at her as she truly was, a woman unashamed of her own body and reasonably sure of its powers.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

She fretted through a cup of coffee that cloyed the top of her mouth, rinsed the cup and put it away. Then Lauralee said the hell with it and poured herself a drink. Out at parties with her husband, she had managed to nurse a weak drink most of the evening, and only took two, at most. Now she didn't mind a jolt or three, to loosen things up; another surprise for Marshall.

Oh Lord, she thought; what a miserable, uptight woman she had been, clicking off all her little pat answers as to what was right and what was grievously wrong, and never imagining that she could be mistaken in anything. It was a wonder that Marshall put up with her for so long. He must have loved her.

Lauralee had another drink, sipping it slower this time, and wandered about the room, at last slipping one of Robbie's soft rock tapes into the deck. The primitive beat echoed a throbbing within her body, and she felt an anticipatory tingling, the rising of her nipples against the delicate, whispery material of her gown.

Marshall wouldn't refuse her; she would damned well see to that much. She would show him what a tempestuous, volatile woman she had become, demonstrate all her newly acquired skills in ways he couldn't resist. Then, after she had fucked him down to a limp nub, after she had drained the semen from his balls in the furious wildness she was now capable of, then if he was able to walk out on her he didn't deserve all she could give him, and the hell with him.

Swaying to the music, rocking her svelte hips from side to side, Lauralee dampened her lush lips with a pink tongue and waited.

When she heard a rattle at the front door Lauralee flinched and quickly finished her drink. A pulse hammered in her throat and she felt her tummy jumping. With an effort, she made herself be calm, even though she knew she didn't have any idea what she was going to say to Marshall. Maybe he hadn't been home; maybe Robbie couldn't find him.

But suddenly there he was, standing uncertainly in the entrance to the living room where he'd once watched ball games on TV and napped after a hard day. Lauralee's breath hung in her throat; he hadn't changed at all. He was still tall and wide at the shoulders, and Marshall hadn't put on a belly, didn't seem an ounce beyond his usual two hundred pounds. His hair was still light brown and unruly, and his hazel eyes were nervous.

Why, she thought, he's as scared as I am, and stood up to move undulating toward him, holding out her hand. "Hello, Marshall. It's so good to see you."

Behind his father, Robbie murmured about having to go down the street. He winked at her before slipping away to leave them alone, and there was a world of meaning in the gesture.

"Lauralee," Marshall said in his deep voice. "I didn't expect – and when Robbie said you insisted on seeing me…"

Warm and strong, his hand closed over her own, and Lauralee clung to it. "I wanted you to see ME," she said. "I've changed, Marshall."

His eyes swept over her long body, taking in the diapbanous negligee and the way it clung to the molding of her breasts, how it snuggled to her hips and dipped in beguilingly at her crotch.

"Yeah," he said. "You look different, somehow."

She led him to the bar and brushed her hip against his thigh when she went around to pour him a drink. "Do I look sexy?"

He nodded, then frowned. "But you always did. It was like icing on a cake, but empty inside; no goodies beyond the froth."

Lauralee leaned over the bar top and the gown fell apart to give him a good look at her breasts. "I didn't know, Marshall. Now I do. Here's to knowing."

Drinking hurriedly, he said, "I don't know what the hell this is all about, why you're coming on like this, and…"

She tossed down her own bourbon and slid back around the bar. Whipping off the filmy negligee, she stood with her legs apart and her arms out from her sides. "This," she said throatily. "This is what it's all about, Marshall – me. You AND me. Look at me; I'm aching for you; my nipples are so stiff they hurt, and my pussy is wiggling inside. I want to fuck you, Marshall – right now."

Stunned, he could only stare in disbelief at her transition, at the words she used, at the nakedness she had always kept hidden from him before. Lauralee moved to him and picked up his hands to cup them against her tits, holding them in place while her belly rolled suggestively and her mouth reached for his.

She pried apart his lips with her tongue, and ran it far into his mouth, sliding it over his own and clashing her teeth against his, mixing her excited breath with his gasp of shock. His hands tightened upon her breasts, and Lauralee ground her hairy snatch into him with savage, hungry arcs.

Hotly searing flames leaped within her, and she tugged at the man, yanked him from the barstool and dragged him to the center of the room, her hands ripping at his slacks. Marshall couldn't get himself together, but when she pushed him to the carpet and stripped away his pants, his shorts, her ex-husband's prick leaped out strong and thick, the rosy head glowing and blue veins bulging along the swollen staff.

"It's a perfectly beautiful cock," she breathed. "I never knew how lovely it was, how powerful and big."

"L-lauralee…"

She didn't even let him get his shirt off. Fiercely, she pried his legs apart and kneeled between his hairy thighs to bite his belly. Marshall twisted in surprise, and she took a good grip upon the base of his rigid shaft, plunging her mouth over the distended cockhead, sucking it along her flicking, coiling tongue, pulling it back to caress the velvet chalice of her throat.

Lavishly, she fondled that pulsing knob, bobbing her head up and down in a steady, lascivious rhythm. She felt this new-old prick responding, this wonderful hard meat she had never before tasted. For a shivering moment, Lauralee considered blowing him all the way, eager to know the spurting cascade of his semen in her throat. But she wanted to be screwed more. There would be time later to give Marshall all the hotly siphoning head he might crave. Lifting her mouth from around his slippery rod, she crawled astride his body, coming up on her knees and clinging to his pole.

"Now," she panted, "now I'm going to show you how I can fuck, baby. I'm guiding this big, sweet cockhead up into my cunt lips, into these hot lips that are wet and slidy for it."

Pushing the bulb into her labia, Lauralee gyrated sensuously, forcing her weight down upon it and knowing the sensation of the sponge-hard glans moving into her opening. It was familiar in shape and texture, but different now, strange and exciting because she wanted it, wanted it.

"So hard," she moaned, "so good, baby." His upright cock slipped on up into the greasy clenching of her aroused vagina, and the satin glove caressed it, drew it full length, until her crotch came down upon his pelvis and it was buried to the stem.

Rotating her ass, churning her belly, Lauralee whirled upon the embedded meat, forcing the ballooned knob around inside her pussy, grinding the thick trunk against her inflamed clitoris and pumping, pumping. Marshall was gasping, and his hands fumbled out to find and hold onto the swinging cheeks of her trim ass. He was thrusting back, lifting it up into her, meeting her driving strokes with his own and being screwed as she had never laid it to him before in all their married life.

But before he could get too turned on, she pulled at his hips and made him roll over on top of her. Now, she thought dizzily, now it feels deeper and longer, and it's possible to get legs around him. Long and sleek, smooth and lean, her legs made a net over his heaving body, and Lauralee tilted them up as she went back upon her shoulders.

"Fuck me, fuck!" she chanted, trying to squeeze him ever deeper into the seething cauldron of her snatch. "Jam that meat hard into my pussy, darling – harder – harder! Ah, that's the way!"

Seesawing up and down, swivelling her hips and banging her greedy pelvis into his, Lauralee screwed her lover furiously, demandingly, wringing her juicy snatch around his pistoning club and humping him with animal hunger.

"Lauralee!" he grunted. "Oh baby – never before – ahh, I can't hold it back – your pussy is too hot and slippery, too damned good – all soft and gripping – uh-uh-uh! Coming, baby – I'm coming!!"

"Squirt your hot come into me!" she hissed, raking her clawed fingers into the cheeks of his ass and biting into the base of his throat. "I want to feel your semen, lover – oohh! Yes, yes, that's it – all bubbling and frothy, all thick and creamy – ooh! You're doing it, darling; you're pumping me full of your wonderful come and making me come, TOOO!"

His cockhead continued to flex convulsively as spate after spate of boiling liquid rinsed down her twitching vaginal walls and drenched her womb. Lauralee could feel his balls leaping into the cleft of her ass and hear his breath sobbing, feel his chest lurching. His ecstasy was her own, and she squirmed wantonly, voluptuously upon his spitting prick.

When Marshall sagged, all his power momentarily gone from his body and his cock stilled while the syrupy milk bathed it inside her caressing snatch, she cradled him in her arms and crooned wordless love sounds into his ear, punctuating them with dartings of her tongue.

An eternity later, Marshall sighed and said, "Oh damn; that was the finest piece of ass I ever had. It was something I always wanted from you, Lauralee – that fire and fury, to go with your gorgeous body. But I never thought it would happen, baby. What – how the HELL did you manage to change so damned quick, and so completely?"

Lauralee hesitated, grinding slowly upon his still-hard shaft, relishing the greasy, slippery feel of it. She had practically raped this man she used to be married to, hammered him and screwed him with feral savagery, and Marshall had adored it. Should she tell him now, describe what had happened to her through Bettina and that X-rated motel, the wanton scenes with their own son?

Later, she decided, and backed off his throbbing club, kissing his chest and licking hotly at each of his nubby nipples, biting gently at his hairy belly and sliding down, ever downward. There it was, sturdily upright against her throat, and Lauralee rubbed her cheek against the distended meat, exulting in the soapy residue that was still dripping from Marshall's cockhead.

Nibbling at the stem of his rod, she licked around into the wet hairs, and tenderly drew his balls into her mouth, tugging upon them as she bathed them with her actively seeking tongue. He flinched and shuddered, and she began to lick a tingling path up the length of his prick, tormenting the underside of the foamy glans with the tip of her tongue.

"Now," she breathed, "now I'll eat you, darling. It's something we've never done before, and we're long overdue for this. Umm – your cock really looks delicious."

His voice flowed down upon her. "Lauralee, are you sure…"

Then she gulped at his turgid cockhead, pulling it between her eager lips to cram her tongue tip into the sticky slot. She knew how to do this, and do it well; her son and Chris called her a natural-born cock-sucker, and she loved to perform the act, to know the private flavors, to feel a man writhing and heaving as she brought him wildly to a tremendous orgasm.

Concentrating upon Marshall's pulsing meat, she went to work, bumping the blunt glans tip into the ultra-softness of her throat, fondling the shaft with cheeks that dipped in and out, and always, always, her trained and highly educated tongue was busy.

His hands pawed down and tangled themselves in her hair. Lauralee moaned around his knob, picking up the rhythm through the bobbing of her head and quicker stimulation of her tongue. She sucked and released, tantalized and promised, her fingers deftly adding more arousal through caresses of his balls and the stem of his slowly churning shaft.

"Ahh, baby!" he gasped. "Oh Lauralee – I can't believe you're – ahh! Your tongue is driving me out of my head – darling, darling – quick! I have to pull out, or I'll let go into your mouth."

When Marshall tried to yank away his throbbing prick, she fought to keep it, to hold it prisoner, clinging to his balls and gobbling furiously, even ringing his club with her teeth in warning. Marshall was so new at this that he didn't realize she WANTED his semen to explode in her mouth and slide down her avid throat.

Jerking and wiggling, her ex-husband tugged at her hair, but the pressure building to a frenzy within his testicles was too much for him. Lauralee felt the thunderous release of his come as his cockhead went off like a blasting cap. His semen ricocheted within her siphoning mouth, splattering into her throat and drenching her tongue, so that she had to swallow time and again, in order to catch her breath.

Perfect; it had been a magnificent climax for him, she knew; he was still drawn taut in a form of exquisite torture, his body arched and straining. Even Marshall's skin seemed to be twanging, and Lauralee continued to draw upon his oozing glans, to lap for a final sweet droplet of slippery juice. She held to his prick for a long time, adoring it gently, tenderly, until the last waves of his orgasm subsided and the man fell back, panting.

Marshall's overworked prick was already turning soft as she allowed the knob to slide from her lips with a final kiss. She craved to do so much more to him, go all over every quivering inch of his body, fuck him from every angle, draw his head between her own thighs and feed him the flowing honey of her cunt. But the poor man was all pooped out, at least for the moment, shaken and surfeited by more aggressive sex that she'd ever shown him before, possibly more than he'd ever experienced from any other woman.

Lauralee smiled her way back up his supine body, lingering to nuzzle his chest hair, pausing to tease each nipple with her teeth before progressing to his mouth. Forcing her tongue between his lips, she allowed Marshall to learn the flavors of his own semen.

"I missed having your sweet prick," she murmured. "I just didn't know how much, because I was so damned dumb, Marshall. But no more; no more. We'll do it all, darling; I'll make up for all the pain I caused you, all the frustration."

When she slid away from him and climbed to her feet, he blinked up at her, his eyes still a bit out of focus. "I still don't understand how or why you got turned on," he said as she sway-hipped to the bar to pour them more drinks. "But whatever – or whoever – did this to you, I'll be eternally grateful."

"Good," she said. "I feel the same way, but I wasn't so sure about your reaction. You won't be jealous, or shocked, or disgusted, if I tell you?"

Marshall sat up, his sated prick dropping to one side. "Well, I flgure you found some guy who taught you how to ball, really ball. I guess I ought to be jealous of him, because I never could find the right buttons to push."

Lauralee tilted the bottle of bourbon over their glasses and hesitated, frowning down at the amber liquid. Marshall had his own ethics, of course, his own brand of morality; would knowing that Robbie was the male who got her going upset him too much? It was possible; a couple of quick and passionate fuckings might not change that. Her frown deepened, because now that she had Marshall back she certainly didn't want to lose him again. There was so much she could share with him.

A shadow moved in the hallway and she glanced at it, to see Robbie hiding there and beckoning to her. Composing her face, she passed the whiskey to Marshall just as he struggled erect. "Be back in a moment," she said. "Little girl's room."

Catching Robbie at her own bedroom door, she hissed at him. "I don't think your father is ready to learn who…"

The boy cupped her tits. "Wow; what a fucking you gave Dad. He was really shaken up."

"Robbie…"

He cut in on her. "I've got the others tucked into my bedroom; brought them through the garage, just in case. I figure we ought to turn Bettina and Jessica loose on him, too – with you, of course. You three hot cunts should be able to change his mind about anything. He'll need to catch his breath some, but after that…"

She kissed her son on the mouth. "You're right, darling. Especially when your father discovers he's been fucking his own daughter-in-law in the orgy. Marshall won't have a comeback then; he'll HAVE to accept the fact that you and I are fucking. Wait until I feed him some more booze, and titillate him a bit, then send them in to us."

Smiling, she went to pee and hurried back to where her former husband was sitting slumped on a barstool. He brightened and straightened up when he saw her still nude, and rolling her sleek hips suggestively. "Thought maybe I'd been dreaming," Marshall said, "but I see you're for real."

She poured him another drink and saluted him. "More than you know, darling."

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

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.

Content

Dawn Cummings
Her sensuous search

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN