By the time Lew had fucked himself into a state of advanced excitement, Stella was virtually limp from overexertion. She had come again and again in mounting waves of sensual frenzy until it seemed that all her body was aflame with lusty pleasure. She felt the storm mounting to a crescendo, and she thrust against her daughter's face, also driving her asshole down upon Lew's thick cock. She felt him surge into her with a few final strokes that were so fast they made her head swim.
'Aurrggghhh!' he grunted, running his hands over her breasts and shooting a stream of hot cream deep into her bowels. 'Ugghhh, you're fucking my nuts off! I can't stop shooting!'
Stella fucked as hard as she could once she felt him explode with lust deep inside her asshole. His prick had turned into a wild, living thing that sprayed come with as much fury as she had ever felt; the vague, blinding jets of hot crown brought her to the final peak of orgasmic satisfaction. Ann sucked tenderly at her cunt as she came, providing her with yet another source of delicious pleasure.
Lew quickly recovered from that bone shattering fuck and told his friends that they had all better get downstairs quickly, an observation with which they agreed. They dressed quietly and filtered out of the room, leaving Stella with her daughters. After a few moments the woman got off the bed, wiped the sperm from between the cheeks of her ass and off her thighs, and began pulling her clothes on. She stood before the bed for a moment, looking down at her daughters – they were all seated side by side and watched her intently – and then gave them a tender, conspiratorial smile before walking out of the room. They looked at each other in surprise: her failure to say anything to them had upset them and they were uncertain what to make of that smile.
CHAPTER NINE
Stella was the first in the Barden household to awake the following morning. Despite the late hour at which she had finally gone to bed for good, she was up by nine-thirty and her husband, Harry, got out of bed soon afterward; neither of them had ever been able to sleep late. There had been a time in their marriage when these Sunday mornings had been devoted to lovemaking of the most abandoned and fervent sort, but Harry Barden, now forty-four, seldom felt the urge.
'Golf today?' she asked when he joined her in the kitchen, where she was beginning their breakfast.
He said that he thought he would report to the country club and work in a round on the links that morning, a decision which immediately put her mind to working. As soon as he had driven away, she unplugged the coffee pot and went upstairs to begin implementing her scheme. She stopped first in the master bedroom, where she slipped out of her robe and nightgown and stood naked before the full-length mirror fastened to the door of her closet.
Stella surveyed herself with a very critical eye, having always been her own severest critic; she turned from side to side and gave her body a very critical examination. The survey satisfied her. For all the thirty-five years that she carried on her five feet and nine inches, one hundred and twenty-five pounds of luscious flesh, her body was still very nearly as good as it had been when she had first married her husband fifteen years ago. Her breasts were even lovelier, she thought; they had grown a size larger – now requiring a 38-C bra – and still had that proud, impudent tilt that made them so attractive to men. They were also as sensitive as ever, a fact that she quickly determined by touching a fingertip to her left nipple. The contact made the sensitive little cone grow larger and it grew into a needle-pointed projectile. After looking at the nipple for a moment, she cupped her breast in her hands and bare it up to her lips. By straining to the utmost she could get the nipple against her lips and her tongue played over it with amazing results. She quivered strongly as she excited herself.
After kissing her nipple for a moment, she released her breast and reached between her thighs. Her pussy was in its standard condition: hot and wet. She slipped her right index finger between the hot, swollen lips and gathered up a measure of the ripe, musky oils which were already flowing gently from her cunt, then coated her right nipple with them. She repeated the process several times, giving both nipples a rich covering of the erotic oil. She then began kissing her breasts again but this time with a great deal more fervor. After arousing herself in this fashion for several minutes, she straightened up and again looked into the mirror.
She saw a strangely different person this time. There was an intense, hungry look on her face and a strange fire burned in her eyes. Her breasts seemed to have grown even larger and the nipples were definitely more prominently displayed. A deep flush suffused her body. Stella looked at herself again, shrugged and walked out of the room.
She let herself into the girls' bedroom. Although there were three beds in the huge room, three girls were on Sue's king sized bed. She came closer and stood beside them, drinking in their youthful beauty. The morning was warm and they had kicked off the sheet, revealing their lithe, nubile nakedness, and again she found herself wondering how they had managed to grow up so quickly without her even noticing it.
Sue lay on her stomach, legs slightly spread, and Stella could catch a faint glimpse of her asshole. The sight reminded her of the night before, when she had watched the girl being fucked in the ass for the first time, and it also reminded her of the way her own asshole had been overpowered by Lew's broad cock.
The memory made her cuntlips twitch. There was soreness in her ass, a reminder of what she had undergone the night before, and she wondered how sore Sue would be when she woke up. The memory of the way her daughters had served her, how they had leaped to excite her when Lew had suggested it, made her clitoris pound harder. She could feel the flow of warm, cunt lubricant seeping out faster now and she knew that before long the insides of her thighs would be coated with the clear film of sexual arousal. She did not object at all to being sexually aroused and she often got hers off into a frenzied turmoil simply to enjoy that feeling of nagging incompleteness which made her feel so much more like a woman.
Lyn and Ann lay on their backs, side by side. Their thighs were parted just enough for her to get a glimpse of their pussies. Stella bent forward to examine them more closely; it had been years since she had seen a youthful pussy, and the sight of the almost hairless little slits brought back many a delicious memory of her youth. She remembered how she had been when she was thirteen and fourteen, so full of emotional wonder at the awesome sensations her slit could generate, especially when she had artfully stroked it for a few minutes. Perhaps there was something to the 'generation gap' after all, she thought; if young Lyn could display as much sexual interest and skill as she had done the night before. Then she was either extremely precocious or else girls were learning the more exotic sexual routines at a very early age.
Those lightly haired slits exerted a powerful stimulus upon Stella. Her pussy began heating up more rapidly and her nipples throbbed painfully. She continued to hang back, feasting her eyes on those lovely young pussies. She hungered to fall upon them but dared not. Stella had never had any homosexual experiences before the previous evening, though she had had a good enough idea of what women did when they made love to each other, and, while she had no hard-and-fast prejudices against lesbians, she had never indulged in their practices. She could not help remembering, however, the powerful thrill which had shot through her loins when she had felt her youngest daughter's lips roaming over her pussy and stimulating her proud, sensitive flesh.
She was not equal to the struggle; the fascination she felt for the pair of young, beautiful pussies was far too strong. After watching them for another minute, she moaned softly and then eased onto the bed, moving very carefully so as not to disturb the girls. Ann was lying closest to her and she bent over the girl's loins, holding back her long, dark brown hair with one hand to keep it from angling onto the girl's body and awakening her.
A scent of raw, powerful sexuality once reminded her even more poignantly of the evening before it was a scent which Stella was familiar with; she had smelled it often enough on herself and recognized it as the combination of sperm and her own cunt. Even though Lyn and Sue both had licked her pussy after they had been left to themselves the night before, the girl's slit still retained enough of the erotic mixture to have a brain- staggering odor of fucking about it. If Stella had been undecided before, that whiff of her daughter's well-fucked cunt was enough to do the act she had been contemplating.
She wanted to plant her mouth directly upon that young, exciting pussy and drive her tongue deep into the girl's cunt, the kind of treatment she liked when her own pussy was being eaten, but she also remembered the way Harry and Lew had so cannily brought her to a peak of sensual fervor before beginning the final phase of the act. Thus, she held back on her enthusiasm and concentrated instead on a series of very light, tender caresses which would prepare the girl for the ultimate stroke. She began by kissing the tops of Ann's thighs, running her lips over them so lightly that she was hardly conscious of the contact. She knew from her own experience, though, that
