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.
