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
