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
