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.
