'Lauralee!' he grunted. 'Oh baby – never before – ahh, I can't hold it back – your pussy is too hot and slippery, too damned good – all soft and gripping – uh-uh-uh! Coming, baby – I'm coming!!'
'Squirt your hot come into me!' she hissed, raking her clawed fingers into the cheeks of his ass and biting into the base of his throat. 'I want to feel your semen, lover – oohh! Yes, yes, that's it – all bubbling and frothy, all thick and creamy – ooh! You're doing it, darling; you're pumping me full of your wonderful come and making me come, TOOO!'
His cockhead continued to flex convulsively as spate after spate of boiling liquid rinsed down her twitching vaginal walls and drenched her womb. Lauralee could feel his balls leaping into the cleft of her ass and hear his breath sobbing, feel his chest lurching. His ecstasy was her own, and she squirmed wantonly, voluptuously upon his spitting prick.
When Marshall sagged, all his power momentarily gone from his body and his cock stilled while the syrupy milk bathed it inside her caressing snatch, she cradled him in her arms and crooned wordless love sounds into his ear, punctuating them with dartings of her tongue.
An eternity later, Marshall sighed and said, 'Oh damn; that was the finest piece of ass I ever had. It was something I always wanted from you, Lauralee – that fire and fury, to go with your gorgeous body. But I never thought it would happen, baby. What – how the HELL did you manage to change so damned quick, and so completely?'
Lauralee hesitated, grinding slowly upon his still-hard shaft, relishing the greasy, slippery feel of it. She had practically raped this man she used to be married to, hammered him and screwed him with feral savagery, and Marshall had adored it. Should she tell him now, describe what had happened to her through Bettina and that X- rated motel, the wanton scenes with their own son?
Later, she decided, and backed off his throbbing club, kissing his chest and licking hotly at each of his nubby nipples, biting gently at his hairy belly and sliding down, ever downward. There it was, sturdily upright against her throat, and Lauralee rubbed her cheek against the distended meat, exulting in the soapy residue that was still dripping from Marshall's cockhead.
Nibbling at the stem of his rod, she licked around into the wet hairs, and tenderly drew his balls into her mouth, tugging upon them as she bathed them with her actively seeking tongue. He flinched and shuddered, and she began to lick a tingling path up the length of his prick, tormenting the underside of the foamy glans with the tip of her tongue.
'Now,' she breathed, 'now I'll eat you, darling. It's something we've never done before, and we're long overdue for this. Umm – your cock really looks delicious.'
His voice flowed down upon her. 'Lauralee, are you sure…'
Then she gulped at his turgid cockhead, pulling it between her eager lips to cram her tongue tip into the sticky slot. She knew how to do this, and do it well; her son and Chris called her a natural-born cock-sucker, and she loved to perform the act, to know the private flavors, to feel a man writhing and heaving as she brought him wildly to a tremendous orgasm.
Concentrating upon Marshall's pulsing meat, she went to work, bumping the blunt glans tip into the ultra- softness of her throat, fondling the shaft with cheeks that dipped in and out, and always, always, her trained and highly educated tongue was busy.
His hands pawed down and tangled themselves in her hair. Lauralee moaned around his knob, picking up the rhythm through the bobbing of her head and quicker stimulation of her tongue. She sucked and released, tantalized and promised, her fingers deftly adding more arousal through caresses of his balls and the stem of his slowly churning shaft.
'Ahh, baby!' he gasped. 'Oh Lauralee – I can't believe you're – ahh! Your tongue is driving me out of my head – darling, darling – quick! I have to pull out, or I'll let go into your mouth.'
When Marshall tried to yank away his throbbing prick, she fought to keep it, to hold it prisoner, clinging to his balls and gobbling furiously, even ringing his club with her teeth in warning. Marshall was so new at this that he didn't realize she WANTED his semen to explode in her mouth and slide down her avid throat.
Jerking and wiggling, her ex-husband tugged at her hair, but the pressure building to a frenzy within his testicles was too much for him. Lauralee felt the thunderous release of his come as his cockhead went off like a blasting cap. His semen ricocheted within her siphoning mouth, splattering into her throat and drenching her tongue, so that she had to swallow time and again, in order to catch her breath.
Perfect; it had been a magnificent climax for him, she knew; he was still drawn taut in a form of exquisite torture, his body arched and straining. Even Marshall's skin seemed to be twanging, and Lauralee continued to draw upon his oozing glans, to lap for a final sweet droplet of slippery juice. She held to his prick for a long time, adoring it gently, tenderly, until the last waves of his orgasm subsided and the man fell back, panting.
Marshall's overworked prick was already turning soft as she allowed the knob to slide from her lips with a final kiss. She craved to do so much more to him, go all over every quivering inch of his body, fuck him from every angle, draw his head between her own thighs and feed him the flowing honey of her cunt. But the poor man was all pooped out, at least for the moment, shaken and surfeited by more aggressive sex that she'd ever shown him before, possibly more than he'd ever experienced from any other woman.
Lauralee smiled her way back up his supine body, lingering to nuzzle his chest hair, pausing to tease each nipple with her teeth before progressing to his mouth. Forcing her tongue between his lips, she allowed Marshall to learn the flavors of his own semen.
'I missed having your sweet prick,' she murmured. 'I just didn't know how much, because I was so damned dumb, Marshall. But no more; no more. We'll do it all, darling; I'll make up for all the pain I caused you, all the frustration.'
When she slid away from him and climbed to her feet, he blinked up at her, his eyes still a bit out of focus. 'I still don't understand how or why you got turned on,' he said as she sway-hipped to the bar to pour them more drinks. 'But whatever – or whoever – did this to you, I'll be eternally grateful.'
'Good,' she said. 'I feel the same way, but I wasn't so sure about your reaction. You won't be jealous, or shocked, or disgusted, if I tell you?'
Marshall sat up, his sated prick dropping to one side. 'Well, I flgure you found some guy who taught you how to ball, really ball. I guess I ought to be jealous of him, because I never could find the right buttons to push.'
Lauralee tilted the bottle of bourbon over their glasses and hesitated, frowning down at the amber liquid. Marshall had his own ethics, of course, his own brand of morality; would knowing that Robbie was the male who got her going upset him too much? It was possible; a couple of quick and passionate fuckings might not change that. Her frown deepened, because now that she had Marshall back she certainly didn't want to lose him again. There was so much she could share with him.
A shadow moved in the hallway and she glanced at it, to see Robbie hiding there and beckoning to her. Composing her face, she passed the whiskey to Marshall just as he struggled erect. 'Be back in a moment,' she said. 'Little girl's room.'
Catching Robbie at her own bedroom door, she hissed at him. 'I don't think your father is ready to learn who…'
The boy cupped her tits. 'Wow; what a fucking you gave Dad. He was really shaken up.'
'Robbie…'
He cut in on her. 'I've got the others tucked into my bedroom; brought them through the garage, just in case. I figure we ought to turn Bettina and Jessica loose on him, too – with you, of course. You three hot cunts should be able to change his mind about anything. He'll need to catch his breath some, but after that…'
She kissed her son on the mouth. 'You're right, darling. Especially when your father discovers he's been fucking his own daughter-in-law in the orgy. Marshall won't have a comeback then; he'll HAVE to accept the fact that you and I are fucking. Wait until I feed him some more booze, and titillate him a bit, then send them in to us.'
Smiling, she went to pee and hurried back to where her former husband was sitting slumped on a barstool. He brightened and straightened up when he saw her still nude, and rolling her sleek hips suggestively. 'Thought maybe I'd been dreaming,' Marshall said, 'but I see you're for real.'
She poured him another drink and saluted him. 'More than you know, darling.'
