Somehow, clinging for support to the girl, Lauralee made it to the bed, and it gave sensuously beneath her collapsing body, rolling as if it, too, had come alive and was turned giving and resilient.
Lauralee was panting, biting her lips, and there was a fierce struggle going on within her head. She was confused, frightened, ashamed, the emotions whirling and changing in swift patterns, but always the strong one came to the fore – that new, overpowering hunger. Two violent orgasms had only whetted that strange appetite, not slaked it.
She was hot; oh Lord, she was hot. Fiery lances of passions seared her tensed flesh and stabbed deep within her aroused vagina. It was all wrong; what she was feeling had to be obscene and unlawful, and – and…
But Bettina's hands were fondling her breasts, and the girl's spicy mouth was nibbling at her throat. Her daughter-in-law's hands were roaming, caressing, one of them stroking the dampened moss of Lauralee's vulva, the other fondling hips and thighs, and she was helpless beneath those knowing touches.
She found herself revelling in the satiny flesh squirming against her own, in the kisses Bettina was showering upon her skin. She dared to put her arms around the slim, warm body. That stunned but yet logical part of her mind insisted that what she was doing was taboo, that this lovely girl was now a member of her own family. Lauralee's body refused to listen, and her lean belly was sliding avidly across the girl's.
'Such beautiful tits,' Bettina murmured. 'They're as firm as mine, but darker, and wonderfully sculptured. Oh, I love them.'
Lauralee gasped when the girl kissed her nipples, when she felt a finger working its way expertly up into the already flowing lips of her vagina. Then Bettina closed her hot mouth over one tip, and Lauralee arched in swift response. Her former husband had kissed her breasts, but never like this, never so deftly and lasciviously, never lifting such sparks of prompt desire within her body.
She wiggled slightly upon the finger embedded within her sheath, and Bettina promptly probed the clitoral hood to tease the center of all feeling. Closing her eyes, Lauralee gave up fighting anything, and allowed her body to take over, to respond on its own, without direction on her part. She didn't know what to do, anyway. She knew only that Bettina felt marvelous in her arms, that she felt tenderness and gentleness, and a great, pervasive craving.
The girl's hot mouth was slipping farther down her body, the wet, tickly tongue drawing a fiery trail over her rib cage, then down to her quaking tummy.
'A crazy pussy, too,' Bettina whispered. 'All that cunt hair, so rich and black, so deep. It's steaming, Lauralee.'
Lauralee jerked uncontrollably when she felt hot breath blowing into the edge of her pubic hair, when she learned the flicking caress of that educated tongue. Now Bettina's hands were firmly gripping her thighs, spreading them wider, and her drilling tongue burrowed its way into the shaggy hair.
Now it thrust deep into the fur, and strongly against her labia, sending a shock wave throughout Lauralee's straining body. Her vulva quivered, and she gasped when the girl's tongue delved through the lips and into the pulsing wet cavity itself. She had never felt anything like it, never even imagined the sensuous contact or the spiralling thrills that shot up into her vagina.
Then Bettina was shoving her entire face into Lauralee's crotch, forcing her mouth to cover the shuddering cunt lips, and sucking – oh Lord, SUCKING! Colors flashed before her eyes, and keening sounds hissed through her clenched teeth. Oh no – it just couldn't be happening to her, she couldn't be letting this occur.
But she was and it was, and her entire aching body was glorying in the experience, wriggling and heaving, and the nipples of her breasts were so rigid they felt as if they might snap off. Her thighs moved together, caressing the honey-blonde head between them, and Bettina's hands fondled the uptilting cheeks of Lauralee's ass.
ASS, she thought; not buttocks, but ASS, and the honesty of the word was good inside her head. She rolled her ass and surged her pelvis, forcing her pussy lips deeper into the eagerly gulping mouth fastened so greedily to them. The girl's tongue darted and curled, acting like a small penis within the satin folding of the sheath, and Lauralee revelled in the magic sensations that were flooding her being.
The girl was almost her own daughter, but she was sexy and experienced, and she was driving Lauralee almost insane with rapture. Ecstasy raced through her belly, through her pussy, oh yes, her CUNT, and that was wonderful, too.
Bettina moaned into the churning pussy, and Lauralee clamped down with her thighs, imprisoning the girl's face, trying to draw it completely into her inflamed vagina. Bettina licked hotly, finding the vibrant clitoris and tantalizing it until Lauralee bucked wildly. When the girl pulled the nubbin into her teeth and worried it, Lauralee went completely mad.
White-hot explosions burst within her seething pussy, and her asshole drew into a knot. With her belly heaving and her back arching, Lauralee twisted upon the marvelous impalement of that ravenous mouth. She cried out some wordless sound of joy, and dug her long fingernails into the girl's thick hair, humping and thrusting shamelessly into her mouth, against those teeth, into the devious whirlings of that superbly trained tongue.
It was magnificent. Her flesh convulsed and her pussy contracted. She went into a frenzy of grindings and pumpings, moaning and gasping for breath. There had never been anything like this in Lauralee's life, never anything so masterfully beautiful, and she let herself go limp in the powerful backwash of her tremendous orgasm.
Dimly, she was aware that Bettina had lifted that adoring mouth from her pussy, and she felt the girl kissing a slow and teasing path back up her supine body. But Lauralee couldn't move. The warm, soft lips edged to her breast and lingered there while the slippery tongue played over the aching nipple.
Lauralee stirred, coming slowly back to herself as her young daughter-in-law kissed her throat. She caressed the girl's sleek body, her fingers gradually learning the silken texture of the flawless skin and the shaping of the delectable buttocks.
Then the enchanted mouth was softly pressing her own, the oily tongue penetrating her mouth, and Lauralee accepted it happily even as she realized that she was being given a taste of her own pussy juices. Her pulses thundered anew at the thought, and she found herself sucking upon Bettina's tongue.
The girl was locked firmly between her spread thighs now, and Lauralee knew the wondrous softness of a humid pussy being forced against her own. Just as the two actors had done on TV, she thought dizzily, and it was working; she could feel the pressure as Bettina sought to rub their clits together. Her long, lean legs raised themselves and curled around the slim body, so that she could help, so she could draw the beautiful girl closer.
Oh, it was so thrilling! Their breasts moved together, nipples brushing nipples, and Lauralee locked her legs around her lover's moving, thrusting body. Cunt to cunt, they stroked together, and it was slippery, juicy, the occasional touching of their clits a fabulous sensation.
They were actually doing it, Lauralee thought; they were really FUCKING. She wriggled and rolled back upon her shoulder blades, so the girl could use her clit like a miniature penis – no, a PRICK – and moved her crotch with welcoming, sinuous motions. Locked in each other's arms, their mouths and their bodies welded together, they screwed blissfully, the perfect tenderness bringing a slow but deeply gratifying love to them. Lauralee was ecstatic. She knew only a momentary stab of guilt, soon gone and gladly denied. She knew only a passing moment of regret that all of her thirty-six years had been wasted, before this night.
Her husband could have done this to her, if only he had been kind and gentle instead of such an animal. Marshall might have made her body sing, too. But Lauralee doubted that; he was just a man, without the delicate touch this adorable girl owned, without her assurance.
'That's the way,' Bettina panted. 'That's the way to lay that rich cunt up to me, baby. Oh yeah, yeah – you can really grind it, Lauralee. Oh wow, and I thought you were frigid, all uptight. Man, how wrong I was – oohh! – you're a hot lay, a real – hot – screw!'
Lauralee pushed back at the girl's plunging crotch, grinding to bring their clits together, because she was a hot lay, because it felt so good to be wanted and loved and appreciated. They were giving to each other, not one of them simply taking from the other because he was bigger and stronger. Pussy to pussy, they churned and hunched, bringing themselves inexorably to a shivering climax. It was sweet and piercing, that orgasm, fulfilling and warm.
In lassitude, Lauralee clung to this wonderful girl her son had married, cuddling the slim, delicate body close and holding their tingling cunts plastered together. The water bed beneath them rocked sensuously, cradling them,
