Unknown - Mom_s in on the marriage

"Take it," Chris grunted, as he shoved his rigid meat clear to the root between his wife's opulent thighs, "take my cock, you sweet, hot bitch! Couldn't stay away from her, could you? I knew you'd come sneaking up here to eat Lauralee's pussy, even if you had to start it while she was asleep – oh baby, shake that nice, round ass for me! Oh yeah, yeah – keep on licking that hairy black cunt, while I jam my prick into yours, Jessica – like this – like this…"

Staring, Lauralee could see the grip Chris had on the cheeks of his wife's luxurious ass, and feel the woman's folded body to where Jessica was nuzzling even more avidly into her snatch. Shifting her gaze, she found her eyes locked with his, and Chris smiled voluptuously. Jessica's educated tongue regained it frenetic rhythm, and Lauralee found her self pivoting upon it, humping to the buried face, her thighs sliding up and down beside Jessica's head.

"Beautiful, hot bitches!" Chris grunted. "What a pair of juicy cunts – sweet asses, gorgeous boobs – you love your old man's cock, don't you baby? You love my prick as much as you adore that steamy gash you're eating…"

Jessica moaned an answer into Lauralee's flexing vagina, and the teasing, tantalizing suction upon Lauralee's clitoris, became too intense to bear. Shivering, she let go of the woman's head and fell back upon the bed, her entire lower body swinging wildly, her pelvis reaching brutally up into the chewing, siphoning mouth.

"I – oh, I'm coming!" she cried out. "Fuck her, Chris – fuck the hell out of her! Screw your wife while she's going down on me – make her come as – AHH! – come as insanely as I'm coming – COMING!"

The fireworks went off deep within her wrenching vagina, flaring pinwheels of ecstasy around her bursting clitoris, sparklers showering golden hot rain up through her tumultuous belly and a spitting fuse burning itself savagely out through her fluttering asshole.

Lifting her smeared face from the sizzling wet hairs of Lauralee's quaking mound, Jessica groaned in sharp rapture, humping back upon her husband's pounding shaft. Her head jerked upward as she came, and she rocked from side to side as Lauralee stared at her contorted face and the mesmerizing pendulums of the swinging balloon tits.

Immediately, Chris stopped hammering his hard meat into her. With a swift and agile movement, he slipped his cockhead down and out of the clinging grip of his wife's snatch, and sat back upon his heels. As Jessica collapsed softly to one side, Lauralee could see the light glistening upon that reddened and puffy glans, see the golden rays of the bedlamp reflected upon the oily juices of the woman's pussy that clung like glue there.

"Your turn," Chris said. "There she is, with her plump legs all spread out. My wife's pussy is all heated up for you baby, so just crawl around her and go to it. Point your sweet, lovely ass up at me and spread your thighs, so I can screw you like I just stuck it to her. My cock is all greasy with her juice, and it'll slip right up into your tight hole."

Lauralee moved to do his bidding, her heart thudding and her own snatch becoming flooded in her excitement. She kneeled between the pale, ripe legs and ran her hands up and down the rounded calves as she gazed raptly down into the inflamed cunt lips surrounded by so much deep, curly red hair. Jessica's labia had turned scarlet, and they were dripping. Lauralee caressed the lavish thighs, and angled her body down so that her buttocks would be presented to the man who waited impatiently behind her, his gorged prick in one hand, his hairy balls filled with new semen.

She was about to go down on a woman's mature pussy, while that woman's husband fucked her from behind. She had learned to love a vagina through the teachings of Jessica's daughter, and now she was on the verge of making the full round of the family – man and wife and child.

Trembling, Lauralee bent down and kissed the silken belly, working the end of her tongue into the dimpled navel. Jessica twitched, and the padded nest of her mound moved back and forth. Lauralee licked into the outer fringes of humid pubic hair, feeling its stiff coils against her lips and tickling her tongue.

She burrowed through the matted hair and into the jelly-dripping pussy lips, tasting an exotic flavor there, an odd muskiness that thrilled her. Lauralee covered the pulsing snatch with her mouth, and at that moment Chris poised the soapy head of his distended prick against her vulva, felling upward for the torrid slit that was yearning for him. As she drove her tongue between the softness of the elastic lips, Chris drove his knob into Lauralee's labia, and both reached as far as they could into hot, soupy cunts. They were joined, deliciously interlocked, flesh within flesh within flesh.

While Chris poled his hard meat into her filled pussy, Lauralee muzzled deeper into the rippling snatch she was exploring with her teeth and tongue. When she had probed the sheath as far as she could, and tickled its buttery velvet walls, she withdrew her tongue and sucked in. The rubbery labia came into her mouth, and Lauralee toothed it gently, drawing a warm rivulet of juice down her throat and swallowing it gleefully.

There was the fresh, unknown clit, leaping to greet her drilling tongue, parting the folds of its tender hood. The size of that intense organ surprised Lauralee; it was constructed like a little cock, but much, much bigger that her own, and a giant compared to Bettina's tiny nubbin. By pressing down into the upper labia, she was able to get the vibrating growth between her teeth, and held it there while she tortured it with her lashing tongue.

Behind her, Chris panted as he thrust heavily into her own seething hole. "Baby – oh, baby – you're so hot and juicy that your sweet cunt is overflowing and wetting my balls! Ahh – you're tight, though, and my big cock is making those pussy lips stretch like rubber bands – grind it, Lauralee – shove that ass up to me!"

She gave it to him, seesawing her rear and wheeling her avid vagina upon his thrusting club, but she continued to worry the pulsating clitoris held captive by her teeth. Jessica's pelvis spasmed and the ripe thighs jerked uncontrollably. The woman shrieked softly and pounded the mattress with her hands as she crested upon a roaring tidal wave of ecstasy.

Holding her breath, Lauralee convulsed in her own orgasm, and felt the jetting cascade of Chris' semen blasting into her pussy.

Physically they were quite different, Lauralee thought; inside, they were the same, the identical operations of their passionate natures at odds with their bodies. But those bodies complemented each other – Jessica's plump and ripely rounded, very lush and generously developed, her large, heavy breasts a comfort for any man, and those lavish thighs a welcome. Lauralee looked down and checked out her own physical qualifications: she had always thought she was a bit too long and lean, but admitted there was a certain grace about her willowy frame, that her legs were beguilingly long and supple.

Variety seemed to attract men, she thought, and there was plenty of it in this room now. Little Bettina was so tiny and childlike, a superbly modelled young girl constructed like a miniature Venus. One tall and sleek, one warm luxuriantly fleshed, and a girl who was the epitome of anyone's sensuous daughter; the men had to be content with what they had, because the choice was pretty special.

"It's kind of weird," Jessica sighed, crossing her mellow legs and propping one elbow upon the bar top as she toyed with her drink. "I as always somewhat of a loner, until we all started fucking each other. Now I'd like for us all to be under the same roof, living together all the time. Now wait a second, Lauralee – I know damned well it probably wouldn't work, because women really need to manage their own homes. But I can dream a little anyhow."