The stereo was going, not too loudly, with one of Robbie's Disks thumping out a
sensual, primitive beat that seemed to reach right into Lauralee's belly and
nestle there. She was beginning to understand why the kids like that kind of
music so much; it had an insistent sexual undertone that she had not responded to
in the past; now she was accepting the horny rhythm and flowing with it. She
looked over to where the kids were dancing, their naked young bodies so lovely
and appealing in the soft golden light from a bar lamp. They moved with
unconscious, unstudied grace, with an animal-like beauty that was basic to their
very beings. Beside her, Chris nodded approvingly and lifted a glass in salute.
Lauralee glanced down; his prick as hanging limply against one hairy thigh, an
oozing of semen clinging to the shrunken tip. "just imagine," she said quietly,
"what a marvelous marriage I would have know, if you'd been my husband. But you
and those adorable children are helping me make up for all those lost and lonely
years. Tell me, Chris -- did you feel guilty, at first? Screwing Bettina, I mean,
and ignoring your wife?" "A little," he agreed, " but not all that much. Once I
got into my girl's fantastic pussy and knew how much it meant to both of us,
there was no way I was going to give up fucking her -- even if I had to take her
and run, leave the country. You nod doubt feel the same way now, about Robbie."
"Oh, I do, I do," she breathed. "You're still making excuses to yourself," he
said. "But you don't have to, Lauralee. We're all so damned lucky--and that
includes my wife; Jessica never had it so good, from me, or from the great
screwing she's been getting from your boy. You'll like her, I know. At first, she
had some of the same doubts about the so- called propriety of it all, but when
she really got with it, all those vanished. From a sometime, lackadaisical wife,
she's turned into a fucking machine." Lauralee poured them both another drink.
"I'm not knocking what's happened, Chris. Far from it. I want to run out into the
street and scream out my new-found happiness--but that would send the neighbors
scurrying to call the police, I'm certain." He nodded, and she watched the play
of light in the thickly curling hair of his crotch, wondering how she could have
*ever* thought that a man's sexual organs were ugly. Small and limp or large and
pulsing, any prick was gorgeous, a marvel of sensual perfection. It was a
delicately constructed object that could turn into an enchanted engine of
tremendous power. Chris said then, "Kidding aside, that's where we have to be a
little careful. It's great to bring new, fresh screwing into our circle, but we
can't make the mistake of letting an oddball join us, somebody who might blow the
whistle. Maybe later on we can search out someone compatible, but for now I think
Robbie and I can give you three women all the fucking you want. We'll try like
hell, anyhow." Reaching over, Lauralee patted his drooping cock. "I'm sure you
will, lover. You don't realize how sweet that word rests upon my tongue---lover.
Before Bettina and Robbie and you, I never had a real lover. Now I have three of
you -- and yet another one to come, your wife Jessica." He grinned at her, and
slipped an arm around her waist. "The kids are getting worked up again. Look how
Robbie's cock is standing up; and by the time I finish this drink, I have an idea
that I'll be ready for another round of fucking, myself. And you, baby?" Lauralee
smiled back. "Any time; all the time." Chris drew her closer while she kept one
hand upon his prick, feeling a slow thickening of the fabulous meat beneath her
fingers. "We'll have to take special care of you," he said. "Since you're
relatively new to all the things we've been doing with each other. I think we
should make you the center of attraction now, the star of our show." Giving her a
quick kiss, Chris dropped off the barstool and took her by the hand to lead her
toward the children. Robbie and Bettina had stopped dancing, and were holding
each other, rubbing their bellies together. "Hey, you guys," Chris announced, "I
just told Lauralee we'd give her a good going-over. You remember what we did to
Jessica, the first time we all balled her?" Sloe-eyed and sultry, Bettina glanced
up. "Sure; that's a fine idea, Dad. Who's first?" "Age first," Chris answered,
"then you, baby---to break the pattern, and Robbie finishes up, okay?" Bettina's
eyes were wickedly sensuous as she brought a sofa pillow to place beneath
Lauralee's head, and another one to be positioned under her ass. "Relax,
darling," she breathed then, "You're in for quite an experience. In fact, all of
us are; it's going to be a blast, loving you in turn." Lauralee looked from one
intent face to the other as they stood in line before her inert body, all of them
staring down at her ready thighs and the lush mound of her palpitating cunt, at
the ripe and trembling globes of her breasts where the nipples were taut in
anticipation. Chris stood with his heavy shaft in one hand, caressing its
powerful club with his fingers; little Bettina fidgeted anxiously next to her
father, cupping the delicate mossy spot between her willowy thighs; then Robbie
waited, swaying back and forth, making small, hunching movements with his stiff
prick.

All of them were eager to love her, Luaralee thought; these three great people
were aching with desire to fuck her, to eat her juicy snatch, to kiss and caress
her flesh while they probed the innermost secrets of her body. She was ready for
them, quivering for them, her long legs moving sinuously and her belly rippling
as a fresh supply of lubricating fluids bathed the satin wall of her vagina. An
orgy, she thought---a real orgy of flesh and mind, with her as the focal point,
the centerpiece for their adoration. If Marshall could only see her at this
moment, Luaralee mused; if only her ex-husband could stand somewhere nearby and
see the wife he had called frigid, the wife he'd walked out on because she was so
damned sexless. Marshall wouldn't believe his eyes, she thought; even the real
evidence of her open and tempestuous sexuality would not convince him that
Lauralee Jergens was doing this of her own free will. Too, he probably wouldn't
be able to imagine that so many people could crave her hot body so much. She
blinked up at Chris Hartmann as the chunky, hairy man kneeled between her opened
legs, his massive shaft reaching out, its flanged head glowing and a clear gem of
pre-seminal fluid dangling at its point. Once her husband had felt sorry for her;
Marshall had said so, bitterly, the day he told her he was going to get a
divorce. Now she felt a little sorry for him in turn; if he was standing in this
line, waiting his turn to dip his hard cock into her sought-after pussy, Marshall
might even be jacking off. Chris was stroking her hips now, his blunt fingers
gently caressing her thighs and belly, trailing themselves deftly up to fondle
the pulsating mounds of her firm breasts where the nipples practically leaped to
meet his questing fingers. "Beautiful black-haired pussy" he murmured, "so much
rich, thick hair piled around it, like a deep, curly mattress. And your cunt lips
look as if they're pouting; they're very full and rich, Lauralee. It's a real
privilege to aim my cockhead down into them." The pillow beneath her ass made her
pelvis tilt upward, so that she was spread and open for his entrance, and Chris
hesitated only a second with his spongy knob pressing into her undulating vulva
before shoving his rigid meat full length into the greasy gloving of her pussy.
That single thrust buried his shaft to the wrinkled sack of his refilled balls.
"Ahhh!" she moaned, as she felt it crammed into her oily sheath, as she knew the
thick, veined bulk of the man's cock burrowing deep. It was strong and knowing,
slipping back and forth within the wet fist of her snatch and thrilling her with
every minuscule activity. "Ahh, Chris---how wonderful! I love you fat prick
inside me; I adore your cock tingling so deeply inside my pussy. Ohhh---Ahhhh!"
Of their own volition her hips took up the age-old rhythm of sensual womankind,
ticktocking gracefully in slow, grinding arcs as her crotch fondled his pelvis,
as his swollen meat imparted that electric pressure against her aroused clitoris.
Chris was holding back, she sensed, throttling down his own needs in order to
give her as much pleasure as possible. Lauralee writhed upon the slowly moving
cock, rolling her ass and slowly moving her feet against the carpet, her knees
flung wide and her crotch churning. She cried out when she came, when the furious
seething glory broke radiantly within her undulating pussy, white-hot and
beautiful. Squirming, she thrust greedily for more, attempting to expand the
inimitable rapture, to stretch it out into a blinding eternity, as if beyond it,
crossing some hitherto unreachable threshold, beyond which would be like Eden
upon a bed of bitten apples. She had barely stopped spiraling her blazing cut
upon him when Chris gently withdrew his enfired cockhead. Her hotly siphoning
pussy lips tried valiantly to keep it prisoner. He moved from between her jealous
thighs, and there was only a split second of loneliness before something took his
place. A small and greedy mouth fastened upon Luaralee's cunt lips; a quick and
practiced tongue delved avidly into the slippery depths of her stirred vagina,
and she wiggled in swift response. Bettina was eating her pussy again, sucking
upon the silken labia and turning them inside out. The girl tired to drain all
the frothy juices as she sucked the flexing cunt like a sugared orange. Bettina
drilled that educated tongue beneath the shuddering softness of the clitoral
hood, prodding the seat of passion itself. Luaralee arched upon the tantalizing,
driving wetness, that sweet and tingling caress, gasping as the girl hungrily
chewed and pulled, as the throbbing little clit was drawn from its protective
covering. Moaning, she wrapped her legs around the sleek, tiny body, and her
crotch plunged itself up and down, smearing its flowing stickiness over Bettina's
cheeks and chin, trying to force the kid's nose up into the churning lips of her
sizzling hole. Bettina gobbled, sucked, rubbed her teeth into the scorching gash,
and her thumbs pressed down upon Lauralee's hipbones. Violently, heaving and
bucking in a searing frenzy, Lauralee banged her way to another majestic climax,
sobbing at the cresting of an intense orgasm that seemed to tear her apart at the
hidden seams. The girl would not let go, but continued to corkscrew her tongue
into the bubbling reaches of Lauralee's rioting pussy, kept right on eating the
dripping snatch, the serpentine juiciness that had become the focal point of the
universe for both of them. Lauralee couldn't stand it; she fought to back off
that probing tongue, to free herself of the mounting intensity, but it was just
impossible. She surrendered to yet another explosion of rapture, and she opened
her mouth , intending to cry *enough, enough*!!, something velvet-skinned and
spongy forced itself between her lips. Lauralee drew breath around the insistent
cockhead, and it slid along her curling tongue. As her tremendous orgasm burst
within her coiled pussy, she drew Chris's meat farther into her mouth. She sucked
on his prick while his daughter at last stilled the sweet torture of the tongue
within her snatch. Dizzily, Lauralee worked her mouth up and down upon the man's
thick, heavy club, stabbing the tip of her tongue down into his narrow slit and
tasting the sticky fluid oozing there. Chris held her head cradled upon his
thighs, and she knew the furry caress of his balls against one cheek. Bettina's
wet mouth was now trailing upward over her hipbone, teasingly up to her rib cage,
and the small, butterfly hands were busy at Lauralee's tits. Drawing fiercely
upon Chris's knob, she attempted to siphon up his semen immediately, and the man
was already trembling, his thighs gone tense and his belly jerking. She was
getting to him, Lauralee thought hazily, and dimly knew the feel of Bettina's
seeking mouth, the lifting of the girl's hands. "Suck it!" Chris demanded in a
hoarse voice. "Eat my cock, baby---oh yeah, keep running your tongue over the
head, Lauralee. You're a natural, darling -- a real cocksucker at work---ahh!
Here it comes, you hungry bitch -- *take it!*" As the foaming release broke
hissing against the back of her throat, Lauralee was barely conscious of a
prodding at her pussy lips, of a hard young knob pushing it way up into the
steaming looseness of her labia. Robbie was shoving his distended knob into her
snatch, gliding that beautiful hard young meat between her cunt lips and up into
the damp furnace of her vagina. Lauralee gulped at the spurting come that was
flooding her mouth, swallowing hastily in order to catch her breath. The creamy
fluid flowed greasily down her throat at Chris's bulb jerked again and again to
shoot off its delicious syrup along her tongue and the inner linings of her
dipped-in cheeks. This was her first taste of her new lover's semen, and she
revelled in its musky, honeyed thickness, in the ultra-lascivious sensation of
taking his treasured juices down into the maw of her stomach. Now she had taken
his semen into her pussy, absorbing its strength with her vaginal walls and the
chalice of her womb---and she had also known its savory power in her throat.
Chris Hartmann had thus made himself forever a part of her body. Below, her son
was thrusting steadily into her soapy cunt, reaching his slender young prick far
up into her quivering hole, his balls flapping wetly into the slowly rotating
cleft of her ass. Robbie was paying his own devotion to the altar of her body,
stroking impetuously into his mother's adoring snatch, feeding the most vital
part of himself back into the juicy cavern from which he had crawled in the
beginning. Tenderly, Chris eased his drained cockhead from the grip of Lauralee's
lips, and only a thin trickle of come escaped her mouth to cling pastelike to the
corners. She flicked her tongue to pick it up, her eyes closed in the ecstasy of
her son's prick sliding, grinding, pushing -- fucking!" Lauralee was drifting,
spinning in lotus land, carried along a perfumed stream of voluptuous beauty, her
eyes closed and her lips smiling. Without guidance, her lower body squirmed in
mindless abandonment, giving as much pleasure as she was receiving, and she
wondered briefly where Chris had gone, where Bettina was. As her son's vigorous
young cock pumped within her box, Luaralee discovered where Bettina was: a humid
silken mound was lowered over her face. The girl moved gently, carefully,
settling her feathered crotch upon Lauralee's upturned mouth. Tremulous labia met
equally quaking lips, and Bettina moved lustfully, carnally against the tongue
that had only moments ago been wrapped around her father's cock head, feeding her
honeyed little gash into the mouth that had just accepted the spurting of her
daddy's semen. Symmetrical thighs positioned themselves at each side of
Lauralee's head, and the succulent mound worked back and forth over her lips and
against her teeth as she reached far up into that girlish sheath, using her
tongue the same way the stiff cock was being used within the slippery folds of
her own feverish pussy. She was loving and loved, being fucked and eating, her
entire body vibrating with ecstasy as she blended with the girl and meshed with
the boy. Hotly, clenching and wobbling, Lauralee's cunt made spasmed convulsions
upon Robbie's pistoning meat, and she came with a magic exultation that seemed to
disintegrate her entire being from within. Bettina jerked upon her mouth, and the
girl's miniature clit expanded, heaved and churned. At that enchanted moment,
Robbie burst the skyrocket of his treasured come within his mother cunt, and
Lauralee gasped in yet another orgasm.