Her thighs clamped around Joyce's head like soft vises, and she felt her asshole and pussy bath open wide and then clamp down tightly on the tongue and fingers inside them.
Her hips strained upward rigidly and stayed elevated, shuddering, shaking, spasming out the fierce orgasm.
Everything had happened to her now that possibly could. All in the past week. An incredible week that wasn't quite real any more. She had been fucked by the biggest prick in the world had let her own son fuck her, sucking up his cum with her trembling pussy, wanting it and wanting it.
And now, after being discovered by strangers fucking her son, she was spewing her slippery aunt juice into the mouth of another girl.
What more could happen? What more?
As if in answer, she was barely conscious of a shaft of light coming into the room as the door opened, then going away again when the door closed.
She saw Max's figure over the bed. It swam and danced in her blurred vision. Handsome, fatherly Max, who had just saved her from being flicked to throbbing pain by an evil snake. Just the way Paul had saved her so long ago.
"Paul…" she croaked to him.
He was out of his clothes. He knelt on the bed. His cock was stiff and strong. He swept his hands over Joyce's upturned rump, felt her tits, kissed her mouth avidly.
The girl moaned and put her hand to her pussy, her bald; hairless, innocent, little-girl pussy. She finger-tucked it vigorously, unable to contain the heat in her pretty body.
"Did she like it?" Max asked softly.
"Ohhhh, she loved it, Max. I loved it, too. I'm all fucky inside. Oh, flick me, Max! Fuck me before I make myself come!"
Max gazed at Vera's open, draining cunt. She was aware that he was doing it. She didn't try to close her legs. She didn't care.
He bent over her, positioning himself, holding his prick in his hand. He sank towards her. His cockhead touched her cuntlips and entered her pussy mouth.
"Yes, yes!" Vera cried wildly, bucking up, making her pussy suck around his prick and pull it inside her hole. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Max slid into her cunt. His prick went easily, almost frictionlessly. Vera bucked up and moaned and shuddered again. His cock felt good in there-big and solid. It was better to be fucked than to have your pussy sucked, because there was something to grip and spasm around.
She fucked him wildly, her hips bucking and tossing. Her cunt was slippery and squishy, almost too wet
She felt weight on her chest, softness against her thrusting tits. She looked in front of her, and she saw Joyce's thighs spread wide, her bald pussy open and pink and wet, her fingers fucking in and out of it and rolling over her erect clit.
"Suck me now, Vera. Suck my pussy!" she said huskily.
She cupped the back of Vera's head and lifted it. She hunched forward on Vera's chest, her full, ripe buttcheeks like warm pillows against her spiked fits.
The aroma of wet pussy filled Vera's senses and made her mind spin. She stared at the pinkness, the freshness of the wet mint mouth sucking and pulsing in front of her eyes.
The limit. This had to be the limit. The last thing that could happen to her.
"Ohhhhh, God!" she moaned, her hips still fucking her snatch up and down Max's prick, as if they didn't belong to her any more and were bent only on their own satisfaction.
Wet, hot meat, slippery with aromatic oils, pressed up against her mouth and nose and chin. That was the strangest part-her chin. She'd never surrounded her chin with oiled silk before. It felt good. She fucked her chin in and out of the pocket of wetness.
An erect, throbbing nub prodded at her lips. She parted them and took it inside and knew that it was Joyce's cunt. The girl let out a thin scream of bliss and mashed lips and pussy together harder.
Juice trickled down Vera's chin onto her neck. She felt it tickling there. Soft cunt flesh rocked and pulsed all around her face erotically. Her hips lifted and sucked the big prick deep into her shuddering twat.
She didn't know if she was coming. It felt like orgasm, but orgasms didn't go on and on and on. Yet every nerve inside her body was screaming at high pitch as if it were one long continual climax.
The prick fucked her, and the pussy washed her face, and she swallowed everything down, took it in her body, drew and sucked.
"Max, I'm coming!" Joyce cried tightly. "Ohhhh, she's sucking me off real good! Fuck her, Max! Make her come when I come! You come, too, darling! Ohhhh!"
Joyce pulled at the back of Vera's head and mashed her open, wet cunt against the tongue and lips and chin fucking her whole box.
Her pussy spasmed and shuddered and sucked at Vera's face, and cunt juice drooled copiously from it. She lipped her head back and Heated and came violently, her bald, puffy cuntlips shaking and fluttering against Vera's face, between her lips, around her tongue.
Vera couldn't stop herself. She wrapped her hands around the firm, ripe ass and buried her face into the oily wetness and gave as good as she had gotten.
Her hips lifted at the same time, and her pussy shuddered around Max's big prick. She felt the shaft plunge deeply into her twat and buck with explosions of sperm.
"God! God!" Max groaned, hosing his load into her cunt.
Vera might have blacked out for a moment, she wasn't sure. But the next thing she knew, they were fucking wildly, Max and Joyce. His cock plunged in and out of her asshole and made her come. Then he flipped her over onto her back and flicked her pussy and made her come again.
Vera lifted up and watched them groggily. The bed heaved and tossed. She wanted to join them, but they didn't even look at her, didn't invite her. They were through with her.
She staggered from the bed. Max bellowed and shot his load deep into Joyce's bald cunt, kissed her wetly, then kept right on fucking her innocent little body.
Vera took up her panties from the floor. She looked at them dumbly. She didn't want to put them on yet. Her pussy was still on fire.
She watched the older man and younger girl flack and fuck. She put her hand to her pussy and rubbed it, watching them. She leaned back against the window sill and spread her thighs and masturbated.
Her hand swirled over the wetness of her cunt. Her fingers slipped into her pussy and felt the big load of sperm draining from her hole. She slipped her fingers farther under her crotch and felt her asshole.
It was slippery and sensitive. She probed at it with her fingertip, remembering the way Joyce's tongue had felt there, remembering the sight of her son's cock going in and out of Sally's asshole, of Max's cock fucking deeply into Joyce's butt.
"Ohhhh, fuck my ass, Max," she whimpered.
He didn't acknowledge her. Maybe she hadn't said it loudly enough. He seemed totally immersed with Joyce. She fucked her finger in and out of her asshole instead, rocking back, lifting one leg onto the chair seat to open her butt wider.
They were about to come. She gasped and watched their movements quicken, heard their gasps.
She shoved her finger deep in her ass and then masturbated her cut with her other hand. She tipped her head back against the window and came at the same time they did, moaning and gasping, feeling her whole body crush down impossibly on itself.
Thorne's image came to her mind at the height of it. It startled her. He was watching her. She couldn't read his expression.
"God, God!"
What would he think of her now?"
"Thorne… help me!" she cried softly, knowing she could sink no lower.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"No!" Vera said stubbornly.
She wrung her hands and paced back and forth. She looked through the living room to the lanai and went over and turned on the pool light with a quick snap. The inviting blueness made the house seem warmer, cozier, more rational and familiar.
"No!" she said again, spinning around to look at Roger.