She said, grinning, "I heard you two in there." She uncrossed her thighs and showed him the vibrator humming away, half in her vagina. "I'm sure glad you brought this thing."
The shower was turned off. Marcia came out of the bathroom with a towel. She tossed the long rubbery dildoe onto the bed. "Baby, if it's okay with Harry, I'm going to need you in a minute." Marcia toweled her wet hair vigorously.
Harry asked, "For what?"
Marcia patted her big breasts with the towel. "I'm ready! I've been needing attention since you started sucking my nipples. That business in the shower… You watch, Harry. Maybe it'll turn you on and you'll be rested enough to use Corri again." She rubbed the towel down her legs.
Harry nodded. He glanced at his waterproof wristwatch. It was only a few minutes past nine. He said, "Do whatever you want."
Marcia finished toweling herself. She went to her purse and brought out a tube of lubricant. She sat on the bed and picked up the dildoe. She looked hesitantly at Harry.
He said, "What?"
"Can I use that rubber extension with all the things on it?"
He shrugged. His eyes widened when she took the item from the bedside table where it had been put aside earlier. She pushed and tugged it onto one end of the long dildoe. The soft flanges, ridges, and bumps made the dildoe an amazing object – like a rubber imitation of some vicious medieval club. And it was thick at the end now, as thick as Corri's forearm.
But Marcia's eyes were hot as she squeezed out dollops of the gel-like lubricant and smeared the stuff over more than half the length of the shaft plus the extension.
Corri pulled the vibrator out of herself and turned it off. She put it aside as her mother handed her the prepared dildoe.
Corri held it by its dry end. She made as if to hit her mother over the head with it. The dildoe flexed and whipped in a six-inch arc.
Corri giggled and looked at Harry. "Mom really digs this. It's a good show."
Marcia said, "Don't be cute, baby." She didn't seem embarrassed. She adjusted a pillow under her head, raised her knees and let her thighs fall wide open. Her bushy delta was split by a red-lipped slit that gaped to show pink, wet flesh inside.
Harry left the bench and came to the big bed. He had to see up close. He wheezed into position next to Corri.
Marcia smiled at Harry. "All right, baby… now!" She closed her eyes.
Corri used one hand to part further her mother's vulva lips. Then she put the big, variegated end of the extension in against the small slightly gaping opening of the vagina.
Harry saw Marcia's clitoris, a pink grapelike bump of shiny flesh, almost like a tumor, swollen from between iiplike folds above the vagina.
Corri pushed the dildoe, turned it, twisted it, and the thick, multi-protrusioned extension sank into the expanded opening.
Marcia gave a sighing, pleased, "Ahh…"
Corri pushed the dildoe deeper. The whole of the extension – four-and-one-half inches – disappeared. Inches of the thick, supple, dildoe shaft went in.
Corri said, "Say when."
"I will, baby." Marcia sighed as the slick imitation penis penetrated further and further up into her belly.
Harry estimated she had taken the extension plus three inches of smooth dildoe shaft when she made a small stop sound. She had over seven and one half inches of rubber prick in her.
Corri let loose of the implement. The dildoe projected from Marcia's body obscenely, a shaped glans at the end, with about seven inches of shaft in the air.
Corri gave the dildoe a small slap. It waggled. She laughed. She slapped it again, making the flexing movement more extreme.
Marcia lifted her head and looked. "Feels odd…" There was a small action-reaction waggle in her distended vagina. She lowered her head to the pillow. "Fuck me, baby."
Corri said, "Now the work part." She gripped the shaft at a point snugly up against her mother's spread vulva. She pulled the dildoe out until half the bulging extension was clear, glistening, then thrust the whole of it back into her mother until her fist smacked her mother's open vulva and the knuckle of her thumb bumped the sensitive, protruding clitoris.
Marcia went, "Uhh!"
Corri shifted her legs slightly and braced herself with her other hand on the bed. She pulled the dildoe out and plunged it in again, hard! Again! Again!
"Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" Marcia grunted happily. She began a fucking movement, lifting her pelvis to welcome the deep, ruthless plunges of the thick, club like combination of dildoe and knobbed extension. Her feet pressed down into the bed. Her arms were flung wide. Her belly tensed and relaxed…
After about a hundred pullings and pushings Corri began to tire. "Mom…"
"Don't stop!" Marcia was sheened with sweat. Deep-throated groans of pleasure came from her. She had climaxed once and was obviously close to a second powerful orgasm.
Corri had switched from one arm to the other. "My arms are dead." She looked to Harry. "You do it for a while."
Harry nodded. He was enthralled by the artificial fucking. He traded positions with Corri. He gripped the dildoe and pushed it deep into Marcia. He was surprised at the resistance there was in spite of the copious natural lubrication that coated the dildoe and extension. He realized, as he continued fucking Marcia with the massive implement, that she was clamping down on it, tightening her vagina around it, as she approached her peak.
She groaned, "Faster and harder… use your weight…"
His weight afforded him some leverage. He thrust the thick round artificial prick deep and smacked her open, slippery vulva with his gripping fist.
Marcia quivered. "GOD – yes! Oh, more…"
He obliged her. He speeded the thrusts and put more power into them. His thumb joint seemed to crush her swollen clitoris with each smacking, wet impact. He began to pant from the exertion and from arousal. He identified with that deep-plunging prick. It was him in her so far, giving her so much pleasure. Yes, it was old graying Harry, the usually impotent lover! More, she wanted? He'd give her more! He began edging his grip further back on the shaft, little by little, sending a quarter-inch more… a half-inch more into her spasming depths.
Harry was sweating too, wild-eyed with his own excitement. With his free hand he grabbed Corri's hand and pulled it to his rigid penis. "Play with me – suckme!"
Marcia was beginning to thrash and shudder. Her vulva leaped to take the ever deepening thrusts. "Ahhhh – God! Jesus God! Oh, Harry!" Her voice tore apart into a series of high-pitched groans as she reached her ecstasy. Her hands clawed the bedding. Her face was mottled, her head thrown back, neck and throat straining, eyes wide and glazed, mouth wide open, gaping, big, quivering breasts heaving, her chest drawing huge, fast lungfuls of air.
Corri had been infected by the maddened sexuality of her mother and Harry. She squirmed quickly between his fat legs and seized his penis with her lips. Her small hands enclosed his scrotum and the throbbing base of his shaft. She made small passion sounds as she sucked. Her tongue was a wet, velvety serpent against his exquisitely sensitive glans.
Harry snorted and moaned and gasped. The strange, intense, different glow of pleasure that had come to him when fucking Marcia in the ass was coming on strong in his groin now. A weird, burning sensation of constriction was in his vitals. His chest began to hurt. His pulse boomed in his head. He didn't care. "Suck," he gasped. "Suck!"
He kept on thrusting the punishing length of dildoe into Marcia's stretched vagina. But she was quieting; her muscles loosened and the latex truncheon went in and out easily now.
Marcia begged, "Not so much…" She seemed too weak to stop him if he persisted in the extremely deep plunges. Her belly muscles continued to flex with each massive penetration.