"Lean back," Connie directed, her head swimming from the nearness of her own climax. Stacy bent herself back as requested, steadying her body with hands on Roger's knees. Connie leaned toward the brown-thatched gash where her lover's cock was at play.
Her tongue flitted among Stacy's pubic curls and tasted the juices which sapped her daughter's bush. But only for a moment. There was plenty more – and she knew where to find it. Connie speared at her daughter's pussy itself, her tongue sharing the splayed labia with Roger's tool.
The sensation was unbelievable. She could feel Stacy's pussy pulsating with life as it was fucked, a pulsation which became frenetic when Connie's tongue joined the party. Now she licked her daughter, now she kissed and dabbed Roger's jabbing prick, and all the while Roger continued to suck her own raw slice. As he felt Connie's mouth join his fucking tool his oral assault intensified. He had four fingers jammed into her hole, his teeth gnawing her fat, sexed-up clit, the tip of his finger knocking for admittance to the tight sanctity of her anus. She wanted to resist him, to maintain indefinitely the incomparable wonder of this moment.
But Stacy was cumming already, her voice breaking as she screamed out her joy, and her lovely pussy rippled around Roger's embedded tool. Connie was licking the battleground and she could feel the tension of her lover's cock, the shudders which raced up and down its length as it continued in and out of Stacy's cunt.
"OH!" Connie exclaimed. "OOHHHHHHHHH!"
Her orgasm burst forth and she flooded Roger's face with the hot cream of her cunt. At almost the same moment she could see his penis surrender in its struggle against Stacy's cuntal vibrations. Roger squirted massively into Connie's daughter as she rocked and rolled above him.
Connie was doing some rocking and rolling of her own at the moment, but she could see Roger's cum pouring from Stacy's gash, spilling in puddles onto his testicles and the base of his cock. White, thick, sweet-smelling – she was certain that she could see steam arising from the huge drops.
"Oh, my God," she moaned, her tongue flying to lap up the semen that would surely have been wasted but for Connie's hungry mouth.
It was Roger's own, definitely. She had drunk his jism so many times she could never forget its beautiful taste. But mixed with it was a fresh, delightful essence that belonged solely to her daughter. And as Connie sampled the blending with her tongue she knew that she loved both of them more than she could express. They were hers, and she was theirs, and that was how it had always been intended to be.
Cum glistened on Connie's lips and chin when she finally lifted her head. Her thighs ached from the exertion of straddling and clutching Roger's face, and she rolled onto her back beside him. Stacy too was picking herself up, Roger's cock popping out of her vagina, and a few remaining trickles of his cum oozed from her slit to course slowly down the insides of her legs as she went to her mother.
Connie offered her lips for kissing, and Stacy wasn't too proud to accept them. The girl's tongue laved her mother's face, cleaning away stray bubbles of jism, her eyes brightening as she savored the taste, and they were busy with one another, so busy they scarcely looked in Roger's direction.
"That was your party," he told them. "I think this time will be mine."
The women broke off their kiss and both of them turned toward Roger. He knelt beside them, his cock wet, still hard. His hands reached to Connie.
"Is that for me?" she husked.
"You'd better believe it," he assured her. "So get it while it's hot."
She went onto her chest and knees, her ass uplifted. Between her slightly spread thighs the brawn-fluffed bun of her cunt presented itself for the admiration of all, and before Roger even had a chance to stick his cock in, Stacy was rubbing the wet pink slit with her index finger. She kissed it one time only, but it was a kiss of adoration and special tenderness and, without looking, Connie sighed, "Oh, Stacy!"
"It's all yours," Stacy smiled, sliding out of the way, and Roger moved into position. "Oh, let me," the girl added, her hand gripping his cock. She steered it to her mother's slit, rubbing the large purple knob up and down the labial folds. With her fingers she spread Connie's cunt, using her other hand to insert the head of Roger's dong. "Take it away," she said then. "And give her hell, if you don't mind."
Roger proceeded to do just that. He stabbed Connie's bush with his tool, making her cry out passionately, and after holding himself in her a minute for soaking, he broke into a rabbit-fucking tempo. The bed shook so violently Stacy felt the impulse to hang on, lest she be thrown to the floor. And what better to hang on to, than the joined bodies of her mother and Roger? No one was doing anything to her at the moment, but it was exciting enough to watch the mighty sweep of Roger's peter as it slammed in and out of Connie's puss.
Her mother really had lucked out. Roger was some hunk of man. Compared to him, Stacy's other lovers had all been little boys. And her mother was a dynamite slice of woman, too. Come to think of it, maybe Connie wasn't the only one who'd lucked out. Stacy was doing pretty damned well herself. She had both of them for her personal use. They had one another, she corrected herself.
No one was using anyone else in the negative sense.
It was one for all and all for one, just like the Three Musketeers but a hell of a lot more fun, she was certain.
Stacy's pussy itched unbearably, in spite of the drenching blasts of semen with which Roger had filled her, and she found herself stroking it unconsciously as she watched her mother and Roger going to town. By the time she realized that she was diddling herself she had all four fingers inserted while her thumb strummed back and forth on her pubic mound. She touched her tits with her free hand, squeezing the nipples so fiercely they should have gushed a river of milk, but that was one trick she couldn't manage in spite of her aching desire. What to do now? she asked herself. Frig herself till they finish and see what was available then?
That was a passive role, and Stacy rebelled at passivity of any kind. Sometimes she was too aggressive, it seemed, but her aggressiveness last night had been rewarded splendidly. She crawled toward Roger, her hand still active in her pussy, and she began to work her head between his braced thighs as he kept on screwing Connie.
Her finger roved up and down the crack of his ass, dipping low enough to nudge his swinging scrotum, and she worked her face between his buttocks too, tongue plunging in to moisten his anal opening. Some guys got off on that, she was very much aware. She thought of something else that guys occasionally went for, and a wicked smile captured her lips.
Stacy withdrew her hand from its lodging in her cunt. The fingers were sopping wet from her juices and she sniffed at their fragrance, testing it with her tongue in passing. She sometimes liked to suck her fingers clean after masturbating, but not right now. Instead she applied her wet digits to Roger's anus, greasing it with her fluid. He squirmed as she touched him, asking, "What's on your mind, Stacy?"
"Buggery," she replied smirkily, adding her tongue and its coating of saliva to the lubricants on Roger's asshole. He wiggled as she oiled him, but he didn't resist.
Not even when she began to work her middle finger into the rectal outlet. "Loosen up," she begged. "You'll dig this."
He loosened, enough to let her wedge the fingertip, and after that, complete insertion was easy as pie. Roger moaned as her finger suddenly overcame his anal resistance and entered him to the hilt. Stacy moaned too, for his ass was deliciously tight. It took all her strength to pull the finger back for a fresh diving plunge, but when she managed, it was everything she had hoped it might be.