Those fabulous tits of Robin's flopped and swayed back and forth as she bent to unfasten the snaps on her skirt. As she leaned forward, her jugs seemed to trace out invisible figure eight patterns in the air. The already aroused pebbles mounted on each snowy summit expanded as blood pumped wildly and lustfully through them. Robin wiggled her hips and the simple skirt she wore tumbled to the floor to lay in a pile on top of the already discarded blouse.
Her bikini briefs followed seconds later.
Robin's slender fingers plunged repeatedly into her twat as she stared lasciviously at the boy and girl on the couch. Bert's hand coursed the deep valley between Carole's ass-cheeks and a finger occasionally prodded into her anus. But seeing Robin slowly advance on him, naked and excited, sapped Bert's control, and he felt himself growing rigid.
Carole felt it, too, as the elevating cock pushed into her stomach as if attempting to find the depression of her navel and wantonly fuck that minuscule hole.
Bert was mesmerized. He couldn't remember where to look. Did he study the smooth contours of the woman standing naked and willing in front of him? Or did he attempt to attend to the ass being thrust upward into his groping hand?
Bert quickly realized he had started this, and he would have to organize it better. "Get down on the rug, Robin. And get your legs spread wide!"
He ungraciously dumped Carole to the floor and stood. In a matter of seconds he had his own clothes off, although to him and the two women, it seemed as if time had ceased to flow. After getting properly naked, he ordered Carole, "Start eating pussy, girl!" He gave her a stinging slap to the ass to make sure she obeyed his command.
Robin opened her mouth to protest, then her words were blurred to a groan when she felt her daughter's wet tongue gently slip across her cunt-Juice slicked vulva. Bert lifted Robin's legs so that the backs of her knees rested on Carole's shoulders.
Carole had to bend forward slightly to capture the salty tang of the oily cuntal fluids oozing from her mother's twat, and that was exactly what Bert wanted. As the girl leaned forward, he reached between her legs and tickled her clit. The daggers of joy that soared throughout her being triggered an involuntary response. Her legs spread slightly, invitingly, and this was precisely what Bert searched so avidly for.
He sidled up on his knees, then fell forward onto Carole's back. His long, hard cock dipped into the seething cauldron between her legs and became totally drenched in her internal fluids. He stroked casually in and out to build up her sexual tensions, to bring her to the highest state of arousal he could.
Feeling the clutching vaginal walls along his length assured him that he was doing what he intended. In a leisurely fucking, Bert moved his hips back and forth, rotating slightly as he entered and retreated. By turning his head to one side, he found a leg that belonged to Robin decorously draped over her daughter's shapely shoulder and invitingly close.
Bert's agile tongue flicked out and caressed the calf just as Carole's oral digit plumbed the depths of Robin's cunt. Robin was being driven out of her mind with the sensations smashing into her brain. Knowing it was her daughter positioned at her cunt had given her a strangely paradoxical feeling.
She both enjoyed it and dreaded it at the same time. It was exciting in a manner she had never before known, yet it was kinky. As Carole's tongue plunged into the steamy depths of her mother's body, Robin decided it might be kinky having your own daughter eating you, but was it ever turning her onl
Robin felt the feather light touches of Carole's tongue around the rim of her cunt. Her daughter then sucked and licked at the clit so proudly thrusting upward and demanding attention. It got all the tender loving care the younger girl could give it. She sucked the tiny spire and ran her tongue from its base to the sensitive, delicate tip. With a flickering, taunting motion, the girl tortured the clitoris with the skill of one who has practiced cunnilingus for many long and joyous years. Carole was a rapid and avid student of sex.
Feeling the jerks and twisting of her mother's hips every time she licked the woman's go button, Carole moved on to danker and tastier pleasures of the flesh. Her organ of taste stroked the blood-engorged vulva and pressed inside to caress the pinky scalloped inner labia. Robin could only utter moans of incoherent delight as the sexual tensions built in her body. Tides of flaming desire arrowed into her crotch and warmed her belly. The emptiness of her cunt longed for a male invader and, yet, it didn't
To have Bert shove his manly prod into her quim would require Carole's leaving. And Robin couldn't bear to think of having her sex slash unattended by that wet, slobbering mouth for even a microsecond.
She was excited, titillated and enthralled by the feel of her daughter's mouth. The erotic sensations quivering through her body made her feel watery and weak inside. Robin knew that she had been missing quite a bit before Bert had come into her life. And part of what she had been missing was her very own daughter!
Carole thrust her tongue as far up her mother's love tunnel as she could, then rolled the imitation penis around and around lapping up all the tangy juices she could. She had never tried another girl's pussy before, and it tasted good! Carole could hardly believe the feeling when she slithered her tongue along the walls of her mother's cunt, the way Robin would buck and thrust up to meet the delving digit of taste. Carole retreated, giving the soft inner lips a quick circuit with her rough, moist tongue, then followed the tiny rivulet of cunt juice that trickled down Robin's perineum.
The fluids seemed to accumulate along the tiny ridge of flesh. Carole slurped and licked all the way back to her mother's ass-hole before deciding she couldn't stretch her tongue any further. It was far enough for both of them, however.
Robin's body quivered and roiled inside with the mounting tornado of lust that swirled as ft formed in her groin. The mildest touch of Carole's organ of taste sent fresh ripples racing across the pond of her being. Her very own daughter held her captive, pinioned on her tongue!
But it was Carole who was" receiving as well as giving the best part of the bargain. The succulent juices she sucked into her mouth were unlike anything she had tried before. Not a bit like the thick semen and sperm milkshake from a man's spewing cock, yet not thin and watery either. A new experience. That was nice.
What was even nicer was the feel of Bert's cock slowly pistoning in and out of her cunt. Each deep plunge he would take rammed a lance of flame into her body and seared her brain. Carole gulped convulsively after one particularly long, powerful thrust and sucked up an extra bit of frothy cunt juice from her mother's pussy.
The power of Bert's strokes into her body rocked her to and fro. This caused her mother's legs to slide along the gyrating cheerleader's back. Carole wasn't used to stimulation in so many places all at once. The feel of the prodigious prod in her twat, the succulent juices dribbling down her chin, the sliding motion of her mother's smooth legs on her shoulders and back, and, eventually, the sweet torturous stabs of carnal delight as Bert reached around her body and tweaked one nipple and squeezed her clit
Carole began to buck and thrust her hips back to meet Bert's every motion. He was driving her mad with desire, and she could not help herself. The piston of pleasure in her belly began to burn, to expand, to sear its way through her loins. Every time Bert even brushed one of the girl's nipples, a lightning bolt blazed throughout her chest And the dynamite explosions that wracked Carole's body when Bert stroked her clitoris was something only a demolitions expert could have appreciated to the fullest