Chapter 20
"AAIIIHHHEEE!" Harold's cry of surprise and rapture could have been heard in Florida ... deeper his wife's delicate little finger penetrated into his rectum, and more and more his passion grew. Suddenly he wouldn't wait an instant longer-he had to get his huge hard cock into her deliciously wet cunt or he would surely die!
Toughly, roughly, he flung Lily from the sofa to the floor; then he slid down and frenziedly, madly, crazed with hunger and desire, he threw himself astride her, shoved his huge straining rod deep into her juicy, welling snatch, and rode her frantically. He see-sawed in and out of her cunt, he plunged, he plowed, he pronged, each passionate thrust carrying his enormous fiery prick deeper and deeper into her gaping pussy. Her cuntmuscles gripped him in marvelous acceptance, he could feel her pungent fluids oozing against the sensitive skin of his dick, and he took pleasure in the feel of her fingernails clawing at his back.
"Uuuugggghhhh!" gasped Lily in delight, as he tremendous cock pronged her again and again. "Ooh. it's so big!"
She was thrusting her whole body in counterrhythm, gripping him tightly and ecstatically with her knees. "Oh, Harold!" she moaned over and over in frantic joy.
Lageule, watching the happy spectacle, could no longer contain his own welling urge. He looked down the length of his muscular body, sprawled on its back on the mattress. His cock stood up huge and firm, a beacon pointing toward his navel, a hungry anxious organ seeking its true home.
And, wonderfully, its home approached. Gwen crossed the room quietly and daintily, smiling mischievously.
"Isn't that sweet?" she said, sitting down beside him on the mattress. "It's so nice to see them happy together again."
"Umm," murmured Lageule, as his fingers began quickly to peel off the voluminous dressinggown.
She helped him, raising and moving her body obligingly at the right time-and in a quick moment, she was entirely naked.
"That's better," muttered the French-Canadian, eyeing her lovely flesh appreciatively. He bent over and buried his head in the hot sweetness of her juicy snatch.
The lovely magenta lips of her cunt were moist and big, pungent with the fluids of her own desire, and Lageule set to work with joy. licking and sucking and lapping and prodding and diddling. He slid his tongue up through the wet folds of flesh, prodded at her tense clit, and she quivered all over in shivers of exquisite passion.
Dimly, through the sweet sucking sounds of his lips in her cunt, Lageule suddenly heard the twin cries of passion from Lily and Harold, as they reached climax simultaneously. The room echoed and re-echoed with their loud sobs and groans of utter ecstasy, as they rocked and ground together, and Harold exploded in a shower of hot sperm in his wife's cunt.
The cries reminded Lageule of his previous ardent fantasy. Suddenly he wanted-desperately-his dream to come true, before it was too late.
"What I'd really like," he whispered to Gwen, "is the two of you-at once. You and Lily."
He saw her dimples as she laughed. "Aren't you awful!" she said in mock rebuke, while he gave an extra lap to her quivering twat.
"Okay?" he said, teasing her clit by running his tongue all around the erect knob, while her whole body shook and rocked with mounting spasms of pleasure.
"Oh!" gasped Gwen, her cuntmuscles clutching and twitching in spasmodic hunger, "Please! Please give me your cock-NOW!"
But Lageule was firm. "Not yet," he whispered, while his tongue continued to rove enticingly around her clit. "I want both of you at once!"
Gwen was twitching all over now, fired with incredible hunger, squirming on her buttocks and trying in vain to quell the hot itching in her burning cunt.
"PLEASE!" she groaned urgently, trying to slide her own finger down to the gaping emptiness of her pussy.
But Lageule held her hand firmly on her belly. "No!" he hissed, the delay making him only more aroused. "Get your mother!"
"Mother!" cried Gwen, in a hoarse plea.
Lily came over, needing no further urging.
"Please!" Gwen was saying over and over, as she writhed and moaned in agony and ecstasy, "PLEASE!"
Lageule extended a hand, and that was sufficient invitation to Lily. She quickly knelt down on the mattress. Lageule reached out and fondled one lush breast, feeling the hard, up-tilted nipple between his fingers. Stroking and gripping Lily's large tit, he flung himself onto Gwen's urgent, writhing body.
One hand still on Lily's breast, Lageule, with the other, guided his immense, throbbing organ into the warm softness of Gwen's cunt.
"Auuurrrggghhh!" grunted Gwen, her gaping hole gripping and clutching eagerly at his firm length of dick, "Auurrgghh! At last!" She thrust her body upwards from the hips, rising again and again in her urgent hunger to meet his thrusts and suck him deeper and further into the aching recesses of her snatch.
Her eagerness, her mad-crazed thrusts and lurches stimulated Lageule to incredible peaks of passionate desire-after the interval of teasing, the blessed firm rod of his cock felt doubly welcome and comfortable, embedded, as it should be, in the hot and juicy depths of her pussy. He watched her face as he pronged her firmly, and he saw with delight her closed eyes, her slackly-open mouth; he had never seen cool Gwen so hot and eager for his, or any, cock! He set too violently, shoving his steel-hard penis deep and hard, pushing it home as far as he could, the way he knew she wanted it.
"Yes, Aaaahhhh, YES!" she cried, responding with her supple cuntmuscles, her legs, knees and arms, to every brutal push, until he was flinging her about on the mattress in a frenzied orgy of fuck-pleasure. Again and again he lurched deep into her hot pussy, withdrawing only to plunge in again still deeper and harder, pulling out gently only to shove his cock back in again violently, brutally.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH!" She was shuddering all over now, the spasms of her climax overtaking her, rolling through her whole body in waves, as she writhed and groaned in the last shuddering peaks of passion.
Lageule kept his prick huge and stiff inside her, satisfying her final clutching hunger, yet carefully restraining himself, postponing his own joy. He exerted all his will-power, used all his newly-acquired skill and awareness as a master of the art of screwing, and prolonged his own moment of joy as he approached climax. For he still had other fruits to taste, other acts to perform! The lush, ripe body of Gwen's mother lay sprawled in hungry abandon on the mattress right beside the two intertwined figures-and out of the corner of his eyes, Lageule could see Lily's hand frantically and urgently probing in her own cunt. She was ready for him!
Gwen clawed at him in the last shudder of rapture, and then her body relaxed into sweet after-contentment. She smiled up at him, her female hunger finally satisfied.
Lageule gave a last tantalizing jerk to his cock, inside her, and he felt the responding grip of her cuntmuscles. Then, with a wide and mischievous grin, he slowly drew his huge, steel-hard cock out of her juicy hole. She tried to persuade him back in, holding on with her legs and arms-but Lageule was firm. This was his dream, his day, and it was his part, now, to make it live!
His blood boiling with fiery passion, his nerves a mass of tingling, shivering jelly, his balls on fire with almost uncontrollable passion, Lageule slid over on the mattress toward the waiting form of Lily. From daughter to mother-every man's dream! And it was happening, actually happening, to him, Henri Lageule-it was too marvelous to be believed!
He was gasping with excitement even before he touched his burning cock to Lily's creamy plump flesh. Then his huge prick rubbed against her furry mound, and he almost exploded with the sensation. Slowly, taking care to prolong his pleasure as long as possible, he slid himself over on top of her ample body, his chest rubbing deliciously against her mountainous tits.
"Ummm," crooned Lily, her own fingers reaching in and parting her come-filled snatch, "Come on," she said provocatively, as she took hold of his ram with one hand and guided him into her eager, moist hole.
"Ummm," it was a sigh of profound contentment, as his full measure of firm cock plunged in to the hilt, satisfying her urgent needs.
Slowly, with infinite and provocative care, Lageule began his motions. In and out of the wonderful hot cave his prick slid, slurp, slock, out and back in again. Lily's whole body melted against his, her huge firm nipples caressing and tickling pleasantly the flesh of his chest.
He felt her hands sliding over his buttocks, stroking and caressing with a skill to match his own, and his movements took on a deeper urgency and power. Then, she did what he had hoped she would do-she slid a sweet, moist finger deep into the tiny star of his asshole.
"AAUUUUGGGHHHHH!" cried Lageule. the novel and exotic sensation almost making him come, as it set on fire a series of tingling, quivering nerves that he hadn't even known existed. "Auuugh! Mon Dieu. Tabernac!" He writhed and squirmed, pronging and being pronged simul-taneously. until his craving had built up to a hitherto unimag-ined crescendo of joy. His whole body tingled and shivered with fuck-spasms, his toes tingled even, there were blazing, blinding fireworks exploding in his head, but his head was hardly there any more, he was nothing but one huge burning cock-and that, too, was going to explode!
And then it did explode. He twitched and shuddered and lurched and groaned, feeling Lily's tangy female fluids coating his huge dick, as it tightened and stiffened for the final throes; and then he was bursting, overflowing, spraying a fountain of hot come far up into her snatch.
"AAAAAHHHHH!" cried Lageule, the final stage of his fantasy made fact.
Then he lay back between the two women, mother and daughter, whose flesh he had just enjoyed; lay back in contented and satisfied bliss, hardly bothering even to open his eyes when he heard the panting gasps of Lily and Harold now embarked on the second great re-union of their night. Once, as he came to his climax of his wife's body, Harold's arm flung out across Lageule's chest; he looked up briefly but was too engrossed in reliving his own past few moments to pay much attention to the husband and wife, in passionate sexual congress beside him.
What an experience. Lageule marveled to himself. With-out a doubt it had been the most stimulating, the most satis-fying screw of his whole life-so far! But that didn't mean it had to be the last: already his mind was racing ahead with exotic and almost unimaginable visions of future adven-turous excesses ... what a night it had been! What other delights were in store, now that he had finally learned how to love!
A sharp knocking on the door interrupted his reverie. "Heavens!" exclaimed Lily with annoyance, looking up from under Harold's writhing body, "Another visitor?"
"Who is it?" called Gwen from their corner.
There was a slight pause; then a gruff, strident voice answered. The tones were all-too-familiar to Lageule. "It's Parsons!" shouted the voice from the other side of the door. "I'm looking for my partner-Lageule!" The voice was shrill with anger and outrage. "I have reason to believe he's here," it went on. "Lageule! Are you in there, Lageule?"
There was another moment of silence. And then Jack Parsons, standing impatiently outside of the closed door, heard an extremely bewildering thing: there was a loud peal of joyous laughter from inside the room. He rapped on the door again, harder. This time a voice responded.
"No, Parsons, the man you are looking for is not here-and you'll probably never see him again!" Again the echoing burst of laughter.
Parsons turned away from the door in disgust. There was a deep frown on his -lined face, as he walked slowly back down the stairs.
For, there was one thing he just couldn't understand: it was Lageule's voice that had spoken to him! "Damn Hippies," muttered Parsons to himself, as he crossed the street to his parked patrol-car.