Clarissa released a single hand from mine and reached towards her mother’s offered hand. They met palm to palm with interlaced fingers. Christina moved her entire leg over her daughter’s leg and I met the sole of her foot with my now empty hand. She let the weight of her leg rest into my arm.
Clarissa offered her foot from the opposite side up to her mother. Christina, with her free hand, delicately grabbed her daughter’s quivering leg and kissed the bottom of the toes. She took the toes into her mouth, moistened them and placed her daughter’s foot on her chest, so that her hard nipple was placed in between the big and little toe. Clarissa pinched down with the fleshy part of her toes, that sent shivers through the three of us.
We were no longer three people engaged in sex, but a single being realizing itself in pleasures of the flesh.
Christina pushed down with her foot and I pushed back with my hand as Clarissa pushed with her foot against her mother. Christina’s sweaty back slid easily up and down my thighs. The heat of her inner body radiated through my cock, into Clarissa and created mirages in the air around us.
Christina’s body would rise from our pushing, sliding her up my cock and dildo. Clarissa pulled in on the dildo, providing more movement for each stroke we made. When Christina fully slid back down and back up, Clarissa would push the dildo out. On Christina’s way up the grip of her vagina pulled it out of her daughter. Moving back down, when the dildo bottomed out in Christina, she pushed past her daughter’s dilated cervix and into her creamy, sweltering uterus.
We performed this motion, summoning an orgasm from deep within the fabric of reality. We could feel my cock slide in and out of Christina’s hot, greasy sphincter. We all enjoyed the sensation as the head of my cock popped into her squeezing sphincter and then plunge back into the sauna of her lithe body, quaking body.
We could feel the head of the dildo enter in and out of Clarissa’s uterus. The pleasure that emanated as the long stroke of dildo’s ribbing moved through her sweltering, gripping length of vagina. Undulations of their own rhythm squeezed cream out. We all shared in the pleasure as pulse after pulse milked its way out, down our asses only to be squished into a sticky lubricant where our bodies met.
We were in awe of the feeling of being penetrated by both our lovers. We shared in Christina’s joy of my hot rod stroking crests of pleasure. These crests crashed against crests created by the dildo’s multitude of ribs moving in and out. We reveled at the amount of cream coming out. It dripped down to create pappy sounds of her butt contacting my aching scrotum.
As one being combined of soul and body, never losing rhythm, our paced increased. The heat evaporated the sweat from our bodies forming a fog of a slow crystallizing orgasm around us. It was beyond divine comprehension. Within the aura of our bodies, the vapor turned to twinkling ice crystals.
When the structure was completely solid, it shattered into a silent celestial orgasm. Everything whited out and all we could see were each other. Time seemed to slow. We all squirted in slow motion unison. The slow long spurt of hot cum from my cock was in time with both Clarissa and Christina squirting long and large arches of sizzling white cream into the air like fountains. Each squirt was a lightning flash of piercing pleasurable orgasm, followed by long dwells of thunderous bliss that rolled through us. Minutes seemed to pass as our airborne cream moved through the air in low gravity. The thunder rolled away into a dimensionless distance. Before the thunder was completely silent, lightning struck again.