“Aaagghhh!” she groaned, and he started to cum, already, because her pulsating pussy was spasming powerfully round his cock, while her hands had m...ved onto his lower back to press him in, as deep as his outsize cock could reach, with each desperate thrust, to spurt his load way, way up in her chest somewhere.Thrust, thrust, he went, squirting powerfully each time, while she shuddered and groaned and gasped, pressing back to make the most of her third cock and each of its many, many. Her legs tightened around me. She cried out and arched her back. She was flying through the stars she was cumming. Her pussy was squeezing hard on my cock. I began to lose it. Oh shit! Oh baby! Im cumming I cried Yes! Cum inside me&hellip,please&hellip,cum inside me! she cried as her pussy muscles kept pulsating around my shaft. I just couldnt stop myself. In one final powerful thrust I released all the sexual pressure that had built up inside my balls over the last few weeks.I came, flooding. ”“Wait a moment,” said Daphne. “What the fuck is going on? What’s she talking about? ‘Research’? What are you doing to me? Am I a guinea-pig in some experiment?”“Sh…” said the elf-woman. “Listen…”Lucy was speaking again now. At least, Daphne knew it must be Lucy. In some ways it was unmistakeably Lucy. But this must be Lucy forty, fifty years later, maybe – an old woman. Daphne gasped and choked at the sight, for Lucy was still beautiful, and passionate as ever – but wrinkled, spent, tired.. That day was the peak of our joyous new lives. My stomach was full, my legs were tired, and my head was filled with contentment. When night fell and we rested on the couch sharing a coffee table book about race cars (one of my birthday presents), mother asked if there were anything else she might do for her birthday boy before he had to go to bed."Yes mother, but I don't think you'll like me if I asked you." I answered meekly.Mother was no fool. She guessed what dangerous ground I would tread.