Watching Peter pouring the spunk so abundantly into Marianna, Bunny melted on her thrusting fingers. Her thighs rippled as she rose and fell, riding her hand as if she had been squatting on a rampant prick.

And how she wished that she was!

She frigged herself through the racing spasms of her cumming, timing it to match her mom and dad. She gradually slowed down, as they did.

Peter began to falter, then stopped moving. Marianna squirmed under him for another moment, then held him tightly, her legs locked around his haunches and her arms around his shoulders. Her belly was glued to his, her tits tight to his chest.

As they stopped jerking together, their daughter stopped ramming her fingers up her pussy. Peter's prick was still stuck up Marianna's cunt-gash, and Bunny left her bunched fingers knuckle-deep up her cunt-hole.

For a few moments this performer-audience tableau remained motionless, the players melted together as if their bodies had fused in the heat of their fucking and the water in frozen fascination at the keyhole.

Then Peter slowly pulled his prick out of Marianna's pussy, as it had gone in, inch by inch.

His cock-head lodged in her cunt-slot for a moment, then came slipping out. His cock was semi-soft now, but still impressive, a fat, meaty coil looped from his loins.

Marianna lay sprawled out, her legs apart. Her vacated cunt-slot was gaping open, as if the elastic walls were retaining the outline of that thick cock-stalk that had just been molded in her cunt. The pink oval of her pussy was flooded with fuck-juice and cunt-cum.

Bunny gazed longingly at her daddy's cock. Soaked and slathered from her mother's cunthole, his cock-meat looked scrumptious.

Her gaze shifted to her mother's groin.

Gaping open and all swampy with their mingled slime, her mom's pussy looked delicious, too.

Bunny drew her fingers out of her cunt and held them up to her face. They were drenched with her cunt-nectar, pearly ribbons running down her digits and a milky pool welled up in her palm.