he's bound to walk in and catch me or Timothy with a hard prick buried in his wife's sweet pussy. And then what?'
She said, 'I won't care. I just don't give a damn about what my husband thinks or does. Of course, he could make trouble for us through the welfare office. But if he even dares, I'll – '
'It may be better,' Jody mused, 'if we can get him with us. Look Betsy – I don't think that any guy who can raise a hard will be able to put down Charlene when she comes on strong. She is one hot and eager piece of ass, and every guy who even gets close to her can kind of feel it.'
'Yes,' Elizabeth said, 'your sister has that in mind, I think. She was talking about it to me in the kitchen, but I don't know how Sherman will react. It will have to be done carefully, and I'll have to catch him making it with her, so he'll know he can't say anything.'
'We can fix it,' Timothy said excitedly. 'I'm sure we can.'
Finishing her drink, and feeling a little lightheaded. Elizabeth nodded. 'But that's somewhere off in a dim and fuzzy future. If I know my husband, he may not even stay home after dinner tonight. And even if he does, I'll feed him so many drinks that he'll sleep through a hurricane, I promise you.'
Grinning, Timothy said, 'The guy must be out of his head, to go off and leave a crazy pussy like yours behind.'
'He really doesn't know anything about my pussy, Elizabeth said truthfully. 'I didn't know myself, until Jody fucked me. I imagine that Sherman would be just as surprised as I was, to find he had a wild and abandoned woman in his arms. But we just never clicked, my husband and me; maybe we never will.'
'You don't know that,' Jody said.. 'Since you're so turned on, maybe you can do the same for him.'
Elizabeth got off the couch and passed one hand over her face. 'I can't believe this Is me, talking like this. But it is me, the woman who has been hiding inside a stiff – necked, uptight old harridan all this time. Now that the real woman is out, she's damned well going to stay out, no matter what I have to do to protect her freedom.' Timothy clapped his hands together. 'You know, you're really sexy when you walk around naked like that. Your ass jiggles up and down with every step you take, all wiggly and rippling, like it's begging for somebody to take hold of the cheeks.'
Turning, she posed proudly for them, cupping her swollen breasts in both hands and aiming the nipples at the boys. She rolled her hips and did a bump and grind remembered from some otherwise long – forgotten night club. It made her feel good, and she watched the glow of their faces with delight.
Then Elizabeth said, 'The hell with worrying about anybody else. I can see a couple of young pricks lifting themselves up again, and I think we ought to concentrate on them.'
'Back and forth,' Timothy suggested, 'like we make it with Charlene?'
'Any way our foster mother wants it,' Jody answered. 'Every way she wants it.'
They didn't use the couch this time; the carpet was deep and soft, its pale color complementing Elizabeth's bare skin as she sank upon it, that delicious throbbing beginning deep within her vagina and spreading throughout her body. She had no reservations now, and could hold nothing back from these two intriguing boys. She didn't want to keep anything from them, no part of her mind or body. And possibly, she was reaching the point where she would also hide nothing from herself.
Immediately, though, something interfered with that decision. Elizabeth felt someone behind her, and looked around to see the girl Charlene in the doorway, one lean hip propped casually against the frame. She was wearing a mini – nightie that exposed the dark red furring of her pubic mound, the diaphanous material calling rapt attention to the lovely spot, instead of trying to cloak that utterly feminine vee. Charlene's exotically slanted eyes were fastened upon Elizabeth, and little hot lights flickered in them as she stared.
Throatily, the girl said, 'Can I come in? I kind of figured that since you've been balling both the boys, maybe you aren't uptight about other people being around, anymore
'I – I suppose so,' Elizabeth said, bringing her thighs together and telling herself that it was all right, that she shouldn't feel in the least embarrassed. But Charlene was another woman.
Somehow, that seemed to make it different, and for a few hectic seconds, Elizabeth felt some of her old self creeping back. But she fought It, refusing to fit herself back into that tight, grey mold that had always strangled her in the lonely past. She forced a smile, and hoped that Charlene would make herself inconspicuous. The girl did just that, drifting to the couch out of the way, but just as she sank down upon it, said, 'You've got the most beautiful body I ever saw. I hope my tits will look like that some day, all big and soft and firm, too. And maybe my cunt hair will grow that deep and shaggy. But I may never have long legs like yours, or develop an ass that fantastic.'
Swallowing, Elizabeth murmured, 'You're stunningly lovely just the way you are, Charlene. There's something very special about you, a sensuous radiance that few women are lucky enough to possess.
The girl smiled back, and crossed her almost thin legs as she sat back upon the couch, ready to watch whatever sex acts her brothers were going to perform upon their foster mom. Elizabeth made herself look away from the compelling young body, to fix her eyes instead upon the naked boys and their wonderfully erect cocks.
Timothy approached her first, kneeling upon the rug and fondling her knees until she pushed her legs out flat and lay back, opening her thighs for the boy. Her mound was quivering In anticipation, and she could feel the warmth of the semen still held within its silken folds. She liked the juicy sensation, and the boys didn't seem to mind that her pussy wasn't squeaky clean. Timothy was already stroking the damply matted hairs and fingering over the greasy lips.
But she was expecting him to set his enlarged cock – head against her vulva, and was surprised when the boy snuggled down to kiss her thighs, to lick hotly along them and make white – hot tendrils of urgency reach longingly through her flesh. Sure, he wouldn't go down on a cunt that was practically dripping come? But evidently, Timothy didn't care about that, or perhaps even relished the additional juice, for he was soon nuzzling into her mound, and his quick tongue was busy teasing her labia.
Gasping, Elizabeth felt the boy cram his tongue deep into her drenched vagina, and he wasted no time in raking it around, then upwards to find the trembling erection of her taut clitoris. He ate pussy differently than his brother, she thought dazedly; little Timmy went at it more hungrily, almost fiercely, jabbing with his strong tongue, and using a powerful suction that peeled her cunt lips inside out into the vacuuming of his eager mouth.
She hunched to him, digging her fingernails into the carpet as her ass rolled with the arching of her back. Timothy took a firm grip under her writhing thighs, and kept them pried widely apart, so that all the tenderness of her feverish pussy was open to his searching mouth. Elizabeth forgot everything else – the boy kneeling close to them, the girl watching avidly from across the room; there was only the hotly pistoning tongue, and the sweetly paining teeth, and the fabulous siphoning that was tugging at her cunt.
Her breath hissing loudly, she fucked his adorable face with humping, grinding movements that smeared her oils over his cheeks and nose and chin, trying to sandpaper his skin with the wet hairs. He made her come swiftly, and It was as if a bomb went off within the churning depths of her flexing snatch. Jolt after jolt of hot, wet lightning flamed through her, and Elizabeth keened wordless sounds of rapture.
She was still whipping her groin back and forth when the boy took his loving mouth from her steaming mound to kiss up her trembling body, but by the time he – had fastened his lips to one of her rigid nipples, Timothy's swollen cockhead was urgently thrusting at her labia. The smeared, inflamed lips spread themselves to allow him entrance, and his flanged, spongy knob slid deliciously up into the silken clenching of her lathered vagina.
Elizabeth lifted her crotch to meet his stroking, rolling joyously upon his surging pole as she bucked her stimulated clit against the distended stem of his meat. Timothy gyrated his pelvis, making his plunging bulb probe the farthest reaches of her searing hole. She rocked deliriously upon it, letting her wild body run free to make the most erotic, abandoned movements possible.
'Sweet, deep pussy,' The boy panted. 'Grownup pussy, all hairy and hot, chewing on my prick. Fuck me, lady – hick me hard and mean!'
Timothy shuddered, his fingers clawing into her thighs, and his cockhead lunged spasming against her tilted cervix. Ballooning, it hosed her womb with violently bubbling liquid, the kid's entire shaft jerking and twisting. His sizzling jelly packed her cavity, salving the vaginal walls and gathering to puddle around the deeply embedded base of his ironhard prick.
She didn't mind that she hadn't been given time to come again; It was almost as good to receive his youthful semen, to luxuriate in the slippery adoration of his male vitality.
Suddenly he was gone from her, his solid cock torn from the gripping of her invigorated pussy, and Elizabeth's
