eyelids fluttered in disappointment, but not for long. Jody immediately took his younger brother's place between her thighs, setting his rubbery glans against her dripping labia, then burying the length of his prick into her vagina with almost the same motion.
New passions stirred within her, and she squirmed sinuously upon the working staff, meeting her lover stroke for stroke, slowly bringing her long legs up to lock them possessively about his sleek body. Yes, she thought, she would always be able to tell the difference between Jody's fucking and that of any other man. Even though Timothy delighted her, there was still something unique about the way Jody screwed, a special, corkscrewing plunge of hard meat, a certain thrilling wiggle of his ass.
His mouth found hers, and their tongues intertwined thirstily, lapping and caressing. Jody's gentle but fulfilling thrusting turned into something primitive, a solid sledging of his pelvis into hers, a hammering of his youthful crotch that axed his hard knob far up into her eagerly scissoring pussy. Elizabeth fucked him back the same way, savagely, brutally, jacking her cunt furiously around his drilling cock, her teeth raking Jody's, her fierce inhalations sucking his hot breath down into her lungs.
Straining, writhing, she damped him between her thighs and banged away at his lunging shaft until she came, and as Elizabeth reached the magic crest, she felt the spraying of her lover's semen. And in the background, she could hear the sound of applause as the girl on the couch clapped her hands.
Chapter 7
They finally separated just in time for everyone to clean up before dinner, and Elizabeth hurried through her bath in order to get things together in the kitchen. She was halfway through preparing the meal when Charlene came down to help, and, between them, they managed to get a reasonably creditable dinner upon the table before Elizabeth's husband got home.
She was wobbly in the knees and a teeny bit tires from the almost continuous fucking she'd had throughout the day, and so many blistering orgasms had sapped some of her strength. Masking her unease, she performed the expected ritual at the door when Sherman arrived, holding up her cheek for his cool peck, and taking his hat and briefcase.
In the foyer, he said, 'Did It really go all right with the kids? They make me feel a little uncomfortable in my own house, you know. It wouldn't have been nearly so upsetting with just one, but to take them all in – '
'They're a family,' Elizabeth hissed warningly, 'and now I'm one of them. I simply won't have us split up, Sherman.'
He shrugged and slipped out of his jacket. 'Oh come on; you can't have gotten that close to them already. You always dramatize things, my dear.'
'I'm close,' she said. 'I'm very close to them.' She wished she could tell her husband just how close; Sherman would have a stroke if she did, if she just came right out and said, look here, you big stuffed shirt – I'm flicking both these horny boys, and they're both going down on me; I'm also eating their luscious young pricks, Sherman – and what the hell do you think of them apples?
Turning away from him, Elizabeth chewed her lips to keep from being overcome by hysterical giggles and preceded her husband into the dining room, where the children (children!) waited. She saw right away that he didn't even have their names straight yet, that he was covering the lack with that phony bluff heartiness which made him a success in business.
The boys greeted him politely, all scrubbed and wearing their most innocent faces, and Elizabeth noticed that the girl had picked a seat next to him at the table. She worried a little about that, and hoped that Charlene wouldn't do anything to startle Sherman. The girl's aura of sexuality was very noticeable, and the way she was hanging onto every word he uttered should have been obvious to the man, but Sherman seemed to bask in the attention.
Passing dishes around, Elizabeth realized that Charlene had a basic, unabashed femaleness she must have been born with. Her skin was radiant, and her eyes soft; there was a subtle hint of sexuality around the rosebud mouth, and every small movement of the slim body was a study in artistry. Sherman was impressed, and spent most of the meal talking with the girl.
Catching Elizabeth's eye, Jody winked, and she saw Timothy grinning down into his plate. They knew what their sister was doing, that she was spreading the silken net for this unwary man, scenting the trap with promise and baiting it with her youth. It might just work out, Elizabeth thought; Sherman might actually be male enough to succumb to the girl's wiles – if he could shake free of his uptight morality.
By the time they had finished dessert, Sherman was expansive, telling corny little jokes, and Elizabeth found herself listening, even smiling. She wished that her husband could be like this more often, and she began to understand something of what Charlene saw in him. Sherman could be attractive; he was big and strong looking, tall, and with a wide, muscular chest He had good shoulders and even features, and was now flashing a quick, bright smile.
But she knew him differently, as the shamed man sneaking quick and uncaring sex in the dark, rabbit fast and rabbit scared. Elizabeth wondered about the girl he keeping, if she was young and lovely, if she merely up with Sherman's fucking because he was paying the bills, or if she really cared for him and enjoyed the screwing. Elizabeth felt a quick twinge of something, certainly not jealousy, as she thought he might have improved his technique, and she admitted reluctantly that her own previous frigidity might have had something to do with both of their joyless sex lives.
'Well,' he said, pushing back his coffee cup. 'I guess were going to be a happy family. Since tomorrow is Sunday and I'm not going in to work, maybe we can find something fun to do together. Then we'll have to see about getting all of you Into school.'
The boys said something about being kind of draggy, and went upstairs to bed, but Charlene lingered, to help with the cleanup. Elizabeth saw her husband's eyes stroking the girl's narrow hips and very slim legs, saw his glance feeling over the small, high breasts. He even came in to help with the dishes, not wanting Charlene to vanish, too. The girl was cool about it, teasing and sending out those deliberately sensuous signals, but not doing anything overt. She played shy at moments, but she also brushed her hip accidentally against Sherman's thigh, or touched his bare forearm with her bra – less breast when she leaned across him to put a dish away.
Sherman was sweating, Elizabeth saw, his face red under the tan, and she thought she could make out a suspicious bulge in the front of his pants, but she wasn't certain about that part. But she could see that he was obviously disappointed when Charlene said goodnight and tripped off to bed, her beguiling little ass swaying voluptuously.
'She's quite a kid,' he said when the girl was gone.
'So are the boys,' Elizabeth answered. 'Do you want a drink or anything?'
'I guess not. It's been a long day at the office, and I guess I'll turn in early, too. Say – I'm glad it's working out. With the kids, I mean.'
'Yes,' she said, 'it's working out quite well.' She lay in bed with a book, but not able to concentrate, often reading the same paragraph over and over. The sheets were cool and clean against her bare skin, for Elizabeth had decided to sleep in the nude. Yet she was restless, fretting about the involvement of her husband in this new and revitalizing life she had discovered. Worrying over the possible consequences of Sherman being horrified, and striking out blindly In hurt and embarrassment. He could ruin everything, if he didn't cooperate,.if he refused to understand and accept a complete honesty.
Turning off the bed lamp, she tossed restlessly and wished she had taken a drink or two to help her sleep. She was still wide awake when her bedroom door opened quietly, then closed again. Sitting up and clutching the sheet to her breasts, she whispered, 'Sherman?'
The figure flitted through darkness and she thought it was Jody, or more likely the impetuous Timothy, taking a chance to be with her. The bed sagged a bit under slight weight, and a small hand felt out in the blackness to find her cheek.
'No,' Charlene murmured, 'it's me.'
The girl slid beneath the sheet, and Elizabeth felt a tingle against her thigh as warm skin brushed there. Charlene was also naked. 'Charlene – what – '
