then softened. She wanted to hold the girl, caress her in turn, but the angle of their bodies was all wrong for that, and, helplessly, she surrendered to the loving licks of Charlene's active tongue.
The girl went directly to the most sensitive point, burrowing her avid tongue into the clitoral hood and bringing the little nubbin out of hiding right away. Sucking upon the pussy lips, she drew them into her teeth, rolling them so that the clit was exposed to the lively ministrations of her drilling tongue. Hot jolts shot through Elizabeth's vagina, and she could feel the strange flexing of her asshole.
Blindly, her arms reached out on either side of her writhing body, and one of them fell across Charlene's knees. Tightening it, she brought the girl's legs closer, until she could kiss the silken kneecaps.
Charlene wiggled nearer, and before Elizabeth fully realized what was happening, the girl had lifted one thigh over her head, bringing it gently down against her cheek. She could scent the musky perfume of Charlene's pussy then, and feel the silken skin of the slender thighs. She moved between them, her fingers playing over the sleekly shaped ass cheeks.
The girl was plunging her tongue deeply into Elizabeth's raging pussy then, eating and chewing and making the clit leap violently. Elizabeth pushed out her tongue and touched it to the downy, thrilling hairs of Charlene's cunt, and after that, there was no more hesitation, only an eager, hungry burrowing that had her covering the entire hotly pulsating mound with her mouth.
It tasted of wildfire and liquid promises; it was flavored with secret oils and spiced by enchanted ointments. Elizabeth licked over the throbbing pussy lips, and shoved her inexperienced tongue slickly between them. Probing the tiny vagina, she learned the wet feel of the intimate linings, and when she sucked the lips into her own, she discovered the delicious seepage.
Swallowing greedily, Elizabeth began to lap avidly, finding the miniature clitoris and adoring it hotly, ravenously. Charlene churned her crotch and rolled her pelvis; the small, slender ass pivoted in Elizabeth's hands. She was dimly aware that she was making the same sinuous movements, that she was feeding her flaming snatch into the girl's mouth, even as she ate blissfully.
Elizabeth groaned as she came, her thighs convulsing and her vagina seething as the clit volcanoed rivulets of searing lava. She groaned again as she felt the dynamic churning of Charlene's pelvis and the spasmed fluctuations so deep within her pussy. They had matched their orgasms, and the mutual ecstasy was a thing of bright beauty. Melting, savoring the sugared flow of vaginal juices Into her mouth, Elizabeth clung to her newest love, her heart making a special thunder to match the pulses racing in her wrists and throat.
She didn't want to take her mouth away, and Charlene didn't try to move, either. After awhile, their tongues seemed to move of their own volition, softly and adoringly, exploring the sweet cavities and finding spots they had not searched before. Only one woman could know another woman's tenderest places, Elizabeth thought, and squirmed delightedly as she gave in turn every thrilling emotion she was receiving. Yet they did not make love the same way; each had her own technique, using a m6uth differently here, twisting a tongue separately there, and their surgings were Individual responses keyed to their own stimulation.
It was a long, slow and loving process this time, a tender drawn – out teasing that only gradually become a special torture. Then they moved their crotches quicker, even though they tried to prolong their lovemaking, to keep it going forever and ever. But every ganglion of their intertwined bodies was aroused, tormented beyond endurance, and they could not resist the nova that scattered dripping stars through their flexing cunts. They came and came again, wriggling and gasping, wheeling their asses and pumping their bellies until the white hot fury died.
Elizabeth found herself drifting into sleep, her face still clasped gently by the slender thighs of the girl, and with Charlene's breath yet stirring against her slowly drying mound. She thought hazily of her passionate new family, and included her husband.
Chapter 8
Breakfast was behind them, and Elizabeth could see that her husband was suffering the effects of Charlene's subtle campaign. He couldn't keep his eyes off the girl, and kept finding excuses to touch her, but carefully and very casually, as if by accident. Elizabeth hid her smiles, but found it difficult to disguise her mounting excitement. It would be so much better, so much simpler, if Sherman would break down and lower his defenses to admit that he desired the girl, that he craved the chance to hick her.
She realized that his inward struggle must be more difficult than anything she had gone through, for she had really been given no choice she had been raped, and Sherman would never dare try that on the girl, no matter how hungry and hard his prick became. It was weird, thinking that way, picturing her husband's cock growing stiff and long, with its head swelling and that luscious droplet of clear fluid gathering upon its tip.
Always, during the long years of their loveless marriage, Elizabeth had been repelled by his prick, never looking directly at the thing, only feeling its brutal assaults and the soiling of its discharge. She had been so damned wrong, right from the beginning; they both had. Luckily, she had been rescued, and there was still hope for Sherman, since he had at least found a mistress to keep him reasonably happy.
How long had it been since he had come creeping into her bed? Several months, anyway, and she had been glad, although a little put out, to discover that Sherman was keeping a woman on the side. That way, she didn't have to put up with his pawings and juvenile fumblings. Now, she wasn't all that sure she wanted to lose her husband to another woman, and admitted that it could very well happen, if he ever got up the nerve to leave her and file for divorce. What would happen with the kids, then? Would she be allowed to keep them, in a manless home?
Damn, Elizabeth said to herself; Sherman just had to become involved in their little orgy, even if he must somehow be forced Into screwing Charlene, and she considered the possibility of a man's being raped. Difficult, she thought, but not entirely impossible, especially if he was filled with good liquor.
She heard him say, as she approached the living room, 'Well, kids – is there something you want to do today? Catch a movie, visit the zoo, what?'
Charlene answered softly, 'I think we'd like to take a swim in your pool, Mr. Anderson. We've never been in a private one before. But we don't have any suits.'
It was the perfect cue for Elizabeth, and she said quickly, 'Oh, I think it will be perfectly all right if the boys wear their shorts and you can use your undies, Charlene. Tomorrow, we'll buy swim suits for everybody. I'd like a dip myself, and how about you, Sherman?'
Her husband's eyebrows crawled up as he shot her a puzzled glance. 'I – okay, I guess, if it's okay with you, Elizabeth. I mean, you re usually so – but fine, fine; why not? I'll go get into my trunks.'
'I'll bring the towels,' she said, and when he hurried off, winked at the kids. 'Poor Sherman; I've confused him.'
Laughing, Charlene said, 'I know; he never thought you'd go for anybody swimming almost naked. But I don't have a bra, and yours sure won't fit me.'
'Wear your teeshirt,' Elizabeth suggested. 'He'll be able to see right through it when it's wet, just like your panties. And before I get the towels, I'm going to mix a big pitcher of martinis, double strong. You kids whip on out to the pool and jump In.'
'Great,' Jody said, ''and I guess we leave them alone there, after awhile, when he's smashed?'
'I can't think of anything better,' Elizabeth nodded, and sped to the bar to pour gin and vermouth; she was heavy-handed with the gin bottle. Smiling, knowing small, sharp darts of anticipation, she realized that she was looking forward to the coming seduction for more reasons than simply the one for keeping the children with her. She wanted to see Charlene take on her husband, wanted to watch Sherman's hardened cock work its way into the tiny, soft lips of the girl's exquisite pussy. Then she would be sure that he was still a man, and perhaps more of a man than he had ever been, at least with his own wife.
Scooping towels from the linen closet, she balanced the pitcher of martinis atop them, and carried it all out to poolside and.a table there. Her own swim suit hung rarely used in the cabana, and she went in to change, waving at the kids already splashing happily in the water. The one-piece suit didn't make her look good at all, and she smoothed ineffectually at its shapelessness before giving up. Tomorrow, a bikini, she promised herself.
Sherman was dangling his legs in the water as she came out, and she had forgotten how hairy her husband
