was. The brown fur spread all across his wide chest and down his relatively flat belly into his trunks; there was more curling hair along his inner thighs and thick along his calves. She had to admit that he had kept himself in good shape, and scanned him with a quickened interest. He really was good – looking, and maybe he could be sensuous. If they were all lucky, maybe they would soon find out.
Charlene swam over to him and tugged at his legs while he grinned down at her and allowed the girl to pull him into the water. First move, Elizabeth thought, seeing how Charlene clung to him and the way she was using her legs. Elizabeth slid into the pool and lolled there until the boys splashed around her. They squealed and played crazy games, and under the – water, Jody would press against her ass, while Timothy caressed her hidden pussy or cupped one full breast.
Across the pool, Charlene lifted herself out of the water, and sat posed like a piquant fairy upon the tile, one slender leg bent, leaning back upon her braced hands so that her small tits were starkly outlined by the wet clinging of her teeshirt. Elizabeth could see the erect little nipples standing out pertly, and the definite shaping of Charlene's saucy mound through the soaked panties.
Sherman was fascinated; he made an obvious effort to stop staring at the girl, but his eyes kept drifting back to her, and Charlene changed position to give him a better look, letting him see the shading of her plastered-down pubic hair.
Elizabeth could see the rise and fall of her husband's thatched chest, and knew that he was feeling the sensual heat that radiated from the girl's delectable young flesh, that he was mesmerized by the pure and demanding sexuality that flowed from her pores, She also knew that Sherman was wishing the rest of them would just disappear, but that wasn't possible.
She got out of the water and poured drinks, handing a glass down to him as Charlene lay back to soak up some sun. He tore his eyes from the reclining figure and sighed as he tossed off the strong martini Elizabeth poured him another. He gave up trying to see the entrance of the girl's beckoning pussy and sat on the tiles to finish his second drink.
'Here's to our entire new family,' Elizabeth toasted, taking a swallow.
'Yes,' Sherman agreed, his eyes straying again, and she thought he was trying to conceal a hand-on, by crossing his legs. Was his throttled prick even larger than she had remembered? Elizabeth couldn't tell, but she did feel sorry for him now, and hoped that they could hurry through this charade, so he could have what he so urgently required.
The boys were smart, keeping out of things, yelling and ducking each other, acting like any healthy, Innocent kids their age. Elizabeth silently thanked them for their play acting, and poured more drinks. She was already feeling what she'd downed, and poured one drink into the pool while her husband had his head turned. His face was flushed now, and he kept licking at his lips, a, sure sign that the alcohol was coursing strongly through his body.
Charlene chose that particular moment, timing it perfectly, to stand up and stretch, moving her arms high above her head and bending backward at the waist. The movement threw all her supple hills and lean curves into bold proportion, snapping Sherman's eyes around to her like overstrained rubber bands. Elizabeth saw her husband take a deep breath and hold it. When he at last let it go, she refilled his glass.
Then she said, 'I'm really not used to the sun, and it's given me a headache. I think I'll go lie down.'
'Yeah,' he muttered. 'Sorry, dear.' He didn't stop looking at the girl.
With a motion of her head, Elizabeth signaled to the boys to leave the pool, and, tacitly, they obeyed, trotting into the cabana to dry off. They didn't have erections, she noticed, but thought that Sherman wouldn't have assimilated the fact if they had: he was too wrapped up in the alluring compulsion of the tender body exposed for his Inspection. Charlene might as well have been stark naked, for all the covering the wet clothing gave her.
The martini pitcher was almost empty as Elizabeth carried it back into the house. When she put it on the table, the boys came skipping in, their hair still damp and their eyes dancing.
Jody said quickly, 'We told him we were going to the drugstore for some candy bars and things, maybe to look over some comic books, so he'd figure we'd be gone a long time. Long enough for him to get into Charlene's young cunt, anyway. He really looks turned on.'
'He could pole vault clear over the pool,' Timothy chuckled.
And Jody said again, 'Our rooms look out over the pool. Are you coming up there to watch it with us, Betsy?'
The alcohol was buzzing in her head, and she grinned lopsidedly. 'Wouldn't miss it, but I need a few seconds to peel out of this wet suit.'
'Come on in naked,' Timothy suggested. 'It'll be more fun that way.'
Elizabeth hurried into her bath and climbed out of the suit. The dampness of her skin felt exciting, and there were little prickles along its surface. She shook her hair free of the rubber cap and patted herself with a towel before going quickly down the hallway and into Jody's room.
The kids were shrewd; they had the drapes drawn, so that in case Sherman looked up and checked, he wouldn't see anything suspicious. Feeling like a conspirator, Elizabeth edged her nude body between their equally naked ones and peeped through the curtains, looking down at the pool area.
There below, Charlene Goodall was doing a slow strip, peeling out of the wet teeshirt with graceful, tantalizing motions, and, when the girl dropped the garment, the sun gleamed from the beguiling mounds of her budding breasts, from the coral tips so erect and appealing. Elizabeth saw her husband sitting transfixed, his fingers digging into his hairy, muscled thighs as he watched.
Charlene stood proudly, – a slim and vivid picture of young and sensual beauty, her thin legs apart and her hips thrust forward aggressively. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic tops of her panties, and stared into Sherman's eyes as she pulled them down.
Lifting one smooth leg at a time, the girl removed her panties and discarded them. Straightening, she posed arrogantly, running her hands suggestively over her thighs, her narrow hips, sliding them over her belly and playing the fingertips into the downy scattering of her dark red pubic hair.
Charlene wet her mouth with the tip of a darting pink tongue, and Elizabeth could hear the husky tone of the girl's voice as she said, 'Well, Mr. Anderson? Do you like me? Do you dig my body?'
He gulped 'L – look, kid – you'd better get some clothes on, before my wife – '
'She's napping,' Charlene purred, 'and the boys are gone out. That just leaves you and me, mister – you and me. I could see that you've been trying to hide that hard – on for half art hour now. So you must like me. The question is, are you going to do anything about it?'
Sherman said jerkily, 'You – you're just a child, and I – somebody might see us – you – '
The girl swayed toward him, sliding her thighs together and rolling her hips enticingly, a lovely little nymph intent upon her prey. Upstairs at the window, Elizabeth and the boys gazed raptly down at the unfolding scene as Charlene edged closer to the sitting man. Now her glistening mound caught the sunlight, reflected from the symmetrically curled hairs, and she was holding it only inches from Sherman's face.
'I'll bet your prick is so hard that it's hurting,' she murmured. 'Are you going to go hide somewhere and jack off, or are you going to put that big cock into this hot little pussy of mine?'
The sound he made then was partly strangled and partly a sob. Sherman's heavy arms flashed up and encircled the girl's body as he buried his face against the silken skin of her flat belly. Charlene cupped his head with her small hands and rocked her body back and forth in the oldest and most feminine of rhythms. She leaned against him, and Sherman splayed his fingers over the delectable sculpture of her trim ass.
For a tense moment, Elizabeth thought that her husband was going to feast upon the girl's intriguing cant, that in a single, shattering second, he had thrown away all his reservations and turned himself into a hungrily dominant male. But it didn't happen then, as Charlene sank upon him, forcing him to lie back upon the wet tiles, her lithe body wriggling over the man as her quick, deft hands worked at his swim trunks.
They were still around one leg, hanging down at his left ankle when his released cock sprang upward like an uncoiling spring, but bigger, thicker, heavier. Elizabeth pulled in a sharp breath as she got her first clear look at her husband's engorged prick. It was beautiful, she saw, the swollen veins a darker network around the stiff shaft, the head dark and polished. Maybe it was bigger than Timothy's young pole; she couldn't tell.
'Far out,' Charlene hissed, kneeling spread – legged over his supine body and handling Sherman's distended prick, running her agile fingers over its length and heft, fanning them across the straining cockhead. 'Big and hard, man – I'll have to take my time, getting all this meat up into my little snatch.'
