Wide and hairy, with that stiff club standing tall, Sherman said nothing, but his eyes were fixed upon the conning nest between the girl's slender thighs. They all watched intently as Charlene gently lowered her dainty crotch upon the bulging glans, and rolled her ass to settle the tip into the tiny labia. They could hear the man gasp as he felt the fiery softness of that mini – pussy, and they saw the girl squirm upon the knob, forcing it to contract, making her labia expand to take it in.
Charlene brought more weight to bear, shifting her sleek hips and biting her lips as the swollen bulb began to slowly pierce her narrow opening. The tip vanished, and with an agile twist the girl sucked the rest of the cockhead inside her pouting little cunt.
'Ahhh' she hissed. 'Oh yeah, man – that's much better; that's so good, so terrific – oh, oh! I can feel that solid meat sliding on up and up – and up – oh wow – it's packing my vagina, baby, filling my pussy with nice, hard cock.'
And it was really happening, Elizabeth saw with wide eyes; her husband's swollen shaft was slipping out of sight within that dainty vagina, until Charlene's exquisitely shaped ass came down to rest against the furry sac of his balls. Panting, the girl bent her body forward to lessen the pressure of Sherman's dilated cockhead against her cervix, for it had certainly touched bottom. Now she was rotating that lovely ass, swinging it in short circles that ground her tight pussy all over the man's embedded pole.
'Now we're fucking,' Charlene gasped. 'So much meat – fucking and fucking – '
Sherman clung to the cheeks of the delicate ass, hiking his pelvis just a little, and was very gentle with the motions, as if he was afraid he might rip the fragile lining of the child's superb pussy. But Charlene wasn't as careful or possibly she was in much better control, for she began to surge greedily, twisting her crotch and humping along the big prick sliding greasily within the clenching of her volatile snatch. She was pumping hard then, plowing the man's club back and forth into her flaming body, raking his stem into the intensely vibrant nubbin of her clitoris.
Sherman couldn't take that much longer, Elizabeth thought, and became conscious of hands upon the cheeks of her own ass, of eager fingers playing hopscotch over her buttocks and down into the cleft. But like her, the boys were concentrating upon the screwing below, as they watched their younger sister avidly riding the prick of their foster father.
Elizabeth was right; her husband's legs jerked and he suddenly rammed his cock home to the hilt inside that surging, wringing cunt. Sherman's balls climbed upward and contracted; he moaned hoarsely and cupped the girl's churning ass as he came.
'Hot and juicy!' Charlene cried out. 'Rich and creamy – shooting all through my pussy – uh – uh – uh – keep fucking, man – keep right on pouring that dripping prick to me, because I'm going to come too!'
The girl's legs stiffened out and she clawed at his hairy chest, biting at the base of his corded throat. Elizabeth's hands found a pair of hard cocks, and she wrapped her fingers tightly about them, realizing that her husband was pumping his bubbling semen into Charlene's rioting pussy, and that the girl was also straining in a magnificent climax.
The two figures below stopped moving, clamped together in a frantic stasis, joined by the oils of Charlene's cunt and the thicker juices pumped up from Sherman's testicles. Briefly, crazily, Elizabeth wondered if her husband's mistress had ever given him a better piece of ass. But she wasn't jealous of him now, not even of the time and loving he gave to that other woman. Elizabeth had been taught to go beyond jealousy, thus discovering where true and honest passion waited.
She drifted back from the window, feeling almost like an intruder, holding to the pair of stiffened boyish cocks and bring the kids with her. 'Let's leave them alone,' she whispered. 'Sherman will come to himself in a minute or two, and be shocked at what he's done; he'll also want to get out of sight before he's seen by anyone.'
They came with her to Jody's bed, and she sank upon it, fondling their shafts as they stood before her. Jody laid then, 'Yeah, I guess he'll be kind of shook up, but he ought to get over that idea pretty soon. I mean, Charlene won't let him be now; she was really digging that big cock Inside her, and she acts like she's hooked on it. How are you going to tell him that you know about him screwing her?'
Elizabeth shook her head. 'I don't know yet, but he's taken the first step toward really joining the rest of us, and my husband won't be able to back out now.'
'I figure he'll hit the bar,' Timothy said. 'And that'll give us time for fucking.'
She lay back on the bed and spread her lush thighs. 'Tm ready, you lovely, horny boys. Come on and put it to me, one at a time or both together.'
Chapter 9
Elizabeth was at the point where she just didn't give a damn if her husband walked in and caught her screwing. If fact, she thought, it might be a good idea – that it would solve any remaining problem about telling him what had been going on. But she didn't think he would come into the boys' room, not just after putting his hungry meat to their sister's young pussy, and Sherman certainly wouldn't go into her bedroom; he would be feeling too guilty for that. He'd probably head straight for the bar and numb his conscience.
And little Charlene would no doubt help him forget he even possessed a conscience. But Sherman would be extremely nervous, wondering if his wife might walk in on him at any time, and catch him literally with his pants down. If he only knew, she thought, and lay back on the bed to give herself up to the sensual pleasures of being caressed by two sets of deft and loving hands.
One of the boys was fondling her thighs and prying delicately into her dampened labia, while the other cupped her breasts and toyed with the erect nipples. Her belly was kissed, and her tits; sliding and nibbling and feeling, the hands and seeking mouths were all over her body – hips, thighs, nipples – and under her arms. Elizabeth's skin was taut, and her pelvis rocked gently in time with the erotic rhythm deep within her volatile body. She wondered if any woman had ever been so lucky, if any once – lonely wife her age had ever been so adored by lovers this young and eager. Only some empress, she thought, some debauched queen who could order her slaves to perform.
But these loving children were not slaves; they wanted her, needed Elizabeth as much as she desired them, and she reveled in the intensity of their emotions as she did in her own voluptuous feelings. Wriggling one at each side of her body, their heads were at her chest now, and she stroked the fine hair, then suddenly arched her back and gasped as she felt two hot mouths suctioning upon her nipples, two hands lifting the mounds, two others fondling into the spread vee of her hairy crotch.
Everything was doubled for her, the pair of stiff pricks that were nudging her hips, the hands, the pressure of bodies, the avidly licking tongues. Each sensation was multiplied twofold, and violent reactions fanned searingly through her flesh, pricking her skin and making her squirm in blind reflex.
She felt fingers delving tenderly into her warmed pussy, moving at different depths and timings, so she knew that both the boys were reaching into her vagina and teasing her ready clitoris. They worked steadily upon her breasts, too, drawing much of the rich globes into their mouths, ringing the sensitive flesh with their teeth, those agile tongues constantly lapping and tantalizing.
It could be done to and for the boys, she realized; she and Charlene could get one of those beautiful kids between them, and love either Jody or Timothy. They could love them in turn, fucking and mouthing them, bringing each boy to the quivering heights of rapture. Her hips ticktocking now and her belly rippling, Elizabeth decided the issue for Charlene and herself, knowing it would be a fabulous time for all.
And Sherman? The idea ricocheted through her head, bright and hot, and Elizabeth pictured her husband pinned between the girl and herself, writhing and moaning in a tortured kind of delight, his big cock pulsing and shaking. Why not, she thought; once they got him to accept this new and thrilling way of life, Sherman would just have to join in all the sensual games and become part of them.
Someone's hands were tugging her over onto one side, and Elizabeth turned obediently, conscious that the boys were changing positions, moving about in some pattern of their own. Whatever they had in mind for her, the results were going to be delightful; she knew that already, and easily resisted any warning click of her programmed tape. The computer itself was weak, and would soon be gone from her life, she thought.
But the cheeks of her ass quivered when she felt fingers touching into the furry cleft from behind, fingers that
