face with her hands and smiled warmly at him. 'You can watch how; – you can join in. Oh Sherman, there's so much, so many ways, so many things for us to do now – and all of it wonderful!'
Chapter 11
He was asleep, and Elizabeth looked fondly at her husband as he lay beside her. The poor guy was temporarily screwed out, she thought; Sherman had been though a lot, in the past few hours, enough to shake up any man his age. He had been seduced by a tiny, volatile girl so sensuous she had to be seen in action to be believed, and not once, but twice running. Then he had been laid by his own wife, the first real screwing she had ever given him. Naturally, he was tired and drained, but if her own reactions were any criteria, Sherman would soon be at it again, turned on tremendously by the newness, by the variety, and the sharing.
She would have more for him before long, after he was rested. Lightly touching his limp prick, she thought how he would respond when she went down on him and used her mouth so cunningly, so deftly, upon his meat She'd never done it for him before, and she wondered if his mistress did, and if her husband snuggled his face hotly between some other woman's sleek legs to taste her pussy.
Drawing back her hand before she yielded to temptation and started to play with his cock, Elizabeth climbed carefully from the bed, her thighs still tingling from the satisfying fucking she had gotten, from experiencing Sherman's prick without pain or shame. It was so damned different, screwing for pure pleasure instead of steeling herself to do her marital duty, and no more. What a dummy she had been, to waste so many good years, when both of them could have been really balling. If it hadn't been for the catalyst of the kids, she and her husband would still be at each other's throats, and not at the crotches.
Running her hands over her flushed body, she pirouetted before the mirror, very happy that she could be so sexy, that she could make men desire her. Elizabeth thought that somehow she looked years younger, that her skin had acquired a subtle radiance, that her flesh appeared more firm. Moving easily and gracefully, she left Sherman sleeping and walked from the room, wearing nothing at all.
Downstairs, she strode out upon the patio and paused to see young Charlene toasting her skin in the sun; the girl was naked, too, as were the two boys still drifting in the clear blue water. They had expected her to make good, Elizabeth thought, to come through without trouble upstairs. Jody saw her first and waved; Timothy looked up and grinned widely at her.
She went to the pool and slipped in, enjoying the coolness of the water, holding out her hands to the boys swimming toward her, greeting her other lovers with her fingertips. Jody eeled up and kissed her wetly upon the mouth, sliding his slippery body over the globes of her breasts, then floating aside to make room for his brother.
Timothy was more direct, kissing her hard and rubbing his soft cock into the hairs of her mound. 'How'd it go? Did you fuck him good, Betsy?'
She nodded and cupped the cheeks of his shin ass. 'You bet I did, and it surprised the hell out of him.'
At her shoulder now, Jody said, 'Did you tell him about us?'
Turning her head, she kissed him again, her feet upon the bottom of the pool and her body swaying with the motion of the water and her own weightlessness. 'That, too. He stopped screwing in mid – stroke, it surprised him so much.'
Elizabeth heard a splash and saw Charlene paddling to them. When the girl was near, Elizabeth said, 'Sherman tried to deny fucking you, Charlene, and when I told him we'd all seen it, he just sort of collapsed – on top of me; I saw to that, with my legs open. We had a fine, gratifying screw. He's sleeping it off now.'
'Wow,' Charlene sighed. 'I wanted to sneak up there and watch it, but they talked me out of that. Do you think he'll swing with all of us, next?'
Kissing the girl's cheek, Elizabeth said, 'Step by step, I imagine. The guy has had a couple of severe shocks, and we don't want him to lose his ability to raise a hard, do we?'
'No way,' Charlene giggled. 'Your old man really has a big groovy prick I can hardly wait to ride it again; he really fills up my little pussy. Have you gone down on him?'
'Not yet,' Elizabeth answered, conscious of Jody's prick going stiff under water and sliding up and down the cheek of her ass, feeling the younger boy's already hard cock nudging up between her floating breasts, as Timothy placed one knee upon each side of her rib cage. Why not, she thought, but it would be too difficult in the water, no matter how sensuous that made her feel. It would be better where there was more solidity, and room for them to move around without drowning each other.
'Okay,' she said, 'everybody out of the pool and grab towels. While my husband has his well – earned rest, we can have some fun in the living room. Besides, someone might see us out here.'
Gleefully, they piled out of the water, dripping and laughing and goosing each other, to scamper playfully to the cabana and wrestle for towels. Elizabeth was as childish as the others, feeling loose and free and hugely enjoying herself. But she was first out of the pool house, towel draped around her hips as a minor concession to any peering neighbor, and ran lithely with her tits bouncing, back into the house.
She had no idea what they would do to and for each other, no set plans, for such plans wouldn't mean anything, once they started going off on sensuous tangents where anything might happen. Elizabeth didn't even feel the need for a drink, and spun away from the towel in the center of the room, skipping nude to the tape player to snap in an eight track, just for background.
Soon they circled her, gleamingly naked, their sleek bodies shining with health and eagerness. Jody's prick was upright, its pink head glowing, his balls filled with that precious fluid and distended. Timothy held his cock in one hand, caressing its thickness, fondling its length topped by the flanged bulb, which was a darker shade of pink than his brother's. And little Charlene postured seductively, her narrow pelvis thrust forward, the budding mounds of her immature breasts arrogantly erect, and again Elizabeth was drawn by the utter beauty of the girl's lightly mossed pussy, the dark red highlights reflected there, the soft lips peeping.
She couldn't resist its beckoning temptations, and moved to take Charlene in her arms, to snuggle the girl against her sensitive breasts, feeling the willowy body hot against her flesh, and throbbing. They sank gently to the carpet together, their hands moving, feeling, petting, and when they were down, their mouths met, tongues flicking against each other, their breaths mixing.
Elizabeth took the initiative, rolling halfway on top of the slim body and kissing Charlene's throat, then trailing her lips down over the fragile collarbone, to seek out the delicate globe of a nubile tit. Sucking the darling little nubbin into her lips, Elizabeth worried it with her tongue, reaching around the entire tiny heaping of tender, sweet flesh. Her hand had found its own path between Charlene's opened thighs, and cupped the feathery resilience there, fingering gently along the always hot, always damp lips.
Then Charlene's flat belly was rippling against her mouth, the svelte hips beginning a sensuous rolling as the girl's passions flamed deep within her small vagina. Elizabeth drew a warm, wet trail across Charlene's tummy, probing the tip into the tiny navel, then sliding it off to one side to feel the jeweled connection of slender thigh to narrow hip, teasing deeply into the tasty flesh as the girl moaned and arched her back in anticipation.
Both of them had forgotten the boys, and Elizabeth was panting as she suddenly buried her face urgently into the pulsing heat of Charlene's girlish pussy. She used her tongue as one of the boys might use his hard prick, feeding it back and forth into the silken cunt, reaching as far up the quivering hole as she could, then curling it back for another loving penetration.
Pulling upon the savory lips, lapping into the delicious foldings of Charlene's young cunt, Elizabeth caressed hips and slim ass and lean thighs, wanting to get her entire face into the appetizing little snatch, to somehow draw the slippery warmth around her head. Of course, she couldn't accomplish that, but she wanted to, and did the next best thing, sucking and adoring and working the delicate pussy into her mouth and across her teeth.
The tiny clit leaped against her corkscrewing tongue, and Elizabeth siphoned upon it with loving attention. It was hot and wonderful, juicy and succulent, and at first she didn't respond to the gentle touch of something that was exploring the hairy cleft between her uplifted buttocks.
Then she realized that one of the boys was probing his hard prick between her spread thighs, sliding the tempting pole back and forth along the humid lips of her mossy labia. She didn't know if it belonged to Jody or to Timothy, and it didn't matter; a stiff and hungry cock was what counted, so Elizabeth wriggled her ass to help the
