right, I do. Sherman baby – I'm going to crawl down there and ride your big prick now, while you find out what your wife's beautiful pussy tastes like.'
Sitting between his bent knees, Elizabeth watched his eyes spring open, but her husband didn't rebel at the idea; he simply drew a long breath and nodded. She moved around his supine body upon her knees, and his eyes clung to her polished ebony mound all the way.
When she was close to his head, she asked softly, 'Have you ever done this before, dear?'
'No,' he said hoarsely. 'I never really did; I only kissed a cunt a couple of times.'
'I like that,' she said. 'I like being the first one for you. Has your mistress ever sucked your cock, either?'
Her husband bit his lips, but he didn't try to cop out, 'N – no, she hasn't I guess it was because I never encouraged her any. But Elizabeth – '
'Shhh,' she said. 'It doesn't matter, darling. Here, I'll slide around where I can put one knee on each side of your head like this.'
Poised above her husband's upturned face, Elizabeth watched their foster daughter scurry down Sherman's body to take up the same position, only Charlene was balanced above a cockhead, and Elizabeth was set with her crotch over a nervous mouth.
Charlene reached down and took the man's sturdy pole In one small hand, fingering its heft, but her eyes were locked with Elizabeth's, establishing an intimate contact, reaching across the length of Sherman Anderson's body to share an understanding of each other's emotions, as they were about to share the ready male beneath their naked bodies.
Moving her own hands up and down the smooth roundness of her widespread thighs, Elizabeth began to lower her hairy crotch very slowly, dropping it inch by inch toward his uncertainly waiting mouth, her cunt lips throbbing and turning juicy with anticipation. This was the pussy he had always craved, but had been too ashamed to really take, or too afraid of his own failings, or too something. Now he could realize the full potentials of his wife's rich cunt, and perhaps learn his own potentials in the doing.
Elizabeth stared down into his face, into Sherman's inverted eyes, until the furry forest of her pulsating mound was lowered to his lips with a gentle firmness, cutting off her view of anything but his chin. She felt the shock of his warm mouth, as her humid labia spread to cover it, and the pressure of his nose. Her nails dug painfully into the tender flesh of her tensed thighs as Elizabeth settled back upon her haunches, her crotch locked upon her husband's face. Then she knew the tentative licking of his uncertain tongue, feeling the slippery penetration as he reached it up through her greasy cunt lips and into the torrid hole of her vagina.
Gasping, she rocked tenderly upon him, upon his teeth and chin, reveling in the probing of his tongue within the caressing membranes of her pussy, In this matchless closeness, this rare and lovely kind of adulation. Her eyes focused upon Charlene's gamin face, and saw the enjoyment spreading there. Glancing down, Elizabeth watched the girl twisting her dainty ass to get the swollen cockhead centered in the delicate entrance of her girlish mound.
Charlene was already blazing, Elizabeth knew, the tiny pussy already dripping with exotic oils to lubricate and ease the reaching of a stiff cock. But even so, the first entering was difficult, since Sherman's prick was so big, and the girl's cunt was so small. Working her slender crotch, pumping her pelvis in sexy gyrations, Charlene managed to get the bulb between her labia, forcing them to go elastic, and Elizabeth watched her husband's bulb slide up into the tight, hot clenching of the girl's vagina, seeing the dilated shaft follow easily, until Charlene was sitting down upon the roots of Sherman's buried cock and holding the length of it inside her sizzling, willowy body.
Wiggling her own pelvis, Elizabeth pumped tenderly back and forth upon Sherman's now eager mouth, thrilling at the exploration of his tongue, but realizing that she would soon have to give him instructions, because he had not yet discovered her clitoris. It was marvelous, seesawing there with his head clamped between her knees, with her crotch surging sand her belly rippling. For the first time in their married life, she felt she was truly blending with her husband, becoming a vital part of him as he was turning into an essential section of her being. And it was better, because he was being doubly thrilled, because his lovely prick was embedded in a tight young pussy while his tongue was coiling into another.
Chapter 13
Rolling her juicy cunt upon Sherman's mouth, Elizabeth said to him, 'Darling, that's so good, so wonderful – but use your tongue higher, feel up into my pussy, just inside the cunt lips. Ooohh! Yes, right about there. Can you feel a little growth down under the soft tissues? Ahh, yes, oh yes; there it is, darling. That's my clit – my clitoris – and just keep tickling it, suck on it, lover – pull it out of its hot nest and hold it gently between your teeth – ahh, ahh!'
Her cunt surged against him then, pulsing and shivering from one end of the soapy sheath to the other, and Elizabeth leaned forward so that she could place the palms of her hands flat against his fleecy chest, so she could buck more strongly into his pulling mouth. Fucking him in the mouth, she thought dazedly; she was actually screwing her husband in the mouth, rocking and turning upon his avidly lapping tongue1 grinding her hairy, steaming snatch and humping as if she was riding a pistoning cock, and the sensation was lascivious, wonderful, abandoned. She loved it, adored it.
Elizabeth felt a hand upon one of hers, the quick soft fingers stroking, arid blinked over to see Charlene's in – tent, piquant face very close. The girl was also leaning forward, her tender but well – trained young pussy churning around Sherman's stretched prick, the fragile – appearing ass rolling. Her fingers tightened upon Elizabeth's hand, and they were holding each other's fingers, feeling their breaths panting, feeling the swiftly growing rapture building within their squirming bodies.
Charlene's green eyes seemed to expand so that they filled the room, the world, and Elizabeth sank into them as their faces moved closer together. She felt a searing, all – encompassing kind of thrill as their lips met lightly and moved, questing. A vast shudder drew Elizabeth taut when her tongue touched the girl's, and some kind of in – comprehensible cry burst against Charlene's small, white teeth.
Wheeling and seesawing her crotch, with her rich ass humping and her thighs locked strongly about her husband's head, Elizabeth hammered her dripping pussy into his suctioning mouth. They were a joined circle, because the girl was bucking wantonly upon Sherman's stroking prick, holding to Elizabeth's hands and meeting the lancing of Elizabeth's slippery hot tongue.
Sherman was between them, part of the circle, flesh joined juicily to sliding flesh, mouth to mouth, mouth to pussy, prick to pussy, and they all went blind with the fury of their joined passions. Twisting and heaving, moaning and gasping, they rode the frenzy of an exploding climax, together – eternally together, one of them passing through the other, glued and welded and locked. The man's spurting of furious semen was the lifeblood, the magic fluid that sealed them.
Crying out into Elizabeth's mouth, Charlene's voice was sharp and disjointed: 'Oh! Oh, darling – Betsy – he's shooting his boiling come into my little pussy! Oohhh – it's so hot and slippery, and it just keeps squirting up in – side me; my cunt is trying to blot It all up, but there's too much semen – ooohh!'
Elizabeth was swaying in the grip of her own marvelous orgasm, rocking rhythmically upon her husband's mouth with her inner love juices flowing copiously, wondering if a triple climax was that much better. Each tremendously moving come was seemingly more terrific than the one that had gone before, each of them getting impossibly brighter and infinitely more fulfilling, sweeping all care and fear before its overwhelming magnificence. She thought that perhaps the ultimate one might dissolve her body and scatter bits of it to the far stars, but she wouldn't care.
Charlene's mouth moved away from hers, and the enchanted chain was temporarily broken, each of them becoming a separate link again. Sighing, Elizabeth opened her sleek thighs to give Sherman room to breathe, but his tongue was still moving within her dripping vagina, so she didn't lift herself completely from his face, not right away. Through passion – hazed eyes, she watched the girl hiking that neatly sculptured ass from the prick trapped within her young snatch, and saw Sherman's wet club as it snapped from the relaxed hold of the inflamed labia. A milky rivulet oozed down the reddened cockhead.
Then Elizabeth broke her connection with him, coming to her weakened knees and talking the soaked wealth of her furry mound from her husband's mouth. Sherman had thoroughly enjoyed eating her pussy; she knew that.
