Not once had he struggled, or recoiled, even when she was slamming her cunt into his teeth; he loved prodding his tongue into her shivering clit, loved the way she responded so passionately and fiercely.
Backing away from him, looking down to see his mouth and chin and cheeks glistening from the soft juices of her pussy, Elizabeth thought he had never appeared more handsome, or more desirable. She also realized that he was a very lucky man, to be so adored by two horny woman at the same time.
He was panting for breath, his eyes closed, and she lay down beside him, nestling her heavy breasts against his chest, bringing one leg across his thighs and feeling with her knee to touch his drained balls. Elizabeth was conscious of the girl moving, of Charlene sliding back up to the head of the bed, the adorable young body only turned more radiant by orgasm, the flawless skin glowing as the seldom banked inner fires showed through.
Dimly, drowsily, Elizabeth wondered what Charlene was up to, if the insatiable girl meant to continue the action somehow, and decided that Sherman wasn't really up to much more, for the moment. Feeling between his legs, she found the shrinking prick and fondled its softness.
But Charlene was eager for more thrills, and determined to carry through her next idea. Scooting around until she could lift Sherman's head laxly into her lap, she set herself there, stroking his hair with obvious affection. 'You can keep going, man,' she murmured to him. 'You're some terrific stud, but you just haven't known it until now. I saw the way you ate into your wife's pussy, and I need some of that loving for myself.'
Twisting her neck, Elizabeth said, 'Charlene – '
'You can help,' the girl said quickly. 'You'll dig it, too; both of you will. Look, Betsy, if you'll just raise your head and pillow it on my thigh, I can move like this, and – oh yeah; that's going to work out just fine. Sherman baby, can you smell how hot my little pussy is?'
'Ummm,' he answered, and Elizabeth thought she knew now what the marvelously debauched girl had in mind. Charlene meant for both of them to work upon her cunt with their tongues.
It was a thrilling idea, something that would bring them closer together and make the sharing more universal. Elizabeth's nose snugged down into the exquisite little mound, moving sideways across the tickle of the lightly feathered hair. To her husband, she said, 'Come on, dear – you know you want to, and since you've already gone down on your wife, why not try your lover's cunt, too?'
Adjusting himself, Sherman turned onto one side, and Charlene slid one of her legs across his neck, bent cunningly at the knee; the girl moved her other lean leg to drape it over Elizabeth's shoulder. The delectable, steaming cunt was open to them both, its flushed pink lips retaining a jeweled smearing of residual semen.
Succulent and enticing, the aroma of Charlene's junior pussy rose around their faces, a perfume heady and exciting that widened their nostrils. Elizabeth stared into her husband's eyes as the tips of their noses touched, and hers was the first tongue to glide out and pay homage to the delicate shapings of the downy labia.
Elizabeth knew the flavors and textures of that darling slit, and she discovered now how much she had missed the girl's entrancing pussy. She probed the cunt lips, licked hotly and teasingly over them, and shivered when her tongue met that of her husband. Sherman was also lapping into the humid mound, and their tongues caressed each other, even as they fondled Charlene's miniature vulva.
The girl was swinging her ass in slow, erotic circles, hunching her crotch up to them, one hand upon each of their heads. 'That's far out,' she breathed raggedly. 'Oh yes, that's fantastic, freaky – two groovy tongues loving my pussy, licking and tickling – oohh! I love you both so much – so much!'
Charlene's mound was growing wetter, steamier, waves of heat rising from its throbbing lips, and Elizabeth realized that her tongue was also bringing into her mouth the flavor of her husband's semen, deposited inside the girl's narrow vagina only minutes before. She wondered if Sherman knew that, too, and concentrated upon titillating Charlene's tiny clit, worrying the small nubbin into full and vibrant erectness.
Twisting in beside her beneath the clitoral hood, Sherman's tongue joined the celebration, reveling there at the fresh, live sweetness, fondling the silken membranes and teasing, teasing, while Charlene arched her slim back and made surging, frantic motions with her belly. Groping upward, Elizabeth's right hand found the trembling globe of the girl's small breast, and her left hand slid beneath the cheek of a squirming ass.
Her tongue blurred with her husband's, and sometimes their lips met as both of them greedily lapped at Charlene's surging mound, bedeviling her intensely excited clitoris, pushing and pulling it between them. The girl could not stand so much tantalizing adoration, and Elizabeth sensed the oncoming rush of the climax as Charlene's thighs grew taut and her calves quivered in smooth, rippling spasms. She knew that overpowering sensation well, that heated rapture that grew and grew until it had to shatter itself in the culmination of ecstasy.
'Ahhh!' Charlene cried out, her fingers clenching into their hair and her crotch gyrating wildly, passionately. 'Ahh – you're freaking me out – uh – uh – uh! I can't stand it any more, can't stand another crazy second of – coming – I'm COMING!!!'
Sharply, in a staccato rhythm, the girl hammered her feverish pussy into their mouths, their chins and cheeks, whipping her crotch from side to side as the fury boiled out from her crazed clitoris and went skyrocketing off through the rest of her cunt. When the shuddering was done, lessening in softer jerkings, slowed into a backwash of eddying emotions, Elizabeth lifted her dripping mouth from the caress of the convulsive pussy and kissed her husband's equally oily lips.
Now their fluttering tongues were only their own, and they coiled and uncoiled them, sucked the remaining juices from them, their teeth grating gently and their lips nibbling. Soft and warm, the scent of Charlene's leaking snatch drifted about them.
The girl was first to move, lifting one slim leg at a time away from their shoulders, scooting deftly back upon her ass to remove her dainty crotch and allow their heads to sink to the carpet. Sherman's arms came around Elizabeth, to hold her close, and she discovered in surprise that his overworked prick was partly risen against the skin of her belly. Some deeply buried reserve of strength and lust had been tapped, she thought; opening a reservoir of passion that seemingly could flow forever.
In the unregretted past, her husband had been a onetime fucker, and she had always been extremely grateful for it, happy to rid herself of his clinging weight, glad to hurry into the bath and wash away the stickiness of his repulsive semen. Now – oh now, Sherman had turned into a stud, a long – lasting sexual athlete with marvelous staying powers, and they both had the kids to thank font.
Rolling onto his back and staring up at the faintly illuminated ceiling, Sherman said in awe, 'Damn! Now I know how the Oriental potentates must feel, with their luscious harems around them.'
'A two – girl harem isn't much,' Elizabeth smiled, sitting up and wrapping her arms about her knees, so that she could smile fondly down upon him.
'It's plenty,' he said. 'More than enough. I would never have believed that I could fuck and just continue to fuck. It's not simply the newness, either, but something else, something that's much deeper. How adored can a guy feel? A beautiful young girl, and a lovely mature woman, giving him everything. It's fabulous.'
'I know,' Elizabeth breathed. 'I've been moving about In a golden glow, ever since the children arrived. Or rather, ever since they showed me how much fun it is to be raped.'
And Charlene climbed to balance herself on the edge of the couch, grinning down at them to say, 'You should have made that scene, Sherman baby; we had one hell of a time holding her arms and legs. But it was something we had to do, otherwise she would have finked to the social worker about Jody and me balling. Isn't it great, that it worked out so well?'
'Great,' Sherman agreed. 'My wife and I would never have known what it was like to love each other. And I'd never have discovered your superb little cunt, Charlene. Me, swinging with my own wife and a very young chick; I can't believe it.'
'Believe it,' Elizabeth said, 'because there's always more to come. You haven't yet shared me with one or both of the boys.'
Climbing shakily from the floor, Sherman made it over to the bar for a revitalizing drink, assuming that Elizabeth wanted one also, and splashing liquor over ice cubes in two glasses. Back turned, he said, 'Yeah – I guess I can handle that just fine. Yesterday, I couldn't have. It would have been okay for me to screw two women, or three, or as many as I could find to take me on,although I doubt if I had the guts to actually try it. But I wouldn't have seen it the same way, my wife being fucked by more than one guy, much less making myself one of the orgy participants. Now, the idea turns me on.'
'Good,' Elizabeth said, getting up to join Charlene upon the couch and accepting the drink he brought to her. Sherman gave the girl a soft drink, and crossed over to sit in a chair, his drained shaft not all the way drooping, but not completely risen, either. When he was settled and sipping at his glass, Elizabeth continued, 'Both the boys
