Sherman's upright shaft and clung to it, moving her fingers over the engorged head and discovering the ooze all sticky there. Funny, she thought, but she couldn't remember ever having noticed the lubrication on her husband's glans before. She didn't recall much of their so – called fucking before, she admitted; only the stiffness, the awkwardness, and a dry, flinching kind of pain that she had only brought upon herself. Elizabeth wondered how Sherman had put up with her for so long, before finding himself a more pliable, more passionate woman to fuck.
Jody groaned, and his hands clenched onto his sister's whipping ass. 'Charlene – damn It! You're not supposed to – oh, oh baby! It's so good, so hot and tight and good, and you're grinding on my prick, and uhhhh! I'm coming, baby – coming in your sweet little pussy!'
The boy's balls jerked upward and contracted to spit their pressurized load of semen up along his spasming shaft to explode from the flexing head, and Elizabeth was envious of the boiling flood of creamy juice that was packing Charlene's cunt.
And she watched Timothy grip his sister's head to surge his knob far back into her throat, imagining the racing of the hot wet tongue and the pulling, sucking, drawing that was reaching all the way down into the kid's balls. Timothy grunted and hunched, gasping out that he was letting it go, that his come was geysering into Charlene's mouth and down her throat
When the three had gone still, and the only sound was the panting of their breaths, Elizabeth looked at her husband's face. Sherman was transfixed, breathing hoarsely, all his attention focused upon the lovely girl who had just shared her marvelous little body with her two brothers, who had drawn their semen into pussy and mouth, while shuddering to her own fantastic orgasm.
In a way, she and Sherman had shared in the climaxes, not merely as spectators, but as people who also loved the participants in the small orgy. She could see that her husband's reluctance was gone, wiped away by the honest lust herd seen. Now Sherman was ready to be with them, to indulge his passions with the girl, and with his own wife. They would mesh and interweave and blend, Elizabeth knew; and they would be deliriously happy together.
She murmured to him, 'We'll give the boys a few minutes to rest Then it's our turn, darling. And I'm very eager to take on all three of you. I can handle that, I think. Or if you'd rather, Charlene can get into It, too; something can be worked out that way.
He didn't answer, but his rockhard prick throbbed in her fingers, strong and stiff and hungry.
It was time for Elizabeth to move center stage, and she stood up to whip her housedress over her head. She wore nothing beneath it, and enjoyed the feel of the air upon her skin as she stood tall and proud of her naked body and the powers it possessed. Taking long; slow steps, she glided into the middle of the room, and little Charlene drifted back
The boys sat on their bare tails, staring up at her as she approached, their beautiful cocks only slightly bent, and both bulbous heads sticky with residual semen, with the oils from their sister's juicy cunt.
'All right,' Elizabeth said softly, 'now you boys can do it to me, fuck me, stick it anywhere you want, have me eat your lovely pricks, go down on my pussy – anything and everything. And all of it will take place while my husband is watching us. He's never seen me screw anyone else, you know, but I'm sure he'll enjoy it.'
Jody peered up at her, that handsome boy who had first dared to force his cock between her thighs and into her fearful pussy. 'Just stand there like that,' he said, 'with those long, wonderful legs apart, so I can see up into your beautiful black snatch. On Betsy, your cunt is so rich and ripe, all shiny and with those dark pink lips winking out at me. [can't resist it darling – no man could.'
Coming to his knees, he slid toward her and put his hands upon the smooth calves of her legs, bringing his face into the satin planes of her belly, nuzzling there and breathing in the warmed scents of her flesh. His lips were tantalizing, his tongue leaving a red – hot trail behind it as it circled and explored.'
'Ummm,' he sighed, 'so sweet and smooth, and I can smell the perfume of your cent. Baby, baby – ' and with that, Jody plunged his face hungrily between her thighs, his open mouth clamping over her shaggy mound, his tongue lancing directly into her pussy lips.
Elizabeth rocked upon her heels, and braced her hands upon the boy's head for support, unable to keep her pelvis from making small, eager arcs as Jody licked up into her pulsating vagina. Turning her head, she stared into her husband's eyes. Sherman was leaning forward on the edge of the couch, his distended prick upright as a flagpole, the head looking as if it had just been huffed. Charlene stood behind the couch, stroking the man's neck and shoulder with tiny butterfly fingers.
'He's very good at eating cunt,' Elizabeth said to him. 'Jody's tongue just races around inside me, and comes tickling up to find my clit – oohh! He's doing that now, making me – oohh! – hunch on his mouth!'
She wasn't expecting Timothy to move up behind her; eyes closed and swaying, holding to Jody's head, she had forgotten the other boy, until she felt his hands upon her waist and his hot breath probing between the cheeks of her slowly rolling ass. Elizabeth flinched as his lips touched the taut skin of her buttocks, as she felt the gentle nipping of his teeth.
Then a brand new and shocking thrill whipped through her. Timothy was using his agile tongue in her cleft, laving the furry crack and – drilling it hotly into her hole! Elizabeth's knees went weak and she almost collapsed. Only holding onto Jody's head saved her, and she gasped at being burrowed into by two tongues, one in front and the other in back.
'Oh no!' she panted. 'No – no – please, I can't – '
And the whirlwind blasted through her, a furious spinning of sharp rapture darting like a knife blade from her anus, and from her convulsing pussy, to meet clashing in the middle. Elizabeth was aflame, squirming in the searing heat, wriggling in the juicy thrusting of the tongues. She came in a heaving, trembling frenzy, moaning and gritting her teeth in the foaming waves of honeyed torture. Did she come again, and yet again? She didn't know, and clung to reality desperately, sucking for air to clear her head, until they relented and allowed her limp and nerveless body to slide melting down between them.
Sinking into a pink, fluffy cloud, Elizabeth drifted upon it, supine and open and throbbing in every inch of her body. She was dimly conscious of adoring hands slipping over her flesh, fingers rolling her stiff nipples, fingers stroking the sizzling mound of her cunt. Faintly, she knew that she was being kissed upon the throat, the mouth, both her breasts, that tongues were trailing under her armpits and down her heaving belly. But all the caresses were ethereal, unreal, and she continued to float along in her rosy dream.
But there was solidity between her opened thighs now, a spongy yet hard-cored pressure against her liquid pussy lips, and some still alive response lifted her pelvis in answer. The pressure increased, and Elizabeth came slowly awake to the fact that a deliciously hard prick was reaching up into the slot of her flowing vagina, going in and in until a pair of fuzzy balls settled into the valley of her ass. Her eyes stayed closed, but her cunt pulsed and her crotch twitched.
Somebody was fucking her, and the name didn't matter, only the loving, burrowing sensation within her tremulous snatch, only the magnificent sensation of being adored as a woman and as a deep, luxurious pussy. That was enough and more than enough, and she reveled in the slow, grinding rhythm, her stunned flesh coming alive by degrees.
Then suddenly, the lovely prick was gone, removed without warning from the clasping of her silken – lined well, and Elizabeth murmured in sulky protest. She smiled when another – or was it the same – cockhead shoved itself Into the oozing lips of her pussy and came strongly inside between them. Now Elizabeth's back began to arch, and her crotch vibrated as she met the driving cock stroke for stroke, wheeling her lush ass and squeezing down upon the shaft feeding itself into the best, most alive part of her body.
Struggling, she got her eyes open and focused upon her lover's face. It was Timothy, pumping his dear meat into her writhing vagina, and she caught his face between her hands as she fucked him back Jody was beside them, his unfired shaft cupped in one hand as he watched their screwing. Elizabeth twisted so she could peer around Timmy's bobbing head and search for her husband. She saw him lifting from the couch and standing stiffly, his achingly hard cock thrust out.
'Fuck me, Timothy!' she cried out. 'Hammer your nice young cock into my pussy – like that, oh yes – like that – drive it home, darling – ahh – oh – oh – oh! Timmy, I can feel your cockhead swelling – let it go in me, baby – shoot your juicy come into me – now, NOW!'
The flaring, greasy bomb went off deep within her undulating snatch, showering Elizabeth's womb and vaginal walls with bubbling semen, spurting again and again as the boy's balls pumped it forth. She came with him, her
