As a concession to Sherman's edginess, they all wore robes when he came down for dinner that evening. Charlene looked impossibly tiny in one of Elizabeth's dressing gowns, with the sleeves rolled and the skirt tucked up; the boys had worn-out robes of their own, too small for them, so that their bare knees showed. But they were reasonably presentable, Elizabeth thought, as she was in a robe she thoroughly despised now.
But she was smiling warmly as she greeted her husband at the foot of the stairs, and held out a hand to him. Sherman had on his beat-up terry cloth, and was freshly shaven; she could smell the heady scent of his lotion. Pressing the lush length of her body against him, Elizabeth flattened her heavy breasts into his hairy chest and lifted her mouth.
Sherman's kiss was nervous, hesitant, as if he still wasn't sure about her, but she proved she was breathtakingly real by crushing her lips to his and sliding her tongue questingly into his mouth. His arms tightened around her waist, and he said, "So I wasn't just dreaming?"
She laughed against his throat. "No, darling; you and I have been living a nightmare for far too long, but now we're awake, and we're going to stay that way – awake and alive."
He glanced toward the kitchen, and Elizabeth murmured, "They're all in there, waiting for us."
"Damn," Sherman said, "I don't know if I can handle this – sitting down to a meal with a couple of horny kids who have been screwing my wife."
"And the girl you screwed," Elizabeth reminded him. "But just take it easy, darling, and be casual. Those kids are so open and honest that they might shake you up at first, but you'll get used to that soon, and realize that you don't have to play a lot of stupid games with them. It's really refreshing not to have to wear a mask, to simply show your true self."
"I guess that will take some practice," Sherman said, his hands moving over her ripe, firm ass. "But I'll try anything, so long as it helps keep you like this, all passionate and beautiful. It's just seems sort of embarrassing, to look those young studs in the eye, and think how they've been in between your long, lovely legs, their cocks reaching for your wonderful cunt, and you – well, I can't help picturing you the way you were upstairs a little while ago, all squirming and eager, taking those hard, thrusting pricks in turn, panting and trembling as you come.
Elizabeth patted his cheek. "What's wrong with picturing me like that? I think it's wonderful, being that way, bucking and heaving on a nice, sliding prick. I think it was wonderful to see little Charlene doing it with you, although I really didn't figure her tiny pussy could stretch far enough to accept your big cock."
He swallowed audibly. "That's something else, Elizabeth. You talking this way, using all the words, I mean. And all those years, you would never say anything like that, or even keep the light on those rare times when we fucked, when you didn't have a headache or were ill, or something. I can't get used to hearing words like prick and fuck and pussy rolling off your lips."
Rolling her hips, Elizabeth lifted her pelvis so that it ground lightly, teasingly into her husband's crotch, making certain that he felt the giving softness and pulsing heat of her cunt. She said, "That's something else you'll get used to, Sherman. Those are the real words, the descriptive ones, so why use anything else? I like them, like the taste of them in my mouth. And I'm warning you right now that the kids will use them, too."
He looked toward the kitchen again. "Well, I suppose I might as well take the plunge, and face them. You know, I'm even nervous about seeing the girl again."
Elizabeth laughed. "She's not nervous about you; Charlene is downright anxious to be with you again. She keeps talking about what a wonderful, big cock you have, how it fills up her pussy, how much she needs you to flick her some more.
Sherman's eyes locked with hers and he said, "And you don't care if I screw the kid? You're not angry or jealous?"
"I'm only happy that you two love each other," Elizabeth said softly, "that you both can turn on and enjoy fucking. Oh Sherman, Sherman – there are so many ways, so many thrilling things to do. Come on, love; let's go join the rest of our passionate family."
She led him into the kitchen, where the table was already set and steaks were simmering on the grill, where fresh salad and garlic bread perfumed the air. Letting go his hand, Elizabeth looked over at little Charlene, and the girl came gracefully toward them, moving lithely, beautifully. She drifted aside and gave Charlene room; the girl moved right up to Sherman and reached into his robe with one small hand to find and fondle his limp shaft.
Tiptoeing to press herself against him, head tilted back so she could stare up. into his face, Charlene said, "I'm really glad you're here, sweet man. I've missed this crazy prick so much."
Sherman turned red, and Elizabeth saw him struggling to regain his composure. He said, almost gruffly, "Hey – er, Charlene. If you don't stop that, I'll never get to have dinner, and I'm pretty damned hungry."
Laughing prettily, the girl moved back from him, releasing his cock and rubbing her fingertips together as if they had been singed. "Okay, hut I'll make sure you get plenty to eat – during and after dinner, too."
It might have been any happy family around the dinner table, Elizabeth thought, as she finished preparing the food, with Charlene helping ably. There was a slight undercurrent of tension, mainly between the boys and Sherman, but no more than would be normal if a father was a little teed off about something offbeat his sons had done that day. But no lectures, Elizabeth thought, sitting down to a sizzling steak and trimmings, no finger pointing and faultfinding. In fact, there was very little conversation at first, as everyone ate hungrily, and she smiled as she thought of the added strength flowing into the males, that rebuilding of enchanting power that she and Charlene could drain from them in a series of wondrous sexual encounters.
She glanced often at her husband, seeing again that he was really an attractive man, one that she now realized could also be sensuous, but Elizabeth couldn't help wondering how far he would go, if he would throw himself wholeheartedly into combinations and deviations that he might consider perverse. She thought he had accepted the fact that she was fucking and enjoying a pair of young, virile lovers; Sherman had even been stimulated by the Idea, rising to new heights of passion when they fucked on the bed that had once been only a torture rack to her.
But how did he feel about oral sex, and would It upset him when he saw his wife talking a boy's stiff and stroking prick into her mouth? Would he shudder when he realized that the pumping semen was purling hotly down her eager throat, or would he see that as a vital part of love? Elizabeth realized that she knew nothing at all about her own husband's sexual mores, other than that one brief glimpse of him when they had made it so terrifically, a few hours ago.
Jody was sipping coffee, and his eyes caught hen; the boy seemed to understand what she was thinking, to sense the edges of her worry. He said to Sherman, "Mr. Anderson, you're really a lucky guy, to be married to such a beautiful, sexy woman. She has the most beautiful tits rye ever seen, and the most gorgeous pussy. I haven't been around all that much because I'm pretty young, but I'd bet there aren't many cunts with such deep, soft hair, and only a few that are so juicy and rich."
Sherman's fork clattered on his plate, and he took a gulp of coffee to cover his confusion. Under the table, Elizabeth put her hand upon his knee. Sherman mumbled, "Yeah; I'm – I guess I'm lucky."
Charlene said, "Does it bother you, to have another guy praise your wife's pussy? It doesn't shake my brothers any, when I tell them what a wonderful prick you have."
Coughing, Sherman put down his coffee cup. "I – look, kids; this is all too new for me, and not easy to digest. Charlene, when I saw you, it was as if an electric heater had been turned on inside my belly, and even though I knew damned well that I wasn't supposed to even be thinking such lecherous thoughts about a girl so young, I simply couldn't help myself. Then, when you made it so damned plain that you were not only available, but willing and eager to – to screw, I lost whatever vestiges of self control I might have had left. Laying you was fantastic, a wild dream come true, but afterward, I wanted to crawl off somewhere and hide. I think I know now bow a narcotics addict feels; that's how strong you are in my blood."
"Hey," the girl said softly, "that's the sweetest thing anyone ever said to me."
"But," Sherman continued, "it may take me awhile to handle all this. You boys – I thank you both for turning my frigid wife into a passionate woman. That's about all I can say, right now."
"It's enough, darling," Elizabeth said quietly, proudly. "There's plenty of time for everything, including getting your ideas all sorted out. When I got started with the kids, I found it was better just to flow with whatever was happening, to let myself drift and accept. Maybe that will work for you, too. Now, if I can have a hand clearing off this table – "
She and Charlene shooed the guys out of the kitchen, and the girl was visibly excited as she helped gather dishes. "Wasn't that far out, what he said about me? Your old man really turns me on, Betsy; I'm going to fuck him until his backbone melts and runs out of the head of his beautiful prick"
"Unless he's done it with the woman he's keeping," Elizabeth said, "Sherman has never been down on a woman, or had his cock eaten. That I know of, I mean. He might not go for it."
"Sure he will," Charlene answered promptly. "I'll dig getting that big cockhead into my mouth and sucking it until he blows all his sweet juice down my throat." She stopped talking and looked at Elizabeth. "Or maybe it ought to be you that does it to him first? I mean, just to get him started. What do you think?"
Elizabeth said, "I think we should just let It happen, dear. But I have been imagining you and me with him, working him over until he realizes what he's been missing, until he's more than willing to go along with anything and everything our sex community has to offer. Only, I fret a little about the boys being left out.
"Don't worry about them," Charlene said. "Jody and Timmy will understand, and they hail a real good screwing this afternoon, to carry them over for awhile. Remember how I stayed out of it, until they could get you going? It was okay with me, because I knew the rest of you were balling, and that sooner or later, I would also be part of it. You want me to talk to them and explain?"
"If you'd like," Elizabeth answered, putting the final dishes into the washer and flipping the switch as she thought of her husband between this lovely, erotic girl and herself, of them teasing him to a point of fine torture, and overwhelming him with the most voluptuous sex he had ever experienced. They would teach him anything he didn't know, demonstrate to the man how fantastic truly shared and selflessly giving sex could be.
She remained awhile in the kitchen, busying herself with minor chores and giving Charlene time to make the arrangements. Beneath her loose robe, Elizabeth could feel the arousal of her body, the sweet ache of her swelling breasts and hardening nipples, the tremulous sensation deep within the sultry channel of her pussy. She had never yearned for Sherman before, never felt this tingle of delighted anticipation when she thought of his large and throbbing prick. She could not help but wonder if her husband's mistress felt the same emotions, or if the woman was simply putting up with Sherman, for the sake of his support.
Being his legal wife had made Elizabeth no different, she realized; she had also merely put up with a man, in order to have things he could furnish her, things which included the respectability of marriage. She shook her head and decided that she would very much like to meet Sherman's girlfriend.
Charlene skipped to her and caught her hand. '"The kids are going off to a movie, and they'll have hamburgers after. Sherman gave them the bread and drew a map, showing where the flick is. I told you they'd understand, Betsy; they just said to have fun. And your old man – he doesn't know what's coming down, but maybe he has a little idea. Anyhow, he's not running away."
"Good enough," Elizabeth said, and walked with the girl into the living room where their mutual lover waited for them, and Charlene whispered, "Just let it happen."
Sherman sat on the couch with a drink in his hand, and Elizabeth smiled to see that he still needed courage from outside himself, and loved him for that touch of timidity.
The lights were soft and golden, blending with the slow, primitive rhythm from the tape deck in the background. In the center of the room, Charlene paused and slowly undid the too big dressing gown, posing hipshot as the robe drifted down from her sleek young body and puddled at her feet Light played upon her small, tidy breasts, upon the glistening nipples pink and pert, and when the girl changed postures, spilled down the flat, smooth belly to highlight the wisping of dark red pubic hair.
Elizabeth saw her husband staring entranced at the lovely nude figure, and waited until Sherman's glance finally moved away before calling attention to herself. Unbelting the robe, she ripped it away and flung it heedlessly aside, letting the warm air wash over her prickling skin and feeling the urgent lifting of her nipples. Feet slightly apart, she slid her hands down over her plush hips, and her husband's eyes followed the flowing movements.
Thrusting her pelvis forward, she moved it in a tantalizing circle, her fingertips playing into the luxurious black pubic hair, touching the excited labia, and Sherman watched raptly.
She said to him, "You have both of us, darling – and we have you."
He finished his drink and placed the glass haphazardly upon a table beside the couch, his eyes now darting feverishly back and forth between the naked and beckoning bodies, a kid in a candy store, but with an important difference. Sherman didn't have to limit himself to choose between two appealing morsels; he could let his appetites run riot, and gorge his greediest desires.
Charlene took a sliding, graceful step toward the man, then another, her sleek body undulating sensuously, the heated aura of her sensuality reaching out to him. Acting in concert, they loosened his robe and drew the sleeves down his furry arms, exposing his body and the risen magnificence of his thickened shaft.
Reaching for his hand, Charlene tugged him off the couch, and Elizabeth pushed him gently to the carpet. "So we'll have plenty of room, darling."
They slid down beside him, arms crossing over his broad and hairy chest, lips nuzzling his throat, his chin, along his cheeks. Elizabeth pushed her heavy breasts into him, pressed her abundantly thatched mound against his thigh, and used one hand to explore the distended bag of his testicles. Her fingers met Charlene's there, and together they caressed the veined staff of his cock, wandered in turn across the pulsing head, so velvety and already leaking at the narrow slit.
The girl had her mouth locked to Sherman's, so Elizabeth slipped her tongue into her husband's ear, and felt the lurching of his body in frenzied response, felt the leaping of his hard prick in her fingers. His chest was heaving, and Charlene seemed intent upon drinking his breath while the little darting tongue ran rampant inside his mouth, so Elizabeth rubbed her breasts down his ribcage and trailed them with her lips.
Sherman was squirming now, his pelvis making short and eager bumps that waved his solid shaft in the air. Elizabeth kept moving, kissing down his muscled thigh before drifting her mouth across her husband's groin, her tongue exploring wet and hot over his hairy skin. When she reach his belly button, Sherman's belly was heaving, and she could feel trembles wracking his flesh.
Driving her tongue violently into his navel, she twisted it deeply there while he gasped and clung tightly to the other girl in his arms. Elizabeth slid her body over to get between his legs, using both hands to spread his thighs wider. The dark brown and curling brush so luxuriant in his crotch intrigued her, and she toyed with it, teasing his now swollen balls and stroking his inner thighs in a manner calculated to bring him to the height of arousal.
Blowing her warm breath upon the velvety head of his engorged prick, Elizabeth slowly lowered her lips and touched them to the tremulous tip, where a sticky leakage clung clear. Using her tongue, she drew the droplet into her mouth and knew the flavor of her husband's inner juices, tasted them strong and musky and somehow sweet. Tantalizingly, she ran her tongue around that bulging knob, drawing it underneath, where the little clump of scar tissue was amazingly soft
Somewhere above her, Charlene murmured, "She's going down on you, Sherman; Betsy is just about to take your cock in her mouth and love it. Here, baby – feel my tongue in your mouth, while hers is playing across your prick."
Opening her lips, Elizabeth brought them down and fitted them ovej the pulsing knob, feeling the spongy – hard shape slide across her tongue and over the roof of her mouth. She caressed it gently, pulling it deep, laying it with a hungry tongue, sucking upon it as if it were a strangely formed lollipop. She knew how to please him now; she was experienced in eating pricks, since she had fed upon two others before this one, and Elizabeth used all her newly acquired knowledge upon her husband's cockhead.
Looking up the length of his body, she watched his belly quiver, and saw his chest pumping up and down in excitement His thighs came slowly together, pinning her head between them, and Elizabeth's hands fondled his balls, his legs, his belly and the think stem of his prick. She saw Charlene's tiny fingers playing with Sherman's stubby nipples, and the girl's pink tongue flicking in and out of his mouth.
Sherman had one big hand cupped around Charlene's dainty ass, and the other toyed with her small, apple-firm breasts as the girl curled eagerly to the side of his now arching body. Elizabeth raced her tongue even more fervently around his enlarged glans, and began to bob her suctioning mouth up and down upon his shaft in a slow, sensuous rhythm. He was lifting his crotch and letting it fall, the muscles of his hairy thighs tensing and relaxing around her head as she ate hungrily of his big prick.
She could hear her husband moaning in rapture, and feel the heavier thrusting of his cockhead as she took it against the adoring velvet goblet of her throat, as her satiny inner cheeks dipped in and out and her active tongue curled avidly over and around the quivering glans. His entire shaft trembled, and she sensed the onrush of semen that was hissing up from her husband's contracting balls. Elizabeth pulled greedily upon the flexing cockhead, and was quickly rewarded by the thunderous torrent of hotly bubbling come that jetted from it. It was a creamy, rich geyser that bathed her cheeks and flooded her tongue with its syrupy goodness, fountaining its heavy juices throughout her gobbling mouth and streaming oyster like down her thirsty throat.
She drew upon the slippery knob, tickled it with her tongue, and swallowed the milky honey, draining it down into her stomach as she siphoned for more. The flow tapered off, slowed to a dribble of semen, but still Elizabeth sucked upon the adorable head, pumping the final wetness from him, relishing every droplet of the deliciously thrilling stuff.
There, she thought; she had at last sucked her own husband's prick and taken his semen into her throat. She had finally brought Sherman to such a peak of ecstasy that he was still shuddering and jerking in uncontrollable spasms of sensual delight Drawing her tongue slowly up the length of his yet stiff shaft, Elizabeth took her mouth from around the nearly dry cockhead, and sighed.
Charlene was still wiggling against him, still nibbling Sherman's lips and teasing his chest with flying fingers, but when the girl sensed that Elizabeth had finished, she turned her face to smile. "Real kinky," she whispered, "for me to tongue him while you were eating his cock. He went wild there for a few seconds, so you must have really given him some terrific head, Betsy."
"I did my best," Elizabeth murmured. "And he's still hard. Do you have any suggestions?"
Sherman stirred languidly, his eyes closed, his breath slowing by degrees. Charlene sat up and said, "Damned 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.