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. 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 are gloriously horny, but you don't have to worry about competing with them. There are no contests among us, no strained proving of virility, nothing like that. There is only giving and love, Sherman. You know how wonderful you felt, having Charlene and me? You'll feel the same, when Jody is putting the meat to my pussy while I go down on you, or when you push that gorgeous cock between my thighs as I take little Timothy's prick into my mouth. And there's more; much much more."
His throat worked as he swallowed the rest of his drink, and when he put down the glass, he said, "I wish the boys hadn't gone off to the movie."
Charlene bounced up and sway – hipped over to pat his cheek. "They'll be back before too long. They left because we figured it would be easier for you, with them gone while you swing with Betsy and me. Now, if you guys will excuse me – "
He stared after the lithe switching of her trim ass as the girl left the room, and said to Elizabeth, "Is she going to the can?"
Laughing, she answered, "'More likely to raid the refrigerator. They all get hungry after a dedicated session of screwing. It's as if they never had enough to eat, in the past."
Sherman lifted an eyebrow. "And as if they never had enough fucking?"
"Possibly," she said, "but I'll have to go along with them on that point. Can there ever really be enough fucking?"
Her husband looked down at his prick and touched the head with a fingertip. "Damned if I know, Elizabeth. Say, didn't she call you Betsy? That seems to fit you better now – - now that you've loosened up. Do you want me to call you that, too?"
"Anything you want," she said softly, "and I'll answer. I'll always answer, Sherman." She went to him and lowered herself into his lap, feeling the semi-hardness of his shaft beneath the cheeks of her ass. Putting an arm around his neck, Elizabeth lifted one of her rich breasts and touched the rising nipple to his lips.
"I feel so differently about you now, my darling. You're my husband and my lover and even my little boy."
He nuzzled her tit. "Let the kids hit the refrigerator; I have something a lot better to nibble on."