It was late when the boys returned, and Elizabeth was already in bed with her husband when she heard the door open and shut downstairs. Charlene was waiting up for her brothers, so it wasn't as if they had nobody to come home to. And Elizabeth and Sherman had been busy rediscovering each – other; with the initial violently urgent edges worn off their passions, they had been able to screw languorously; taking all the time they needed to bring themselves to deeply gratifying orgasms.
Sleepily, she listened to the subdued voices below, and thought that the girl was telling Jody and Timothy what had gone on in their absence, explaining how well she and Elizabeth had blended with their foster father, who was now almost completely one of them.
Turning over and snuggling next to her husband's naked body, Elizabeth felt warm and happy. Tomorrow, she thought drowsily, when the juices had risen strong and potent once more, when the balls were all refilled with that precious fluid for ejaculation, then they would get together again, and this time, Sherman would learn what it was like to share his wife with two other horny males. He would watch her go down on each of the boys, and see hard young pricks gliding in and out of her opulent pussy, and he – would realize that there was plenty of loving left over, more than enough to go around. And there was always the lithe, sensual body of the girl waiting for him, to use any way he craved.
Just before she fell asleep, Elizabeth wondered what her husband's mistress looked like, and if the woman had ever known experiences such as the newly formed family was going through now.
She awoke to the. sound of the shower, and rolled over smiling, for Sherman was using her bath for the first time in years. Stretching arms and legs to their fullest, Elizabeth felt wonderful, bubbling with life and knowing a touch of expectancy. She was glad to be awake, to simply be, and she luxuriated in the sensation.
When her husband came damp from the shower, she leaped out of bed to kiss him, pressing her warm body against his freshly scrubbed one and feasting upon his tongue. Got to shave," he said, "and that's something you don't keep in your bathroom, a razor and stuff."
"You can move them in," Elizabeth said. "I'll see you at breakfast, darling."
He kissed her again, his big hands straying over the rich globes of her white breasts, his fingers teasing the rising nipples in wonderment Then Sherman said, "I'll never get these whiskers off, if I don't go right now."
Laughing, Elizabeth hurried in to take her own bath, and afterward, paid more attention to her skin and face than she had in some time. She had to stay attractive for them, she thought, to be appealing as possible, and besides, now she had learned to take pride in her appearance; not for others, but for herself, and she liked the new interest.
The smell of frying bacon wafted up the stairs as she descended them, and she followed it into the kitchen where Charlene was already busy at the stove. "Good morning, darling," Elizabeth said.
The girl turned and slid into her arms, and Elizabeth thought what a shame it was that they were both dressed – Charlene in the inevitable teeshirt and jeans, she in a housedress.
But cooking was one of the things where being dressed was logical, and Elizabeth contented herself with kissing – the girl thoroughly as they fondled each other's bodies. Pulling back and checking the cooking bacon, Charlene said, "The kids were real happy about Sherman fitting in. I told them all about it, how you and I worked him over real good, and how he dug it all the way."
"Yes he did," Elizabeth agreed, going to the refrigerator for eggs. "And so did we, I'm sure. Did you ball with the boys?"
"Sure," the girl answered. "They got all excited when I described how Sherman ate my pussy and all. So I took turns fucking Jody and Timmy, but we didn't do much more than that I was a little pooped, so we went on to bed, right after. How about you and him?"
Smiling, Elizabeth said quietly, "Oh, my husband and I had a long, loving time together. I don't think I ever screwed that slowly before, frying to make it last, stopping when either one of us got too close to coming. It was wonderful."
"The kids will be down in a minute," Charlene said. "Toast is in the oven and the coffee's on, and what do you figure we'll do after we eat?"
"First thing," Elizabeth mused, "Is for me to give our maid the week off, at least. You and I can handle the cooking and the housework, I'm certain, and right now, I just don't want anyone else in the house with us. It would surely cramp our style."
"Right on," the girl said, and looked over her shoulder as Jody came into the room.
He moved immediately to Elizabeth and put his arms around her waist from behind. His cock wasn't hard, but she could feel it against the curves of her ass, feel the heat of his sweet breath along her throat "HI," he murmured, "I really missed you last night."
"I missed you, too, dear," she said, and rolled her buttocks suggestively.
Then Timothy was in the kitchen, all bouncy and eager, jumping around in front of Elizabeth to cup her ripe breasts in both hands as he kissed her good morning. It was nice to be so wanted, she thought, to have young lovers who couldn't wait to touch her body.
They were still holding her close when Sherman came in, and she had turned so that she was able to look directly at her husband when he saw the two boys clinging to her, one of them rubbing his crotch Into the roundness of her ass, and the other playing with her tits. She saw his jaws tighten, and, for a split second, there was some tenseness in the air, as Sherman flashed back to his old programming, to the credo that insisted It was okay for a male to ball around and make it with as many females as possible, but all wrong for a woman to do the very same thing.
But Charlene moved smoothly to him and went tippy-toe to wrap her arms about his neck while her slim body massaged his with a heated fervor. After she had kissed him fiercely, the girl said, "Morning, lover man; I dreamed about you for half the night, and I kept feeling the size of your beautiful cock in me. We'll have to do something about that, won't we?"
This time, when his eyes met Elizabeth's, he was wearing a shamefaced smile, and he said, "I think the bacon is burning."
They ate in an easy camaraderie after that, chattering about the upcoming shopping trip, about going back to school, but each of them felt an undercurrent of anticipation, a mounting excitement that showed in hotly darting glances and sometimes flushed faces. Elizabeth knew that her pulses were racing, and she was aware of a now familiar throbbing taking place deep within her vagina.
She and Charlene sped through the cleanup chores, and Elizabeth made the phone call to her surprised but delighted maid, and now the house was truly theirs, the drapes drawn and the doors locked against any possible intruder. As Elizabeth moved toward the living room, holding to Charlene's small, damp hand, she realized that her husband had never witnessed people screwing, and thought the stage could be set for him that way, to really turn him on and draw him willingly into the junior orgy that was certain to follow.
Pulling the girl aside, she whispered into her ear: "Suppose you make it with your brothers first? That way, Sherman will get so stirred up that he won't give a damn about his old ideas. Then I'll move in with him, and swing with the boys."
"Good idea," Charlene whispered back. "I'll tell the kids."
Elizabeth went to her husband and took his hand to lead him to the couch for a ringside seat. She could feel his tautness, but she also saw the growing bulge in the crotch of his jump suit. She said softly to him, "Dear, have you ever watched anyone make it?"
He shook his head nervously, and she pursued it. "'Not even in the mirror, with your mistress? By the way, what's her name?"
"Doreen," he muttered. "And no, there's no mirror by the bed, although I've thought about it, I'll admit"
"Then you have an experience coming," Elizabeth, Doreen, she thought; the name was interesting, and purred. "Look, they're beginning to get undressed."
The girl probably was, too. Sherman surely wouldn't pick a woman who wasn't exciting and beautiful. But this Doreen would have to be open minded and more than passably sensual, if Sherman meant to continue seeing her, after this.
Calmly, she watched Charlene peel out of her teeshirt, and saw the firm young breasts bounce pertly as the girl snaked out of her jeans. It was always a delight to see Charlene standing proud and naked, she thought, to run eager eyes over that willowy, sleek young body, and center them upon the beguiling nest of downy pubic hair where the tiny, volatile mound waited.
Then her attention was drawn by movement on the girl's left, where Jody had been standing patiently. The boy moved gracefully out of his clothing, and Elizabeth smiled at the way his hard, anxious prick leaped erect, its pink head gleaming, the wet diamond of his pre – seminal fluid standing upon the tip. Such a beautiful, symmetrical body, so very young and slim; she was proud of it, and felt a certain proprietary interest in Jody's polished flesh.
Beside her on the couch, Sherman held her hand tightly, and she wondered if he was embarrassed by the sight of the boy's ready cock. Then Timothy put on a show for them, flinging off his clothes and standing with his legs widespread while he manipulated the strong, nicely sized prick that he was so proud of. Elizabeth was curious to know if males automatically compared their cocks to others they might see, if they worried about shapes and sizes, and thought it would be silly if they did. All pricks were fun to a woman, so long as they were hard and were used well.
Charlene surprised her by gliding over to Sherman and bending to kiss his startled mouth. Straightening again, the girl said, "Sherman baby, just sit back and dig it, flow with It, and whenever you're ready, join in."
Back between her brothers, Charlene reached down and took their swollen cocks with both hands, playing with them while the boys grinned self – consciously and the sacs of their balls swung in time with her hand movements. They sank together to the floor, kneeling while Charlene lay down upon her back~ still clinging to the pair of stiffened clubs. She kissed Jody's first, running her pink tongue deftly around the distended cockhead, then turning her face so that she could lick over Timothy's pulsing glans.
Elizabeth heard her husband pull in a ragged breath and knew that the scene was already getting to him, so she reached across his broad body and pulled down the zipper of his jump suit. On the carpet, Charlene had her slender legs opened, and Jody's hand was between them, caressing the tender little mound. Timothy had bent his head over his sister's upper body, and was dragging his tongue across one of her erect pink nipples while his fingers fondled the other.
Jody took his time, running his hands up and down the girl's legs, kissing her hips and belly, and soon the feathery crotch was making ticktocking motions, grinding hungrily for the first touch of her older brother's stiff prick.
When the boy moved in between the out flung legs, Elizabeth felt her husband's hand tighten upon her arm, and reached into the opened jump suit to feel his risen shaft. Sherman's meat was hard and throbbing, and she stroked it gently.
"Aren't they beautiful?" she asked. "Such lovely young bodies, glowing with passion."
Sherman didn't answer, licking hips lips as he stared at the group on the living room floor. Jody had positioned himself above his sister's mini – pussy, and was using one hand to guide the knob of his eager cock down into the flexing of her cunt lips. Elizabeth could see every detail plainly, and excitement surged into her throat as she watched the tip penetrate the little snatch, as the enlarged cockhead began to force its way into the stretching labia.
Charlene hunched deftly, smoothly, and with a neat twist settled her brother's bulb into her pussy. When Jody moved his ass, his shaft eased home, each succeeding inch greased by the hot oils of the girl's dainty cunt It slid in all the way, and his bronze – haired balls came to gentle rest in the near – hairless crack of his sister's delicate ass.
Above him, Timothy cradled Charlene's head in his hands while he rubbed the velvet head of his prick against her cheek. She moved to take it in her lips, trailing her wet tongue around it first, then opening her mouth. When she had her lips wrapped lovingly around the shaft, the boy began to hump tenderly, lightly as he worked his meat into the hot, slidy suction.
They were being deliberately slow, Elizabeth saw, not rushing it, and obviously intending to put on a display for Sherman. She squeezed her husband's cock and watched Jody pump his staff into the girl's softly heaving pussy with long, lingering strokes, but always using that special little twist of his ass that made it feel so good. Charlene's body quivered between her brothers, but when she started to speed up her sensuous gyrations, Jody put one hand flat on her belly and quieted her. He withdrew his greasy cock and crossed over her leg then, and Timothy pulled out of the girl's greedy mouth to come down and take his brother's place between her thighs.
Bigger, puller, Timothy's cockhead worked a moment at the heavily oiled entrance to her pussy, then slipped inside as Charlene squirmed hotly upon the new meat. She moaned and clamped her mouth hungrily upon Jody's prick, cuddling his balls in an upturned palm, swinging her hips and manipulating her crotch to get the most from the hard pole thrusting within it.
Elizabeth let go her husband's cock when Sherman sat forward and started wriggling out of his clothing. When his arms were free, she helped – him by pulling the suit down over his legs and feet His club rose powerful and sturdy from the thick nest of his packed balls, and she knew something of the emotion he was feeling, the urgent need that was creating such intense pressure within his body as he watched the hypnotic movements of the trio on the carpet.
The kids were still putting on a performance, for they didn't allow themselves to near a climax, but separated as if at a common signal. Charlene came to hands and knees, and now it was Jody who was curled over her lovely little ass, with his polished cock reaching up into her steaming pussy from behind. And it was Timothy who kneeled at her head and thrust his wet glans into her willing mouth.
Elizabeth thought of that magic moment when she had been so lovingly sandwiched between the two horny boys, taking one of them into the tight tube of her ass, while the other pistoned into her blazing snatch. Charlene's hole was too small for anything like that, she thought, and would remain so for a few more years. If any more sandwiching was to be done, Elizabeth would be the center part
The girl was bucking upon Jody's prick, switching her sweet ass from side to side in bitchy, compelling motions while she sucked lustily upon Timmy's cock, and Elizabeth sensed that the demonstration could not long continue, that one or all of the entangled kids would become so fired up that an orgasm would follow. She felt again for 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 cunt seething in the slippery flood, bucking and churning upon his embedded prick.
Now her head was perfectly clear, and Elizabeth barely waited until Timothy's shaft had finished draining until she flipped it from her snatch with a trained, graceful wriggle and caught at Jody's arm. "Come on," she hissed. "Come on and fuck me while your brother's come is still boiling in my pussy. Hurry, darling – Jody, baby – I need you to fuck me, fuck me!"
"Sure," he answered, and climbed between her out – flung legs again. It had been him the first time, she was certain; Jody had stopped screwing so his brother could take his place, playing the game of seeing who could last longer before coming. But now she would force him to release all that enchanted fluid into her body, to mix his semen with Timothy's before the first load had a chance.
Raising her legs, she welcomed his cockhead with a surging of her dripping mound, fastening her cunt lips to it and sucking it into her rippling depths. Elizabeth wrapped her long and supple legs about the boy's slim body as she rolled back upon her shoulder blades and held him tightly. Her pelvis struck savagely at his when to soak in. Jody buried the sweet length of his meat into her pussy. There were no niceties now, no gentleness, only a fierce and greedy hunger that had to be fed. So her shuddering cunt ate upon his sliding pole, chewed upon the delectable shaft, gnawed at the plunging head.
"You crazy cunt, you adorable bitch!" he gasped. "Oh wow – wow! Your pussy – is so hot and slippery, moving so fast and wiggling like that when you shake that great ass – Betsy, Betsy – "
"Jam it to me," she panted, slamming furiously against him, clamping her legs around his driving back and sandpapering his pelvis with her own every time he drove his lovely meat to the hilt. "Drive your prick clear up into my belly, you beautiful, horny young stud. Come in me!"
Jody shivered as he let go, his belly spasming against her own and his ass cheeks snapping tight in ecstasy. His luscious, wonderful semen burst from the knob of his flexing cock and splattered richly throughout her vagina, inundating her cervix and saturating the already greasy walls. She. could hear the muffled, sloshing sound as he continued to stroke into the flooded hole, but with lessening power, until at last he slowed to a complete stop and sighed.
"Now," she said strongly. "Now, Sherman – come here to me and take up where these terrific boys have left off. My husband, my lover, crawl in here between my thighs and put your own hard prick to my dripping cunt"
Jody obediently rolled off her as Elizabeth slid her opened legs down his body. He was out of the way, off to one side when Sherman marched robot like to her, staring down at her well – used and steaming pussy, at the liquid gems of semen clinging to her midnight pubic hair, at the greasy, inflamed labia so tremulous and waiting.
"Fuck me," she whispered hoarsely up at him, and held out her arms.
Sherman dropped to his knees within the outstretched vee of her legs, his hands going to her upper thighs and his dilated cock aiming blindly for her soaked vulva. She caught his shoulders and pulled him down on top of her body, driving her mouth into his and using her tongue like a whiplash.
She hissed it into his teeth: "I love you, Sherman – I love for you to screw me. Shove it in, darling – oh yes, yes – I can feel your big cockhead pressing into my labia, opening them. Aren't they nice and hot and slippery, dear? Oh, Sherman – "
And Elizabeth wrung her gulping snatch down hard upon his penetrating shaft as it slid in so easily because she was so hot and had been so liberally soaped by two discharges of foaming come. Her breasts flattened against her husband's hairy chest, she swiveled her ass and made her vagina twirl sensuously around his moving cock, made the base of his swollen meat caress her maddened clitoris. Sherman drove his heavy rod deep, shoved It to the engorged stem and pulled back for another powerful thrust.
He was wired for this, she thought gleefully, turned on as he had never been before, and now he was fucking her with a brutal urgency that she adored. Sherman's distended balls slammed wetly into the crack of her ass, and she gyrated erotically upon the buried pole, humping her belly sweetly to his and listening to the wet, sucking noises they were making together,
"Never more beautiful," he grunted, working his hard prick faster and faster. "Never more sexy, you lovely, hot bitch! Ride my cock, Elizabeth – Betsy – - ride my cock!"
Dead Elizabeth, she thought, and live Betsy – bitch welcoming the change as her husband's frantic surges grew more violent and she felt the coming explosion of his ejaculation. Her cunt running wild, she went off with him, and the thunder shook the room, rocked the world. Dissolving around him as Sherman's searing juice made a fountain within her pussy, she reveled in the chain – fucking she had undergone, the marvelous screwing given her by three successive pricks, the triple load of semen she held trapped within her vagina.
Holding him, cuddling him as his cock jerked in slowing spurts, she let her legs slip down his wide body and kissed his forehead, the lids of his closed eyes. Beyond his sweating shoulder, she saw the kids, all in a rapt row upon the couch, their faces intent and warm. She smiled at them and carefully disengaged herself from her husband, easing his still hard club from the dripping gash of her cunt and sliding from beneath his beloved weight.
Sherman lay quietly upon his side, his legs pulled up, chest heaving as his lungs pumped for air. She sat up, her heavy breasts swinging as she touched his cheek. "Dear, I know you'd like to rest awhile, but there's something you should do."
"What?" he muttered.
She signaled to Charlene, and the girl brought the telephone, trailing its long cord behind. Elizabeth took it, balancing the instrument in one hand. "You should call your mistress Doreen. I'm sure you can talk her into coming over here, so she can meet the family."
Her husband blinked; Charlene grinned; Timothy waved his cock, and Jody gave her the okay sign for thinking ahead.
Sherman Anderson began to dial a number.