Charlene helped Elizabeth fix breakfast, reasonably deft around the kitchen, moving with the special grace that seemed to be basic to her. Elizabeth watched the girl from the corner of her eye, noting the radiance of her, the gleaming of the red – blond hair and the sultry eyes. She was glad she'd already called her housemaid and given the woman some extra time off. Elizabeth didn't want anything or anyone to get in the way.
The girl said, "Your old man – he didn't really want us here, did he?"
"No," Elizabeth admitted, "but he came around, and I'm certain he won't be a bother to anybody. Sherman spends most of his time away from the house."
"He's a nice – looking guy," Charlene mused as she set the table. "I wonder what his hangup is. I mean, he never turned you on, and Jody did, right away. So it couldn't be you. Unless he's too quick for you, or has a cock that's way too small. Is it anything like that?"
Elizabeth hesitated, then answered: 'I – well, I didn't really think about it, before. My husband and I have just never had a – a closeness. He's built about average, I guess – maybe a little bigger than Jody, and he's always been fast. But I wanted him to be; I never enjoyed screwing before."
The girl said, "I always dug It, right from the first time Jody took my cherry. That didn't hurt, because I had been making it on my finger for a long time before I got fucked. You know, I wonder about me turning your old man on; I never screwed a grownup yet, and I'm kind of anxious to try it. Jody and Timmy are great, and I'm not putting down their fucking; no way. Only I want to spread myself around a little."
Elizabeth's face was warm, even though she tried to suppress a blush. It was so alien to her nature, to be standing there and discussing her husband's sexual abilities with anyone else. Yet this lovely, sensual girl was so completely honest and inquisitive, that she couldn't be less. She said, "Sherman is laying someone else, and obviously enjoying it, or he'd be home more. So perhaps it's simply that he and I don't click. Maybe you can turn him on, but if you try, please be careful. I wouldn't want anything to upset him and cause trouble for you – and the rest of us."
"Oh, I'll be cool," Charlene promised. "I like it here, and I figure I'll like it even better before long. Hey now – let me ask you something. Did you ever swing with another chick?"
Plates raffled in Elizabeth's hands. She said quickly, "No – no, of course not. I never even thought about such a thing."
The girl's smile was unabashed, the eyes wise. "You never thought about balling a young boy, either."
"That's different," Elizabeth answered, as the boys came into the kitchen, and Charlene said, "Is it?"
They ate heartily, quickly cleaning up.stacks of hot cakes with bacon and eggs, preceded by fruit juice, followed by milk and coffee. Elizabeth found that she was ravenous, and put down her strong new appetite to the loving she'd had the night before. And she considered Charlene screwing her husband. The girl was a smoldering sexpot, and Sherman would probably be attracted to her, as any man would.. But he had always been so stuffy, seemingly as ashamed of having sex as Elizabeth had been. Could he ever truly loosen up? To the extent of keeping a mistress, he already had, but maybe he was flicking her the same way he had his wife – quickly and without imagination and in shame. Still, Elizabeth thought, it was a good idea to keep on file.
After the dishes were cleared away, Elizabeth felt a growing anticipation, and even though she chatted casually about her plans for sending the kids to school, for them all going on a shopping spree together, she couldn't shake that sense of expectancy. The ringing of the telephone seemed an intrusion, but she answered it.
"Yes, Sherman; we're all fine. I'm sorry you couldn't get home last night, too. This evening? Yes, dinner will be ready about seven, if that's all right. Please call again, if you can't make it."
When she hung up, Elizabeth saw the three kids watching her and said, "We have the whole day to ourselves. Would you like to go out to a movie or something, maybe to the zoo and have hot dogs?"
Charlene answered, "We'd rather stay right here with you. None of us has anywhere near caught up on our screwing yet, and since your old man won't be around – "
"We'll ball," little Timmy said excitedly. "I'm ready right now, if you are, Mrs. Anderson."
She knew instinctively that the boy meant with her, and felt a tremble in the pit of her stomach. It was one thing to be in love with, and to be loved by, Jody Goodall – but taking on his brother, an even younger boy, might very well be something else, something that Elizabeth couldn't handle. She still had a lot of adjusting to do. She said, "I – I don't know, Timothy. Perhaps I need a little more time – "
There was deep disappointment in his face, and Elizabeth chewed her lip in remorse. Then Charlene said, "Look – I won't be around for a while; not right away, anyhow. I have some things to do upstairs, clean up the rooms, wash my hair, all that."
"It isn't that," Elizabeth said. "At least, I don't think it Is. But – "
And Jody came to her, sliding an arm around her waist to whisper in her ear. "It'll be okay, Betsy; you'll see. Come on, now. Let's go into the living room, where the drapes are still drawn, and you can have a drink if you want. Come on, now."
She allowed herself to be led into the other room, trying to get her head cleared, attempting to think logically. She wasn't a complete bitch; she wasn't some cheap whore, to be passed from hand to hand. But the situation wasn't like anything she'd known, either. They shared everything, Jody had explained, and especially the love of their bodies. There was no jealousy, Jody insisted.
They were at the long, low couch in the darkened room, and as Jody stripped the dressing gown from her unresisting arms, Elizabeth heard the tape player being turned on. She didn't need a drink, she decided; all she had to do was be as natural about this as her new self would allow. She had been so damned wrong for thirty – five years, and she was changing now. When Jody urged her down upon the couch, she stretched there trembling, uncertain, but knowing a warmth building within her belly.
She saw Jody sliding out of his clothes, and the lifting of his sweet cock, and beyond him, the form of his brother. Timothy was practically tearing away his jeans and tee-shirt, kicking off his tennies. Elizabeth clenched her hands and felt the arousal of her nipples, their stiffening as they rose. Could this really be her, the respectable matron, the woman who had never known an orgasm until just yesterday? Oh lord, she thought in confusion, had it only been yesterday?
Here she was, totally naked before not one, but two strange young boys, trying to ready herself to learn the feel of a new and different prick Yesterday, she had been raped and responded wantonly as she discovered the meaning of ecstasy; today, she was more or less willing to try it with a different lover. And again Elizabeth knew confusion and uncertainty. She had made it so wonderfully with dear, adorable Jody, learning more about her body within the short space of a few wild hours than she had ever known before. Was it possible to have the same kind of reaction to someone else, from a child even younger?
Timothy was moving toward the couch, and she focused upon the upright, swollen cock protruding from his crotch. The boy had very little pubic hair, and what there was shone pale blond, almost silvery around his small balls. But his prick was something else; distended and engorged, its head gleamed light pink, a big, solid cockhead throbbing atop a rigid pole that was bigger than his older brother's. It fascinated her, with its stretched knob and Its veined staff, and Timothy was caressing It with one hand as he stood before her, peering down at her nude body with awe.
"Man, what a juicy – looking pussy, he breathed. "Look at all that thick, black hair curling around her cunt lips. Mrs. Anderson, you're really beautiful; I never saw such big, soft tits before, and those long, long legs – "
Jody moved to the head of the couch and kneeled upon the carpet, his face close to Elizabeth's. "Just relax, darling. Timmy will love you as much as I do. He's so horny for you that he's about to pop off in his hand."
"My first woman pussy," Timothy said softly, and crawled up on the couch, setting himself between, 'her legs, kneeling there with his heated skin touching hers. "All that far out body – so round and smooth; all that crazy pussy, with so much mossy hair on It. I can see her pink lips peeping through the black fur. Man, oh man! I don't know what I want to do first – eat that gorgeous cunt or fuck it."
Jody said, "You'd better hick It If you don't, your cock will be spitting come all over the place. You can always go down on Betsy after."
Elizabeth quivered at the feel of Timothy's small hands upon her breasts, at the silken skin of him between her thighs. The boy caressed her tits gently, his slim fingers exploring their size and shape, then teasing the erect nipples, rolling them and playing with them as if they were the most precious of toys. Jody kissed her cheek and stroked her outspread hair, calming her while his younger brother fondled her body. She could accept it better because Jody was close.
But within a matter of seconds, Elizabeth found that she was concentrating upon Timothy, rather than upon Jody, squirming under the caress of his wandering fingers, her pelvis moving slowly as the young boy felt into her crotch. His fingers delved tenderly into her mound, feeling through the mattress of hair to find and pet the softening, dampening lips of her pussy. His touch was adoring, very gentle, and she was a little surprised, because he had been so anxious.
Then she felt the spongy knob of his glans nuzzling into her vulva, and a shudder fanned warmly throughout her flesh, making the rounded flesh of her thighs go tense. But even then, little Timothy didn't plunge right into her snatch; instead, he drew his large velvety cock – head up and down in the joining of her thighs, tickling it over the taut skin. His hands stroked over her hips, her belly, and she realized that this youngster was as proficient at sexual foreplay as his older brother, that he had the facility and patience to bring a woman to the peak of urgent desire before actually fucking her.
He rubbed the distended bulb back into her mound, drawing it all the way down to her anus, and resting it there for a tantalizing moment before trailing it back up and settling its resilient bluntness into the now torrid lips of her cunt. Slowly, Timothy moved it into her willing gash, pressing up and in as the rubbery labia stretched gladly for its entrance.
Elizabeth felt the cockhead slide into her vagina, and her cunt lips clung joyfully to the very stiff club as the boy worked his meat deeper and deeper. Up it. went, reaching farther than Jody's prick, nudging against the basket of her womb.
"Juicy," Timothy panted as his knob tapped bottom. "I knew your pussy would be this rich and juicy, lady. Oh wow – you're so hot and slick that I can't believe it. My balls are buried in your cunt hair, and your belly is like satin against mine. Man, man – you're tighter than I thought a grownup woman's pussy would be, and you're deep, sweet and deep – "
And warmly into her ear, Jody whispered, "Go ahead and hick him, Betsy. Show my little brother what a terrific screw you are. He's already crazy about your fabulous pussy, but you can turn him on even more. Fuck the hell out of him, darling."
So she threw her arms around the boy's slim neck and drew his panting mouth down to hers, meeting the thrust of his tongue with a serpentine coiling of her own, clashing her teeth to his. Now his willowy body was atop her, against her, so small and smooth, and she adored its newness, just as she loved the steady, powerful stroking of his strange prick inside her convulsing vagina.
Hiking her pelvis, she rocked Timothy upon it, bringing her thighs together to trap his narrow body there. The boy pumped deeply into her writhing sheath, sticking his young, rigid meat into her searing wetness. His balls thumped damply into the up tilted crack of her gyrating ass, and Elizabeth lifted her long legs, raised them high so she could wrap them completely around the small of the kid's heaving back. Now she had him, now – now – and she could hick him as she pleased, because she was in control, churning upon his plunging shaft; grinding over the prodding cockhead.
Sucking upon his tongue, Elizabeth screwed the horny child fiercely, enveloping him, squeezing his lunging club with vaginal muscles she didn't know she had. Timothy tore his mouth away for air, and his thin fingers dug into the cheeks of her surging ass.
"You're fucking me back!" he gasped. "Your hot pussy is eating up my cock, sucking on it, squeezing it like a hundred greasy fingers – oohh! – what a far out snatch!"
"Stick it to me, Timothy," she hissed. "Oh you darling, passionate boy – stab me with your prick – cram it so far up my hungry pussy that I won't be able to breathe – ahh, baby – ahh, darling – what a big, hard cock – "
Timothy crammed it to her, stepping up his pace, arching his back as he tried to drive it deeper. "Big as your old man's prick? Is mine hard as his, and do you fuck him like this, all tied up in your long, smooth legs?"
"Oh – oh – oh!" Elizabeth moaned. "Yours is much harder than my husband's cock, darling – and no, no, I never fucked him this way – give it to me, lover – I'm getting sooo close!"
"Me, too," the boy gasped. "You're so hot and slick I can't stand it, and the way you shake your crazy ass AHHH!"
He came a split second before she did, and she learned the gushing of this new fountain of unfamiliar semen as it geysered against her cervix. Timothy's come was steaming, a violent splatter of ejaculated liquid like melted honey that saturated her flexing vagina and hung a pulsing globule upon her womb.
Elizabeth climbed his pistoning ass with her feet, and wrung her dripping snatch around his stilled pole. She came in a frantic upheaval that seemed to tear her apart, and even as her pelvis hammered greedily against his, one section of her mind exulted. Now she knew that she could climb the heights with anyone who was thoughtful and skillful and strong – cocked. She wasn't frigid, and even though Jody Goodall was enchanted, his magic wasn't unique; his younger brother had it, too.
And she could gratify them both, make both these beautiful, horny boys explode their joyous semen into her developing pussy; she could take their luscious pricks into her mouth and drain still more of the vital juice from them that way. She was fully a woman, at last, desired and sensuous and loved the way a woman should be.
Letting her legs slide down Timothy's slim back, she tucked her feet against the bed and said to him, "Darling, darling – you're a wonderful lover. Your cock is still hard inside my pussy, and your hot come has packed it from end to end. Oh, how I enjoy that slippery, greasy feeling."
Nuzzling into her big breasts, the boy said, "I'm going to hick you some more, as much as I can. I'll never get enough of this deep, fine cunt."
"But not right now," his brother said. "My turn, Timmy – just like we do with Charlene."
Slowly, the boy withdrew his still pulsing rod, backing it from the wet clenching of her labia with a liquid sound as the lips closed after it. And he was barely gone from between her legs when Jody was taking his place, but urging Elizabeth over, so he could lie down upon the couch. She understood that he wanted her to get on top, and she did so gladly.
She gloated down at the upright prick, at the polished pink head with its liquid diamond of juice. With one knee at each of Jody's slim hips, Elizabeth poised above him, her pussy inflamed and dripping, but eager for more screwing, for the exchanging of one hard cock for another, one eager lover for another. She knew what it was like to be a fairy queen, a bitch goddess, a doting mother and a pliant wife, what it felt like to be very young and tremendously alive.
Conscious of Timothy crouching off to one side, she took Jody's rigid club in one hand, and steered it up into the humid lips of her pussy. Quivering at its initial touch, she guided the distended knob into her sensitive vulva, settling her weight gently upon it and letting it slide upward into her foamy oven.
Watching her hairy crotch lower until its fur blended with the bronze feathering of the boy's, Elizabeth sighed happily. Jody's hands came up to rest upon her hips, and she was glad he found her so attractive, joying because she could give him everything he craved, that her body was lush for him, and her cunt hot for him. Lithely, erotically, she rotated her ripe ass, moving his splendid young meat deeply within her soapy sheathing. Jody lay quietly, letting her rock upon his embedded shaft as she pleased, now stroking the cheeks of her ass, now caressing her satin belly.
It would last much longer this time, she thought, rippling her vagina around his strong rod, grinding her crotch into his; unless he had been so excited by watching her hick his brother that he would explode earlier than usual.
But Jody was steady, rolling only a little bit with her, rocking only faintly as her pulsating snatch did tricks for him, nibbling at his burled cockhead with slippery membranes. She started to lean forward, meaning to lock her mouth to his and to crush the aching nipples of her tits into his hairless chest. The boy cupped her breasts instead, and held her more or less upright, and Elizabeth didn't know why, until she caught a blur of whiteness upon the couch arm and saw the pale, slim legs come down.
She stared as Timothy placed his feet carefully so as not to disturb his brother's position, and saw the greasy length of the kid's engorged cock very dose, looming before her eyes so that she could make out even the tiny bumps scattered across the pink velvet head and the seepage that was leaking from the little slot.
Did Timothy mean for her to – to go down on him, while Jody's prick was still locked adoringly within her pussy? The boy reached for her head, and she knew. Jody's hand slid from her breasts then, to give her room, and Elizabeth dropped her head a bit, bracing her hands upon one lover's chest while her mouth sought another cock. The younger boy jerked as her tongue flicked out and encircled his sticky glans, but Jody's shaft surged within her cunt then, and she had no time to simply tease. She drew the flanged bulb into her lips as far as she could take it, feeling the touch of the blunt tip against the soft cup of her throat.
They were locked together then, the two beautiful boys and herself, one into the other, blending and sharing, all of them giving, each of them taking. Elizabeth felt more loved, because she was taking them both.
She sucked blissfully upon Timothy's large shaft, lapping her hot tongue over the enlarged knob and savoring this new flavor, this different taste of semen and warmy, silken flesh, enjoying the way the boy was thrusting gently into her mouth. Dipping her inner cheeks, she pushed with her tongue and blew out, only to drag the thrusting glans deep once more. And she never stopped moving voluptuously upon the other cock buried to the hilt within her well – oiled snatch.
They clung to her, one set of hands upon the cheeks of her swiveling ass, the other pair to her head. She could hear them panting, and feel the twinned surgings of their crotches. Eyes closed, feeling every nerve end of her body glowing, Elizabeth fucked and sucked at the same time.
Somebody moaned, and somebody else gasped, but she wasn't certain which of them cried out, not even of herself. Wrapped onto them and into them, she loved the two passionate boys with all her vital forces, and they were all moving together, hunching and grinding, asses rotating, bellies heaving, hands clutching. It was sweet, wild, lascivious, and Elizabeth gave herself fully to the rhythm, her pussy suctioning as well as her busy mouth.
Timothy dug his fingers into her flowing hair and drove his flexing cockhead deep. His sizzling ejaculation erupted into her mouth, spitting globules of sticky come down her throat, and she swallowed gleefully, pulling for more, letting the juices drain down into her stomach, savoring the taste and thickness, the greasy richness sprayed upward from the boy's convulsing balls.
Elizabeth would never know which of them came first, she or Jody, and it didn't really matter. They churned together in a maddened, spinning ecstasy that welded his spurting prick inside the steaming clench of her saturated vagina, their crotches hammering insanely, their thighs taut and trembling as they reached the very pinnacle of emotion. Maybe she came more than once, in a multiple orgasm, or maybe it was a stretching – out of the magnificent climax. She knew only that wave after wave of blazing rapture swept over and around her and through her.
Carefully, lingeringly, Timothy took his softening prick from her mouth, drawing the sticky head across her lower lip and releasing his grip upon her hair. Elizabeth drew her tongue across her mouth to lap up any dampness the glans might have left behind, and raised herself to a sitting position. Jody's cock was still lovingly embedded within her sloshy cunt, his balls still tucked into the cleft of her mossy ass.
She looked down at the boy's quiet face, at his closed eyes and the mouth gone slack in relaxation. Oh, she adored him, and his horny brother too. She could worship their pricks with the utmost devotion, paying homage to them with lips and tongue and the concentrated heat of her aroused pussy, and she would, she promised herself, she certainly would.
Tenderly disengaging herself, Elizabeth lifted from Jody's shaft, hearing the liquid noise it made when her cunt lips released the dripping head; It was a musical sound that she meant to listen to as often as possible, and its special echo would always turn her on.
Limply, she sat upon the couch with her long legs stretched out, with her feverish pussy still pulsating, and the nipples of her heavy breasts yet enlarged. Leaning her head back, Elizabeth breathed deeply of the love – scented air, and thought that she had traveled a long way since her first orgasm. She couldn't imagine that she had ever resisted screwing Jody; it seemed like a bad dream, that image of her naked body writhing in frantic attempts to get away, while Timothy and Charlene held her down. How could she have been so stupid, so utterly silly?
She opened her eyes as one of the boys thrust an icy glass into her hand, and sat erect to taste the drink they'd mixed for her. It was powerfully laced with bourbon, the coke only a shadow upon her tongue, and she coughed after the first swallow. But she took another, and thanked Jody for bringing it to her.
He said, "I figured you might need it, after balling the two of us; thought you might be a little weak in the knees."
"I am," she smiled, "but don't ever let that stop you, lover. I think I can screw forever, hour after delicious hour of feeling two fabulous pricks in me at the same time. Oh, I'm so glad you talked me into this, darlings. Please have a little patience with me, if I hesitate again. I – I was wrong for so many years that it's like a bad habit, very difficult to break."
"You're nothing but wonderful," Jody said, sitting down beside her, his bare leg touching hers. "In one way, you've really just started fucking, and already, you're terrific at it."
"Good as our sister," Timothy put in. "Better, in some ways."
Elizabeth sipped more of her drink, feeling the warmth of the alcohol gathering deep within her belly, where it competed with the heat already there, that lovely pile of embers left over from the fucking she had received, and the semen she had swallowed. Now she knew both these handsome boys equally, having eaten both their hard pricks, having screwed them both. And she began to understand their intense attachment to their passionate little sister, who had also shared their love.
"Does Charlene go down on you, too?" she asked.
"Sure," Jody answered. "She's always hot for a prick, anywhere she can get it. Oral sex was one of the first things my mom taught me. She had me eat her first, telling me how to do it every second, and then she ate me. It was kind of standard for us to start out like that, then go on to a good, long fucking, once the edge was off us both."
Timothy had found a soft drink, and brought the can back to sit on the other side of Elizabeth. He said, "Mom didn't get around to me for quite awhile; even when she was all boozed up, I guess she thought I was too much of a kid. But one night Jody and I changed places in her bed, and I got some of her good pussy, too. After that, it didn't seem to make much difference to her who she was screwing, just as long as she got the meat from somebody."
And Jody added, "It would have been okay, but after awhile, the welfare people started hanging around and asking questions. She was always getting busted for being drunk, and finally they just took us away. I'm glad now, Betsy. I'm really glad."
Kissing his cheek, Elizabeth said, "I am, too. You'll never know how much, because without you lovely kids, I would never have been born again, given another chance at life. We'll be so happy here together."
Thoughtfully, Jody said, "What about your old man? I mean, even if he isn't around all that much, some day he's bound to walk in and catch me or Timothy with a hard prick buried in his wife's sweet pussy. And then what?"
She said, "I won't care. I just don't give a damn about what my husband thinks or does. Of course, he could make trouble for us through the welfare office. But if he even dares, I'll – "
"It may be better," Jody mused, "if we can get him with us. Look Betsy – I don't think that any guy who can raise a hard will be able to put down Charlene when she comes on strong. She is one hot and eager piece of ass, and every guy who even gets close to her can kind of feel it."
"Yes," Elizabeth said, "your sister has that in mind, I think. She was talking about it to me in the kitchen, but I don't know how Sherman will react. It will have to be done carefully, and I'll have to catch him making it with her, so he'll know he can't say anything."
"We can fix it," Timothy said excitedly. "I'm sure we can."
Finishing her drink, and feeling a little lightheaded. Elizabeth nodded. "But that's somewhere off in a dim and fuzzy future. If I know my husband, he may not even stay home after dinner tonight. And even if he does, I'll feed him so many drinks that he'll sleep through a hurricane, I promise you."
Grinning, Timothy said, "The guy must be out of his head, to go off and leave a crazy pussy like yours behind."
"He really doesn't know anything about my pussy, Elizabeth said truthfully. "I didn't know myself, until Jody fucked me. I imagine that Sherman would be just as surprised as I was, to find he had a wild and abandoned woman in his arms. But we just never clicked, my husband and me; maybe we never will."
"You don't know that," Jody said.. "Since you're so turned on, maybe you can do the same for him."
Elizabeth got off the couch and passed one hand over her face. "I can't believe this Is me, talking like this. But it is me, the woman who has been hiding inside a stiff – necked, uptight old harridan all this time. Now that the real woman is out, she's damned well going to stay out, no matter what I have to do to protect her freedom." Timothy clapped his hands together. "You know, you're really sexy when you walk around naked like that. Your ass jiggles up and down with every step you take, all wiggly and rippling, like it's begging for somebody to take hold of the cheeks."
Turning, she posed proudly for them, cupping her swollen breasts in both hands and aiming the nipples at the boys. She rolled her hips and did a bump and grind remembered from some otherwise long – forgotten night club. It made her feel good, and she watched the glow of their faces with delight.
Then Elizabeth said, "The hell with worrying about anybody else. I can see a couple of young pricks lifting themselves up again, and I think we ought to concentrate on them."
"Back and forth," Timothy suggested, "like we make it with Charlene?"
"Any way our foster mother wants it," Jody answered. "Every way she wants it."
They didn't use the couch this time; the carpet was deep and soft, its pale color complementing Elizabeth's bare skin as she sank upon it, that delicious throbbing beginning deep within her vagina and spreading throughout her body. She had no reservations now, and could hold nothing back from these two intriguing boys. She didn't want to keep anything from them, no part of her mind or body. And possibly, she was reaching the point where she would also hide nothing from herself.
Immediately, though, something interfered with that decision. Elizabeth felt someone behind her, and looked around to see the girl Charlene in the doorway, one lean hip propped casually against the frame. She was wearing a mini – nightie that exposed the dark red furring of her pubic mound, the diaphanous material calling rapt attention to the lovely spot, instead of trying to cloak that utterly feminine vee. Charlene's exotically slanted eyes were fastened upon Elizabeth, and little hot lights flickered in them as she stared.
Throatily, the girl said, 'Can I come in? I kind of figured that since you've been balling both the boys, maybe you aren't uptight about other people being around, anymore
"I – I suppose so," Elizabeth said, bringing her thighs together and telling herself that it was all right, that she shouldn't feel in the least embarrassed. But Charlene was another woman.
Somehow, that seemed to make it different, and for a few hectic seconds, Elizabeth felt some of her old self creeping back. But she fought It, refusing to fit herself back into that tight, grey mold that had always strangled her in the lonely past. She forced a smile, and hoped that Charlene would make herself inconspicuous. The girl did just that, drifting to the couch out of the way, but just as she sank down upon it, said, "You've got the most beautiful body I ever saw. I hope my tits will look like that some day, all big and soft and firm, too. And maybe my cunt hair will grow that deep and shaggy. But I may never have long legs like yours, or develop an ass that fantastic."
Swallowing, Elizabeth murmured, 'You're stunningly lovely just the way you are, Charlene. There's something very special about you, a sensuous radiance that few women are lucky enough to possess.
The girl smiled back, and crossed her almost thin legs as she sat back upon the couch, ready to watch whatever sex acts her brothers were going to perform upon their foster mom. Elizabeth made herself look away from the compelling young body, to fix her eyes instead upon the naked boys and their wonderfully erect cocks.
Timothy approached her first, kneeling upon the rug and fondling her knees until she pushed her legs out flat and lay back, opening her thighs for the boy. Her mound was quivering In anticipation, and she could feel the warmth of the semen still held within its silken folds. She liked the juicy sensation, and the boys didn't seem to mind that her pussy wasn't squeaky clean. Timothy was already stroking the damply matted hairs and fingering over the greasy lips.
But she was expecting him to set his enlarged cock – head against her vulva, and was surprised when the boy snuggled down to kiss her thighs, to lick hotly along them and make white – hot tendrils of urgency reach longingly through her flesh. Sure, he wouldn't go down on a cunt that was practically dripping come? But evidently, Timothy didn't care about that, or perhaps even relished the additional juice, for he was soon nuzzling into her mound, and his quick tongue was busy teasing her labia.
Gasping, Elizabeth felt the boy cram his tongue deep into her drenched vagina, and he wasted no time in raking it around, then upwards to find the trembling erection of her taut clitoris. He ate pussy differently than his brother, she thought dazedly; little Timmy went at it more hungrily, almost fiercely, jabbing with his strong tongue, and using a powerful suction that peeled her cunt lips inside out into the vacuuming of his eager mouth.
She hunched to him, digging her fingernails into the carpet as her ass rolled with the arching of her back. Timothy took a firm grip under her writhing thighs, and kept them pried widely apart, so that all the tenderness of her feverish pussy was open to his searching mouth. Elizabeth forgot everything else – the boy kneeling close to them, the girl watching avidly from across the room; there was only the hotly pistoning tongue, and the sweetly paining teeth, and the fabulous siphoning that was tugging at her cunt.
Her breath hissing loudly, she fucked his adorable face with humping, grinding movements that smeared her oils over his cheeks and nose and chin, trying to sandpaper his skin with the wet hairs. He made her come swiftly, and It was as if a bomb went off within the churning depths of her flexing snatch. Jolt after jolt of hot, wet lightning flamed through her, and Elizabeth keened wordless sounds of rapture.
She was still whipping her groin back and forth when the boy took his loving mouth from her steaming mound to kiss up her trembling body, but by the time he – had fastened his lips to one of her rigid nipples, Timothy's swollen cockhead was urgently thrusting at her labia. The smeared, inflamed lips spread themselves to allow him entrance, and his flanged, spongy knob slid deliciously up into the silken clenching of her lathered vagina.
Elizabeth lifted her crotch to meet his stroking, rolling joyously upon his surging pole as she bucked her stimulated clit against the distended stem of his meat. Timothy gyrated his pelvis, making his plunging bulb probe the farthest reaches of her searing hole. She rocked deliriously upon it, letting her wild body run free to make the most erotic, abandoned movements possible.
"Sweet, deep pussy," The boy panted. "Grownup pussy, all hairy and hot, chewing on my prick. Fuck me, lady – hick me hard and mean!"
Timothy shuddered, his fingers clawing into her thighs, and his cockhead lunged spasming against her tilted cervix. Ballooning, it hosed her womb with violently bubbling liquid, the kid's entire shaft jerking and twisting. His sizzling jelly packed her cavity, salving the vaginal walls and gathering to puddle around the deeply embedded base of his ironhard prick.
She didn't mind that she hadn't been given time to come again; It was almost as good to receive his youthful semen, to luxuriate in the slippery adoration of his male vitality.
Suddenly he was gone from her, his solid cock torn from the gripping of her invigorated pussy, and Elizabeth's eyelids fluttered in disappointment, but not for long. Jody immediately took his younger brother's place between her thighs, setting his rubbery glans against her dripping labia, then burying the length of his prick into her vagina with almost the same motion.
New passions stirred within her, and she squirmed sinuously upon the working staff, meeting her lover stroke for stroke, slowly bringing her long legs up to lock them possessively about his sleek body. Yes, she thought, she would always be able to tell the difference between Jody's fucking and that of any other man. Even though Timothy delighted her, there was still something unique about the way Jody screwed, a special, corkscrewing plunge of hard meat, a certain thrilling wiggle of his ass.
His mouth found hers, and their tongues intertwined thirstily, lapping and caressing. Jody's gentle but fulfilling thrusting turned into something primitive, a solid sledging of his pelvis into hers, a hammering of his youthful crotch that axed his hard knob far up into her eagerly scissoring pussy. Elizabeth fucked him back the same way, savagely, brutally, jacking her cunt furiously around his drilling cock, her teeth raking Jody's, her fierce inhalations sucking his hot breath down into her lungs.
Straining, writhing, she damped him between her thighs and banged away at his lunging shaft until she came, and as Elizabeth reached the magic crest, she felt the spraying of her lover's semen. And in the background, she could hear the sound of applause as the girl on the couch clapped her hands.