They finally separated just in time for everyone to clean up before dinner, and Elizabeth hurried through her bath in order to get things together in the kitchen. She was halfway through preparing the meal when Charlene came down to help, and, between them, they managed to get a reasonably creditable dinner upon the table before Elizabeth's husband got home.
She was wobbly in the knees and a teeny bit tires from the almost continuous fucking she'd had throughout the day, and so many blistering orgasms had sapped some of her strength. Masking her unease, she performed the expected ritual at the door when Sherman arrived, holding up her cheek for his cool peck, and taking his hat and briefcase.
In the foyer, he said, "Did It really go all right with the kids? They make me feel a little uncomfortable in my own house, you know. It wouldn't have been nearly so upsetting with just one, but to take them all in – "
"They're a family," Elizabeth hissed warningly, "and now I'm one of them. I simply won't have us split up, Sherman."
He shrugged and slipped out of his jacket. "Oh come on; you can't have gotten that close to them already. You always dramatize things, my dear."
"I'm close," she said. "I'm very close to them." She wished she could tell her husband just how close; Sherman would have a stroke if she did, if she just came right out and said, look here, you big stuffed shirt – I'm flicking both these horny boys, and they're both going down on me; I'm also eating their luscious young pricks, Sherman – and what the hell do you think of them apples?
Turning away from him, Elizabeth chewed her lips to keep from being overcome by hysterical giggles and preceded her husband into the dining room, where the children (children!) waited. She saw right away that he didn't even have their names straight yet, that he was covering the lack with that phony bluff heartiness which made him a success in business.
The boys greeted him politely, all scrubbed and wearing their most innocent faces, and Elizabeth noticed that the girl had picked a seat next to him at the table. She worried a little about that, and hoped that Charlene wouldn't do anything to startle Sherman. The girl's aura of sexuality was very noticeable, and the way she was hanging onto every word he uttered should have been obvious to the man, but Sherman seemed to bask in the attention.
Passing dishes around, Elizabeth realized that Charlene had a basic, unabashed femaleness she must have been born with. Her skin was radiant, and her eyes soft; there was a subtle hint of sexuality around the rosebud mouth, and every small movement of the slim body was a study in artistry. Sherman was impressed, and spent most of the meal talking with the girl.
Catching Elizabeth's eye, Jody winked, and she saw Timothy grinning down into his plate. They knew what their sister was doing, that she was spreading the silken net for this unwary man, scenting the trap with promise and baiting it with her youth. It might just work out, Elizabeth thought; Sherman might actually be male enough to succumb to the girl's wiles – if he could shake free of his uptight morality.
By the time they had finished dessert, Sherman was expansive, telling corny little jokes, and Elizabeth found herself listening, even smiling. She wished that her husband could be like this more often, and she began to understand something of what Charlene saw in him. Sherman could be attractive; he was big and strong looking, tall, and with a wide, muscular chest He had good shoulders and even features, and was now flashing a quick, bright smile.
But she knew him differently, as the shamed man sneaking quick and uncaring sex in the dark, rabbit fast and rabbit scared. Elizabeth wondered about the girl he keeping, if she was young and lovely, if she merely up with Sherman's fucking because he was paying the bills, or if she really cared for him and enjoyed the screwing. Elizabeth felt a quick twinge of something, certainly not jealousy, as she thought he might have improved his technique, and she admitted reluctantly that her own previous frigidity might have had something to do with both of their joyless sex lives.
"Well," he said, pushing back his coffee cup. "I guess were going to be a happy family. Since tomorrow is Sunday and I'm not going in to work, maybe we can find something fun to do together. Then we'll have to see about getting all of you Into school."
The boys said something about being kind of draggy, and went upstairs to bed, but Charlene lingered, to help with the cleanup. Elizabeth saw her husband's eyes stroking the girl's narrow hips and very slim legs, saw his glance feeling over the small, high breasts. He even came in to help with the dishes, not wanting Charlene to vanish, too. The girl was cool about it, teasing and sending out those deliberately sensuous signals, but not doing anything overt. She played shy at moments, but she also brushed her hip accidentally against Sherman's thigh, or touched his bare forearm with her bra – less breast when she leaned across him to put a dish away.
Sherman was sweating, Elizabeth saw, his face red under the tan, and she thought she could make out a suspicious bulge in the front of his pants, but she wasn't certain about that part. But she could see that he was obviously disappointed when Charlene said goodnight and tripped off to bed, her beguiling little ass swaying voluptuously.
"She's quite a kid," he said when the girl was gone.
"So are the boys," Elizabeth answered. "Do you want a drink or anything?"
"I guess not. It's been a long day at the office, and I guess I'll turn in early, too. Say – I'm glad it's working out. With the kids, I mean."
"Yes," she said, "it's working out quite well." She lay in bed with a book, but not able to concentrate, often reading the same paragraph over and over. The sheets were cool and clean against her bare skin, for Elizabeth had decided to sleep in the nude. Yet she was restless, fretting about the involvement of her husband in this new and revitalizing life she had discovered. Worrying over the possible consequences of Sherman being horrified, and striking out blindly In hurt and embarrassment. He could ruin everything, if he didn't cooperate,.if he refused to understand and accept a complete honesty.
Turning off the bed lamp, she tossed restlessly and wished she had taken a drink or two to help her sleep. She was still wide awake when her bedroom door opened quietly, then closed again. Sitting up and clutching the sheet to her breasts, she whispered, "Sherman?"
The figure flitted through darkness and she thought it was Jody, or more likely the impetuous Timothy, taking a chance to be with her. The bed sagged a bit under slight weight, and a small hand felt out in the blackness to find her cheek.
"No," Charlene murmured, "it's me."
The girl slid beneath the sheet, and Elizabeth felt a tingle against her thigh as warm skin brushed there. Charlene was also naked. "Charlene – what – "
"Shhh; I think your old man has just zonked, and I'm sure both the boys are crashed."
There was a distinct shock as the girl turned and put her arms around Elizabeth, an electrical jolt when the small breasts burrowed their hard points Into Elizabeth's big soft mounds. She could feel the whole slim length of Charlene's willowy body against her own, the skin impossibly smooth and silken, warmed by mysterious inner flames. The fiat belly moved, and there was the thrusting of a dainty, feathered crotch, a resilience of the tiny pussy like damp velvet.
Charlene's breath stirred Into Elizabeth's ear: "I was lonely. I kept thinking about how you fucked my brothers today, how beautiful you are, and I just had to come to you."
Tentatively, hesitantly, Elizabeth put her arms around the girl, meaning to comfort her, soothe her perhaps, then send her back to her own bed. Charlene's hair touched her nose, smelling fresh and faintly scented and very young, very soft. Charlene's warm breath tickled along her neck and Into her ear, sending quick responsive shivers down Elizabeth's spine. The trim, lithe body moved against her with a serpentine rolling of sleek hips and slender legs, with a soft but growing urgency that communicated itself to something burled deeply within Elizabeth.
No, she thought frantically – oh, no! This was against all concepts of morality, new and old, and her mind struggled with the idea, rejecting It as Impossible, but the lovely young body was moving, nestling, snuggling, and Charlene's skin felt heated, felt like burnished satin, and the tingle of her pubic hair was provoking.
Once she would have also rejected the merest hint of laying a sixteen – year – old boy, of laying anyone, really. Now she not only accepted that, and more – since she had been a willing participant in group sex, too – but she had been seriously thinking of getting her husband involved. If a mental housecleaning was going on, shouldn't she also at least try to sweep out all the dark corners, and give this new situation a chance?
Maybe she had no choice, for her flesh was being aroused, and that inner turmoil was growing ever stronger. When Charlene's small hands strayed up and down the curve of her back, Elizabeth trembled and the motion rubbed her hardening nipples back and forth over the girl's small, firm breasts.
Then Charlene's caressing fingers were fluttering over the rich curvings of Elizabeth's ass, stroking ever so lightly, ever so teasingly, and the tremors turned into earthquakes. Elizabeth couldn't help herself, didn't want to resist, and in turn, she drew her hands along the slowly twisting length of that lean and thrillingly volatile young body. The girl's lips were against Elizabeth's throat, soft and exploring, moving up along the jaw line and to the ear.
Elizabeth flinched at the hot probe that reached into her ear, and found her hands tightening upon the slimly sculptured mounds of Charlene's buttocks. Their breasts were mashed together, throbbing one to the other, resilient flesh to flesh, sending messages that only another woman could possibly decipher.
The girl's lips were sliding across her cheek, and touched the corner of her mouth. Charlene's lips were vibrant, mobile, spiced by the wholesome sweetness of her breath, and she placed them gently upon Elizabeth's. Parting, trembling, a dainty tongue sought comfort in Elizabeth's mouth, and she welcomed the honeyed exploring. The first curling against her own tongue sent flashes of liquid flame exploding through her body, and her arms tightened convulsively around Charlene's ticktocking form. The furry little mound squeezed Into her much hairier, much riper pussy, and soon they were stroking together there, moving their humid cunt lips back and forth and across.
It was different, and it was wondrously excliting, yet it was frustrating, for Elizabeth needed penetration, craved something to fill the aching void of her vagina and to fondle the throbbing alertness of her awakened clitoris. And she strove for more pressure, parting her thighs and using her hands to urge the girl's thrusting pussy harder against her own eager vulva. She felt something marvelously soft and quivering, an anxious pushing that made her own clit leap in answer, and Charlene moaned into her mouth, the girl's hot breath quickening.
Could their clits be touching? Something was massaging Elizabeth's hungry seat of passion, and her fucking movements were becoming more pronounced with every stroke.
"Th – that's it!" Charlene panted against her lips. "Oh yeah, Betsy – that's the way. I think we can make it like this, if you'll roll over and hike your pussy up at mine – "
Elizabeth turned onto her back, holding the girl tightly within her arms, sliding her deep tits over the hard, young knobs, passing her belly across Charlene's. Now her legs were opened to their fullest extent, and she jammed her cunt up against the girl's little snatch, grinding it into the giving, avid dampness, bucking her clit into something that was stimulating it with every lascivious thrust.
Charlene got her hands under Elizabeth's surging ass to grip the mellow cheeks, and tore her mouth away to seek a distended nipple with suctioning lips. Elizabeth's back arched convulsively and she pressed the girl's face hard into her heaving tits. Humping and lifting, she found herself being fucked – strangely, weirdly, and without depth, but fucked nevertheless. She rolled her ass and used both hands to help drive Charlene's pistoning cunt more fiercely against her own.
"We're really screwing," Charlene gasped, hammering her mound into Elizabeth's. "Oh baby, we're really going to make it. I can feel my clit going crazy – oh – oh! Fuck me, you beautiful, hot bitch – hick me until I – oohh! Ahhh, it's happening, happening! I'm going to come, Betsy come!"
Elizabeth strained to reach the dizzying heights with the girl she was flicking, driving her steaming mound frantically into the other, and as Charlene shuddered to orgasm, she was only a few hammering seconds behind. Her own climax was marvelous, a deeply gratifying and all – enveloping ecstasy that first snapped her flesh taut, then slowly relaxed It in an all – pervading warmth.
They held to each other, their hips moving sensuously, their crotches glued together by their seeping juices, hot and slippery. They kissed, but softly and adoringly, without a blazing of need. Charlene cupped Elizabeth's mature breasts, fingering the nipples, and Elizabeth reached for the girl's, taking another woman's tits into her hands for the first time. There were a bewildering number of firsts happening to her, she thought, and wondered if there could possibly be more, if there were still new erotic discoveries to be made.
She had fucked two boys and a girl now, and there was no way she would allow herself to be shamed by the experiences; if it was perverted to love a boy's hard cock with her mouth and tongue, then so be it. Bitter and frustrated Elizabeth Anderson would accept the label gladly. And she supposed that, if people knew, they would also call her names for sharing her body and emotions with this lovely girl. That didn't shake her, either; she wanted to shout her joy from the housetops.
Into the valley of Elizabeth's breasts, Charlene murmured, "I hope I didn't make too much noise. We don't want to wake up your old man, and make him wonder what's going on."
Petting the girl's silken hair, Elizabeth said, "No, we p don't. And I'm happy you didn't try to hurry things with Sherman; he might be panicked."
Charlene slid a little lower down Elizabeth's body, nuzzling along her rib cage. "Oh, he was about ready, I think. I was really teasing hell out of the poor guy, and I'll be the went to bed with a hard on. Kind of hate to think of that; it seems like an awful waste."
"You can work on him some more tomorrow," Elizabeth suggested. "My husband likes to have a few drinks on any weekend, and if he gets pretty high, we'll leave you alone with him, and see what happens."
"Good," Charlene purred, "I'm looking forward to trying out a new prick." She kissed Elizabeth's upper belly, and slid still farther down.
Elizabeth knew a warning twinge of trepidation, and drew a shaky breath. This was the way the boys had started, when they were about to go down on her; did Charlene have that in mind, too? It might be totally different, when one woman did that to another, and Elizabeth wasn't at all certain she wanted to find out. But the girl's mouth was warmly tantalizing, and her lips were eager, moving back and forth over her tummy, as Charlene's fingers roamed over her hips and thighs.
Then, angling away from Elizabeth, the girl moved her body away, and Elizabeth let go with genuine regret. But Charlene didn't stop kissing her belly, and now the child's fingers were teasing into her mound, playing with the pubic hair, toying along the quivering labia. Elizabeth felt the wealth of Charlene's hair over her tummy, and the stirring of hot breath into the curly edges of her upper mound. She winced at the touch of the girl's tongue, and her buttocks tightened.
"Never tasted a pussy before," Charlene sighed, "except in a secondhand way, when one of the boys kissed me after he finished eating mine. But I always wanted to, especially after watching Timmy go down on you today."
She eased her mouth down, her cheek sliding along Elizabeth's torrid mound, then turned her face so that she could comfortably use her tongue upon the heated cunt lips. Elizabeth quivered, went stiff in programmed reflex, then softened. She wanted to hold the girl, caress her in turn, but the angle of their bodies was all wrong for that, and, helplessly, she surrendered to the loving licks of Charlene's active tongue.
The girl went directly to the most sensitive point, burrowing her avid tongue into the clitoral hood and bringing the little nubbin out of hiding right away. Sucking upon the pussy lips, she drew them into her teeth, rolling them so that the clit was exposed to the lively ministrations of her drilling tongue. Hot jolts shot through Elizabeth's vagina, and she could feel the strange flexing of her asshole.
Blindly, her arms reached out on either side of her writhing body, and one of them fell across Charlene's knees. Tightening it, she brought the girl's legs closer, until she could kiss the silken kneecaps.
Charlene wiggled nearer, and before Elizabeth fully realized what was happening, the girl had lifted one thigh over her head, bringing it gently down against her cheek. She could scent the musky perfume of Charlene's pussy then, and feel the silken skin of the slender thighs. She moved between them, her fingers playing over the sleekly shaped ass cheeks.
The girl was plunging her tongue deeply into Elizabeth's raging pussy then, eating and chewing and making the clit leap violently. Elizabeth pushed out her tongue and touched it to the downy, thrilling hairs of Charlene's cunt, and after that, there was no more hesitation, only an eager, hungry burrowing that had her covering the entire hotly pulsating mound with her mouth.
It tasted of wildfire and liquid promises; it was flavored with secret oils and spiced by enchanted ointments. Elizabeth licked over the throbbing pussy lips, and shoved her inexperienced tongue slickly between them. Probing the tiny vagina, she learned the wet feel of the intimate linings, and when she sucked the lips into her own, she discovered the delicious seepage.
Swallowing greedily, Elizabeth began to lap avidly, finding the miniature clitoris and adoring it hotly, ravenously. Charlene churned her crotch and rolled her pelvis; the small, slender ass pivoted in Elizabeth's hands. She was dimly aware that she was making the same sinuous movements, that she was feeding her flaming snatch into the girl's mouth, even as she ate blissfully.
Elizabeth groaned as she came, her thighs convulsing and her vagina seething as the clit volcanoed rivulets of searing lava. She groaned again as she felt the dynamic churning of Charlene's pelvis and the spasmed fluctuations so deep within her pussy. They had matched their orgasms, and the mutual ecstasy was a thing of bright beauty. Melting, savoring the sugared flow of vaginal juices Into her mouth, Elizabeth clung to her newest love, her heart making a special thunder to match the pulses racing in her wrists and throat.
She didn't want to take her mouth away, and Charlene didn't try to move, either. After awhile, their tongues seemed to move of their own volition, softly and adoringly, exploring the sweet cavities and finding spots they had not searched before. Only one woman could know another woman's tenderest places, Elizabeth thought, and squirmed delightedly as she gave in turn every thrilling emotion she was receiving. Yet they did not make love the same way; each had her own technique, using a m6uth differently here, twisting a tongue separately there, and their surgings were Individual responses keyed to their own stimulation.
It was a long, slow and loving process this time, a tender drawn – out teasing that only gradually become a special torture. Then they moved their crotches quicker, even though they tried to prolong their lovemaking, to keep it going forever and ever. But every ganglion of their intertwined bodies was aroused, tormented beyond endurance, and they could not resist the nova that scattered dripping stars through their flexing cunts. They came and came again, wriggling and gasping, wheeling their asses and pumping their bellies until the white hot fury died.
Elizabeth found herself drifting into sleep, her face still clasped gently by the slender thighs of the girl, and with Charlene's breath yet stirring against her slowly drying mound. She thought hazily of her passionate new family, and included her husband.