Breakfast was behind them, and Elizabeth could see that her husband was suffering the effects of Charlene's subtle campaign. He couldn't keep his eyes off the girl, and kept finding excuses to touch her, but carefully and very casually, as if by accident. Elizabeth hid her smiles, but found it difficult to disguise her mounting excitement. It would be so much better, so much simpler, if Sherman would break down and lower his defenses to admit that he desired the girl, that he craved the chance to hick her.
She realized that his inward struggle must be more difficult than anything she had gone through, for she had really been given no choice she had been raped, and Sherman would never dare try that on the girl, no matter how hungry and hard his prick became. It was weird, thinking that way, picturing her husband's cock growing stiff and long, with its head swelling and that luscious droplet of clear fluid gathering upon its tip.
Always, during the long years of their loveless marriage, Elizabeth had been repelled by his prick, never looking directly at the thing, only feeling its brutal assaults and the soiling of its discharge. She had been so damned wrong, right from the beginning; they both had. Luckily, she had been rescued, and there was still hope for Sherman, since he had at least found a mistress to keep him reasonably happy.
How long had it been since he had come creeping into her bed? Several months, anyway, and she had been glad, although a little put out, to discover that Sherman was keeping a woman on the side. That way, she didn't have to put up with his pawings and juvenile fumblings. Now, she wasn't all that sure she wanted to lose her husband to another woman, and admitted that it could very well happen, if he ever got up the nerve to leave her and file for divorce. What would happen with the kids, then? Would she be allowed to keep them, in a manless home?
Damn, Elizabeth said to herself; Sherman just had to become involved in their little orgy, even if he must somehow be forced Into screwing Charlene, and she considered the possibility of a man's being raped. Difficult, she thought, but not entirely impossible, especially if he was filled with good liquor.
She heard him say, as she approached the living room, "Well, kids – is there something you want to do today? Catch a movie, visit the zoo, what?"
Charlene answered softly, "I think we'd like to take a swim in your pool, Mr. Anderson. We've never been in a private one before. But we don't have any suits."
It was the perfect cue for Elizabeth, and she said quickly, "Oh, I think it will be perfectly all right if the boys wear their shorts and you can use your undies, Charlene. Tomorrow, we'll buy swim suits for everybody. I'd like a dip myself, and how about you, Sherman?"
Her husband's eyebrows crawled up as he shot her a puzzled glance. "I – okay, I guess, if it's okay with you, Elizabeth. I mean, you re usually so – but fine, fine; why not? I'll go get into my trunks."
"I'll bring the towels," she said, and when he hurried off, winked at the kids. "Poor Sherman; I've confused him."
Laughing, Charlene said, "I know; he never thought you'd go for anybody swimming almost naked. But I don't have a bra, and yours sure won't fit me."
"Wear your teeshirt," Elizabeth suggested. "He'll be able to see right through it when it's wet, just like your panties. And before I get the towels, I'm going to mix a big pitcher of martinis, double strong. You kids whip on out to the pool and jump In."
"Great," Jody said, "'and I guess we leave them alone there, after awhile, when he's smashed?"
"I can't think of anything better," Elizabeth nodded, and sped to the bar to pour gin and vermouth; she was heavy-handed with the gin bottle. Smiling, knowing small, sharp darts of anticipation, she realized that she was looking forward to the coming seduction for more reasons than simply the one for keeping the children with her. She wanted to see Charlene take on her husband, wanted to watch Sherman's hardened cock work its way into the tiny, soft lips of the girl's exquisite pussy. Then she would be sure that he was still a man, and perhaps more of a man than he had ever been, at least with his own wife.
Scooping towels from the linen closet, she balanced the pitcher of martinis atop them, and carried it all out to poolside and.a table there. Her own swim suit hung rarely used in the cabana, and she went in to change, waving at the kids already splashing happily in the water. The one-piece suit didn't make her look good at all, and she smoothed ineffectually at its shapelessness before giving up. Tomorrow, a bikini, she promised herself.
Sherman was dangling his legs in the water as she came out, and she had forgotten how hairy her husband was. The brown fur spread all across his wide chest and down his relatively flat belly into his trunks; there was more curling hair along his inner thighs and thick along his calves. She had to admit that he had kept himself in good shape, and scanned him with a quickened interest. He really was good – looking, and maybe he could be sensuous. If they were all lucky, maybe they would soon find out.
Charlene swam over to him and tugged at his legs while he grinned down at her and allowed the girl to pull him into the water. First move, Elizabeth thought, seeing how Charlene clung to him and the way she was using her legs. Elizabeth slid into the pool and lolled there until the boys splashed around her. They squealed and played crazy games, and under the – water, Jody would press against her ass, while Timothy caressed her hidden pussy or cupped one full breast.
Across the pool, Charlene lifted herself out of the water, and sat posed like a piquant fairy upon the tile, one slender leg bent, leaning back upon her braced hands so that her small tits were starkly outlined by the wet clinging of her teeshirt. Elizabeth could see the erect little nipples standing out pertly, and the definite shaping of Charlene's saucy mound through the soaked panties.
Sherman was fascinated; he made an obvious effort to stop staring at the girl, but his eyes kept drifting back to her, and Charlene changed position to give him a better look, letting him see the shading of her plastered-down pubic hair.
Elizabeth could see the rise and fall of her husband's thatched chest, and knew that he was feeling the sensual heat that radiated from the girl's delectable young flesh, that he was mesmerized by the pure and demanding sexuality that flowed from her pores, She also knew that Sherman was wishing the rest of them would just disappear, but that wasn't possible.
She got out of the water and poured drinks, handing a glass down to him as Charlene lay back to soak up some sun. He tore his eyes from the reclining figure and sighed as he tossed off the strong martini Elizabeth poured him another. He gave up trying to see the entrance of the girl's beckoning pussy and sat on the tiles to finish his second drink.
"Here's to our entire new family," Elizabeth toasted, taking a swallow.
"Yes," Sherman agreed, his eyes straying again, and she thought he was trying to conceal a hand-on, by crossing his legs. Was his throttled prick even larger than she had remembered? Elizabeth couldn't tell, but she did feel sorry for him now, and hoped that they could hurry through this charade, so he could have what he so urgently required.
The boys were smart, keeping out of things, yelling and ducking each other, acting like any healthy, Innocent kids their age. Elizabeth silently thanked them for their play acting, and poured more drinks. She was already feeling what she'd downed, and poured one drink into the pool while her husband had his head turned. His face was flushed now, and he kept licking at his lips, a, sure sign that the alcohol was coursing strongly through his body.
Charlene chose that particular moment, timing it perfectly, to stand up and stretch, moving her arms high above her head and bending backward at the waist. The movement threw all her supple hills and lean curves into bold proportion, snapping Sherman's eyes around to her like overstrained rubber bands. Elizabeth saw her husband take a deep breath and hold it. When he at last let it go, she refilled his glass.
Then she said, "I'm really not used to the sun, and it's given me a headache. I think I'll go lie down."
"Yeah," he muttered. "Sorry, dear." He didn't stop looking at the girl.
With a motion of her head, Elizabeth signaled to the boys to leave the pool, and, tacitly, they obeyed, trotting into the cabana to dry off. They didn't have erections, she noticed, but thought that Sherman wouldn't have assimilated the fact if they had: he was too wrapped up in the alluring compulsion of the tender body exposed for his Inspection. Charlene might as well have been stark naked, for all the covering the wet clothing gave her.
The martini pitcher was almost empty as Elizabeth carried it back into the house. When she put it on the table, the boys came skipping in, their hair still damp and their eyes dancing.
Jody said quickly, "We told him we were going to the drugstore for some candy bars and things, maybe to look over some comic books, so he'd figure we'd be gone a long time. Long enough for him to get into Charlene's young cunt, anyway. He really looks turned on."
"He could pole vault clear over the pool," Timothy chuckled.
And Jody said again, "Our rooms look out over the pool. Are you coming up there to watch it with us, Betsy?"
The alcohol was buzzing in her head, and she grinned lopsidedly. "Wouldn't miss it, but I need a few seconds to peel out of this wet suit."
"Come on in naked," Timothy suggested. "It'll be more fun that way."
Elizabeth hurried into her bath and climbed out of the suit. The dampness of her skin felt exciting, and there were little prickles along its surface. She shook her hair free of the rubber cap and patted herself with a towel before going quickly down the hallway and into Jody's room.
The kids were shrewd; they had the drapes drawn, so that in case Sherman looked up and checked, he wouldn't see anything suspicious. Feeling like a conspirator, Elizabeth edged her nude body between their equally naked ones and peeped through the curtains, looking down at the pool area.
There below, Charlene Goodall was doing a slow strip, peeling out of the wet teeshirt with graceful, tantalizing motions, and, when the girl dropped the garment, the sun gleamed from the beguiling mounds of her budding breasts, from the coral tips so erect and appealing. Elizabeth saw her husband sitting transfixed, his fingers digging into his hairy, muscled thighs as he watched.
Charlene stood proudly, – a slim and vivid picture of young and sensual beauty, her thin legs apart and her hips thrust forward aggressively. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic tops of her panties, and stared into Sherman's eyes as she pulled them down.
Lifting one smooth leg at a time, the girl removed her panties and discarded them. Straightening, she posed arrogantly, running her hands suggestively over her thighs, her narrow hips, sliding them over her belly and playing the fingertips into the downy scattering of her dark red pubic hair.
Charlene wet her mouth with the tip of a darting pink tongue, and Elizabeth could hear the husky tone of the girl's voice as she said, "Well, Mr. Anderson? Do you like me? Do you dig my body?"
He gulped "L – look, kid – you'd better get some clothes on, before my wife – "
"She's napping," Charlene purred, "and the boys are gone out. That just leaves you and me, mister – you and me. I could see that you've been trying to hide that hard – on for half art hour now. So you must like me. The question is, are you going to do anything about it?"
Sherman said jerkily, "You – you're just a child, and I – somebody might see us – you – "
The girl swayed toward him, sliding her thighs together and rolling her hips enticingly, a lovely little nymph intent upon her prey. Upstairs at the window, Elizabeth and the boys gazed raptly down at the unfolding scene as Charlene edged closer to the sitting man. Now her glistening mound caught the sunlight, reflected from the symmetrically curled hairs, and she was holding it only inches from Sherman's face.
"I'll bet your prick is so hard that it's hurting," she murmured. "Are you going to go hide somewhere and jack off, or are you going to put that big cock into this hot little pussy of mine?"
The sound he made then was partly strangled and partly a sob. Sherman's heavy arms flashed up and encircled the girl's body as he buried his face against the silken skin of her flat belly. Charlene cupped his head with her small hands and rocked her body back and forth in the oldest and most feminine of rhythms. She leaned against him, and Sherman splayed his fingers over the delectable sculpture of her trim ass.
For a tense moment, Elizabeth thought that her husband was going to feast upon the girl's intriguing cant, that in a single, shattering second, he had thrown away all his reservations and turned himself into a hungrily dominant male. But it didn't happen then, as Charlene sank upon him, forcing him to lie back upon the wet tiles, her lithe body wriggling over the man as her quick, deft hands worked at his swim trunks.
They were still around one leg, hanging down at his left ankle when his released cock sprang upward like an uncoiling spring, but bigger, thicker, heavier. Elizabeth pulled in a sharp breath as she got her first clear look at her husband's engorged prick. It was beautiful, she saw, the swollen veins a darker network around the stiff shaft, the head dark and polished. Maybe it was bigger than Timothy's young pole; she couldn't tell.
"Far out," Charlene hissed, kneeling spread – legged over his supine body and handling Sherman's distended prick, running her agile fingers over its length and heft, fanning them across the straining cockhead. "Big and hard, man – I'll have to take my time, getting all this meat up into my little snatch."
Wide and hairy, with that stiff club standing tall, Sherman said nothing, but his eyes were fixed upon the conning nest between the girl's slender thighs. They all watched intently as Charlene gently lowered her dainty crotch upon the bulging glans, and rolled her ass to settle the tip into the tiny labia. They could hear the man gasp as he felt the fiery softness of that mini – pussy, and they saw the girl squirm upon the knob, forcing it to contract, making her labia expand to take it in.
Charlene brought more weight to bear, shifting her sleek hips and biting her lips as the swollen bulb began to slowly pierce her narrow opening. The tip vanished, and with an agile twist the girl sucked the rest of the cockhead inside her pouting little cunt.
"Ahhh" she hissed. "Oh yeah, man – that's much better; that's so good, so terrific – oh, oh! I can feel that solid meat sliding on up and up – and up – oh wow – it's packing my vagina, baby, filling my pussy with nice, hard cock."
And it was really happening, Elizabeth saw with wide eyes; her husband's swollen shaft was slipping out of sight within that dainty vagina, until Charlene's exquisitely shaped ass came down to rest against the furry sac of his balls. Panting, the girl bent her body forward to lessen the pressure of Sherman's dilated cockhead against her cervix, for it had certainly touched bottom. Now she was rotating that lovely ass, swinging it in short circles that ground her tight pussy all over the man's embedded pole.
"Now we're fucking," Charlene gasped. "So much meat – fucking and fucking – "
Sherman clung to the cheeks of the delicate ass, hiking his pelvis just a little, and was very gentle with the motions, as if he was afraid he might rip the fragile lining of the child's superb pussy. But Charlene wasn't as careful or possibly she was in much better control, for she began to surge greedily, twisting her crotch and humping along the big prick sliding greasily within the clenching of her volatile snatch. She was pumping hard then, plowing the man's club back and forth into her flaming body, raking his stem into the intensely vibrant nubbin of her clitoris.
Sherman couldn't take that much longer, Elizabeth thought, and became conscious of hands upon the cheeks of her own ass, of eager fingers playing hopscotch over her buttocks and down into the cleft. But like her, the boys were concentrating upon the screwing below, as they watched their younger sister avidly riding the prick of their foster father.
Elizabeth was right; her husband's legs jerked and he suddenly rammed his cock home to the hilt inside that surging, wringing cunt. Sherman's balls climbed upward and contracted; he moaned hoarsely and cupped the girl's churning ass as he came.
"Hot and juicy!" Charlene cried out. "Rich and creamy – shooting all through my pussy – uh – uh – uh – keep fucking, man – keep right on pouring that dripping prick to me, because I'm going to come too!"
The girl's legs stiffened out and she clawed at his hairy chest, biting at the base of his corded throat. Elizabeth's hands found a pair of hard cocks, and she wrapped her fingers tightly about them, realizing that her husband was pumping his bubbling semen into Charlene's rioting pussy, and that the girl was also straining in a magnificent climax.
The two figures below stopped moving, clamped together in a frantic stasis, joined by the oils of Charlene's cunt and the thicker juices pumped up from Sherman's testicles. Briefly, crazily, Elizabeth wondered if her husband's mistress had ever given him a better piece of ass. But she wasn't jealous of him now, not even of the time and loving he gave to that other woman. Elizabeth had been taught to go beyond jealousy, thus discovering where true and honest passion waited.
She drifted back from the window, feeling almost like an intruder, holding to the pair of stiffened boyish cocks and bring the kids with her. "Let's leave them alone," she whispered. "Sherman will come to himself in a minute or two, and be shocked at what he's done; he'll also want to get out of sight before he's seen by anyone."
They came with her to Jody's bed, and she sank upon it, fondling their shafts as they stood before her. Jody laid then, "Yeah, I guess he'll be kind of shook up, but he ought to get over that idea pretty soon. I mean, Charlene won't let him be now; she was really digging that big cock Inside her, and she acts like she's hooked on it. How are you going to tell him that you know about him screwing her?"
Elizabeth shook her head. "I don't know yet, but he's taken the first step toward really joining the rest of us, and my husband won't be able to back out now."
"I figure he'll hit the bar," Timothy said. "And that'll give us time for fucking."
She lay back on the bed and spread her lush thighs. 'Tm ready, you lovely, horny boys. Come on and put it to me, one at a time or both together."