Elizabeth was at the point where she just didn't give a damn if her husband walked in and caught her screwing. If fact, she thought, it might be a good idea – that it would solve any remaining problem about telling him what had been going on. But she didn't think he would come into the boys' room, not just after putting his hungry meat to their sister's young pussy, and Sherman certainly wouldn't go into her bedroom; he would be feeling too guilty for that. He'd probably head straight for the bar and numb his conscience.
And little Charlene would no doubt help him forget he even possessed a conscience. But Sherman would be extremely nervous, wondering if his wife might walk in on him at any time, and catch him literally with his pants down. If he only knew, she thought, and lay back on the bed to give herself up to the sensual pleasures of being caressed by two sets of deft and loving hands.
One of the boys was fondling her thighs and prying delicately into her dampened labia, while the other cupped her breasts and toyed with the erect nipples. Her belly was kissed, and her tits; sliding and nibbling and feeling, the hands and seeking mouths were all over her body – hips, thighs, nipples – and under her arms. Elizabeth's skin was taut, and her pelvis rocked gently in time with the erotic rhythm deep within her volatile body. She wondered if any woman had ever been so lucky, if any once – lonely wife her age had ever been so adored by lovers this young and eager. Only some empress, she thought, some debauched queen who could order her slaves to perform.
But these loving children were not slaves; they wanted her, needed Elizabeth as much as she desired them, and she reveled in the intensity of their emotions as she did in her own voluptuous feelings. Wriggling one at each side of her body, their heads were at her chest now, and she stroked the fine hair, then suddenly arched her back and gasped as she felt two hot mouths suctioning upon her nipples, two hands lifting the mounds, two others fondling into the spread vee of her hairy crotch.
Everything was doubled for her, the pair of stiff pricks that were nudging her hips, the hands, the pressure of bodies, the avidly licking tongues. Each sensation was multiplied twofold, and violent reactions fanned searingly through her flesh, pricking her skin and making her squirm in blind reflex.
She felt fingers delving tenderly into her warmed pussy, moving at different depths and timings, so she knew that both the boys were reaching into her vagina and teasing her ready clitoris. They worked steadily upon her breasts, too, drawing much of the rich globes into their mouths, ringing the sensitive flesh with their teeth, those agile tongues constantly lapping and tantalizing.
It could be done to and for the boys, she realized; she and Charlene could get one of those beautiful kids between them, and love either Jody or Timothy. They could love them in turn, fucking and mouthing them, bringing each boy to the quivering heights of rapture. Her hips ticktocking now and her belly rippling, Elizabeth decided the issue for Charlene and herself, knowing it would be a fabulous time for all.
And Sherman? The idea ricocheted through her head, bright and hot, and Elizabeth pictured her husband pinned between the girl and herself, writhing and moaning in a tortured kind of delight, his big cock pulsing and shaking. Why not, she thought; once they got him to accept this new and thrilling way of life, Sherman would just have to join in all the sensual games and become part of them.
Someone's hands were tugging her over onto one side, and Elizabeth turned obediently, conscious that the boys were changing positions, moving about in some pattern of their own. Whatever they had in mind for her, the results were going to be delightful; she knew that already, and easily resisted any warning click of her programmed tape. The computer itself was weak, and would soon be gone from her life, she thought.
But the cheeks of her ass quivered when she felt fingers touching into the furry cleft from behind, fingers that had been liberally smeared with some sort of grease. Her eyes came open, and Elizabeth stared into the smiling face of little Timothy. One of her legs was draped across the boy, and his distended cock was snug against her belly. So Jody was behind her, spreading that slippery stuff into the crack of her ass.
Elizabeth caught her breath when the boy gently probed the small and amazingly touchy ring of her anus, when he inserted some of the melting, oily substance into her there. Jody must have felt her shock, or the involuntary tightening of her asshole, for he soothed her, saying, "Easy, Betsy. This is going to be real good for you, for all of us. This way, you can really get fucked by both of us, at the same time."
"You – you're going to put it in me back there?" Elizabeth's voice was strained and squeaky, although she fried valiantly to control its timbre.
"It won't hurt," Jody said quietly, "if you relax and don't tighten up, Betsy. I got a jar of cream from your bathroom, and that will make my cock slide in. I'm greasing my cockhead right now, making it real slippery.
"And th – then?" she asked.
Timothy answered. "After be gets to screwing you good in the ass, I'll put my prick into your juicy pussy, and we'll fuck you together. Jody's sticking it to you first back there because his cock is smaller than mine, and you'll be able to take it easier."
It would be all right, she told herself; these precocious kids knew exactly what they were doing, and she was titillated by the idea of actually having them both simultaneously, of really enfolding their lovely shafts in the hot cavities of her body. Elizabeth forced herself to lie quietly, to stay soft and relaxed as she felt Jody's slippery glans touch between her spread cheeks. The boy's cock – head was warm as it tenderly pressed against the hairy ring of her anus, and the cream within her tube allowed the blunt tip to slowly penetrate its rubbery circle.
Timothy caressed her tits as his brother pushed steadily at her hole, and Elizabeth felt the slow stretching of membranes, the gradual insertion of the spongy glans with its hard core. Her anus expanded, grew ever wider around the insistent knob, and when Jody gave a stronger thrust, coupled with a wiggle of his pelvis, his glans slid up into the virgin territory of her tube.
She sucked breath sharply when the length of throbbing meat reached snugly into her narrow hose, and Elizabeth let out air between locked teeth as she felt the thicker base of Jody's gorged prick against the ring. It was a wildly different sensation, having her lover's shaft locked inside her ass, and she could not keep from grinding ever so slightly upon it, testing what she could do with the marvelous rod.
"Oh man," Jody sighed gustily. "Your ass is wonderful, crazy, fantastic – it's so hot and tight in there, clamping down on my prick from the head clear down to the root. Ummm, darling – easy when you wiggle like that, or I'll come before Timmy ever gets his cock in your sweet pussy.
Timothy hurried to set his own knob into the trembling lips of Elizabeth's cunt, but the boy didn't simply jab it inside her. He was gentle, easing the enlarged glans through the wet quaking of her labia and slowly up into the silken clinging of her vagina. She seemed to be stretching throughout her body, her holes expanding gleefully to encompass the fabulously exciting pricks. Now she had them both, their round poles filling any aching void, the velvet covering of them resilient over the rigid centers.
Crotches were against her, one in front and the other in back. A boy held to her waist, the other to her tensed thighs. And they were both moving, moving, their wondrous shafts sliding juicily inside her pussy, her ass. Elizabeth's fingernails dug into her palms as she luxuriated in the hot sensations, squirming restricted upon the slowly pistoning meat.
She had to grind lightly, delicately, because the boys had her pinned between them, and they seemed to be timing their strokes so that they moved almost precisely together.
"Man, man," Timothy breathed. "I can feel your balls rubbing against mine, Jody – every time you stick it up in her ass, and I slide mine inside her snatch, I can feel them."
Elizabeth could feel them, too – the wrinkled, downy sacs pressing together between her spread thighs – and her leg tightened across Timothy's body; her arms went around the slim boy, and she was kissing him then, lancing her greedy tongue deeply into his mouth. They pumped their cocks to her, heaving and burrowing them to the quivering depths of her vagina, her asshole.
There was a tremendous bursting sensation inside her body, a shattering, overwhelming climax that made her scream softly against Timothy's teeth. Her orgasm was a stunning thing, radiating from different nerve ends, from never before used tendrils of flesh and skin and bone. Elizabeth shook in the majesty of its power, her pussy clenching furiously upon Timothy's embedded prick, her anus gripping the burled shaft of his brother.
Jody moaned, and she felt a final twisting thrust as the boy flexed his greasy cockhead and released a spurting load of semen into her tight tube. The ejaculation flushed boiling through the hose of her ass, saturating the shuddering length of it.
Then Timothy grunted and corkscrewed his cockhead to the bottom of Elizabeth's pulsating cunt, to shoot his own sizzling fluids into her farthest reaches, jet after bubbling jet spattering her cervix, her vaginal walls.
Locked together, gasping and shuddering, they lay panting for breath while the whirlpool of their blazing emotions slowly subsided, diminishing only gradually. Elizabeth had never been so shaken, never so completely gratified. She held their semen jealously, wanting it to seep into every hidden crevice of her glowing body, to absorb its enchanted fluid into her bloodstream.
But all magic comes to an end, and she could not hold them forever, so she only moaned when Jody began to back his slippery rod from the suction of her asshole, and once more when Timothy withdrew his greasy staff from the clinging of her pussy. They gave Elizabeth room to roll over onto her back, and she did so limply, temporarily drained and spent. But her nipples were pulsing, and soft, warm ripples still surged gently within her snatch.
"I'm pumped dry," Jody murmured, stretching beside her and pillowing his head upon her breasts. "But now we've made it all the ways, Betsy, and we'll do It again, do it over and over, because I'll never stop wanting to fuck you."
"Me neither," Timothy commented, sitting on the side of the bed with his prick sagging in the middle. "You have to be the greatest piece of ass in the whole world for both of us. You might be a little sore in the ass right now, but later on, I need to get into you like that, too."
Eyes closed, Elizabeth lay supine, feeling and hearing but not yet able to think clearly, and Jody said, "I wonder how Charlene's getting along with Sherman."
"She's probably going down on him right now," his brother answered. "or else teaching the guy how to eat her hot little gash."
Behind her eyelids, Elizabeth tried to picture her husband's face between the girl's slender, lithe legs, his mouth buried in the lightly haired and heaving little pussy. She couldn't get the image clear, because she had never even imagined Sherman doing anything so intimate as that, giving himself up to that special kind of wild, hot freedom.
But neither could she see him stroking that red – blond hair as Charlene took his swollen cockhead into her girlish mouth. Her memories of her husband were too straight up and down, too black and white, with everything drawn in harsh, tight lines. Even though she had watched breathlessly as he fed his prick into Charlene's squirming little snatch, Elizabeth couldn't completely shake the imprint of Sherman through the long and lonely years they had spent together. Could he really let himself go and flow easily with it, giving as much or more than he might be receiving in pleasure?
Jody chuckled, and she heard him say, "It seems like an older guy gets all turned on by a young chick, just like we get horny for a beautiful older chick like Betsy here. But I don't guess that means we still can't dig screwing teenage cunts, or that Sherman won't be interested in this gorgeous, black – haired pussy right here."
"It's getting the idea," Timothy said. 'I mean, for them. You remember how scared you were, when Mom first started fucking you? I know I was plenty scared, too; I couldn't even get it up right away. But once you know it can be done and how good it is, then everything is okay."
They had covered the subject neatly, Elizabeth thought dreamily. These passionate, lovely boys simplified it, stripped away the taboos and pretensions to get at the naked truth, and all the manufactured complications vanished. She lifted herself to her elbows and looked at them, at Jody's bronzed hair, at his brother's pale blond head and reveled in their beauty.
"If my husband has succumbed to your sister's charms again," she said, "I don't think we have to worry about him messing up what we have. Sherman seemed hypnotized by her, out there by the pool, and I'm sure he can't just pass her of as a momentary diversion. He's changed from the man I knew, and Charlene is changing him more every minut0 that she's with him."
Timothy said, "I'll sneak down and see if they're still making It, okay?"
"Yes," Elizabeth agreed, "but maybe you should get dressed. We don't want to shake him up too much; he might run away and try to be logical about what's happening. Then he might be afraid to keep it up."
"I'll be cool," Timothy promised, "and if he sees me, I'll pretend I don't see him, that I'm just hunting up some lunch."
She smiled at that familiar pattern; they always got hungry after a heavy session of satisfying flicking, and there was something to keeping up everyone's strength. Elizabeth frowned then, as another thought struck her: what if Sherman in his guilt had gotten himself so smashed that he couldn't do anything with the girl? She mentioned that to Jody.
He shook his head. "We would have probably heard from her by now, if he got too stoned. Charlene would have been right up here with us; one screwing only gets that girl started good."
Elizabeth swung her long legs off the bed, pleased with their shapely smoothness, because her young lovers were excited by it, and by the rich nesting of midnight hair nestling between the plump white thighs. She felt sticky, though, and said, "I'll take a bath now, then go down and make us something to eat"
Jody said, "Okay, but we really won't keep putting it off, will we? Swinging with your old man, I mean."
"Not a minute longer than necessary," she answered, standing up and catching a glimpse of her heavy breasts bobbing twin reflections in the dresser mirror. "Today or tonight, my husband will swing with us – or he can trot right on back to his mistress, and stay there."
As Elizabeth soaked in her hot bath, she found that Timothy had been right; she was a little touchy between her cheeks, but she thought that might soon pass, and she dwelled lovingly upon the idea of taking more prick there again, maybe even her husband's big rod. How would Sherman react to seeing her grinding upon two solid young cocks? And what would he think not if, but when he watched her making It with Charlene, the girl he thought he had stolen a sneaky piece of ass from?
And she trembled in the water, seeing all of them moving together in some sinuous, twisting tangle,of warmly naked flesh, three males and a pair of eager, adoring females. Images flicked busily across her mind, and Elizabeth smiled.