Chapter 12
I don't know how long we lay there together, Charlie and me tucked between the thighs of our women, because time seemed to tiptoe past us in a rosy haze. But finally Betty said gently that we should break apart, so I lifted myself from her warm body and sat down on the side of the bed, very close to the kid and his mother. Carolyn stirred, also, and smiled drowsily as my wife leaned over to kiss her gently upon the mouth.
Then my wife said, "Let's you and I talk it over, Carolyn.”
"I'd like that," Carolyn answered. "Charlie, darling-”
The boy wiggled his prick into his mom's pussy, and slowly, regretfully withdrew it; glistening juice followed the drooping cockhead, and I thought that at last Charlie had been at least partly burned down, throwing that last thunderous load into his mom's writhing snatch. He was ready for a break, too, but he looked a little punchy as he climbed off the bed, somewhat bewildered when he rocked erect and blinked around at the rest of us, as if he was awakening from a dream.
"Come on, son," I said, taking him by the shoulder, "let's you and me leave these beautiful women alone for awhile.”
Without protest, the kid followed me from the room, and we walked naked down the hallway to the kitchen. There's always a coffee pot on the stove at our house, so I poured cups of the strong stuff for both of us, but laced mine with a generous dollop of bourbon. Charlie still had a blank look in his eyes as we sat across from each other at the table. After a couple of sips, he perked up and looked at me.
"I fucked her," he breathed. "Rich, I really fucked my mom.”
"You sure as hell did," I said, "but it wasn't one-sided. She screwed you back just as hungrily. We don't have to worry about your mother hassling anyone from now on; she's one of us. You and I have two wives apiece, buddy.”
He grinned. "Yeah, that's right. Only ifs a little better for me, because one of them is my mom. Man, what a pussy she has. It kind of gobbles down of my prick and wiggles so nice. Oh wow; I want to eat into that sweet pussy and make her come and come and just keep coming.”
I drank my spiked coffee and said, "Shell want to do the same to you, Charlie, Your mother loves to eat on a cock as much as Betty does, and yours will be real special to her.”
"I don't want to be greedy," he said. "Now that I know what's it like to actually get my prick into her gorgeous pussy, and how she moves on it, and how she grinds that wild ass, and what it feels like to shoot off into her—well, I want you to get all the fucking you want from my mom, too.”
"Sure; no sweat there. And now that she's not all uptight about screwing you, or having you see her fuck somebody else, Carolyn won't be shy any more. I think she's ready to swing any way the rest of us are.”
The kid glanced down the hall at the bedroom. "I wonder what they're talking about in there—us?”
"And themselves," I said. "Woman talk, justifying everything so far, and probably doing a little sneaky planning for the future." Then I thought of something else, the closeness of my wife and Carolyn Jessup, even before we had started balling each other, and I had a hunch they were doing more than simply talking. I lifted an eyebrow at the kid and said, "How do you feel about Betty and your mother making it together?”
Charlie blinked. "You mean, make love to each other?”
"Yeah," I answered, stimulated by the image I was conjuring up inside my head.
"Great," the boy said. "I mean, why not? If it makes them happy, it'll just spread the love. Hey—you mean, you think they might be balling right now?”
I put down my coffee cup. "Let's go see.”
The door to the bedroom little Kim Jessup was using was still closed, and I could hear no movement beyond it as her brother and I went past. I thought of the trim, delectable, schoolgirl body in there, warm beneath the sheet, and wondered if the kid slept bare-assed, or if she might wear one of those mini-nighties that only came down to her upper thighs. I hadn't said anything yet to Charlie or his mother about getting Kim's cherry, but I knew there couldn't be any hang-up about that now—unless it was with the girl herself.
My wife and Carolyn were still on the bed, but with their nudely glistening bodies forming a right angle. Betty was kissing 'the inner smoothness of the other woman's long, slim thighs, and running her soft hands lightly over the trembling mounds of Carolyn's beguilingly shaped ass. We'd gotten here just in time, Charlie and me, to see the beginning of their love making. I sat down in a chair, while he kneeled beside the bed.
One of Carolyn's long legs was lifted and bent at the knee, the other lying flat, so that Betty would have plenty of room to get at the openly exposed brush gleaming between the sleek thighs so bronzed and damply appealing. I stared at them, and thought that if someone had told me only a few days back that I would be seeing my own wife preparing to eat into another woman's pussy, I'd have either laughed like hell or belted the person in the mouth. Now I sat leaning forward, entranced by the picture, a fresh arousal moving through my groin and beginning to pump new strength, into the limpness of my sagging prick.
Betty's face slid nearer to that fabulous, shaggy crotch, and her pink tongue licked upward, touching into the golden fleece, Carolyn's body trembled, her hips going tense and her belly rippling in anticipation of what was to come. She had only had her cunt eaten once before, by me, but I thought that one woman might very well know better how to manipulate another woman's pussy.
My wife suddenly moaned and plunged her mouth into the padded carpeting of Carolyn's mound, one set of lips crushing another pair, and Betty's hands found places to grip—one along the supine thigh, the other into the joining of a hip. She ate voraciously into the woman's palpitating vagina, forcing a hiss of sharply released breath from between Carolyn's clenched teeth.
Betty was eating and using her adept tongue inside the silken clinging of that cunt, burrowing her mouth deeply, sucking and nibbling, and Carolyn writhed in tortured heavings, gently pumping her bearded crotch into my wife's face, her fingers raking into the twisted sheet and her golden head thrown back.
I caught a glimpse of Charlie's face and saw the intentness there, the total engrossment as he watched his mother's lovely cunt being eaten by my wife. And Betty was throwing herself into the act with wholehearted dedication, discovering a new thrill for herself as she chewed into that savory, flowing pussy, giving a matchless intimate adoration and receiving in turn the feedback of Carolyn's squirming passion.
Charlie got up from his knees and moved to the bed, hesitating a moment there as he stared down at the naked women, then moving around to the other side before crawling up to join them. Sitting with his legs tucked under his buttocks, he slid a hand beneath his mother's head and lifted it to his lap. The boy's stiff prick was standing pine tree tall, its head smeared with a dribble of warm lubrication, and he pressed the rigid shaft against the curve of her cheek.
The woman's eyes flew open as she felt that first touch, of cock, and Carolyn snuggled to it, her hands dipping between her son's thighs and curling about the sack of his refilled balls. My own shaft swelled itself, reached out its greedy head as I watched this new joining. Charlie was about to have his mom go down on his young cock while my wife continued to delve lasciviously into the woman's feverish vagina, her tongue drilling up into the clitoral hood now.
Carolyn drew her lips up her son's veined and pulsing shaft, nicking her tongue out when she came to the underside of the flanged knob, and I remembered the thrill that tongue had given me.
It was shaking up Charlie, too. The boy was quaking as his mother fastened her loving mouth over his cockhead, and his fingers curled in the scented wealth of her sunshine hair. He had been into her forbidden pussy, ejaculating his newfound manhood there, and now he was experiencing the rapture of her mouth around his prick, the tantalization of her fondling tongue and the loving suction there. Charlie was in heaven, gasping with pure joy as his mother worked her mouth up and down upon his hard shaft.
And Carolyn—Carolyn Jessup was being loved at both ends, her pussy teased and caressed by another woman's tongue, knowing the flavor and strength of her son's cock as it touched gently into the back of her avid throat. She was giving to two people, and getting from them both, doubling her pleasures.
I got off the chair with my prick waving stiffly out in front, going to the bed and contemplating how I might fit myself into that beautifully sensuous entanglement With Betty, I decided, and climbed across her out flung legs. She was lying on her belly, those marvelous tits pressed flat while she went down on Carolyn, her amply rounded ass shining intriguingly, but I had not too long ago burrowed my cock into another ass, and there really wasn't the room and time for that kind of back-dooring right now. I settled upon the use of my wife's curly black pussy, instead.
She responded to the mute urgings of my hands, turning her lush body onto one side so that her legs were in almost the identical position of Carolyn's—one knee bent, one leg stretched out. But after I played my fingers into the humid mounding of her resilient snatch, I realized that I'd have to get into a different position.
Unfolding carefully, I lay back, having to pillow my head upon Charlie's legs, and having to slide one of my own legs between my wife's, in order to get my ready cockhead pointed into the wet target of her quivering vulva. Betty moaned into the other woman's pussy as I worked my distended meat into her own, thrusting it deep and deeper, until I had its length embedded within the hotly flexing walls of her satin-lined vagina, and my balls were finding a soft home in the veeing of her opulent thighs. The cock-head settled into its well known basket, and Betty rotated her cunt lovingly upon it.
Now we were all four truly interlocked, each woman with a prick into her, each woman adoring a sex organ with a busy mouth and tongue. My wife was being fucked at the same time she was sucking, and Carolyn was being eaten while she sucked upon her son's hard young club. Moving together, then almost apart, then together once more, we built up a mutual, twisting land of rhythm between ourselves, stroking pricks and undulating cunts, siphoning mouths and expanding balls, sliding and gliding and teasing until someone, something, had to give.
I think Carolyn was the first to reach an orgasm; I heard her make a strangely muffled sound with her mouth working around Charlie's cockhead, and her bent leg straightened itself to lift and point its narrow foot at the ceiling, while her crotch churned lithely into my wife's greedy mouth. Was Betty next in line, inflamed by bringing her feminine lover to a riotous climax? She strained against my moving shaft, her vaginal walls contracting fiercely and her love walls seeming to flow in greater abundance.
I knew that Charlie Jessup was next, that he arched his crotch and forced his stiff pole deeply into his mother's pulling mouth as he let go a package of bubbling semen that must have flooded thickly over her tongue. I saw Carolyn's throat work as she happily swallowed her boy's spurting fluid, and the shuddering of the boy's balls when his mother's pumping lips withdrew the last hot globule of come from his flexing cockhead.
Betty was going limp, her pussy softening and gone tremulous around my still plunging cock, but I didn't slow up or back it out. I wanted to come with them, to share my semen and exultation in the priceless blending of four voluptuous bodies so lustfully intertwined. Jamming it home, letting it recoil only to hammer it deeply again and again, I shook my wife's belly with every axing stroke up into the greasy and non-resisting hole of her precious womanhood.
"Now," I muttered, digging my nails into her rich thigh and into the tender, quivering hillock of her ass, "now, you lovely, hot-cunted bitch—you love a prick so much—this prick and Charlie's prick, too—feel my come spitting up into your snatch, baby—feel it raining like hot, soapy juice inside your wonderful pussy!”
It went off like a small cannon, and I thought the head of my surging cock was going to shatter into a thousand sensitive pieces, but it was only the fire-crackering of my semen hurling its sticky, fiery sparks throughout the wet velvet sheathing of Betty's receptive vagina, bathing her walls and cervix and clitoris with the richness of buttery semen. Next time the boy got his cock into this sweet box, I thought, going to find it packed with my come.
But for a little while, at least, nobody was moving; we lay or sat quietly, letting the slowly ebbing tides of passion wash themselves away in dwindling waves. When we untangled, it was by mutual consent, Charlie's cock sliding foamy from his mom's lips, my prick moving bent from the reluctant clasping of Betty's liquid oven, and my wife lifting her greasy face from the wet forest of Carolyn's steamy mound.
"I—I wasn't me," Carolyn murmured. "I was a part of something bigger and much, much stronger.”
"It's like that, sometimes," Betty said, sitting up and giving my limp shaft a loving pat. “But I never felt it this strongly, either. Oh Carolyn, I enjoyed going into your pussy, loved being inside another woman's vagina and teasing the clit. I always admired you as a person, and as my dearest friend; and now we've become lovers, too. I want to love you over and over.”
Carolyn reached to stroke my wife's drying cheek. "And I want to do it to you, to have us make love together, each of us eating in cunts.”
My knee was touching Betty's ripely developed thigh, and I felt it quiver. She craved the kind of adoration that only another woman could give her now, and I figured that Charlie and I were just getting in the way. Later, they'd want us around, needing man meat to make themselves complete. I kind of wobbled off the bed, weak in the knees from so much non-stop screwing.
"Charlie—you want to go with me, maybe grab a sandwich?”
He shook his head. "If it's okay with you, Rich, IT! just rest right here. I know mom and Betty would rather ball each other for a while, but I’ll stay out of their way, unless they invite me in. It's just that I don't want to miss it—my mom going down on Betty for the first time.”
"Okay," I sighed, envious of the lad's youth and staying power, but not jealous. There was more than enough willing, juicy pussy for both of us. I corrected myself: for all of us, because cunt was beginning to mean as much to the women as it did to us males.
Leaving them in the bedroom, I made it to the kitchen for some more heavily bourboned coffee, and made myself a thick ham sandwich. Munching it, I thought about the one cunt that the rest of us knew nothing about—Kim's mysterious, brand new and probably impossibly small snatch. I wondered if the girl had begun to grow pubic hair, and thought she had, and I flashed back to the cute, teasing way she had passed her lips over mine.
Kim's mother was a beautifully passionate woman, now that she had learned to let go all her restrictive hang-ups, and Kim's brother was a perpetually horny young stud, a kid who could keep a hard-on forever, it seemed. So the girl herself should have a lot of the same sensuous inclinations, and had hinted at it by kissing me on the lips, rather than circumspectly upon the cheek. And her tight little ass had a special movement of its own, undulating within the grip of her tight jeans. Undeveloped, sure; a step or two away from bursting into full, sexy power, but all the budding potentials were there, all the latent ardor just waiting to be released by time.
I thought that maybe I could give time a helping hand.