Chapter 17
Charlotte had slipped on her robe, but she allowed it to hang open, not being hypocritical about nudity any more, glad to expose her body for the eyes of any who wanted to see it. Moreover, she was both proud and happy that she had a lovely body to show.
Outside, Elena said, "Well?"
Charlotte looked beyond her best friend, down to the creek where their children were playing in the water. Jan's laughter floated up and she saw the boys splash through the water after her daughter. She said to Elena, "I got smashed and told him everything about Blair and Duncan and me; about you and Jan, too."
Grinning, Elena said, "I haven't made that scene yet-me and Jan. How did he take it?"
"like cold water to a thirsty man," Charlotte answered. "Mark has been trying to find someone like me-like us-all his life." Then she told Elena about Mark's experience with his mother.
"Hey now," Elena said, "then he can swing with us. That what he has in mind?"
"I think so. That is, if you and the others agree."
"Oh sure. Try and keep me from agreeing; I've been anxious to try that man on for size for a long time now. And I'm betting that Jan will get weak at the knees when she finds out. The boys-yes, I'm sure they'll go along with it, too. They're not jealous of each other, and I don't think they'll be jealous of Mark. You said that Duncan always liked him."
"That was before I was laying Duncan," Charlotte said quietly, "and I certainly won't upset Blair in any way. Mark says he loves me, and even though he hasn't asked me to marry him this time, I think he will. But that has to be with an understanding on both our parts. I already told him that I wouldn't stop screwing the boys, and that it was perfectly all right with me for him to spread himself with you and Jan."
Elena's eyebrows climbed. "You did! You said all that to Mark Travers-our shy, uptight widow said all that? How did he go for it?"
"Fine, I guess. He was very excited about getting into little Jan, and said he'd always considered you a hot piece of ass."
"How right he is," Elena grinned, and turning, cupped her hands to yell through them. "Hey, kids! Come on back up!"
Giggling, playful, they loped up the bank and joined their mothers, eyes shining and bared bellies gleaming with sun and diamonded by creek water. "What's up?" Duncan asked.
Charlotte said, "Mark Travers hunted us down because he wanted me, and-and he had me."
"Groovy," Jan said, "he's a real nice guy. Is he a crazy lay?"
Charlotte looked at Duncan, at Blair. Duncan said, "I always dug Mark. Did you tell him about Blair and me?"
"Yes," she said, "do you mind? Blair, will you be jealous of Mark, if he travels with us for awhile? H-He-lays me and your mother?"
"And me" Jan said definitely.
Blair shook his head. "No way. I like Mark, too. It'll be great having him along; it sort of balances us off, so no girl is left out when the screwing starts."
"Good," Charlotte said. "Suppose we all go in and tell Mark how we feel about him joining us. We'll have something to eat and..
"And who gets first dibs on Mark?" Jan asked Elena.
"Togetherness, baby," Elena said. "Soon as he's ready, okay?"
Mark Travers had on his pants, and Charlotte saw his face go just the slightest red when everyone came to shake hands with him, to tell him they were happy to have him with them. She also saw his eyes dip quickly down to her mound, exposed as her robe swung open, but she didn't pull the robe together.
"Anybody hungry?" she asked.
"I'll fix things," Elena said. "Looks like we're camping right here for the night, anyhow. Jan-pour Mark a drink, and one for your mother too."
"I don't really need one," Charlotte said. I may never need another drink."
"Good," Elena said, and to Mark: "A hot piece, hey?"
Mark grinned back at her, but gulped his drink when Jan handed him the glass. The boys were on the far bunk, fiddling with a radio, but Jan didn't move away. Instead, she sat down on Mark's knee. "I'm very glad you're one of us, Mark. Are you going to marry mother?"
"I hope so," Mark said.
"Good; then I won't be left out. I can call you daddy and you can pretend you're my real father, especially while we make it, okay?"
His hand was on her hip, helping her to balance upon his knee. In some confusion, Mark darted a glance at Charlotte, and she smiled. "like mother, like daughter, Mark."
"And like neighbor," Elena said from the stove. "Jan, you little witch-you're working on him already, and if you keep it up, nobody's going to get anything to eat around here."
"Oh, I don't know," Jan said, and the boys convulsed with laughter. Jan wriggled down into Mark's lap, and her small, trim ass pressed down into his crotch. Charlotte could see the reaction in Mark, and she was happy to discover that he didn't have some sort of mother-fixation hang-up so he couldn't include other women in his sexual escapades.
Pulling his hands around her waist, Jan pushed one of them between her thighs and made lascivious little hunches upon it when she trapped it there. Mark's face was red, and he licked his lips. "Jan-I don't think that right here and now is the..."
"Sure it's the place," she said. "Right, mother? Right, you guys? Mark, you'd just as well get used to being up front with it all. None of us hide anything from the others, and pretty soon, you'll dig being watched. But if it really bugs you, if you're ashamed, or something..."
"No," Mark said, "I'll play by the rules, whatever they are. You-it's that you steam me up, Jan; you always have, but I thought you were too young, too small ... "
"Jan," Elena said, "you're putting off dinner; you know that."
"Who needs food," Jan said, and turned her small face to kiss Mark full on the mouth. "Do you need food-daddy?"
"Just you," Mark mumbled into her suntanned throat, "just you, little girl. I'll eat you up, swallow you."
"After," Jan said. "After you screw me, Daddy. Then eat me all up."
"Just turned off the stove and turned on myself," Elena announced. "Mark Travers-we'll show you what a pair of hot pieces can be."
He looked at Charlotte again, and she nodded, delighted at his confusion, but knowing that he would soon get over any embarrassment, that he would shake the ridiculous old ideas after his first indulgence in group sex.
"Have fun, Mark. Just let yourself go and have fun."
Jan was pulling down his pants, and suddenly it seemed as if everyone in the house car was busily getting undressed. Charlotte saw Jan jump up and shake free of jeans and blouse; her lovely little daughter wore nothing underneath, and the tiny patch of pubic hair gleamed shiny black, the miniature nipples were erect and darkly swollen. Such a beautiful child, Charlotte thought, and such a handsome man lifting his distended cock toward her now.
"Hold it," Elena said, hurrying her golden blonde nudity to them. "Fair's fair, you little wench, and we said together, right?"
"Lie down, daddy," Jan said, fondling Mark's rigid cock. "Just he back there on the bunk, and we'll do the rest. My-what a big, big one. I'll have some trouble taking it, but I'm sure I'll dig it all the way."
"Then you'll have to be satisfied dining on me," Elena said, and leaned over to kiss him.
Charlotte relaxed on the side bunk, her legs outstretched, watching benignly as her daughter and Elena prepared to make love to the man who would soon be Charlotte's husband. She was conscious of the boys, registering their nearness and their nakedness, their bronzed handsomeness and the ready positions of their young pricks, but she wanted to see what was going to happen to Mark.
She wanted to watch and absorb every minute detail of the action between her daughter and her best friend and the man they all loved.
Jan had him stretch out upon his back, and even the boys pulled in their breaths at the sight of that great pole standing so round and tall with its knobby head glistening. Charlotte felt a flash of worry that little Jan would hurt her tiny pussy, trying to get all that stiff meat inside it, that she would somehow rip the tender walls of her cunt.
Mark was visibly trembling, looking up at the delicious naked bodies of the two who stood above him, one at his hips, the other at his shoulders. Jan and Elena were facing each other, swaying in an intense and wordless unison, their hands straying from their tits down over their bellies and to their mounds, tarrying there for a few ardent strokes, then rising so their fingers could tantalize their nipples once more.
Jan moved to lower herself, squatting gracefully, slowly, down as she straddled Mark's supine body. She was on her knees then, with the delicate vee of her pussy poised just at the throbbing tip of his huge cock. With tiny thumb and forefinger, she spread his pre-seminal fluid over the head of his prick, and Charlotte could see by the gleam in her daughter's mound that Jan's juices were already flowing, already lubricating her young and eager pussy for the entrance of that big staff.
Using both hands, Jan settled that head into her slit, working her sleekly lovely ass back and forth and around in exquisitely teasing circles as she urged the tip of Mark's penis into her labia. The blunt end of it disappeared into the grip of her tight, hot notch as Mark groaned; then half the head was forced into her vulva; then the entire head slipped from view in the fragile little lips of Jan's cunt.
Charlotte sighed in relief, knowing that where that expanded head could fit, the rod itself would have no trouble following. And she watched carefully, her heart beating madly, as Mark's great long cock was taken inch by thick and pulsing inch up into her daughter's hungry pussy. Jan was seated upon his pelvis then, the finely modeled cheeks of her lovely ass pressed into his mound.
"Wow," she breathed in wonder. "Wow-I feel like I'm sitting on a fence post. It's terrific-oh, daddy, daddy-fuck your little baby now."
Rising slightly, she allowed part of his oily tool to slide out of the grip of her suctioning cunt, then slid immediately back down upon it, burying the length of it again. Then Charlotte saw what Elena had in mind, saw what the woman was going for; she was kneeling down, too, one knee on each side of Mark's heaving chest. Her golden pussy was just over Mark's face, and Charlotte wondered if he had ever eaten a woman before.
Reaching up, he took Elena by the waist and pulled her crotch down upon his face. Charlotte saw just the flash of his tongue as it licked up into Elena's labia, and knew that it was working wet and hot inside there, while his teeth nibbled and sought the prize of the clitoris.
Her own mound throbbed in anticipation, and a sigh escaped her open lips. Elena was seated upon Mark's face now, and Jan was seated upon his crotch with the penis locked into her vagina. The girl and the woman were sharing him, and Mark was doing his best to satisfy them both. Jan rocked her ass, and Elena rocked hers. Somehow, their hands went out and met, went out and interlocked one with the other. Charlotte watched as her daughter leaned forward and fastened her mouth to one of Elena's tits.
"Mom-look how they're all tied together." Duncan's voice was soft in her ear, his breath warm and tickling. "Jan and Elena are kissing now-oh wow; they're all three really making it."
His hand passed under her arm and cupped her tit. Staring at the busy trio on the other bed, Charlotte also felt the caress of Blair's hands on her thighs, creeping over to finger into her pubic hair. Turning her head slightly, still keeping her eyes fastened to the tableau of screwers, Charlotte kissed her son, opening her lips to let his tongue slide inside and feel along the roof of her mouth.
Aching and tender, her tits were fondled; shivery and steamy, her mound was teased. She felt kisses on her hip, on her belly, on her nipples. She knew kisses on her throat, and the licking of hot tongues over her breasts. A vast shudder rippled through her body, and she saw Mark heave his buttocks from the floor to hammer his prick up into Jan's stretched pussy.
Together, she thought in a daze, so very close together, each of them sharing everything they had, each of them giving unselfishly to all the others. Blair was kissing her lower belly now, tapping his tongue into her hair, tantalizing her mound into turning more dewy. Her son drew her down, and she knew she was also about to be shared, that she too was going to give sensuous love to both young men, and that she would not balk at anything they desired.
On the other bed, Jan and Elena were kissing hungrily, their hands playing with each other's tits; Jan was pumping up and down on Mark's cock while Elena was pumping up and down on his face. Somehow, it was as if Charlotte was tied in with them, too, as if the boys and their avid lovemaking had linked them all into one writhing cord.
She went over on Duncan's lap, and Blair was licking now at the inside of her thighs. She was lying on her back, and arched suddenly when Blair clamped his darling mouth hotly upon her labia, sucking them together like the skin of an orange while he played fingering into the far end where her clit thumped wildly.
His teeth chewed lightly and loving along her pussy, and his tongue licked in and out. His hands now worked around under the cheeks of her ass, and he buried his face into her cunt, eating heartily of it. His little finger felt around, circled, then pushed insistently at her anus until the ring loosened and allowed it to slip inside.
Charlotte knew a new and crazy sensation then, and the realization swept over her that she still had a place to accept the slim cocks, that she could also let herself be sandwiched between these two darling boys, with one prick up her vagina and another up her ass. Maybe with Mark in front, she thought, and Duncan behind, or Blair. Maybe she could even take the three of them on at one time, reveling in the power to give them all orgasms.
Duncan was stroking her hair, and she felt the rigid shaft of his penis along her cheek. The dear boy, she thought; the lovely, darling boy. He was so patient with her, but there was no doubt that he always needed her. She reached up and bent down his beautiful cock so she could kiss the head of it, so her tongue could lick over it, as Blair's was moving inside her sheath down below.
Duncan sidled around, eased into a more comfortable position so that she could take his cock into her mouth, and yet not have her view of the other people cut off. She chewed gently upon her son's rod, pulling delicately at it while he fondled her head, and she watched her daughter quiver and jerk in the convulsive crest of her orgasm upon Mark's prick. She watched Jan seek Elena's lips again, and heard Elena's moans as she also came to completion, upon Mark's mouth. Elena and Jan, she thought, and somehow the idea didn't bother her at all. In fact, it intrigued her, and she imagined other blendings of women and men, or women and women. It would be no different going down on Jan than eating Duncan, as she was doing now.
He stroked it faster into her mouth, reaching for the back of her throat and the soft velvet that thrilled him so. Charlotte began to suck, to pull in her cheeks, and to lave the thrusting head with her tongue.
Within her vagina, a marvelous sensation was building, and she started to hurry her sucking, of Duncan, hoping to bring him to a climax at the same moment she got hers from Blair. Grinding her crotch upon the boy's face, riding upon the finger pinioned by the clutch of her anus, Charlotte drew her head back and forth, too.
Things burst within her like white-hot stars, and she was rewarded by the geyser of gushing semen in her throat. Dutifully, she swallowed and pulled for more, more, while her clitoris leaped against Blair's teeth and she came in a series of blinding explosions.
She couldn't see Mark and Jan and Elena, be-I cause her eyes wouldn't focus and her head was spinning. But nothing worried Charlotte now. There was plenty of time to look and plenty of time to experiment. They had their own world on wheels, and they could close it off against all intruders. Inside, they could love and be loved all night long, and all day tomorrow. They had forever.