Chapter 19
It was morning and at Mark Travers' suggestion, Charlotte steered the house car off the ma' highway and took to the side roads, making a great, slow circle that would eventually bring them all back home.
She guided the van down a gently curving tw lane road, seeing how the trees made quickly passing shadows, and wondered if it would all be the same when they returned to the city, if this present free lifestyle would be forced back into a conforming pattern.
Only if they allowed it to happen, she thought; only if they all let themselves be squeezed back into the tight, straight mold that when at last emptied, would spit out identical copies, all staring ahead with blinded eyes that had once held the opportunity to see the stars.
Mark came to sit on the jump seat, to pass her a cup of coffee fixed her way, one sugar. She said thanks and took little sips from it as she watched the road ahead. After awhile, he said, "I'm having some difficulty adjusting to all this, Charlotte. It's not that I want to resist, but all the old ideas, the ancient and threatening taboos-"
"Yes," she said, "I know. It took awhile for me, too."
"How-how did you get involved in this exchanging?" Mark asked, and smiled, so that she would know he was only curious, not condemning.
"I was lonely, and I had never really been sexually fulfilled. My husband was-nothing, and I'd been raised to believe that even the weak, selfish sex he gave me was sinful. But my emotions grew stronger than my programming. I had eyes for young Blair Chapman, and his mother had been my best friend for a long time, so this afternoon we got to drinking and kidding around, and before I knew it, I was in on a plot to exchange sons. Elena would get to lay my boy, and I would seduce hers."
She gave the empty coffee cup back to Mark, and he nodded in understanding. "From that first wild release with Blair, I learned that what I'd always thought of as deviate behavior wasn't, that perversion was someone else's term for something they didn't care to do, and therefore didn't want anyone else to do."
Charlotte told it all to Mark, how she had been taught oral love, how her own son had changed places with Blair one night after the boys had planned to lay their own mothers that way. Jan had been indulging with Blair even before then, she said, and after the boy and her daughter had staged a screwing scene, Jan couldn't be left home as the deprived innocent, but had to be brought along on the trip.
"And that," she said, "is about it. Except that last night after the rest of you were fast asleep, Jan and I-well, we shared our love and our bodies with each other."
Mark Travers shook his head as Charlotte tooled the bus around a bend in the highway. 'I'll be damned," he said. "For a woman who acted as if she was frigid and scared to death of sex, you've certainly blossomed out. Maybe I always felt that you had something very special for me, if only I could get between your legs."
"Perhaps you should have raped me."
"I was tempted, but then everything could have been different. Then it would have probably been just you and I, in the conventional marriage relationship. I'd have gone on sweating out Jan's trim little ass every time she switched by in her tight jeans, and pretending that I only cared for her in a fatherly fashion. And you-you'd have never enjoyed the forbidden thrills of laying your son, much less gotten into the multiple sex scenes with Blair Chapman. Two uptight, two-faced people, we'd have become, you and I; both of us would have been always afraid to let go, to swing the way we always wanted to."
Charlotte steered the house car into a turnout and stopped it under the cooling shade of massed trees; a soft breeze ruffled the curtains when she opened the door. "Break," she said, and in the back behind the curtain, there was the sound of scuffling.
Unrumpled, looking bright and appealing in hot pants and a narrow halter, Elena Chapman came out first. "Hey; it's not lunchtime. You were supposed to drive all day, because of that action you got into yesterday, while I was chained to that wheel."
Mark said, "I'll drive."
"No way, baby," Elena said. "I have plans for you today. Seems I started working them out the first time I saw you, big man, but you only had eyes for my buddy there. And since she had you most of the night-"
Charlotte laughed. 'If it's all right with the object under discussion, it's fine by me. I see a creek down there in the trees, and there's no house in sight either up or down the road. If the kids want to take a dip, and you want me to take a walk?"
Elena shook her golden head. "So who's got a hang-up on privacy? We're all over that kind of thing, aren't we?"
"I guess," Charlotte said, enjoying Mark's discomfiture, seeing the faint reddening of his face and the dropping of his eyes. "Then I'll stick around-okay, Mark?"
"Sure," he said bravely, "why not?"
Jan bounced out of the back, followed by Blair and her brother. "Will we miss anything? I heard that about the creek, and I'm really sticky."
"I don't think you have to hurry," Charlotte said.
Blair stopped beside his mother, drew her to him and gave her a lingering kiss while his hands played over her rounded body, cupping each cheek of her ass outlined by the hot pants and rubbing his groin into hers. When he released her, he said, "Have fun," and grinned at Mark Travers.
Duncan leaned to lass Charlotte as she sat turned around in the driver's seat. "I'll be back pretty soon; you old folks behave yourself, and save some for me."
They went yelling down to the creek, and Elena said, "Best we get behind the curtains; we don't want Farmer Jones getting all shook when he takes his cows to town-or wherever it is they take cows."
"They take them to bulls," Mark said, following Elena into the back compartment.
"No bull?" Elena giggled, and Charlotte stretched out her legs, then stood up and stepped to the door to look down at the kids playing in the water like young, healthy animals.
Slowly then, she turned and ducked through the divider curtain, partly reticent to play the voyeur to them, thinking that perhaps she should leave Mark wholly to Elena for the first time, at least. But Elena had seemed to want her nearby, for participation, maybe. Charlotte's pulse quickened, and she stood at the table, watching the two of them get undressed.
That was only the work of moments for Elena Chapman; two wiggles and she was out of her hot pants; one shrug, and the halter was gone. She was lovely, Charlotte thought, roses and peaches and golden tones in her skin, neatly put together and now with passion trembling her body. The pubic hair gleamed between her legs, and Charlotte recalled that Mark had eaten into its depths last night, that he had licked and sucked into the lips when they were lowered to his face.
Charlotte shivered, too, and Elena moved forward to wrap the fingers of one hand around Mark's lifting penis. It looked so impossibly huge in daylight to Charlotte, but she had cavorted upon its length and thickness, and so had her little daughter. Elena would absorb that great shaft with glad and willing deftness, her experienced cunt playing with it and imparting thrills to them both.
"This is something else," Elena said, fondling his cock. "I've never had one this size, but I'm about to make up for that oversight Kiss me, Mark."
They stood together, Elena's breasts mashed against his hairy chest, and she rubbed the head of his swollen prick against her belly, rubbed her mound into his testicles. Kissing, his hands stroked her, cupped her, and Charlotte checked her emotions for any telltale sign of jealousy. Thankfully, she found none. All she wished was that both of them would have a tremendously gratifying lay, that they would find each other beautiful and hot and voluptuous.
Elena stepped back from him and turned her face to Charlotte. "Hey-you're still dressed. Take it off, baby. Take it all off."
"But I thought-I mean, this is the first time for you two, and I thought you'd appreciate just making it alone. If you want, I'll watch and-"
Elena came to her, naked hips rolling sexily, mouth damp. She began to unbutton Charlotte's blouse, and when it was pulled away, also un-snapped the bra. Charlotte's heavy breasts sprang free, and Elena caught them in her palms. "Always wanted to play with these, you know."
Skin prickling, Charlotte stood there while Elena caressed her tits, thumbing the nipples and bending her face to plant kisses on them. Elena's fingers found the skirt zipper, and Charlotte lifted her feet so it could fall away. Still wearing panties, she was led to the bunk where Mark waited, and sank numbly down beside him.
"We're such good friends," Elena said, "and I have this idea of being even closer. Mark-if I he down beside her, can you fuck both of us? I mean, give me a few strokes, then cross over and do the same to her?"
"Yes," Mark said, and Charlotte saw that his face was intent, his breath coming fast. He got up on his knees as Elena lay down, and his hand was clenched firmly upon his distended cock.
"Take your time, sweet man," Elena breathed, "and do whatever you want." She lay back and took Charlotte's hand; her thigh brushed Charlotte's, and an answering quiver raced through them both.
Mark kneeled above them, his hard cock standing erect, the early droplet of clear fluid glistening upon its tip. Leaning forward, he put his left hand upon Charlotte's mound, his right hand upon Elena's. He fondled them, rubbed gently upon their softnesses, then slid down to probe fingers into the dewy labia that parted like veils of satin for the entrance.
He thrust into their vaginas, and Charlotte felt as if she was connected to Elena, as if there was a bond of flesh joining them like Siamese twins. She was knowing the same strokes that Elena knew; she felt the identical thrust of the finger in her pussy that Elena felt in hers. The sensation was utterly different than anything she had experienced, even in her wild sharing of the boys.
Then Mark moved to his right, and Charlotte stared at the penis he held aimed downward at her friend's mound, at the flanged head shining purple and dripping fluid. Mark kept his finger in Charlotte's cunt, but lowered his body to insert his cock into Elena's waiting cleft. It went in smoothly, neatly, as if Elena's cunt had been adjusted to its size, and Charlotte saw it disappear full length, saw the shaft get taken in until only his balls were up against the golden pubic hairs.
He stroked his cock into Elena, pulled it back, fed it to her grinding body again. Tenderly, he cupped Charlotte's mound, and with ardent fingerings, stimulated her clitoris. Mark was doing it to and with two women at the same time, pleasing them both, and loving every moment of this conqueror's mastery.
His prick slid wetly, corkscrewed strongly, into Elena's clenching vagina. She trembled and hiked her ass to meet his driving staff, but suddenly Mark drew back, plopping his big prick out of her and moving crabwise as he also withdrew his finger from Charlotte's convulsing pussy.
Mark changed over, slipping fingers into Elena's hotly churning sheath, corning down to stick his already lubricated rod into Charlotte. She took it happily, lifting her ass to aid it home, to pull its hard presence into her vagina. A stroke, another stroke-and she moaned, clenching her hand upon Elena's, shaking her ass to feel the hammering power of Mark's cock as it shook her. She was surprised when he took it out, when he substituted two fingers for his penis and transferred that to Elena as she writhed and murmured endearments.
He was strong, she realized, and now he was very much in control of himself, else he would have reached orgasm long before. But he meant to fuck them well, to screw them both until they climaxed before letting himself go. And he was taking a little more time between changeovers, using his fingers more energetically upon their clits.
Elena came first. She rode his cock and cried out that she was making it, making it-and before her ass stopped rolling, Mark was out of her dripping cunt and back into Charlotte's, shoving the meat home again and again as she met his pounding, met his pile driver with hikes of her tail and bumps of her pelvis. She realized that he was going to come in her, and screwed furiously to bring it about.
"Oh, baby-" he gave a great lunge that shoved the head of his slippery cock all the way to the entrance of her womb, and Charlotte felt the gusher of his semen, the hot spurting of his come. It filled her vagina, washed the walls of her quivering pussy, and she rocked crazily in the magic swirling of the suns that went nova inside her. It seemed as if she would never stop coming, as if her blood was boiling and the oils of her flesh were rushing in a frenzy to lave the enchanted wand that nestled so foamy within her pussy.
"Love you," she panted, "I-love you, Mark. Oh darling, oh, baby, what a fucking!"
"Yeah," Elena breathed, and slid around to lay her face upon Charlotte's heaving breasts. "We got ourselves a real lover here, Charlotte-a man and a half."
In awhile, Mark drew back, taking his penis from her grip, drawing its little sticky path behind it. He sat up, and his voice was shaky. "That was different than last night. Every time we make it, it's a change."
"Never boring," Elena said, and kissed the nipple of Charlotte's left breast. "There are plenty of things we haven't done yet, and I don't mean just a lot of gymnastics, either, I'm talking about mixing, about fucking three or four together, maybe about all six of us balling at the same time, and the men switching off in a round robin."
Charlotte stroked her friend's hair. "Anything, darling; everything. So long as we love each other."
"But we're going to need strength," Elena said, coming off the bed with a little last tap of her fingertips upon Charlotte's moist mound. "Bet the kids have worked up another kind of appetite out there in the creek, so we'd better get with it and feed them something besides soul food, to make a funny."
Mark climbed off the bunk and into his shorts, but the young people came carousing in, and he didn't get to put on his pants. Charlotte got up slowly, stretching, and she was conscious of the stares of both boys as her breasts swelled and lifted with the movement. Then they hadn't laid Jan, she thought; they were both ready for excitement-but first, lunch. She drew her filmy robe around her, not as a concession to what she now knew were the outdated mores of society, but as a covering in case some curious stranger peeped into the house car.
Elena had knotted her bandanna halter around her hips, leaving her top naked and giving interesting flashes of her mound as she moved busily about, preparing a quick lunch.
Duncan sat down on a chair beside Charlotte.
"Was it good, mom? Real good for Elena and Mark, too?"
"It was wild," she said. "Well have to try something like it."
Jan asked, "What did you do? I mean, who screwed who-or whom?"
Smiling, Charlotte explained the positions to them, and saw Blair look more hungrily at his mother than at the food she was fixing. Duncan grinned and pinched his sister's tit; she slapped his hand and moved over to sit on Mark's lap, with her slim arms around his neck.
"Hi, daddy," she said.
Mark's hand roamed tenderly over her finely crafted body. "Hi, daughter."
"You didn't wear yourself out, daddy?" It was a delicious game she was playing, and Jan played it to the hilt.
"Not yet," Mark said, fondling the cheek of her ass. "We'll see what you can do to your old man."
"A lot, daddy," the girl promised. "I'll be your good little girl, and give you all the loving any daddy can use."
Duncan shrugged and lifted an eyebrow at his mother; Charlotte said, "She wants something that you and Blair already have, dear. This is her way of making it."
"I dig, mom. Elena-can I have the first sandwich?"
She laughed and handed it to him. "Sure; you were my first lover, weren't you?"
Blair said to Charlotte, "You're very happy, aren't you, Mrs. Mason?"
"Very happy. And I have you to thank, Duncan to thank-"
"Don't pass me up," Elena said, and they all chuckled. Bare breasted, her tapered thighs gleaming as she served the sandwiches, Elena went into an imitation of a topless waitress trying for a bigger tip, and they were laughing freely, openly, over their food and drink.
It was sometime later that Elena walked down to the creek with Mark, and Charlotte volunteered to clean up, with Jan's help. The girl was quick and pretty as a butterfly, darting here and resting there but for a moment, seldom still. She chattered about the kicks she and the boys had in the water, about maybe trying to cook dinner that night, but she didn't get around to what she really wanted to say until the boys drifted off, full of meat and bread and cold drinks, to nap before the bus moved on later.
Then Jan put her elfin hand upon her mother's arm and murmured, "Last night was terrific. It was so great that I fell asleep before I could do it back to you. I want to do that, darling. Please let me.
"Of course," Charlotte said, "of course, my dear."