Ina Ceste - Ever-Lusting Wife

The night was only beginning. she thought, and she was horny. Soon as Jody was rested, they would fuck some more, trying new variations and exploring different positions. She could think of several, but mostly – and here Elizabeth took a steadying breath – mostly, she wanted to thrill Jody as much as he had done her, and in the same fashion. Pulling her robe tighter about her body, she sat down upon the edge of the bed and forced herself to think about taking a male sex organ into her mouth.

All her life, she had considered any sexual organ as dirty and ugly. Elizabeth knew better now, because Jody's cock was a work of art, a lovely, beguiling thing more beautiful because of Its potential for ecstasy. He thought the same of her pussy, and surely if she licked his prick, she wouldn't find it repugnant. She had to by, that much was certain, and if she went about it all wrong, she could depend upon the boy to instruct her properly.

Listening, she could hear music from the tape player, and the sound of laughter. It was good to hear those sounds in the house, to know the echo of something besides loneliness. Maybe she would join the others downstairs later, after she proved to Jody how much she loved him. Elizabeth thought of the other boy, of little Timothy standing wide – legged with only a towel wrapped around his slim waist, and the towel bulging around his erect cock. Charlene was tucking both her brothers, and Timmy had helped with the original rape; he had even argued a bit with Jody about – who was going to screw Elizabeth first, and now that her thinking had been turned around, she realized that the child would still have the hots for her.

Shaking her head, feeling her long hair floating free and clean, Elizabeth decided she would face that problem when and if it arose. As of now, there was only Jody, and she was fully content with him.

She heard the door swing open, and smiled at her lover as the boy strode into her bedroom, their bedroom now, unconcerned about his nakedness, his perfect young body gleaming, his soft and shriveled prick dangling. Elizabeth held out her arms to him, and Jody came to her. Spreading her knees, letting her robe fall open and away from her shapely thighs, she took Jody between them and felt the boy's knees against the furry vee of her mound.

"I talked to the others," he said, reaching out to stroke her hair, to finger through its cascading waves. "They understand that you want to stay just with me for awhile, getting used to screwing. But Timmy is all steamed up, you know. He asked me a hundred questions – how your pussy feels, how juicy it is, the way you fuck, if you roll your ass or not. When I told him I'd already gone down on you, he just about went out of his tree. Charlene was teasing him when I left."

"Jody," she said, "do you really want me to screw your brother, too? You wouldn't be jealous of me?"

"No," he answered. "Nobody is jealous of anybody in our family. We share everything. But if Timmy turns you off, or Charlene – that's okay, too; we'll work It out. Hey – you washed your hair. It's all soft and it smells so good."

She put her lips against his hairless chest and breathed in the excliting, young animal scent of his flesh. "Well talk about the sharing later, darling. Right now, I want you very much. I – I want to make you happy as I can. Will you teach me how to – to go down on you?"

Pushing gently against her, Jody moved her backward upon the bed, and the rumpled sheets touched Elizabeth's shoulder blades as she wriggled to get her feet up. She thought she shouldn't be in this position, on her back; she ought to be kneeling beside the boy, where she could easily get at his prick. But Jody seemed to know what he was doing, and she was only a beginner at this, so she tried to relax and flow with It.

She was surprised when Jody straddled her body, placing a knee beside each of her hips. He leaned forward and caressed her tits, pushing them tenderly down with his palms, then allowing the nipples to spring erect once more.

He said, "I never got to play with tits like these before, They're so big and soft and round, all creamy and giving. and your nipples stick straight up. They're much browner than my sister's nipples, darker than my mom's were."

"Jody," she said, "have you ever fucked anyone else besides your mother and Charlene and me?"

"No," he answered, still fondling her heavy breasts. "I never got the chance. I never saw any foster parent I wanted to tuck, before you; and the welfare people kept moving us around, trying to split us up, even locking us up. But Mom taught me just about everything, and I practiced with my sister."

He pushed her breasts together, and slid up along her body, so that his balls were resting upon her lower rib cage. Elizabeth saw that his lovely prick was rising, extending Its pink head, the veins swelling along the shaft. It was always a miracle to her, observing his erection.

He bent over her then, angling his ass upwards so that his readying cock tilted down, the flanged head expanding to its fullest and the inevitable droplet of pre – seminal fluid beginning to gather upon the blunt tip. Elizabeth quivered when she felt It crowding into the crevice Jody had formed by holding her breasts together.

"My mother called this titty – fucking," Jody said. "Charlene's knockers are too small to do it right, and Mom's were never this big and soft, so I'm really going to dig this, Betsy."

She wondered what it had to do with her going down on him and tasting his prick, but the sensation was stimulating as the boy slid his hardened shaft back and forth between the silken globes of her tits. Elizabeth reached up and caressed the slowly moving cheeks of Jody's ass, exploring the feathery cleft and sometimes feeling the sac of the sliding testicles. She adored every inch of this marvelous boy, every satin centimeter of his smooth skin.

Suddenly she was conscious that Jody's cockhead was thrusting farther up through her mashed – together breasts, that it was tapping softly against her chin. Elizabeth had only to turn her head Just so, and she was breathing upon the swollen glans as it reached up to her lips. With a welcoming groan, she kissed that velvety knob, and at that moment, Jody let go her breasts, letting them fall aside. He placed his hands upon her head, steadying it, and pushed his bent knees forward until they were snugged into her armpits.

Tentatively, Elizabeth flicked out her tongue, touched it to the slippery gleam of fluid, and curled It back into her mouth for the taste. It was heady and arousing, an exotic blend of musk and succulent nectar; she let it dissolve in her mouth.

He had stopped titty – fucking her, and Jody's cockhead was now poised at her lips. She ran her tongue back out and trailed it all around the spongy bulb, feeling its shape and wondrous texture, learning Its rare flavor. Discovering the scar tissue of his circumcision, Elizabeth laved it with adoration, then curled her tongue farther along the shaft, marveling at its silken skin.

Fingering over his spread thighs, she delved into his sac and grasped the base of the shaft firmly. Without another moment's hesitation, she opened her lips and moved her head forward so that she could wrap them around Jody's throbbing cockhead. Hungrily, she sucked that exquisitely formed' knob into her mouth, sliding it across her flattened tongue and through her inner cheeks, moving it back and back until the tip brushed the cup of her throat.

She didn't retch would not retch, and soon the inclination vanished, so that Elizabeth could pay full attention to the lovely prick she held wetly within her mouth.

Caressing her hair, Jody murmured, "It's easier for you to move your head back and forth, because I might shove it too deep. That's it, Betsy. – oh yeah baby – you know how to use that hot, wet tongue. Now suck on my cock, and you can even chew it a little."