Ina Ceste - Ever-Lusting Wife

Happily she obeyed him, racing her tongue over his cockhead, plunging the tip into the darling little sticky slot, then sucking, pulling, letting her teeth lightly ring the stem of the distended shaft while she toyed with his enlarged balls. As the boy's hips began to rotate lithely, she pushed the knob back with her tongue, and started a sensual rhythm, sliding her head back and forth.

Elizabeth's cheeks dipped in and out, and her busy tongue was vibrant upon Jody's glans, along the slippery shaft; as her fingers were busy fondling his balls and the trembling cleft of his lightly haired ass. He began to stroke gently into her pulling mouth, timing his tender thrusts to the movement of her head, his pelvis rolling a little, hunching a little as he fed his hard meat into her willing face.

She must be doing it right, Elizabeth thought; the boy seemed to be enjoying it tremendously, for she could hear the ragged panting of his breath and feel the small convulsions of his squirming body.

"Eat It, baby," Jody said. "Suck my prick and lick it, keep using that hot mouth and wet tongue on my cock – ahh! Oh yeah, sweet mother – eat your son's still prick!"

He was getting close; she could sense the coming climax in the increasingly jerky movement of his sliding cock and the twitching of his belly as his pelvis arched toward her chin. It was good for her, too; it was wonderful, just knowing that she had the power to impart such pleasure, to make him twist and turn so eagerly. For the first time, Elizabeth thought of what was going to happen, of the blowoff of this adorable boy's young semen.

She had already tasted the weaker fluid, the stuff that had gathered upon his prick tip when It reached a state of readiness; the semen Itself would be stronger, she thought – considerably thicker and more rich, laden with sperm. But no matter how it tasted, even if its hot flood threatened to choke her,

Elizabeth would not take her suctioning mouth from around his enchanted cock.

"Just about to make it," Jody hissed, clinging to her head and grinding his cock deeply into her mouth. "Betsy – darling – suck me, eat me, swallow me down! Oh Mom, Mom – I'm coming!"

Elizabeth siphoned upon his flexing cockhead, racing her tongue over the tremulous glans, and felt the sudden spurting of the boy's semen. It came with a tremendous rush, a boiling spume of thick and slippery come that splashed over her tongue and far back into her throat. Rich and creamy, salty – sweet and musky, the precious male fluid drenched her mouth, drowned her teeth and flooded her tongue.

Gulping avidly, she swallowed the sizzling, bubbling juices, feeling them slide like a string of raw oysters down her throat She drew the syrupy stream down and down, bringing it into her stomach where she could digest it and feed it in turn into her bloodstream, where this vital part of Jody Goodall would forever be also a part of her own body.

The jetting semen slowed, each successive spurt smaller and weaker than the one before, and Elizabeth knew regret that it wasn't more. She tugged greedily upon the cockhead, probing it with her avid tongue in an effort to wring more juice from the boy's prick. But soon it was over, and Jody's hands fell away from their grip upon her head, and he lifted a knee from beneath her armpit so that he could roll away from her. His cock slid from her mouth, pumped dry for the moment, and she hated to let it go.

As he moved to lie beside her, Elizabeth licked at her lips and placed a hand upon his softening prick, put one arm around the boy's shoulders and drew his face to nestle upon her breasts. They went to sleep that way, together.

Charlene helped Elizabeth fix breakfast, reasonably deft around the kitchen, moving with the special grace that seemed to be basic to her. Elizabeth watched the girl from the corner of her eye, noting the radiance of her, the gleaming of the red – blond hair and the sultry eyes. She was glad she'd already called her housemaid and given the woman some extra time off. Elizabeth didn't want anything or anyone to get in the way.

The girl said, "Your old man – he didn't really want us here, did he?"

"No," Elizabeth admitted, "but he came around, and I'm certain he won't be a bother to anybody. Sherman spends most of his time away from the house."

"He's a nice – looking guy," Charlene mused as she set the table. "I wonder what his hangup is. I mean, he never turned you on, and Jody did, right away. So it couldn't be you. Unless he's too quick for you, or has a cock that's way too small. Is it anything like that?"

Elizabeth hesitated, then answered: 'I – well, I didn't really think about it, before. My husband and I have just never had a – a closeness. He's built about average, I guess – maybe a little bigger than Jody, and he's always been fast. But I wanted him to be; I never enjoyed screwing before."

The girl said, "I always dug It, right from the first time Jody took my cherry. That didn't hurt, because I had been making it on my finger for a long time before I got fucked. You know, I wonder about me turning your old man on; I never screwed a grownup yet, and I'm kind of anxious to try it. Jody and Timmy are great, and I'm not putting down their fucking; no way. Only I want to spread myself around a little."

Elizabeth's face was warm, even though she tried to suppress a blush. It was so alien to her nature, to be standing there and discussing her husband's sexual abilities with anyone else. Yet this lovely, sensual girl was so completely honest and inquisitive, that she couldn't be less. She said, "Sherman is laying someone else, and obviously enjoying it, or he'd be home more. So perhaps it's simply that he and I don't click. Maybe you can turn him on, but if you try, please be careful. I wouldn't want anything to upset him and cause trouble for you – and the rest of us."

"Oh, I'll be cool," Charlene promised. "I like it here, and I figure I'll like it even better before long. Hey now – let me ask you something. Did you ever swing with another chick?"

Plates raffled in Elizabeth's hands. She said quickly, "No – no, of course not. I never even thought about such a thing."

The girl's smile was unabashed, the eyes wise. "You never thought about balling a young boy, either."

"That's different," Elizabeth answered, as the boys came into the kitchen, and Charlene said, "Is it?"

They ate heartily, quickly cleaning up.stacks of hot cakes with bacon and eggs, preceded by fruit juice, followed by milk and coffee. Elizabeth found that she was ravenous, and put down her strong new appetite to the loving she'd had the night before. And she considered Charlene screwing her husband. The girl was a smoldering sexpot, and Sherman would probably be attracted to her, as any man would.. But he had always been so stuffy, seemingly as ashamed of having sex as Elizabeth had been. Could he ever truly loosen up? To the extent of keeping a mistress, he already had, but maybe he was flicking her the same way he had his wife – quickly and without imagination and in shame. Still, Elizabeth thought, it was a good idea to keep on file.

After the dishes were cleared away, Elizabeth felt a growing anticipation, and even though she chatted casually about her plans for sending the kids to school, for them all going on a shopping spree together, she couldn't shake that sense of expectancy. The ringing of the telephone seemed an intrusion, but she answered it.

"Yes, Sherman; we're all fine. I'm sorry you couldn't get home last night, too. This evening? Yes, dinner will be ready about seven, if that's all right. Please call again, if you can't make it."

When she hung up, Elizabeth saw the three kids watching her and said, "We have the whole day to ourselves. Would you like to go out to a movie or something, maybe to the zoo and have hot dogs?"