Ina Ceste - Ever-Lusting Wife

Charlene answered, "We'd rather stay right here with you. None of us has anywhere near caught up on our screwing yet, and since your old man won't be around – "

"We'll ball," little Timmy said excitedly. "I'm ready right now, if you are, Mrs. Anderson."

She knew instinctively that the boy meant with her, and felt a tremble in the pit of her stomach. It was one thing to be in love with, and to be loved by, Jody Goodall – but taking on his brother, an even younger boy, might very well be something else, something that Elizabeth couldn't handle. She still had a lot of adjusting to do. She said, "I – I don't know, Timothy. Perhaps I need a little more time – "

There was deep disappointment in his face, and Elizabeth chewed her lip in remorse. Then Charlene said, "Look – I won't be around for a while; not right away, anyhow. I have some things to do upstairs, clean up the rooms, wash my hair, all that."

"It isn't that," Elizabeth said. "At least, I don't think it Is. But – "

And Jody came to her, sliding an arm around her waist to whisper in her ear. "It'll be okay, Betsy; you'll see. Come on, now. Let's go into the living room, where the drapes are still drawn, and you can have a drink if you want. Come on, now."

She allowed herself to be led into the other room, trying to get her head cleared, attempting to think logically. She wasn't a complete bitch; she wasn't some cheap whore, to be passed from hand to hand. But the situation wasn't like anything she'd known, either. They shared everything, Jody had explained, and especially the love of their bodies. There was no jealousy, Jody insisted.

They were at the long, low couch in the darkened room, and as Jody stripped the dressing gown from her unresisting arms, Elizabeth heard the tape player being turned on. She didn't need a drink, she decided; all she had to do was be as natural about this as her new self would allow. She had been so damned wrong for thirty – five years, and she was changing now. When Jody urged her down upon the couch, she stretched there trembling, uncertain, but knowing a warmth building within her belly.

She saw Jody sliding out of his clothes, and the lifting of his sweet cock, and beyond him, the form of his brother. Timothy was practically tearing away his jeans and tee-shirt, kicking off his tennies. Elizabeth clenched her hands and felt the arousal of her nipples, their stiffening as they rose. Could this really be her, the respectable matron, the woman who had never known an orgasm until just yesterday? Oh lord, she thought in confusion, had it only been yesterday?

Here she was, totally naked before not one, but two strange young boys, trying to ready herself to learn the feel of a new and different prick Yesterday, she had been raped and responded wantonly as she discovered the meaning of ecstasy; today, she was more or less willing to try it with a different lover. And again Elizabeth knew confusion and uncertainty. She had made it so wonderfully with dear, adorable Jody, learning more about her body within the short space of a few wild hours than she had ever known before. Was it possible to have the same kind of reaction to someone else, from a child even younger?

Timothy was moving toward the couch, and she focused upon the upright, swollen cock protruding from his crotch. The boy had very little pubic hair, and what there was shone pale blond, almost silvery around his small balls. But his prick was something else; distended and engorged, its head gleamed light pink, a big, solid cockhead throbbing atop a rigid pole that was bigger than his older brother's. It fascinated her, with its stretched knob and Its veined staff, and Timothy was caressing It with one hand as he stood before her, peering down at her nude body with awe.

"Man, what a juicy – looking pussy, he breathed. "Look at all that thick, black hair curling around her cunt lips. Mrs. Anderson, you're really beautiful; I never saw such big, soft tits before, and those long, long legs – "

Jody moved to the head of the couch and kneeled upon the carpet, his face close to Elizabeth's. "Just relax, darling. Timmy will love you as much as I do. He's so horny for you that he's about to pop off in his hand."

"My first woman pussy," Timothy said softly, and crawled up on the couch, setting himself between, 'her legs, kneeling there with his heated skin touching hers. "All that far out body – so round and smooth; all that crazy pussy, with so much mossy hair on It. I can see her pink lips peeping through the black fur. Man, oh man! I don't know what I want to do first – eat that gorgeous cunt or fuck it."

Jody said, "You'd better hick It If you don't, your cock will be spitting come all over the place. You can always go down on Betsy after."

Elizabeth quivered at the feel of Timothy's small hands upon her breasts, at the silken skin of him between her thighs. The boy caressed her tits gently, his slim fingers exploring their size and shape, then teasing the erect nipples, rolling them and playing with them as if they were the most precious of toys. Jody kissed her cheek and stroked her outspread hair, calming her while his younger brother fondled her body. She could accept it better because Jody was close.

But within a matter of seconds, Elizabeth found that she was concentrating upon Timothy, rather than upon Jody, squirming under the caress of his wandering fingers, her pelvis moving slowly as the young boy felt into her crotch. His fingers delved tenderly into her mound, feeling through the mattress of hair to find and pet the softening, dampening lips of her pussy. His touch was adoring, very gentle, and she was a little surprised, because he had been so anxious.

Then she felt the spongy knob of his glans nuzzling into her vulva, and a shudder fanned warmly throughout her flesh, making the rounded flesh of her thighs go tense. But even then, little Timothy didn't plunge right into her snatch; instead, he drew his large velvety cock – head up and down in the joining of her thighs, tickling it over the taut skin. His hands stroked over her hips, her belly, and she realized that this youngster was as proficient at sexual foreplay as his older brother, that he had the facility and patience to bring a woman to the peak of urgent desire before actually fucking her.

He rubbed the distended bulb back into her mound, drawing it all the way down to her anus, and resting it there for a tantalizing moment before trailing it back up and settling its resilient bluntness into the now torrid lips of her cunt. Slowly, Timothy moved it into her willing gash, pressing up and in as the rubbery labia stretched gladly for its entrance.

Elizabeth felt the cockhead slide into her vagina, and her cunt lips clung joyfully to the very stiff club as the boy worked his meat deeper and deeper. Up it. went, reaching farther than Jody's prick, nudging against the basket of her womb.

"Juicy," Timothy panted as his knob tapped bottom. "I knew your pussy would be this rich and juicy, lady. Oh wow – you're so hot and slick that I can't believe it. My balls are buried in your cunt hair, and your belly is like satin against mine. Man, man – you're tighter than I thought a grownup woman's pussy would be, and you're deep, sweet and deep – "

And warmly into her ear, Jody whispered, "Go ahead and hick him, Betsy. Show my little brother what a terrific screw you are. He's already crazy about your fabulous pussy, but you can turn him on even more. Fuck the hell out of him, darling."

So she threw her arms around the boy's slim neck and drew his panting mouth down to hers, meeting the thrust of his tongue with a serpentine coiling of her own, clashing her teeth to his. Now his willowy body was atop her, against her, so small and smooth, and she adored its newness, just as she loved the steady, powerful stroking of his strange prick inside her convulsing vagina.