Ina Ceste - Ever-Lusting Wife

Timothy dug his fingers into her flowing hair and drove his flexing cockhead deep. His sizzling ejaculation erupted into her mouth, spitting globules of sticky come down her throat, and she swallowed gleefully, pulling for more, letting the juices drain down into her stomach, savoring the taste and thickness, the greasy richness sprayed upward from the boy's convulsing balls.

Elizabeth would never know which of them came first, she or Jody, and it didn't really matter. They churned together in a maddened, spinning ecstasy that welded his spurting prick inside the steaming clench of her saturated vagina, their crotches hammering insanely, their thighs taut and trembling as they reached the very pinnacle of emotion. Maybe she came more than once, in a multiple orgasm, or maybe it was a stretching – out of the magnificent climax. She knew only that wave after wave of blazing rapture swept over and around her and through her.

Carefully, lingeringly, Timothy took his softening prick from her mouth, drawing the sticky head across her lower lip and releasing his grip upon her hair. Elizabeth drew her tongue across her mouth to lap up any dampness the glans might have left behind, and raised herself to a sitting position. Jody's cock was still lovingly embedded within her sloshy cunt, his balls still tucked into the cleft of her mossy ass.

She looked down at the boy's quiet face, at his closed eyes and the mouth gone slack in relaxation. Oh, she adored him, and his horny brother too. She could worship their pricks with the utmost devotion, paying homage to them with lips and tongue and the concentrated heat of her aroused pussy, and she would, she promised herself, she certainly would.

Tenderly disengaging herself, Elizabeth lifted from Jody's shaft, hearing the liquid noise it made when her cunt lips released the dripping head; It was a musical sound that she meant to listen to as often as possible, and its special echo would always turn her on.

Limply, she sat upon the couch with her long legs stretched out, with her feverish pussy still pulsating, and the nipples of her heavy breasts yet enlarged. Leaning her head back, Elizabeth breathed deeply of the love – scented air, and thought that she had traveled a long way since her first orgasm. She couldn't imagine that she had ever resisted screwing Jody; it seemed like a bad dream, that image of her naked body writhing in frantic attempts to get away, while Timothy and Charlene held her down. How could she have been so stupid, so utterly silly?

She opened her eyes as one of the boys thrust an icy glass into her hand, and sat erect to taste the drink they'd mixed for her. It was powerfully laced with bourbon, the coke only a shadow upon her tongue, and she coughed after the first swallow. But she took another, and thanked Jody for bringing it to her.

He said, "I figured you might need it, after balling the two of us; thought you might be a little weak in the knees."

"I am," she smiled, "but don't ever let that stop you, lover. I think I can screw forever, hour after delicious hour of feeling two fabulous pricks in me at the same time. Oh, I'm so glad you talked me into this, darlings. Please have a little patience with me, if I hesitate again. I – I was wrong for so many years that it's like a bad habit, very difficult to break."

"You're nothing but wonderful," Jody said, sitting down beside her, his bare leg touching hers. "In one way, you've really just started fucking, and already, you're terrific at it."

"Good as our sister," Timothy put in. "Better, in some ways."

Elizabeth sipped more of her drink, feeling the warmth of the alcohol gathering deep within her belly, where it competed with the heat already there, that lovely pile of embers left over from the fucking she had received, and the semen she had swallowed. Now she knew both these handsome boys equally, having eaten both their hard pricks, having screwed them both. And she began to understand their intense attachment to their passionate little sister, who had also shared their love.

"Does Charlene go down on you, too?" she asked.

"Sure," Jody answered. "She's always hot for a prick, anywhere she can get it. Oral sex was one of the first things my mom taught me. She had me eat her first, telling me how to do it every second, and then she ate me. It was kind of standard for us to start out like that, then go on to a good, long fucking, once the edge was off us both."

Timothy had found a soft drink, and brought the can back to sit on the other side of Elizabeth. He said, "Mom didn't get around to me for quite awhile; even when she was all boozed up, I guess she thought I was too much of a kid. But one night Jody and I changed places in her bed, and I got some of her good pussy, too. After that, it didn't seem to make much difference to her who she was screwing, just as long as she got the meat from somebody."

And Jody added, "It would have been okay, but after awhile, the welfare people started hanging around and asking questions. She was always getting busted for being drunk, and finally they just took us away. I'm glad now, Betsy. I'm really glad."

Kissing his cheek, Elizabeth said, "I am, too. You'll never know how much, because without you lovely kids, I would never have been born again, given another chance at life. We'll be so happy here together."

Thoughtfully, Jody said, "What about your old man? I mean, even if he isn't around all that much, some day he's bound to walk in and catch me or Timothy with a hard prick buried in his wife's sweet pussy. And then what?"

She said, "I won't care. I just don't give a damn about what my husband thinks or does. Of course, he could make trouble for us through the welfare office. But if he even dares, I'll – "

"It may be better," Jody mused, "if we can get him with us. Look Betsy – I don't think that any guy who can raise a hard will be able to put down Charlene when she comes on strong. She is one hot and eager piece of ass, and every guy who even gets close to her can kind of feel it."

"Yes," Elizabeth said, "your sister has that in mind, I think. She was talking about it to me in the kitchen, but I don't know how Sherman will react. It will have to be done carefully, and I'll have to catch him making it with her, so he'll know he can't say anything."

"We can fix it," Timothy said excitedly. "I'm sure we can."

Finishing her drink, and feeling a little lightheaded. Elizabeth nodded. "But that's somewhere off in a dim and fuzzy future. If I know my husband, he may not even stay home after dinner tonight. And even if he does, I'll feed him so many drinks that he'll sleep through a hurricane, I promise you."

Grinning, Timothy said, "The guy must be out of his head, to go off and leave a crazy pussy like yours behind."

"He really doesn't know anything about my pussy, Elizabeth said truthfully. "I didn't know myself, until Jody fucked me. I imagine that Sherman would be just as surprised as I was, to find he had a wild and abandoned woman in his arms. But we just never clicked, my husband and me; maybe we never will."

"You don't know that," Jody said.. "Since you're so turned on, maybe you can do the same for him."

Elizabeth got off the couch and passed one hand over her face. "I can't believe this Is me, talking like this. But it is me, the woman who has been hiding inside a stiff – necked, uptight old harridan all this time. Now that the real woman is out, she's damned well going to stay out, no matter what I have to do to protect her freedom." Timothy clapped his hands together. "You know, you're really sexy when you walk around naked like that. Your ass jiggles up and down with every step you take, all wiggly and rippling, like it's begging for somebody to take hold of the cheeks."

Turning, she posed proudly for them, cupping her swollen breasts in both hands and aiming the nipples at the boys. She rolled her hips and did a bump and grind remembered from some otherwise long – forgotten night club. It made her feel good, and she watched the glow of their faces with delight.