Ina Ceste - Ever-Lusting Wife

Charlene's breath stirred Into Elizabeth's ear: "I was lonely. I kept thinking about how you fucked my brothers today, how beautiful you are, and I just had to come to you."

Tentatively, hesitantly, Elizabeth put her arms around the girl, meaning to comfort her, soothe her perhaps, then send her back to her own bed. Charlene's hair touched her nose, smelling fresh and faintly scented and very young, very soft. Charlene's warm breath tickled along her neck and Into her ear, sending quick responsive shivers down Elizabeth's spine. The trim, lithe body moved against her with a serpentine rolling of sleek hips and slender legs, with a soft but growing urgency that communicated itself to something burled deeply within Elizabeth.

No, she thought frantically – oh, no! This was against all concepts of morality, new and old, and her mind struggled with the idea, rejecting It as Impossible, but the lovely young body was moving, nestling, snuggling, and Charlene's skin felt heated, felt like burnished satin, and the tingle of her pubic hair was provoking.

Once she would have also rejected the merest hint of laying a sixteen – year – old boy, of laying anyone, really. Now she not only accepted that, and more – since she had been a willing participant in group sex, too – but she had been seriously thinking of getting her husband involved. If a mental housecleaning was going on, shouldn't she also at least try to sweep out all the dark corners, and give this new situation a chance?

Maybe she had no choice, for her flesh was being aroused, and that inner turmoil was growing ever stronger. When Charlene's small hands strayed up and down the curve of her back, Elizabeth trembled and the motion rubbed her hardening nipples back and forth over the girl's small, firm breasts.

Then Charlene's caressing fingers were fluttering over the rich curvings of Elizabeth's ass, stroking ever so lightly, ever so teasingly, and the tremors turned into earthquakes. Elizabeth couldn't help herself, didn't want to resist, and in turn, she drew her hands along the slowly twisting length of that lean and thrillingly volatile young body. The girl's lips were against Elizabeth's throat, soft and exploring, moving up along the jaw line and to the ear.

Elizabeth flinched at the hot probe that reached into her ear, and found her hands tightening upon the slimly sculptured mounds of Charlene's buttocks. Their breasts were mashed together, throbbing one to the other, resilient flesh to flesh, sending messages that only another woman could possibly decipher.

The girl's lips were sliding across her cheek, and touched the corner of her mouth. Charlene's lips were vibrant, mobile, spiced by the wholesome sweetness of her breath, and she placed them gently upon Elizabeth's. Parting, trembling, a dainty tongue sought comfort in Elizabeth's mouth, and she welcomed the honeyed exploring. The first curling against her own tongue sent flashes of liquid flame exploding through her body, and her arms tightened convulsively around Charlene's ticktocking form. The furry little mound squeezed Into her much hairier, much riper pussy, and soon they were stroking together there, moving their humid cunt lips back and forth and across.

It was different, and it was wondrously excliting, yet it was frustrating, for Elizabeth needed penetration, craved something to fill the aching void of her vagina and to fondle the throbbing alertness of her awakened clitoris. And she strove for more pressure, parting her thighs and using her hands to urge the girl's thrusting pussy harder against her own eager vulva. She felt something marvelously soft and quivering, an anxious pushing that made her own clit leap in answer, and Charlene moaned into her mouth, the girl's hot breath quickening.

Could their clits be touching? Something was massaging Elizabeth's hungry seat of passion, and her fucking movements were becoming more pronounced with every stroke.

"Th – that's it!" Charlene panted against her lips. "Oh yeah, Betsy – that's the way. I think we can make it like this, if you'll roll over and hike your pussy up at mine – "

Elizabeth turned onto her back, holding the girl tightly within her arms, sliding her deep tits over the hard, young knobs, passing her belly across Charlene's. Now her legs were opened to their fullest extent, and she jammed her cunt up against the girl's little snatch, grinding it into the giving, avid dampness, bucking her clit into something that was stimulating it with every lascivious thrust.

Charlene got her hands under Elizabeth's surging ass to grip the mellow cheeks, and tore her mouth away to seek a distended nipple with suctioning lips. Elizabeth's back arched convulsively and she pressed the girl's face hard into her heaving tits. Humping and lifting, she found herself being fucked – strangely, weirdly, and without depth, but fucked nevertheless. She rolled her ass and used both hands to help drive Charlene's pistoning cunt more fiercely against her own.

"We're really screwing," Charlene gasped, hammering her mound into Elizabeth's. "Oh baby, we're really going to make it. I can feel my clit going crazy – oh – oh! Fuck me, you beautiful, hot bitch – hick me until I – oohh! Ahhh, it's happening, happening! I'm going to come, Betsy come!"

Elizabeth strained to reach the dizzying heights with the girl she was flicking, driving her steaming mound frantically into the other, and as Charlene shuddered to orgasm, she was only a few hammering seconds behind. Her own climax was marvelous, a deeply gratifying and all – enveloping ecstasy that first snapped her flesh taut, then slowly relaxed It in an all – pervading warmth.

They held to each other, their hips moving sensuously, their crotches glued together by their seeping juices, hot and slippery. They kissed, but softly and adoringly, without a blazing of need. Charlene cupped Elizabeth's mature breasts, fingering the nipples, and Elizabeth reached for the girl's, taking another woman's tits into her hands for the first time. There were a bewildering number of firsts happening to her, she thought, and wondered if there could possibly be more, if there were still new erotic discoveries to be made.

She had fucked two boys and a girl now, and there was no way she would allow herself to be shamed by the experiences; if it was perverted to love a boy's hard cock with her mouth and tongue, then so be it. Bitter and frustrated Elizabeth Anderson would accept the label gladly. And she supposed that, if people knew, they would also call her names for sharing her body and emotions with this lovely girl. That didn't shake her, either; she wanted to shout her joy from the housetops.

Into the valley of Elizabeth's breasts, Charlene murmured, "I hope I didn't make too much noise. We don't want to wake up your old man, and make him wonder what's going on."

Petting the girl's silken hair, Elizabeth said, "No, we p don't. And I'm happy you didn't try to hurry things with Sherman; he might be panicked."

Charlene slid a little lower down Elizabeth's body, nuzzling along her rib cage. "Oh, he was about ready, I think. I was really teasing hell out of the poor guy, and I'll be the went to bed with a hard on. Kind of hate to think of that; it seems like an awful waste."

"You can work on him some more tomorrow," Elizabeth suggested. "My husband likes to have a few drinks on any weekend, and if he gets pretty high, we'll leave you alone with him, and see what happens."

"Good," Charlene purred, "I'm looking forward to trying out a new prick." She kissed Elizabeth's upper belly, and slid still farther down.

Elizabeth knew a warning twinge of trepidation, and drew a shaky breath. This was the way the boys had started, when they were about to go down on her; did Charlene have that in mind, too? It might be totally different, when one woman did that to another, and Elizabeth wasn't at all certain she wanted to find out. But the girl's mouth was warmly tantalizing, and her lips were eager, moving back and forth over her tummy, as Charlene's fingers roamed over her hips and thighs.