Ina Ceste - Ever-Lusting Wife

Elizabeth shook her head. "I don't know yet, but he's taken the first step toward really joining the rest of us, and my husband won't be able to back out now."

"I figure he'll hit the bar," Timothy said. "And that'll give us time for fucking."

She lay back on the bed and spread her lush thighs. 'Tm ready, you lovely, horny boys. Come on and put it to me, one at a time or both together."

Elizabeth was at the point where she just didn't give a damn if her husband walked in and caught her screwing. If fact, she thought, it might be a good idea – that it would solve any remaining problem about telling him what had been going on. But she didn't think he would come into the boys' room, not just after putting his hungry meat to their sister's young pussy, and Sherman certainly wouldn't go into her bedroom; he would be feeling too guilty for that. He'd probably head straight for the bar and numb his conscience.

And little Charlene would no doubt help him forget he even possessed a conscience. But Sherman would be extremely nervous, wondering if his wife might walk in on him at any time, and catch him literally with his pants down. If he only knew, she thought, and lay back on the bed to give herself up to the sensual pleasures of being caressed by two sets of deft and loving hands.

One of the boys was fondling her thighs and prying delicately into her dampened labia, while the other cupped her breasts and toyed with the erect nipples. Her belly was kissed, and her tits; sliding and nibbling and feeling, the hands and seeking mouths were all over her body – hips, thighs, nipples – and under her arms. Elizabeth's skin was taut, and her pelvis rocked gently in time with the erotic rhythm deep within her volatile body. She wondered if any woman had ever been so lucky, if any once – lonely wife her age had ever been so adored by lovers this young and eager. Only some empress, she thought, some debauched queen who could order her slaves to perform.

But these loving children were not slaves; they wanted her, needed Elizabeth as much as she desired them, and she reveled in the intensity of their emotions as she did in her own voluptuous feelings. Wriggling one at each side of her body, their heads were at her chest now, and she stroked the fine hair, then suddenly arched her back and gasped as she felt two hot mouths suctioning upon her nipples, two hands lifting the mounds, two others fondling into the spread vee of her hairy crotch.

Everything was doubled for her, the pair of stiff pricks that were nudging her hips, the hands, the pressure of bodies, the avidly licking tongues. Each sensation was multiplied twofold, and violent reactions fanned searingly through her flesh, pricking her skin and making her squirm in blind reflex.

She felt fingers delving tenderly into her warmed pussy, moving at different depths and timings, so she knew that both the boys were reaching into her vagina and teasing her ready clitoris. They worked steadily upon her breasts, too, drawing much of the rich globes into their mouths, ringing the sensitive flesh with their teeth, those agile tongues constantly lapping and tantalizing.

It could be done to and for the boys, she realized; she and Charlene could get one of those beautiful kids between them, and love either Jody or Timothy. They could love them in turn, fucking and mouthing them, bringing each boy to the quivering heights of rapture. Her hips ticktocking now and her belly rippling, Elizabeth decided the issue for Charlene and herself, knowing it would be a fabulous time for all.

And Sherman? The idea ricocheted through her head, bright and hot, and Elizabeth pictured her husband pinned between the girl and herself, writhing and moaning in a tortured kind of delight, his big cock pulsing and shaking. Why not, she thought; once they got him to accept this new and thrilling way of life, Sherman would just have to join in all the sensual games and become part of them.

Someone's hands were tugging her over onto one side, and Elizabeth turned obediently, conscious that the boys were changing positions, moving about in some pattern of their own. Whatever they had in mind for her, the results were going to be delightful; she knew that already, and easily resisted any warning click of her programmed tape. The computer itself was weak, and would soon be gone from her life, she thought.

But the cheeks of her ass quivered when she felt fingers touching into the furry cleft from behind, fingers that had been liberally smeared with some sort of grease. Her eyes came open, and Elizabeth stared into the smiling face of little Timothy. One of her legs was draped across the boy, and his distended cock was snug against her belly. So Jody was behind her, spreading that slippery stuff into the crack of her ass.

Elizabeth caught her breath when the boy gently probed the small and amazingly touchy ring of her anus, when he inserted some of the melting, oily substance into her there. Jody must have felt her shock, or the involuntary tightening of her asshole, for he soothed her, saying, "Easy, Betsy. This is going to be real good for you, for all of us. This way, you can really get fucked by both of us, at the same time."

"You – you're going to put it in me back there?" Elizabeth's voice was strained and squeaky, although she fried valiantly to control its timbre.

"It won't hurt," Jody said quietly, "if you relax and don't tighten up, Betsy. I got a jar of cream from your bathroom, and that will make my cock slide in. I'm greasing my cockhead right now, making it real slippery.

"And th – then?" she asked.

Timothy answered. "After be gets to screwing you good in the ass, I'll put my prick into your juicy pussy, and we'll fuck you together. Jody's sticking it to you first back there because his cock is smaller than mine, and you'll be able to take it easier."

It would be all right, she told herself; these precocious kids knew exactly what they were doing, and she was titillated by the idea of actually having them both simultaneously, of really enfolding their lovely shafts in the hot cavities of her body. Elizabeth forced herself to lie quietly, to stay soft and relaxed as she felt Jody's slippery glans touch between her spread cheeks. The boy's cock – head was warm as it tenderly pressed against the hairy ring of her anus, and the cream within her tube allowed the blunt tip to slowly penetrate its rubbery circle.

Timothy caressed her tits as his brother pushed steadily at her hole, and Elizabeth felt the slow stretching of membranes, the gradual insertion of the spongy glans with its hard core. Her anus expanded, grew ever wider around the insistent knob, and when Jody gave a stronger thrust, coupled with a wiggle of his pelvis, his glans slid up into the virgin territory of her tube.

She sucked breath sharply when the length of throbbing meat reached snugly into her narrow hose, and Elizabeth let out air between locked teeth as she felt the thicker base of Jody's gorged prick against the ring. It was a wildly different sensation, having her lover's shaft locked inside her ass, and she could not keep from grinding ever so slightly upon it, testing what she could do with the marvelous rod.

"Oh man," Jody sighed gustily. "Your ass is wonderful, crazy, fantastic – it's so hot and tight in there, clamping down on my prick from the head clear down to the root. Ummm, darling – easy when you wiggle like that, or I'll come before Timmy ever gets his cock in your sweet pussy.

Timothy hurried to set his own knob into the trembling lips of Elizabeth's cunt, but the boy didn't simply jab it inside her. He was gentle, easing the enlarged glans through the wet quaking of her labia and slowly up into the silken clinging of her vagina. She seemed to be stretching throughout her body, her holes expanding gleefully to encompass the fabulously exciting pricks. Now she had them both, their round poles filling any aching void, the velvet covering of them resilient over the rigid centers.