Ina Ceste - Ever-Lusting Wife

Crotches were against her, one in front and the other in back. A boy held to her waist, the other to her tensed thighs. And they were both moving, moving, their wondrous shafts sliding juicily inside her pussy, her ass. Elizabeth's fingernails dug into her palms as she luxuriated in the hot sensations, squirming restricted upon the slowly pistoning meat.

She had to grind lightly, delicately, because the boys had her pinned between them, and they seemed to be timing their strokes so that they moved almost precisely together.

"Man, man," Timothy breathed. "I can feel your balls rubbing against mine, Jody – every time you stick it up in her ass, and I slide mine inside her snatch, I can feel them."

Elizabeth could feel them, too – the wrinkled, downy sacs pressing together between her spread thighs – and her leg tightened across Timothy's body; her arms went around the slim boy, and she was kissing him then, lancing her greedy tongue deeply into his mouth. They pumped their cocks to her, heaving and burrowing them to the quivering depths of her vagina, her asshole.

There was a tremendous bursting sensation inside her body, a shattering, overwhelming climax that made her scream softly against Timothy's teeth. Her orgasm was a stunning thing, radiating from different nerve ends, from never before used tendrils of flesh and skin and bone. Elizabeth shook in the majesty of its power, her pussy clenching furiously upon Timothy's embedded prick, her anus gripping the burled shaft of his brother.

Jody moaned, and she felt a final twisting thrust as the boy flexed his greasy cockhead and released a spurting load of semen into her tight tube. The ejaculation flushed boiling through the hose of her ass, saturating the shuddering length of it.

Then Timothy grunted and corkscrewed his cockhead to the bottom of Elizabeth's pulsating cunt, to shoot his own sizzling fluids into her farthest reaches, jet after bubbling jet spattering her cervix, her vaginal walls.

Locked together, gasping and shuddering, they lay panting for breath while the whirlpool of their blazing emotions slowly subsided, diminishing only gradually. Elizabeth had never been so shaken, never so completely gratified. She held their semen jealously, wanting it to seep into every hidden crevice of her glowing body, to absorb its enchanted fluid into her bloodstream.

But all magic comes to an end, and she could not hold them forever, so she only moaned when Jody began to back his slippery rod from the suction of her asshole, and once more when Timothy withdrew his greasy staff from the clinging of her pussy. They gave Elizabeth room to roll over onto her back, and she did so limply, temporarily drained and spent. But her nipples were pulsing, and soft, warm ripples still surged gently within her snatch.

"I'm pumped dry," Jody murmured, stretching beside her and pillowing his head upon her breasts. "But now we've made it all the ways, Betsy, and we'll do It again, do it over and over, because I'll never stop wanting to fuck you."

"Me neither," Timothy commented, sitting on the side of the bed with his prick sagging in the middle. "You have to be the greatest piece of ass in the whole world for both of us. You might be a little sore in the ass right now, but later on, I need to get into you like that, too."

Eyes closed, Elizabeth lay supine, feeling and hearing but not yet able to think clearly, and Jody said, "I wonder how Charlene's getting along with Sherman."

"She's probably going down on him right now," his brother answered. "or else teaching the guy how to eat her hot little gash."

Behind her eyelids, Elizabeth tried to picture her husband's face between the girl's slender, lithe legs, his mouth buried in the lightly haired and heaving little pussy. She couldn't get the image clear, because she had never even imagined Sherman doing anything so intimate as that, giving himself up to that special kind of wild, hot freedom.

But neither could she see him stroking that red – blond hair as Charlene took his swollen cockhead into her girlish mouth. Her memories of her husband were too straight up and down, too black and white, with everything drawn in harsh, tight lines. Even though she had watched breathlessly as he fed his prick into Charlene's squirming little snatch, Elizabeth couldn't completely shake the imprint of Sherman through the long and lonely years they had spent together. Could he really let himself go and flow easily with it, giving as much or more than he might be receiving in pleasure?

Jody chuckled, and she heard him say, "It seems like an older guy gets all turned on by a young chick, just like we get horny for a beautiful older chick like Betsy here. But I don't guess that means we still can't dig screwing teenage cunts, or that Sherman won't be interested in this gorgeous, black – haired pussy right here."

"It's getting the idea," Timothy said. 'I mean, for them. You remember how scared you were, when Mom first started fucking you? I know I was plenty scared, too; I couldn't even get it up right away. But once you know it can be done and how good it is, then everything is okay."

They had covered the subject neatly, Elizabeth thought dreamily. These passionate, lovely boys simplified it, stripped away the taboos and pretensions to get at the naked truth, and all the manufactured complications vanished. She lifted herself to her elbows and looked at them, at Jody's bronzed hair, at his brother's pale blond head and reveled in their beauty.

"If my husband has succumbed to your sister's charms again," she said, "I don't think we have to worry about him messing up what we have. Sherman seemed hypnotized by her, out there by the pool, and I'm sure he can't just pass her of as a momentary diversion. He's changed from the man I knew, and Charlene is changing him more every minut0 that she's with him."

Timothy said, "I'll sneak down and see if they're still making It, okay?"

"Yes," Elizabeth agreed, "but maybe you should get dressed. We don't want to shake him up too much; he might run away and try to be logical about what's happening. Then he might be afraid to keep it up."

"I'll be cool," Timothy promised, "and if he sees me, I'll pretend I don't see him, that I'm just hunting up some lunch."

She smiled at that familiar pattern; they always got hungry after a heavy session of satisfying flicking, and there was something to keeping up everyone's strength. Elizabeth frowned then, as another thought struck her: what if Sherman in his guilt had gotten himself so smashed that he couldn't do anything with the girl? She mentioned that to Jody.

He shook his head. "We would have probably heard from her by now, if he got too stoned. Charlene would have been right up here with us; one screwing only gets that girl started good."

Elizabeth swung her long legs off the bed, pleased with their shapely smoothness, because her young lovers were excited by it, and by the rich nesting of midnight hair nestling between the plump white thighs. She felt sticky, though, and said, "I'll take a bath now, then go down and make us something to eat"

Jody said, "Okay, but we really won't keep putting it off, will we? Swinging with your old man, I mean."

"Not a minute longer than necessary," she answered, standing up and catching a glimpse of her heavy breasts bobbing twin reflections in the dresser mirror. "Today or tonight, my husband will swing with us – or he can trot right on back to his mistress, and stay there."

As Elizabeth soaked in her hot bath, she found that Timothy had been right; she was a little touchy between her cheeks, but she thought that might soon pass, and she dwelled lovingly upon the idea of taking more prick there again, maybe even her husband's big rod. How would Sherman react to seeing her grinding upon two solid young cocks? And what would he think not if, but when he watched her making It with Charlene, the girl he thought he had stolen a sneaky piece of ass from?