Ina Ceste - Ever-Lusting Wife

Sherman was squirming now, his pelvis making short and eager bumps that waved his solid shaft in the air. Elizabeth kept moving, kissing down his muscled thigh before drifting her mouth across her husband's groin, her tongue exploring wet and hot over his hairy skin. When she reach his belly button, Sherman's belly was heaving, and she could feel trembles wracking his flesh.

Driving her tongue violently into his navel, she twisted it deeply there while he gasped and clung tightly to the other girl in his arms. Elizabeth slid her body over to get between his legs, using both hands to spread his thighs wider. The dark brown and curling brush so luxuriant in his crotch intrigued her, and she toyed with it, teasing his now swollen balls and stroking his inner thighs in a manner calculated to bring him to the height of arousal.

Blowing her warm breath upon the velvety head of his engorged prick, Elizabeth slowly lowered her lips and touched them to the tremulous tip, where a sticky leakage clung clear. Using her tongue, she drew the droplet into her mouth and knew the flavor of her husband's inner juices, tasted them strong and musky and somehow sweet. Tantalizingly, she ran her tongue around that bulging knob, drawing it underneath, where the little clump of scar tissue was amazingly soft

Somewhere above her, Charlene murmured, "She's going down on you, Sherman; Betsy is just about to take your cock in her mouth and love it. Here, baby – feel my tongue in your mouth, while hers is playing across your prick."

Opening her lips, Elizabeth brought them down and fitted them ovej the pulsing knob, feeling the spongy – hard shape slide across her tongue and over the roof of her mouth. She caressed it gently, pulling it deep, laying it with a hungry tongue, sucking upon it as if it were a strangely formed lollipop. She knew how to please him now; she was experienced in eating pricks, since she had fed upon two others before this one, and Elizabeth used all her newly acquired knowledge upon her husband's cockhead.

Looking up the length of his body, she watched his belly quiver, and saw his chest pumping up and down in excitement His thighs came slowly together, pinning her head between them, and Elizabeth's hands fondled his balls, his legs, his belly and the think stem of his prick. She saw Charlene's tiny fingers playing with Sherman's stubby nipples, and the girl's pink tongue flicking in and out of his mouth.

Sherman had one big hand cupped around Charlene's dainty ass, and the other toyed with her small, apple-firm breasts as the girl curled eagerly to the side of his now arching body. Elizabeth raced her tongue even more fervently around his enlarged glans, and began to bob her suctioning mouth up and down upon his shaft in a slow, sensuous rhythm. He was lifting his crotch and letting it fall, the muscles of his hairy thighs tensing and relaxing around her head as she ate hungrily of his big prick.

She could hear her husband moaning in rapture, and feel the heavier thrusting of his cockhead as she took it against the adoring velvet goblet of her throat, as her satiny inner cheeks dipped in and out and her active tongue curled avidly over and around the quivering glans. His entire shaft trembled, and she sensed the onrush of semen that was hissing up from her husband's contracting balls. Elizabeth pulled greedily upon the flexing cockhead, and was quickly rewarded by the thunderous torrent of hotly bubbling come that jetted from it. It was a creamy, rich geyser that bathed her cheeks and flooded her tongue with its syrupy goodness, fountaining its heavy juices throughout her gobbling mouth and streaming oyster like down her thirsty throat.

She drew upon the slippery knob, tickled it with her tongue, and swallowed the milky honey, draining it down into her stomach as she siphoned for more. The flow tapered off, slowed to a dribble of semen, but still Elizabeth sucked upon the adorable head, pumping the final wetness from him, relishing every droplet of the deliciously thrilling stuff.

There, she thought; she had at last sucked her own husband's prick and taken his semen into her throat. She had finally brought Sherman to such a peak of ecstasy that he was still shuddering and jerking in uncontrollable spasms of sensual delight Drawing her tongue slowly up the length of his yet stiff shaft, Elizabeth took her mouth from around the nearly dry cockhead, and sighed.

Charlene was still wiggling against him, still nibbling Sherman's lips and teasing his chest with flying fingers, but when the girl sensed that Elizabeth had finished, she turned her face to smile. "Real kinky," she whispered, "for me to tongue him while you were eating his cock. He went wild there for a few seconds, so you must have really given him some terrific head, Betsy."

"I did my best," Elizabeth murmured. "And he's still hard. Do you have any suggestions?"

Sherman stirred languidly, his eyes closed, his breath slowing by degrees. Charlene sat up and said, "Damned right, I do. Sherman baby – I'm going to crawl down there and ride your big prick now, while you find out what your wife's beautiful pussy tastes like."

Sitting between his bent knees, Elizabeth watched his eyes spring open, but her husband didn't rebel at the idea; he simply drew a long breath and nodded. She moved around his supine body upon her knees, and his eyes clung to her polished ebony mound all the way.

When she was close to his head, she asked softly, "Have you ever done this before, dear?"

"No," he said hoarsely. "I never really did; I only kissed a cunt a couple of times."

"I like that," she said. "I like being the first one for you. Has your mistress ever sucked your cock, either?"

Her husband bit his lips, but he didn't try to cop out, "N – no, she hasn't I guess it was because I never encouraged her any. But Elizabeth – "

"Shhh," she said. "It doesn't matter, darling. Here, I'll slide around where I can put one knee on each side of your head like this."

Poised above her husband's upturned face, Elizabeth watched their foster daughter scurry down Sherman's body to take up the same position, only Charlene was balanced above a cockhead, and Elizabeth was set with her crotch over a nervous mouth.

Charlene reached down and took the man's sturdy pole In one small hand, fingering its heft, but her eyes were locked with Elizabeth's, establishing an intimate contact, reaching across the length of Sherman Anderson's body to share an understanding of each other's emotions, as they were about to share the ready male beneath their naked bodies.

Moving her own hands up and down the smooth roundness of her widespread thighs, Elizabeth began to lower her hairy crotch very slowly, dropping it inch by inch toward his uncertainly waiting mouth, her cunt lips throbbing and turning juicy with anticipation. This was the pussy he had always craved, but had been too ashamed to really take, or too afraid of his own failings, or too something. Now he could realize the full potentials of his wife's rich cunt, and perhaps learn his own potentials in the doing.

Elizabeth stared down into his face, into Sherman's inverted eyes, until the furry forest of her pulsating mound was lowered to his lips with a gentle firmness, cutting off her view of anything but his chin. She felt the shock of his warm mouth, as her humid labia spread to cover it, and the pressure of his nose. Her nails dug painfully into the tender flesh of her tensed thighs as Elizabeth settled back upon her haunches, her crotch locked upon her husband's face. Then she knew the tentative licking of his uncertain tongue, feeling the slippery penetration as he reached it up through her greasy cunt lips and into the torrid hole of her vagina.

Gasping, she rocked tenderly upon him, upon his teeth and chin, reveling in the probing of his tongue within the caressing membranes of her pussy, In this matchless closeness, this rare and lovely kind of adulation. Her eyes focused upon Charlene's gamin face, and saw the enjoyment spreading there. Glancing down, Elizabeth watched the girl twisting her dainty ass to get the swollen cockhead centered in the delicate entrance of her girlish mound.