Ina Ceste - Ever-Lusting Wife

By the time she reached the lower floor, Elizabeth had decided to call the welfare people and report the horrible incident. But the other boy was standing there in front of the phone, little Timothy Goodall, with only a towel wrapped about his slim waist – and there was a nasty bulge showing.

Elizabeth slowed and tried to put on a stern face. "Timothy what are you doing down here, naked like that? Get back upstairs at once."

The boy's blue eyes slid over her. "You saw them didn't you? You saw Jody and Charlene screwing.

"I – I – " Elizabeth wet her dry lips. "Do as I say, Timothy. You're obscene, standing around like that." There was a bulge in the towel; she could see his thing pushing out, obviously a little smaller than his brother's. Somehow, she had invited a trio of young sex maniacs into her home; somehow, she had to get them out.

"You're going to fink on them," Timothy said. "They'll come get us and put us back in the home."

"Please Elizabeth said, "don't make it more difficult. I – you're not really children, It seems, but something else. Now, get away from that phone."

The boy didn't move; and his eyes were insistent, probing at her clothing, sliding through her shapeless dress to touch her clammy skin. "You know, you're really a fine – looking chick I can see your knockers trying to stand out, and I dig the way your ass wiggles when you walk, and you've got real crazy legs. Why do you hide all that, and pretend it's not there?"

"Don't – don't talk to me like that," Elizabeth stuttered. "I never – "

Timothy edged toward her, that ominous erection threatening to pull the towel free of his narrow hips. The boy's skin was pale and flawless, his chest hairless, his tummy flat. He said, "The only chick I ever fucked is my sister. I never got to put my cock into a grown – up woman's pussy. I'll bet your pussy is real soft and deep, with plenty of farout black hair on it. Does your old man Luck you much?"

Stunned, Elizabeth backed away, the forbidden words hammering at her, cutting through her determination and making her defenseless. "S – stay away from me. Don't come any closer, do you hear?"

"Your tits Jiggle when you breathe hard," the boy said, keeping on with his slow march. "They've got big nipples, too. Does your old man suck on your nipples, or maybe rub his prick in between your knockers? I really like tits, but Charlene's are little things."

"I'll scream," Elizabeth threatened. "There'll be police – "

Behind her, the voice said quietly, "No fuzz, lady."

She whirled to see Jody at the foot of the stairs, with the girl only a step behind her brother. Both of them were still naked, without shame; the boy's sex organ was still standing out, Its awful head glistening wetly with left – over semen, all pink and swollen. Jody said, "Ease up. I was going to get to you next; but ever since they put us away, I never had a piece of ass, and I was so horny for Charlene's sweet cunt that I just couldn't wait. Now, you want to come up to bed with me, or make it down here?"

Elizabeth gasped. "Never! What makes you think – "

His smile was slow and white and wise. "I felt it, first time I saw you, Mrs. Anderson. I can feel It reaching out to me right now. You need it, lady; you need to be Lucked real bad."

"N – no!" she snapped, and spun to try for the front door.

Timothy caught her arms from behind, clamping his bands upon her elbows with surprising force. Then the other two were leaping at her, so naked, so obscenely nude, and Elizabeth was swept down before their onslaught. On the carpet; she kicked and twisted, trying to scream against the palm that muffled her mouth, panic racing through her body and freezing her mind. They couldn't mean to – they wouldn't -

But they held her and worked at her dress, and although she struggled weakly, it was lifted over her head and thrown aside. She kicked, but the girl pinioned her threshing ankles, and Elizabeth nearly choked as her bra was torn loose. Her freed breasts swelled out, big and olive tinted, their large nipples darkly flaccid.

"Man," Jody sighed, "look at those fine tits. They're big and soft as pillows, and rye never seen nipples like those. Wow!"

"Get her pants off," Timothy said. "She's frying to get her arms loose."

Arching her back, Elizabeth fought them as best she could, her mind spinning insanely and her body on fire with humiliation. She felt Jody's fingers hook into the top of her plain sensible panties, and trembled when his one hand peeled them down from her lunging hips and over her thighs. Her mound was exposed to all of them now, open for their staring eyes, and Elizabeth knew horror.

Over her knees, her calves and, as the girl let go, one ankle at a time, the panties were gone; Elizabeth Anderson was totally nude among strangers, for the first time in her sheltered life. Before she could get over the shock, Jody was suddenly between her legs, and although she twisted and turned, she could not force out his slim, warm body.

"Oh hell," Timothy said, pinning down her wrists. "I thought l was going to fuck her first."

"Later," his brother promised. "Our foster mother here had big eyes for me right away, only she wouldn't admit It. Hold her tight, Timmy – she still doesn't know how bad she wants to be screwed."

"That's a real beautiful pussy," Timothy commented. "It looks so black and soft, and I'll bet she's turning nice and greasy inside."

"A beautiful pussy," Jody agreed, and Elizabeth flinched as his free hand explored the tenderness of her opened thighs, sliding warmly over the taut, smooth skin. She tried to bite his hand when the boy's fingertips felt gently around the outline of her mound, tickling into the thick wealth of her midnight pubic hair. Sharp tremors shook her body as he touched the sensitive zone, as his fingers felt down through the shaggy barricade to discover the recoiling of her labia.

"Soft and fine," Jody breathed, and through eyes very nearly squeezed shut, Elizabeth could see the hungry throbbing of the boy's glans, the eager pink gleaming of that distended head with its blunt point and the terrifying flanges. Was there a tiny droplet of pre – seminal fluid beginning to form at the little mouth? She shuddered and told herself that this simply could not be happening, that she was caught up in some horrible dream.

These were only children, and she was an adult woman, secure in her social position, married and respectable and more than old enough to be their mother. They wouldn't really dare to rape her; there were laws and -

His fingertip was nudging into her labia, forcing its way through the quivering lips and burrowing inside the entrance to her vagina. Oh no, she thought wildly, oh no, no! But the finger moved inexorably in, sliding easier once it reached the oils of her membranes, and Elizabeth shook from head to foot.

"Man," Jody said, "she's tight, about as tight as your pussy, Charlene. She doesn't get screwed much, I guess. But her cunt is turning juicy now, good and slippery and hot. Let's see – yeah, there's the hood and her clit – "

Elizabeth jerked violently when the boy's fingertip bored gently beneath her clitoral hood and found the ultra – tender place. Her eyes clamped totally shut now, she fought for breath, for some kind of sanity as the boy manipulated her clitoris, teased it with a peculiar deftness that started to send tingles throughout her tummy and down her spine.

She winced again as she felt hot breath upon her breasts, quaking deep within her outraged flesh when his lips brushed so teasingly across one nipple which betrayed her by leaping erect and stiff. Nuzzling into her globes, Jody licked at them, nibbled softly upon their sensitive skin, and Elizabeth gasped when his mouth closed over one nipple and he laved it with his tongue before starting to suck Her husband had never done this to her; he had kissed her breasts a time or two, but never used a hotly thrilling tongue upon them, never tenderly devoured them, fed upon them. It was a wildly arousing sensation, and Elizabeth battled against succumbing to it. She could not, must not -