Ina Ceste - Ever-Lusting Wife

Charlene was already blazing, Elizabeth knew, the tiny pussy already dripping with exotic oils to lubricate and ease the reaching of a stiff cock. But even so, the first entering was difficult, since Sherman's prick was so big, and the girl's cunt was so small. Working her slender crotch, pumping her pelvis in sexy gyrations, Charlene managed to get the bulb between her labia, forcing them to go elastic, and Elizabeth watched her husband's bulb slide up into the tight, hot clenching of the girl's vagina, seeing the dilated shaft follow easily, until Charlene was sitting down upon the roots of Sherman's buried cock and holding the length of it inside her sizzling, willowy body.

Wiggling her own pelvis, Elizabeth pumped tenderly back and forth upon Sherman's now eager mouth, thrilling at the exploration of his tongue, but realizing that she would soon have to give him instructions, because he had not yet discovered her clitoris. It was marvelous, seesawing there with his head clamped between her knees, with her crotch surging sand her belly rippling. For the first time in their married life, she felt she was truly blending with her husband, becoming a vital part of him as he was turning into an essential section of her being. And it was better, because he was being doubly thrilled, because his lovely prick was embedded in a tight young pussy while his tongue was coiling into another.

Rolling her juicy cunt upon Sherman's mouth, Elizabeth said to him, 'Darling, that's so good, so wonderful – but use your tongue higher, feel up into my pussy, just inside the cunt lips. Ooohh! Yes, right about there. Can you feel a little growth down under the soft tissues? Ahh, yes, oh yes; there it is, darling. That's my clit – my clitoris – and just keep tickling it, suck on it, lover – pull it out of its hot nest and hold it gently between your teeth – ahh, ahh!"

Her cunt surged against him then, pulsing and shivering from one end of the soapy sheath to the other, and Elizabeth leaned forward so that she could place the palms of her hands flat against his fleecy chest, so she could buck more strongly into his pulling mouth. Fucking him in the mouth, she thought dazedly; she was actually screwing her husband in the mouth, rocking and turning upon his avidly lapping tongue1 grinding her hairy, steaming snatch and humping as if she was riding a pistoning cock, and the sensation was lascivious, wonderful, abandoned. She loved it, adored it.

Elizabeth felt a hand upon one of hers, the quick soft fingers stroking, arid blinked over to see Charlene's in – tent, piquant face very close. The girl was also leaning forward, her tender but well – trained young pussy churning around Sherman's stretched prick, the fragile – appearing ass rolling. Her fingers tightened upon Elizabeth's hand, and they were holding each other's fingers, feeling their breaths panting, feeling the swiftly growing rapture building within their squirming bodies.

Charlene's green eyes seemed to expand so that they filled the room, the world, and Elizabeth sank into them as their faces moved closer together. She felt a searing, all – encompassing kind of thrill as their lips met lightly and moved, questing. A vast shudder drew Elizabeth taut when her tongue touched the girl's, and some kind of in – comprehensible cry burst against Charlene's small, white teeth.

Wheeling and seesawing her crotch, with her rich ass humping and her thighs locked strongly about her husband's head, Elizabeth hammered her dripping pussy into his suctioning mouth. They were a joined circle, because the girl was bucking wantonly upon Sherman's stroking prick, holding to Elizabeth's hands and meeting the lancing of Elizabeth's slippery hot tongue.

Sherman was between them, part of the circle, flesh joined juicily to sliding flesh, mouth to mouth, mouth to pussy, prick to pussy, and they all went blind with the fury of their joined passions. Twisting and heaving, moaning and gasping, they rode the frenzy of an exploding climax, together – eternally together, one of them passing through the other, glued and welded and locked. The man's spurting of furious semen was the lifeblood, the magic fluid that sealed them.

Crying out into Elizabeth's mouth, Charlene's voice was sharp and disjointed: "Oh! Oh, darling – Betsy – he's shooting his boiling come into my little pussy! Oohhh – it's so hot and slippery, and it just keeps squirting up in – side me; my cunt is trying to blot It all up, but there's too much semen – ooohh!"

Elizabeth was swaying in the grip of her own marvelous orgasm, rocking rhythmically upon her husband's mouth with her inner love juices flowing copiously, wondering if a triple climax was that much better. Each tremendously moving come was seemingly more terrific than the one that had gone before, each of them getting impossibly brighter and infinitely more fulfilling, sweeping all care and fear before its overwhelming magnificence. She thought that perhaps the ultimate one might dissolve her body and scatter bits of it to the far stars, but she wouldn't care.

Charlene's mouth moved away from hers, and the enchanted chain was temporarily broken, each of them becoming a separate link again. Sighing, Elizabeth opened her sleek thighs to give Sherman room to breathe, but his tongue was still moving within her dripping vagina, so she didn't lift herself completely from his face, not right away. Through passion – hazed eyes, she watched the girl hiking that neatly sculptured ass from the prick trapped within her young snatch, and saw Sherman's wet club as it snapped from the relaxed hold of the inflamed labia. A milky rivulet oozed down the reddened cockhead.

Then Elizabeth broke her connection with him, coming to her weakened knees and talking the soaked wealth of her furry mound from her husband's mouth. Sherman had thoroughly enjoyed eating her pussy; she knew that. Not once had he struggled, or recoiled, even when she was slamming her cunt into his teeth; he loved prodding his tongue into her shivering clit, loved the way she responded so passionately and fiercely.

Backing away from him, looking down to see his mouth and chin and cheeks glistening from the soft juices of her pussy, Elizabeth thought he had never appeared more handsome, or more desirable. She also realized that he was a very lucky man, to be so adored by two horny woman at the same time.

He was panting for breath, his eyes closed, and she lay down beside him, nestling her heavy breasts against his chest, bringing one leg across his thighs and feeling with her knee to touch his drained balls. Elizabeth was conscious of the girl moving, of Charlene sliding back up to the head of the bed, the adorable young body only turned more radiant by orgasm, the flawless skin glowing as the seldom banked inner fires showed through.

Dimly, drowsily, Elizabeth wondered what Charlene was up to, if the insatiable girl meant to continue the action somehow, and decided that Sherman wasn't really up to much more, for the moment. Feeling between his legs, she found the shrinking prick and fondled its softness.

But Charlene was eager for more thrills, and determined to carry through her next idea. Scooting around until she could lift Sherman's head laxly into her lap, she set herself there, stroking his hair with obvious affection. "You can keep going, man," she murmured to him. "You're some terrific stud, but you just haven't known it until now. I saw the way you ate into your wife's pussy, and I need some of that loving for myself."

Twisting her neck, Elizabeth said, "Charlene – "

"You can help," the girl said quickly. "You'll dig it, too; both of you will. Look, Betsy, if you'll just raise your head and pillow it on my thigh, I can move like this, and – oh yeah; that's going to work out just fine. Sherman baby, can you smell how hot my little pussy is?"