Ina Ceste - Ever-Lusting Wife

His finger slipped from her vagina, away from the vibrancy of her stimulated clitoris, and she regretted its going, her crotch blindly attempting to follow, even though Elizabeth struggled to hold her violated body inert. They were coming to their senses, she told herself; the children were realizing the seriousness of their crime and stopping in time, before the true harm was done. But – Jody was still sucking upon her nipple, and Timothy had not released her wrists: Charlene yet held tightly to her ankles, keeping her legs spread for her brother.

And what was this – this Insistent probing of something spongy, but with a core that hinted of steel? It was against her labia, pushing gently but firmly, and Elizabeth shuddered again, her eyes flying open. Jody was going through with 1t the boy was going to rape her, his foster mother! She stared down at the top of his bronze head between her heaving breasts, and tried to twist her pelvis out of harm's way, but the motion only helped to seat the distended glans more firmly into the dampened lips of her mound.

"You – you mustn't!" she tried to shout against his palm, but made only groaning noises.

It was pressing into her, pushing strongly so that her lips were parting slowly, giving to the steady pressure and going elastic. Elizabeth felt the tip reaching into her body, felt the knob sliding deeper, and suddenly that gorged bulb was penetrating far up into her vagina, up and up as If it would never stop. The shaft was round and firm and so very smooth, a velvet covering that the traitorous walls of her vagina closed snugly about, somehow well oiled and slidy.

She felt so many other things – the feathered sac of his testicles snuggling against the cleft of her buttocks, the touch of his furry pelvis against hers, the warmth of the boy's sleek thighs between her own, the negligible weight of him upon her body, the wet, avid suction upon her breast. Her vagina rippled when Jody drew back his shaft and the bulging head lingered just inside the gripping of her inner labia before being shoved to the depths again. Elizabeth's skin was tight, her muscles rigid, but there seemed to be a marvelous softness, a fantastic wetness growing within the confines of her filled vagina.

Slowly, lovingly, his penis slipped in and out, and now she knew the fabulously sensuous rolling of the boy's hips, that erotic action that made his glans slid thrillingly around inside her sheath, touching ultra – sensitive places that had never before been reached.

Jody said down to her, after lifting his mouth from her aching nipple, "You have a farout pussy, Mrs. Anderson. It's so deep and rich, and it kind of sucks on my prick every time I stroke it. So soft and hot, all greasy and loving – a beautiful cunt, lady – a fine, crazy pussy."

She moaned against his hand, because she was experiencing hot waves of feeling she'd never known, an ever – growing sensation that seemed to be filling her body. Flashes of heat concentrated within her sheath, and her hips were making small, ticktocking motions, her tummy was flexing, and it was all right.

… It's all right, mama… I can't fight back and I'm not doing anything wrong… he is… it's only him, mama… and I can't help myself…

With a sudden, furious twist, Elizabeth jerked one hand free of Timothy's grip, and that arm coiled around Jody's neck, drawing his face down to hers. Eyes wide open, she jammed her open mouth to his, making their teeth dash, hurting her lips and not caring. Hissing into his mouth, she arrowed her tongue against his, and felt her other arm being released at that moment. She held the slim, strong body close, moaning and gasping while her hips surged and her vagina contracted.

Jody ripped his mouth from hers to grunt, "Turn her legs loose, Charlene – so she can really Luck me back."

Now his thing – no, his prick – really bored into her seething vagina, thrusting deeply, withdrawing, pounding and hammering as Elizabeth rode the marvelous meat. Her pelvis struck savagely at Jody's, and her tall gyrated insanely. Her ass, she thought joyously, her ass was bucking and lifting, and her pussy was gulping at the boy's fabulously thrilling pole, at this cock that was driving her out of her mind for the first time in her life.

"That's it, lady," Jody panted. "Oh yeah, baby – that's the way to Luck a guy – grinding your hot pussy and whipping your lush ass around, just eating up my cock. Fuck me, baby – Luck me as hard and hungry as you can – ride my prick, baby – ride It hot and juicy, because you're making me come – maldng me come!"

Not so soon, she begged silently, her tongue lancing into his mouth then, her nails clawing Into the slim muscles of his back and her awakened body squirming frantically beneath him. Oh, not so soon, because she never wanted this wondrous feeling to come to an end; she wanted to fuck and be Lucked forever.

Then she felt the explosion of his youthful semen deep within the churning depths of her aroused pussy, the fiery release of this beautiful boy's come as it splashed hotly and creamily throughout the flaming length of her vagina. Thick and rich, bubbling and sizzling, the magic liquid bathed her cunt walls and inundated her womb, a luxurious, honeyed juice that flowed along her nerve ends and made Elizabeth Anderson dimly understand the meaning of sensual love.

"Ahhh!" she cried out, tearing her mouth from the boy's panting lips. "Ahh! Oh, no! Oh, yes – yes, yes! Oh lord – I'm ripping apart, shaking myself to pieces – I can't – it's not possible for me to – but yes, it's happening. It's really happening! Oh Jody, my lover, my beautiful boy – don't stop fucking me. Slide your lovely hard cock around in your semen, make me – oh, make me – UUUHH!"

Elizabeth came in a burst of glory, her long dormant clit shuddering and vibrating madly, her hips churning and her pussy clenching around the boy's driving prick. The room rocked around her, then vanished in skyrockets, in a nova of exploding stars; there was only the terrific feeling, the being, the living – and reaching, reaching, while Jody's cock sledged powerfully within the satin, clinging folds of her enraptured vagina.

She went fluid then, melting in the inferno of her first orgasm, conscious only of the beauty and the overwhelming power, knowing only the ecstasy of her undulating cunt and the bliss of the strong, round prick. She was liquid and dripping; she was mother and lover and wife to him, for him, with his beautiful prick, against his superb male balls.

Maybe she fainted; possibly she only drifted warmly in a never – never land of lotus and moonsilver, but when she came slowly back to the now, Elizabeth's eyes fluttered, and she began to catch her breath. The boy was still netted between her caressing thighs, but he was gently lifting himself, tenderly backing out the length of his adorable shaft, and the walls of her pussy clung jealously to it, the lips of her pussy tried to hold it captive.

Elizabeth felt the slippery trail of semen oozing down her inner thigh, when Jody's cockhead came out of her labia, and she writhed sensuously at the touch of it. Her arms were weak, but her hands reached out to him in mute appeal, and Jody stayed where she could at least place her fingertips against his warm belly.

"Oh wow," somebody said in awe, "but she can really Luck, once she puts it all together."

"Timothy," Jody said, "why don't you take Charlene upstairs and give her a good long screwing? I don't think our foster mom here is ready for more than – one of us at time, and I'd like to be alone with her for awhile, okay?"

"Okay," Elizabeth heard the girl answer, and In a moment she was alone with her young lover, with this impossibly perfect boy who had shown her the way to sublime heights she hadn't known existed.