Ina Ceste - Ever-Lusting Wife

He lay on the carpet beside her, his hands roaming, feeling, caressing, his breath tingling against her throat. "Was that the first time you really made it, Mrs. Anderson?"

Her voice sounded scratchy. "Y – yes; Oh, I never knew – I feel so cheated, after all these years."

"We'll make up for it," Jody promised. "We'll just keep Lucking until you're all caught up."

It took Elizabeth a few long, confused moments, but she slowly began to pull herself together. Her mind was a kaleidoscope of conflicting Images, swiftly changing and dissolving, only to be replaced by more sobering ones. But her body – ah, her body – it was warm and pulsing, tingling in every pore, alert to every sensation, vibrant and alive.

"We – we'd better get upstairs," she said huskily. 'To my bedroom. Sherman, he's my husband, would never come in there without knocking, But he might come home any time and find us down here. Sometimes he doesn't come home at all, but It would be just like him to just come barging In here, where he's not wanted at all."

"Okay," Jody answered pleasantly. "Anywhere you're comfortable, Mrs. Anderson."

She sat up, automatically crossing her arms over her large breasts and pulling her thighs together, instinctively hiding and protecting. Her hair had been pulled loose from the bun she usually wore at the back of her neck, and was spilling over her bare shoulders. Trying a weak smile, she said, "My name is Elizabeth. I imagine you know me well enough to call me that.”

He said, "It. doesn't fit you. Neither does Liz, or Becky – let's see: how about Betsy?"

Hiding her face, Elizabeth felt around for her dress and drew it to her flushed body. She could feel the hotness of the boy's semen contained within the sleeve of her vagina, and the imprint of his smooth, solid flesh upon her belly.

"But what I'd like to call you," Jody said, stooping to collect her bra and panties, "is Mom. You're much more beautiful than my real mother was, but she was just about as hot natured, and I thought a lot of her, when she wasn't too smashed to walk or do anything else."

This was too much, Elizabeth thought; squeezing her rumpled dress to her with one hand, taking her kicked – away shoes with the other, and folding her long legs beneath her body. Guilt came rushing back to overwhelm her, and she wished Jody hadn't mentioned his mother. Why would he want to call her Mom, when he had just had sexual relations with her, raped her, in fact? She didn't even want to think about it, and flinched when he reached down to help her to her feet.

Hurrying, because she felt so utterly exposed, so completely naked, Elizabeth sped up the stairs and into her bedroom, her heart pounding. The safe, familiar surroundings closed around her, and for a second or two, she felt almost like herself. Except the boy was standing close behind her, a stranger who had known her most intimate part, who was even now staring at her nude haunches.

And he said, "Your hair is lovely like that, hanging like a black cloud down your back. Did your old man ever tell you what wonderful legs you have? They're so long and shapely, all smooth and neat, as If you've been polishing them. And the way your ass is put together, like sculpture – gorgeous."

Elizabeth felt her skin prickle, and she held the dress more closely to her body, afraid to let it go, pushing it into the tender nipples of her swollen breasts.

She could sense him moving closer, although his bare feet made no sound upon the thick carpeting; she felt him with her new awareness, and didn't jump when Jody's breath stirred along her shoulder, when his hands came to rest ever so lightly upon the upper swell of her hips.

"You've been lonely," he said. "Just like I was, like the other kids, too. Don't you love your old man, your husband?"

"I g- guess so," she said, trying not to tremble. "I don't know. We just get along, In a way."

"But he doesn't screw yon," Jody said, caressing her hips, sliding his hands around her waist. "You said you never made it before, that you never came until we fucked. Why is that?"

His cock touched her buttocks, and Elizabeth's knees almost collapsed. It was still hard, and she could feel a hint of stickiness upon the spongy head, the same drying syrup that was between her thighs, clotting there like an ineradicable white tattoo. How many times could Jody screw? Her husband had always only gone once, and she had always been grateful for it.

She said, "I don't know. It – sex just never felt right, before. He – Sherman might have stopped trying. I know he found someone else, a mistress."

"And you never found yourself a boyfriend? Lady, you have really been uptight about Lucking. We'll change all that and have more fun than you can imagine."

Elizabeth swallowed, feeling the boy moving his prick up and down between the cheeks of her ass, tickling her, making hot little waves ripple through her belly. "But why me? I'm so much older – "

"I dig older women," Jody answered, his hands roaming up and around her tensed body to push away the crumpled dress so he could cup the fullness of her heavy breasts. "I learned to fuck from an older woman. Oh, I dig screwing my sister, too. Charlene is a wonderful piece of ass, but I prefer my women mature – like you."

She was weak, her mind fumbling for excuses why she should insist that this boy get out of her bedroom and leave her alone. She found excuses, but no reasons, and it was difficult to think at all, with his fingers rolling her erect nipples between them. Could there be another frantic, blinding madness for her, one more perfect moment of ecstatic release?

His belly was against her ass, Jody's upright prick along her lower spine, and she could feel the marvelous softness of the boy's balls. He was urging her gently toward the big bed with the white satin spread, moving her ahead of him as he cupped her tits and breathed into her hair.

Maybe he couldn't do it again; perhaps she had reached such a magnificent orgasm with him only because she was being raped, other people holding her down so that she could not resist him. Maybe that furious, cresting emotion was something she would never know again.

The bed was against her knees, and she tried to turn with him, but Jody pushed her tenderly down upon her tummy, sliding her forward so that her feet were off the floor, and Elizabeth wondered when she had dropped her shoes. Jody climbed onto the bed with her, his knees nudging her legs apart, his hands wandering thrillingly over the shaping of her ass, stroking the skin, kneading the tender flesh.

"A beautiful ass," she heard him murmur. "I could feel It for hours, or just stare at it. So creamy and round, and those soft black hairs curling up from the crack. I can see the end of your juicy pussy, too – all rich and steamy. Your cunt lips are red now, and they kind of shine through the hairs."

Elizabeth burrowed her flaming face into a pillow, clenching the satin bedspread with clawed fingers, her hardened nipples drilling into the slick material. Her husband had done it to her in this very bed, always In the sightless dark, always mounting her like a beast and jamming away at her stiff, unyielding vagina until he ejaculated and rolled off. Sherman had never admired her ass and fondled it so lovingly. Sherman had never kissed her back like this, nor drawn a hot tongue down her spine.

Quivering, she felt the boy slide his hands beneath her belly, and when Jody lifted, she came obediently to her knees, her hands braced beneath her.

"Yeah," he said throatily, "just like that, baby. Just like that, with your black, shiny pussy all curly and inviting, with your red cunt lips smiling at me, wet and slippery. I'll bet you never had it this way before, either, that you never took the meat dog fashion, getting it up your pussy from behind."