Ina Ceste - Ever-Lusting Wife

She couldn't answer if she tried; her throat was constricted, and Elizabeth knew a weird feeling of total submission as the boy's distended cockhead slipped between her thighs to lie pulsing against her dewy labia. Her crotch moved of its own accord, grinding down along the length of Jody's prick, and her ass hunched back into him.

But he didn't move that adorable glans up into her aching slot; instead, he teased it up and down the lips, sliding and tickling as he held to her hips and pushed his pelvis into her buttocks. "Tell me what you want," he said.

"I – I want you to – to love me," she whispered.

"No," he insisted, "say it right. Say it out front, and use the words."

"Please," she begged, wiggling to him, feeling a growing urgency, a frantic need to discover if that first time had been an accident. "Oh please, Jody."

He squirmed his gorged cockhead along her avid labia. "Say it, baby; ask me."

Elizabeth swallowed; her throat felt dusty dry. "F – fuck me, Jody; please, please fuck me!"

"Sure," he said, "I'll fuck you because you're beautiful and hot, and your pussy is nice and drippy. Here, baby – feel my knob pushing up into your wet cunt lips."

She sighed as she felt that wonderful bulb pressing into her willing labia, as the blunt head reached up into the parted lips to penetrate into the greedy sleeve of her vagina. It was different, coming in this way, she thought, a new feel to the round, stiff meat as it slid deeper and touched unexplored areas of her cunt. It seemed so very long, as if it would go all the way up into her stomach before it stopped. Gasping, she knew the gentle movement of his balls between her thighs, and the hairy pressure of his crotch against the cheeks of her trembling ass. Jody's prick was seated in her all the way, her pussy lips locked eagerly around the base of it.

It was in her once again, this fantastic, gorgeous cock, this young, hard organ that had driven her out of her mind with rapture. Elizabeth rotated slowly and gently upon Its rigid, yet rubbery length, feeling the spongy flanges of the cockhead, knowing the heavy veins of the shaft and discovering a narrow ridge along its underside.

Her hair hung down around her face, lightly scented and thick, like a black cloud, Jody said. Her breasts hung down, too, their thick nipples gorged and thrumming. Lasciviously Elizabeth swung her ass and humped her crotch upon the glorious club seated so deeply within her blazing body. It felt so good, so right; Jody's cock was sweet and strong; It was gentle and powerful, and she craved more of it, all of It. She wanted even those feathered balls inside her suctioning vagina, all of him, every adorable inch of the boy.

"Great," he said, fondling her ass and working his hard meat back and forth Into the gripping of her slick pussy, "fine, baby. You really enjoy taking a stiff prick, don't you? Tell me, Betsy; tell me how much you love my stiff prick – Mom."

"I I – love It," she answered jerkily. "Oh, I love your nice, stiff prick, Jody. Fuck me with it, darling. Ahh, Luck me harder; ram it to me."

He folded his body over hers then, tented her arched frame with his sleek flesh and reached around to take both her pendulum breasts in his hands. Jody held to her tits, squeezing them in rhythm as his prick searched her heaving snatch, in and out, back and forth, and always with that special twisting motion.

Stepping up the passionate beat, he began to sledge his cock into her soapy sheath, the sac of his balls slapping wetly. She moaned in happiness and rotated her ass voluptuously, reveling in the primitive strength of the boy's pounding organ, in the dominant position he had taken. Ah yes, she was a bitch, a conquered female, and he was the triumphant male animal, fiercely thrusting his rod into her helpless pussy, hammering it to the receptive depths, pulling back for another savage stroke.

"Take it," he panted. "Oh, take my cock, you juicy bitch, you beautiful slut – ride my prick because you love It, because you can't do without a hard shaft up your hot pussy. Roll your sweet ass, mom – shake It for me."

Elizabeth dug her fingernails Into the bed cover, knowing a honeyed pain in her breasts because he was crushing them, and loving It, loving him. But mostly, she worshipped the wonderful prick that was churning into her aroused pussy and flashing wet lightning throughout it. Biting her lips, she wheeled her ass in violent arcs, humping with him and against him, meeting every lunging stroke the boy made with a thrusting of her own, rocking back on hands and knees.

And taking it, undulating over It, riding that marvelous pole with a mad joy because she could feel the surging of the unbelievable feeling lifting again, centering Its blaze around her throbbing clit to spread the fingering flames Into her vagina, her belly – oh, and even making her clench her anus violently.

"Jody, Jody! It's happening again – really happening! Oh – ahh, darling, don't stop fucking me – put that meat to me, rip my pussy open with your cock, you sweet boy! Ahhh! Ahh, darling – I'm coming, c – coming!!!"

Jody jack hammered his hard meat into her seething cent, gripping her dangling breasts for handholds as he struggled to drive his cockhead impossibly deeper into Elizabeth's fiery sheath, bumping it against the velvet cupping of her cervix. She was sobbing now, groaning her rapture as the orgasm went thundering through her body; her pussy flexed and gripped, rippled and let go, only to squeeze down upon the boy's pistoning shaft once more.

"Letting it go in your cent!" he gasped. "Oh Mom, Mom – you hot – assed bitch – you horny chick – I'm shooting off inside your juicy pussy, pumping my come Into you!"

Elizabeth felt the head of his cock swell and tremble, felt the hissing stream that came jetting from It to fountain deep within her maddened vagina. His semen was so thick and buttery, boiling against her womb and soaking into the tremulous walls of her pussy. She reveled in the oily, slippery sensation of the male liquid, in the oyster – like flood of the sublime fluid from Jody's straining balls. She was at once the receptacle, the taker, yet she was the pump that was siphoning the final spurtings of his come, the live, ravenous hole that was pulling the last drops of Jody's semen from the head of his darling prick.

He panted against the back of her neck, and his hands fell limply away from her tits, so Elizabeth allowed her knees to unhinge, her elbows to bend, and they slid forward together. Jody's cock was still socketed deeply within her greedy snatch as her tits flattened against the bed. Bringing her thighs together, she held him a tender prisoner there.

"That was terrific," he murmured against her skin. "I never had a better piece of ass, Betsy. You really have a precious cent, like it's lined with silks and velvets, only all slicky, and it nibbles at my cockhead. Fucking you this time was even better than the first time."

She didn't want to let him go, but she didn't struggle when Jody backed his shaft out of her clasping pussy, and again she knew the enjoyment of a trickle of gluey semen along her thigh. For the moment, she was warm and content; she had been truly loved, but Elizabeth suspected that this adorable boy had fanned an ember too long smoldering, that would become a leaping flame that would soon demand more and more gratification. She knew a little twinge of fear: could she be turning into one of those insatiable women, a nymphomaniac? Would she ever get enough prick?

Jody rolled off her, and rested beside her on his back. When she turned over, too, she saw that his cock was sagging to one side, the shrunken head leaking a bit, and the size of his balls seemed to have diminished considerably. But he was young and strong, she thought; Jody loved her, and he was eager to teach her all the things about sex she didn't know; he would soon recover.