Elizabeth would not take her suctioning mouth from around his enchanted cock.
'Just about to make it,' Jody hissed, clinging to her head and grinding his cock deeply into her mouth. 'Betsy – darling – suck me, eat me, swallow me down! Oh Mom, Mom – I'm coming!'
Elizabeth siphoned upon his flexing cockhead, racing her tongue over the tremulous glans, and felt the sudden spurting of the boy's semen. It came with a tremendous rush, a boiling spume of thick and slippery come that splashed over her tongue and far back into her throat. Rich and creamy, salty – sweet and musky, the precious male fluid drenched her mouth, drowned her teeth and flooded her tongue.
Gulping avidly, she swallowed the sizzling, bubbling juices, feeling them slide like a string of raw oysters down her throat She drew the syrupy stream down and down, bringing it into her stomach where she could digest it and feed it in turn into her bloodstream, where this vital part of Jody Goodall would forever be also a part of her own body.
The jetting semen slowed, each successive spurt smaller and weaker than the one before, and Elizabeth knew regret that it wasn't more. She tugged greedily upon the cockhead, probing it with her avid tongue in an effort to wring more juice from the boy's prick. But soon it was over, and Jody's hands fell away from their grip upon her head, and he lifted a knee from beneath her armpit so that he could roll away from her. His cock slid from her mouth, pumped dry for the moment, and she hated to let it go.
As he moved to lie beside her, Elizabeth licked at her lips and placed a hand upon his softening prick, put one arm around the boy's shoulders and drew his face to nestle upon her breasts. They went to sleep that way, together.
Chapter 6
Charlene helped Elizabeth fix breakfast, reasonably deft around the kitchen, moving with the special grace that seemed to be basic to her. Elizabeth watched the girl from the corner of her eye, noting the radiance of her, the gleaming of the red – blond hair and the sultry eyes. She was glad she'd already called her housemaid and given the woman some extra time off. Elizabeth didn't want anything or anyone to get in the way.
The girl said, 'Your old man – he didn't really want us here, did he?'
'No,' Elizabeth admitted, 'but he came around, and I'm certain he won't be a bother to anybody. Sherman spends most of his time away from the house.'
'He's a nice – looking guy,' Charlene mused as she set the table. 'I wonder what his hangup is. I mean, he never turned you on, and Jody did, right away. So it couldn't be you. Unless he's too quick for you, or has a cock that's way too small. Is it anything like that?'
Elizabeth hesitated, then answered: 'I – well, I didn't really think about it, before. My husband and I have just never had a – a closeness. He's built about average, I guess – maybe a little bigger than Jody, and he's always been fast. But I wanted him to be; I never enjoyed screwing before.'
The girl said, 'I always dug It, right from the first time Jody took my cherry. That didn't hurt, because I had been making it on my finger for a long time before I got fucked. You know, I wonder about me turning your old man on; I never screwed a grownup yet, and I'm kind of anxious to try it. Jody and Timmy are great, and I'm not putting down their fucking; no way. Only I want to spread myself around a little.'
Elizabeth's face was warm, even though she tried to suppress a blush. It was so alien to her nature, to be standing there and discussing her husband's sexual abilities with anyone else. Yet this lovely, sensual girl was so completely honest and inquisitive, that she couldn't be less. She said, 'Sherman is laying someone else, and obviously enjoying it, or he'd be home more. So perhaps it's simply that he and I don't click. Maybe you can turn him on, but if you try, please be careful. I wouldn't want anything to upset him and cause trouble for you – and the rest of us.'
'Oh, I'll be cool,' Charlene promised. 'I like it here, and I figure I'll like it even better before long. Hey now – let me ask you something. Did you ever swing with another chick?'
Plates raffled in Elizabeth's hands. She said quickly, 'No – no, of course not. I never even thought about such a thing.'
The girl's smile was unabashed, the eyes wise. 'You never thought about balling a young boy, either.'
'That's different,' Elizabeth answered, as the boys came into the kitchen, and Charlene said, 'Is it?'
They ate heartily, quickly cleaning up.stacks of hot cakes with bacon and eggs, preceded by fruit juice, followed by milk and coffee. Elizabeth found that she was ravenous, and put down her strong new appetite to the loving she'd had the night before. And she considered Charlene screwing her husband. The girl was a smoldering sexpot, and Sherman would probably be attracted to her, as any man would.. But he had always been so stuffy, seemingly as ashamed of having sex as Elizabeth had been. Could he ever truly loosen up? To the extent of keeping a mistress, he already had, but maybe he was flicking her the same way he had his wife – quickly and without imagination and in shame. Still, Elizabeth thought, it was a good idea to keep on file.
After the dishes were cleared away, Elizabeth felt a growing anticipation, and even though she chatted casually about her plans for sending the kids to school, for them all going on a shopping spree together, she couldn't shake that sense of expectancy. The ringing of the telephone seemed an intrusion, but she answered it.
'Yes, Sherman; we're all fine. I'm sorry you couldn't get home last night, too. This evening? Yes, dinner will be ready about seven, if that's all right. Please call again, if you can't make it.'
When she hung up, Elizabeth saw the three kids watching her and said, 'We have the whole day to ourselves. Would you like to go out to a movie or something, maybe to the zoo and have hot dogs?'
Charlene answered, 'We'd rather stay right here with you. None of us has anywhere near caught up on our screwing yet, and since your old man won't be around – '
'We'll ball,' little Timmy said excitedly. 'I'm ready right now, if you are, Mrs. Anderson.'
She knew instinctively that the boy meant with her, and felt a tremble in the pit of her stomach. It was one thing to be in love with, and to be loved by, Jody Goodall – but taking on his brother, an even younger boy, might very well be something else, something that Elizabeth couldn't handle. She still had a lot of adjusting to do. She said, 'I – I don't know, Timothy. Perhaps I need a little more time – '
There was deep disappointment in his face, and Elizabeth chewed her lip in remorse. Then Charlene said, 'Look – I won't be around for a while; not right away, anyhow. I have some things to do upstairs, clean up the rooms, wash my hair, all that.'
'It isn't that,' Elizabeth said. 'At least, I don't think it Is. But – '
And Jody came to her, sliding an arm around her waist to whisper in her ear. 'It'll be okay, Betsy; you'll see. Come on, now. Let's go into the living room, where the drapes are still drawn, and you can have a drink if you want. Come on, now.'
She allowed herself to be led into the other room, trying to get her head cleared, attempting to think logically. She wasn't a complete bitch; she wasn't some cheap whore, to be passed from hand to hand. But the situation wasn't like anything she'd known, either. They shared everything, Jody had explained, and especially the love of their bodies. There was no jealousy, Jody insisted.
They were at the long, low couch in the darkened room, and as Jody stripped the dressing gown from her unresisting arms, Elizabeth heard the tape player being turned on. She didn't need a drink, she decided; all she had to do was be as natural about this as her new self would allow. She had been so damned wrong for thirty – five years, and she was changing now. When Jody urged her down upon the couch, she stretched there trembling, uncertain, but knowing a warmth building within her belly.
She saw Jody sliding out of his clothes, and the lifting of his sweet cock, and beyond him, the form of his brother. Timothy was practically tearing away his jeans and tee-shirt, kicking off his tennies. Elizabeth clenched her hands and felt the arousal of her nipples, their stiffening as they rose. Could this really be her, the respectable matron, the woman who had never known an orgasm until just yesterday? Oh lord, she thought in confusion, had it only been yesterday?
Here she was, totally naked before not one, but two strange young boys, trying to ready herself to learn the feel of a new and different prick Yesterday, she had been raped and responded wantonly as she discovered the meaning of ecstasy; today, she was more or less willing to try it with a different lover. And again Elizabeth knew
