'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.'
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!!!'
