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.
'And I really meant to call the welfare people,' she said. 'What a fool I was.
His eyes were closed, and there was a smile upon his mouth. 'That's why I had to take a chance and rape you, Betsy. When I first saw you, my prick jumped up hard and aching, and I figured it was worth taking a chance on a heavy bust, just to get it Inside your gorgeous snatch. Besides, if you fluked on us, we'd have to split.'
'I was shocked,' she explained. 'I never saw anyone doing it before, and with your own sister – it upset me very much, and I just didn't know what to do. But I'm glad you raped me, Jody. I might not have made it any other way. I might have gone right on living my grey and lonely life without ever knowing how wonderful screwing really is.'
His hand found her wet mound and cupped it. 'And I was the first guy to make you come. It's kind of like getting your cherry. I'm going to get a couple of other kinds of cherry from you, Betsy. But we have plenty of time for that.' Jody rolled up onto one elbow and peered down into her face. She didn't blush or look away, and he said, 'That is – if you still want us three horny kids in your house. I mean, even If you do, what about your old man? It might be a little tough, to keep hiding everything from him.'
Elizabeth said softly, 'You'll stay here just as long as possible – forever, if I can manage it. And as for Sherman, I'll handle my husband. We'll have to be careful, of course, but he won't really want to hang around much, anyway. He didn't want you kids here in the first place, and he'll look for any excuse to spend more time with the woman he's keeping. The woman he's screwing.'
'Okay,' the boy said. 'I know I can't stay away from your wonderful cunt, but, But I'll put on an act for your old man. We all will. You know, I'm hungry again, and Ill bet my brother and sister are, too. Charlene and Timmy always get hungry after they've fucked for a long time.'
Laughing, Elizabeth reached across his supine body and took hold of his limp prick. It felt marvelous in her fingers, even if it was soft, and she said, 'Anything you want, darling.'
Chapter 4
Her husband was pleasant enough, Elizabeth thought, when he met the kids for the first time that evening. But of course, he was hurried, very busy, he explained; so much to do at the office, what with new contracts to be gone over, and shipping problems.
The children were quiet and self – effacing, answering politely when Sherman spoke to them, but volunteering no information. She noticed that he passed over the boys quickly, and paid most attention to Charlene, but in a gruff, jovial manner, and Elizabeth thought that playing the father didn't really suit her husband.
But maybe it wasn't the girl's childish beauty that appealed to him, she decided. Even though Charlene was properly subdued, she couldn't quite hide that palpable aura of vibrant sexuality that seemed to exude from the very pores of her skin. Elizabeth caught her husband staring at the girl more than once, with a puzzled, speculative look in his eyes.
'Well,' he said, over a brandy royal after dinner, 'our new family seems to be settling in all right, and I'm sorry I can't stay around to help you, Elizabeth. But the office – you know how it – is.'
'Yes,' she said. She knew, all right, and it wasn't work Sherman was hurrying to, but his mistress. And she hid a little smile, imagining the shock on his face if he even suspected that she had already been screwed – twice – by the oldest of their foster children. And she had not only fucked, but had responded in a wanton manner her husband had never experienced, wild and highly erotic.
Let Sherman toddle off to his paid slut, she thought; she had something much better, right here at home. Little eager thrills skipped through her when she caught Jody's eyes and read the sultry promises in them. More was coming, she knew; they would go back to her bed, that once lonely bed that had become such a couch of pleasure, and Jody would take her along other paths of rapture, wiggling and stroking and blending his fine young body with her own newly aroused flesh.
She barely managed to suppress a giggle, wondering what her husband would do, how he might react, if she suddenly said to him: I've been fucking, Sherman; I've taken that beautiful boy's hard prick into my cunt and ridden it, shaking my ass – using the words right out like that.
'You're looking very well,' Sherman said in the foyer as he picked up his briefcase. 'You haven't worn your hair down like that for a long time. Maybe taking in those kids was the right idea; it seems to be giving you a new interest in life.'
If only you knew what kind of interest, she thought, and how much there is. But she said only, 'Thank you, Sherman; don't work too hard.'
Dutifully, he brushed his lips across her cheek 'I may have to stay over in the clity tonight.'
'All right,' she answered, although she could have applauded, and watched him stride out to the car. Sherman was a good – looking man, virile appearing and quick moving; but for all these years, he'd had nothing to give her. When the car was gone, she closed the door and turned back into the house.
Charlene was clearing the table, and the boys weren't in sight. The girl said, 'They're getting things straight in their rooms. We never had separate bedrooms before – except when we were locked up.'
Elizabeth picked up the remaining dishes. 'Even when you lived at home?'
'If you could call that living,' Charlene answered. 'Three of us in a place about the size of one of your closets. You really interested in that – or more in how we got started screwing each other?'
'Well – both, I suppose.' Elizabeth said, realizing that she would have to get wed to such directness.
In the kitchen, the girl said, 'Jody lost his cherry first. Mom was smashed as usual, and got him into her bed. She broke him in pretty good, and he passed It along to Timmy and me. I mean, we had to kind of comfort each other, she was gone so much. After Jody fucked me a few times, I showed Timmy what it was all about I guess I
