The cheeks of her ass clenched as Jody slid his palms beneath them to lift her crotch higher. Oh the darling, beautiful boy! Oh, the sweet, hungry child – he was devouring her pussy, chewing it, sucking it, rolling his tongue around the inner sheathing. Of its own accord, her pelvis began to churn gently, hiking to his questing lips, grinding lasciviously upon his teeth and making short, tender strokes into his mouth.
Her mind spinning, Elizabeth realized that she was actually flicking his face, screwing Jody's mouth, and she reached again for his head, but this time to caress his hair as he continued to burrow into her seething cant. He drilled under the clitoral hood and found the tremulous seat of her passion.
Elizabeth's clit vibrated against his tongue, and she plunged her crotch eagerly against his mouth, frantically grinding for more of this raw, heady lust pervading every coiner of her being. When Jody pulled the ultra – sensitive nubbin into his teeth, she truly went crazy, clamping his head between her sleek thighs and humping greedily, gyrating her pelvis and digging her fingers into his hair.
'Oh lord!' she groaned. 'Jody – Jody! Y – you're eating my pussy, eating it! Your tongue is driving me mad – your mouth sucking, the raking of your teeth – oh lord, lord!'
His answer was a wordless, feverish humming that sounded deep within the swirling depths of her inflamed cunt, and Elizabeth could hold back no longer. Eyes squeezed shut, her breath hissing between clenched teeth, she thrust strongly into the boy's ravenous mouth and came with a mind – blowing, sweet – pain violence.
'Aahhh!' she cried out, clamping his head between her thighs and pushing down upon It with her hands, attempting to drive his adoring face all the way up into her surging cent Dimly she felt his fingernails digging into the cheeks of her undulating ass, as explosion after bursting explosion scattered through her straining body, flaring along every exposed nerve end and skyrocketing from every pore of her skin.
Eons later, starshot centuries later, Elizabeth was barely conscious of Jody lifting his dripping face from the steamy, still flexing mound of her pussy and beginning to kiss his way slowly back up her body. The agile, wonderfully trained tongue found her ribs and delved adoringly beneath each of her arms, bathing the shaven pits.
Then it trailed over her nipples, into the valley of her breasts, and his hands were paying homage to the wet snatch his mouth had so recently left. Jody kissed her throat and tongued into her ear, adding fuel to the blaze that had never truly died in her belly. Twisting her pelvis, she got one of his fingers into her feverish pussy, then another. He seemed to understand her every erotic need, and gladly gratified them, stroking into her greasy slot with loving attention.
When at last his beautiful mouth reached her face, Elizabeth struck savagely at it with her own, her lips working, her tongue uncoiling. As Jody's tongue was sucked into her avid mouth, she knew that she was tasting the residual flavors of her own pussy, learning the exotic oils of her most intimate part, and she adored it. Crazily, not giving a damn about previous concepts or early programming, Elizabeth pulled on that tongue, caressed it with her own, and 'raked her teeth across Jody's.
She wanted to know it all, to do it all, to be everything at once, and with his help, it was happening. Her pussy surged around his embedded fingers, and her ass rolled tempestuously. The boy's tongue was down her throat and his hand up her cunt, and still she craved more, wishing there could be some way she might be able to also take his beautiful hard prick.
Coming furiously upon his working fingers, she moaned into Jody's mouth, 'Darling, oh d – darling boy! Pull out your fingers and put that wonderful cock into my pussy instead – please fuck me – fuck me – screw me and let go your sweet come into me!'
She felt his cockhead against her fiery labia, and took it inside with a single greedy hunching.
Chapter 5
Elizabeth lolled in the hot water of her tub, luxuriating in the liquid embrace of its scented heat, breathing a steam no warmer than that inside her body. She felt marvelous, all snuggly and relaxed, and more important, she felt loved. She propped her head upon the edge of the tub and thought about that, of the special thing Jody Goodall had done for her, and she rubbed her thighs together in the water.
For the first time in her life, she felt proud of her body. As a youngster, when her breasts had begun to grow, and quickly became much bigger than those of other girls in her class, Elizabeth had tried to hide them. She'd walked hunched over, and worn a bra that was far too tight, trying to flatten the ugly mounds.
She'd given up on that, of course, but she had never worn a form – fitting dress, one that would accent her large tits and call attention to them. Now she wanted to show them to the world, to flaunt their creamy, brown – tipped globes and say: see these? Aren't they lovely? Jody adores them; he loves to suck the nipples and tries to get his whole mouth full of them. A beautiful young boy, a passionate, good – looking boy, worships my breasts.
Lifting her head, Elizabeth peered at the pointed tips lifting above the bath water, at the floating white balls that seemed to be only lightly attached to her ribs. And farther down, she saw the black triangle of her pubic hair, the roundness of her ripe thighs. The boy was devoted to that, also, dedicated to her richly haired pussy. He had sucked its juices and replaced them with his hot semen.
Her hand swam over and touched the hairs of her cunt. Never in her wildest imaginings could she have dreamed this thing she had always considered ugly, could give so much utter rapture, to herself and others. Jody said she had a gorgeous pussy, and he should know; he had been into his stunning sister's cunt, and into his own mother's. Maybe he had experience with others; Elizabeth didn't know, and she didn't really care. So long as it makes him happy, she thought, wasn't that what Charlene said?
Stroking her mound, she floated in the water, her hair already washed and piled atop her head. She was no longer shocked at the idea of the boy screwing his sister, or disturbed by innocent little Jody being seduced by his mom. It must have been quite a thrill for him, she thought, being taken between his mother's legs and introduced to a woman's pussy – especially since it was the same vagina that had produced him.
Often, Jody called her Mom while he was flicking her, and that didn't bother her, either. In fact, she liked it; It made her feel so deliciously evil and loved and wanted. Sighing, she toed the stopper from the drain and let out the water, relishing the drift of it across her body. She stood up and climbed from the tub to reach a big, fluffy towel and use it upon her tingling flesh. She wrapped another towel turbanlike around her hair and glanced into the mirror.
Was that her own face, happy and alert, that smiled back at her? And were those her eyes, so filled with light, and her mouth, looking sultry and inviting? The shadows she had become familiar with were all gone, the lines not so noticeable.
Elizabeth used a blower on her hair, letting it fluff out as it pleased, thinking that she would never again wear it drawn back from her face and pinned into an old-lady bun. She wasn't old any more; she was much younger and very alive. Not all that young, she admitted, as to raid the fridge after every prolonged session of screwing, as the kids did. But maybe they had never really had enough to eat before, and would change that habit. If she was drawn into following them, she'd soon be big as the lies she had always been told about sex.
But she could, and would, gorge herself with fucking, and make herself lovely as possible, as appealing as she could, so that Jody would always desire her. She drew on her robe, thinking she would go on a shopping spree to buy frilly panties and lacy bras and see – through dressing gowns; there were new perfumes and skin creams to sample as a celebration to her new life and a goodbye to the outworn one.
Moving back into her bedroom, she thought fleetingly of her husband, of Sherman spending the night with his mistress again. She forgave him for that, because she no longer felt betrayed or forgotten, and because she was doing the same thing, tit for tat, but probably getting the better of the bargain. Sherman's lady love couldn't possibly be sixteen years old and continually horny. Horny; what a lovely, all – encompassing word, one to cause stirrings in her flesh and warmth within her vagina, to make her nipples arch upward and outward.
The night was only beginning. she thought, and she was horny. Soon as Jody was rested, they would fuck some more, trying new variations and exploring different positions. She could think of several, but mostly – and here Elizabeth took a steadying breath – mostly, she wanted to thrill Jody as much as he had done her, and in the same fashion. Pulling her robe tighter about her body, she sat down upon the edge of the bed and forced herself to think about taking a male sex organ into her mouth.
