It took Elizabeth a few long, confused moments, but she slowly began to pull herself together. Her mind was a kaleidoscope of conflicting Images, swiftly changing and dissolving, only to be replaced by more sobering ones. But her body – ah, her body – it was warm and pulsing, tingling in every pore, alert to every sensation, vibrant and alive.
"We – we'd better get upstairs," she said huskily. 'To my bedroom. Sherman, he's my husband, would never come in there without knocking, But he might come home any time and find us down here. Sometimes he doesn't come home at all, but It would be just like him to just come barging In here, where he's not wanted at all."
"Okay," Jody answered pleasantly. "Anywhere you're comfortable, Mrs. Anderson."
She sat up, automatically crossing her arms over her large breasts and pulling her thighs together, instinctively hiding and protecting. Her hair had been pulled loose from the bun she usually wore at the back of her neck, and was spilling over her bare shoulders. Trying a weak smile, she said, "My name is Elizabeth. I imagine you know me well enough to call me that.”
He said, "It. doesn't fit you. Neither does Liz, or Becky – let's see: how about Betsy?"
Hiding her face, Elizabeth felt around for her dress and drew it to her flushed body. She could feel the hotness of the boy's semen contained within the sleeve of her vagina, and the imprint of his smooth, solid flesh upon her belly.
"But what I'd like to call you," Jody said, stooping to collect her bra and panties, "is Mom. You're much more beautiful than my real mother was, but she was just about as hot natured, and I thought a lot of her, when she wasn't too smashed to walk or do anything else."
This was too much, Elizabeth thought; squeezing her rumpled dress to her with one hand, taking her kicked – away shoes with the other, and folding her long legs beneath her body. Guilt came rushing back to overwhelm her, and she wished Jody hadn't mentioned his mother. Why would he want to call her Mom, when he had just had sexual relations with her, raped her, in fact? She didn't even want to think about it, and flinched when he reached down to help her to her feet.
Hurrying, because she felt so utterly exposed, so completely naked, Elizabeth sped up the stairs and into her bedroom, her heart pounding. The safe, familiar surroundings closed around her, and for a second or two, she felt almost like herself. Except the boy was standing close behind her, a stranger who had known her most intimate part, who was even now staring at her nude haunches.
And he said, "Your hair is lovely like that, hanging like a black cloud down your back. Did your old man ever tell you what wonderful legs you have? They're so long and shapely, all smooth and neat, as If you've been polishing them. And the way your ass is put together, like sculpture – gorgeous."
Elizabeth felt her skin prickle, and she held the dress more closely to her body, afraid to let it go, pushing it into the tender nipples of her swollen breasts.
She could sense him moving closer, although his bare feet made no sound upon the thick carpeting; she felt him with her new awareness, and didn't jump when Jody's breath stirred along her shoulder, when his hands came to rest ever so lightly upon the upper swell of her hips.
"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!!!"
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."