A shaft of late-afternoon sunshine burst through the overcast and shot down between the tops of the tall spruces that sheltered Liz's house from the street. Liz jumped up and looked out the picture window of her living room, feeling the sun's warmth on her cheeks.
"Well, it's about time!" she exclaimed. "I was beginning to wonder whether we'd ever see the sun again."
Carmen, still resting on the couch, chuckled.
"And I was beginning to wonder whether the sun had ever shone in Fullerton. I was just telling my husband Lester last night, if it gets any drearier around here, I'm going back to Chicago. Chicago weather might also be a little glum at this time of year, but at least there's enough excitement there to take your mind off it."
Liz reseated herself at the end of the couch opposite Carmen, pulling her bare feet up under her to warm her toes. "Give Fullerton a chance, dear. You haven't even been here a week."
"One of the longest weeks of my life," Carmen complained.
"Oh, come on! Give yourself time to adjust. Granted, you won't find the big-city excitement here that you would in Chicago, but you won't have to worry about being mugged, either. And, believe it or not, the sun does shine here most of the time. April showers are just about over with May flowers will be here any day."
Carmen smiled. "Why is it that all you small-town folk think of nothing but muggings and murders whenever you hear the name of a big city? Darling, I was born in Chicago and spent all thirty-eight years of my life there, and never once was I mugged or raped or shot."
"But don't you find Fullerton so much more peaceful, so much cleaner and more quiet?"
"It is a quaint little town, I'll admit. But I think I'm more likely to die of boredom here than I ever was of being murdered in Chicago. You know, you're the first person I've been able to have any kind of conversation with since I got here? I thought people in these small towns were supposed to be overly friendly, nosy, in fact. All I seem to get from anybody is an indifferent glance."
Liz laughed. Now it was her turn. "Why is it that all you big-city folk think small towns are always friendly and nosy? Some may be, but not all, and surely not Fullerton. My hometown had only three thousand people – ten times smaller than Fullerton – and people there were even less friendly than they are here. And as for boredom, look at me: I've lived all thirty-five years of my life in towns like Fullerton or worse, and I'm quite content. So I get a little bored at times – so what? I'm sure you got a little bored every once in awhile even in Chicago."
Carmen stretched, extending her long legs out along the seat of the couch until her bare feet nearly touched Liz's curled-up legs. "I suppose people get bored everywhere, but at least in a place like Chicago things are more liberal – if you know what I mean." She simpered at Liz. "You know, more open, freer."
"I'm not sure I know what you mean."
"Less prudish. Sexually liberated."
Liz felt herself flush. "More wine?"
"Certainly, darling. I thought you'd never ask."
Liz got up and went to the kitchen for the wine bottle. She was beginning to find her new neighbor's conversation annoying. In the hour since Carmen had appeared at the door, her black hair in waist-length braids like some schoolgirl, her feet bare, Carmen had insulted Fullerton more than once and had brought the conversation repeatedly around to sex. Liz was about ready to tell Carmen that she had work to do, that Carmen would have to leave. There was something strange about Carmen's glinting hazel eyes, something devilish, something that made Liz uneasy. Liz returned to the living room.
"Here we are." She poured the wine into the glass Carmen held out. Liz refilled her own glass, set the wine bottle on the end-table, and resumed her seat, pulling her feet up under her once again. "Now, where were we? Discussing boredom, if I remember."
Carmen toasted Liz. "To us. To a long, lively friendship." She put the glass to her lips and drained over half the wine in one gulp.
"Right," Liz said, sipping her wine, annoyed by Carmen's guzzling.
"Tell me," Carmen said, "is there a swingers club in Fullerton?"
The wine pinched Liz's throat. She coughed. "A what?" She didn't know whether she had heard Carmen correctly.
Carmen smiled. "Down the wrong pipe? A swingers club."
Liz had heard correctly. "I wouldn't know."
"You're not into swinging, then?"
"I'm afraid not." Liz looked at her watch. "Getting late. I should be starting supper."
"Stan must be some stud to keep you so satisfied."
"And he'll be hungry when he gets home. I really should get supper going." Liz couldn't believe Carmen's shameless talk.
Carmen caressed Liz's thigh with her bare toes. "Tell me the truth, Liz don't you ever get a little itchy for some fresh meat?"
Liz was shocked. She moved to get up. The wine, the conversation, the cramped position of her legs, all made her attempt to stand a struggle. When she did get up, she felt faint, dizzy. Carmen jumped up and caught her.
"Easy, Liz! Here, sit back down. What's the matter?"
Liz was embarrassed. "Got up too fast." She closed her eyes, letting the faintness pass.
Carmen sat next to her, hugging her. "I do that myself every so often. Did you see stars?"
Liz nodded, opening her eyes. She forced a smile. "Thank you, Carmen. I'd better try and get up again. I really have to start supper."
"Of course," Carmen said. She pinched Liz's chin, turned Liz's face toward her, and kissed Liz on the lips.
Liz tasted Carmen's saliva, felt Carmen's breath on her upper lip. A thrill passed through Liz's lips as if she had just been kissed by a man. Her pussy tingled. She remembered the first kiss she had ever received from a boy. She had been a young girl then and the boy had kissed her just as suddenly.
Carmen's warm, slippery tongue slid into Liz's mouth. It slid across her own tongue, then tickled the back of her throat. A shower of tingles passed down Liz's throat. Her cunt contracted. Carmen's hand groped the crotch of Liz's jeans.
Aware suddenly of what was happening, Liz fought to push Carmen away. "No! Carmen! No! What are you doing? No!"
Carmen grabbed her wrists, forced her down on the couch, and fell on her. Carmen was strong, like a man. She writhed on top of Liz, grinding her big tits at Liz, biting Liz's chin and neck.
With all her strength, Liz struggled to push Carmen off. Her heart sledge-hammered her breastbone. Her muscles ached and were trembling from the exertion, nearly cramping.
"Carmen, please! Get off me!"
Carmen's demonic eyes glared at her, glazed with lust – lust like a man's. "You're hot," Carmen said. "Pretty blue eyes. Lovely blond hair. I love it, Liz. You're hot, and now you've got me hot. Let's do it, honey. Oh, let's do it." She started to unbutton Liz's blouse.
The woman was crazy! Liz squirmed under her, feeling herself becoming weaker by the moment. "Carmen, no! Please!"
Carmen got her hand on Liz's right tit. She squeezed hard. She felt the crotch of her jeans getting wet.
"That's it, honey – relax." Carmen kissed her gently up and down her cheeks. She licked Liz's nose. "Beautiful, the way you're panting, your tits rising and falling. Mmmmm!" Carmen slid down. She pulled Liz's blouse wide open and buried her face between Liz's swelling tits, kissing her way up and down Liz's tits and all around Liz's nipples. All at once, she closed her hot mouth over Liz's left nipple.
Liz moaned. She felt herself melting into the couch, felt her flesh becoming all soft and sensitive. Her eyes were closed now. She was a teenage girl again, being seduced for the first time. She was out of her head now, helpless.
Carmen tongued her left nipple, then moved over to her right. As she sucked Liz's hard nipples, she managed to get Liz's arms out of her blouse sleeves.
Liz felt Carmen pulling her blouse off, felt herself becoming naked above the waist. In one part of her mind, Liz wanted to resist – but she was powerless, excited, in need of being taken. She sucked in her belly, hoping Carmen would quickly move down to her jeans and undo the snap.
Carmen's hand found the snap and undid the zipper. She raised off Liz, then pulled off Liz's jeans.
Liz felt her pussy gushing. The air felt cool on hr nearly naked body. She lay there clad only in her panties. Carmen was above her, looking down upon her. Even when Liz closed her eyes, she could still feel Carmen's eyes roving up and down over her body like warm fingers. She spread her legs, letting the cool air lick the sopping crotch of her panties.
"Angel!" Carmen said. "I bet your cunt is as blond as your hair. Mmm, and you're wet." Carmen pressed her face to Liz's crotch. She sucked, pulling panty-crotch, cunt-hairs, and pussy flesh into her mouth.
Liz stretched, pushing her arms above her head, spreading her toes, and hooking one leg over the back of the couch. Her entire body flashed with goosebumps. Her cunt ached and burned. She wanted Carmen to chew into her pussy slabs, to sink her sharp teeth into them, to bite them off.
Carmen's tongue slipped under the panties. It probed between Liz's pussylips, finding the soft, wet, sensitive flesh that formed the opening into Liz's body. Carmen's tongue slipped inside Liz's cunt.
"Ohhh!" Liz groaned. "Lord!" She squirmed, arching her back and pressing her excited crotch up into Carmen's face. The feeling, was incredible. Not since she had been a teenager had she felt a tongue inside her cunt. No other boy had ever done this to her. No other man. Not even her husband, Stan, had ever licked out her cunt.
Carmen slipped her tongue out of Liz's pussy and yanked Liz's panties down and off. She fell on Liz, full-length.
Liz gasped. Carmen covered her like a hot blanket – stark naked. Liz opened her eyes, looking once more into the lusting eyes of her shameless new neighbor.
"Why so shocked?" Carmen asked.
"You're nude!"
Carmen laughed. "Would you rather that I was clothed?"
"So fast. How did you get, your clothes off so fast?"
Carmen laughed again, her spongy tits bouncing against Liz's. "Magic. I can strip in a blink. I should have been a stripper. I'd hold the world's record." She humped her spongy muff at Liz's puffed-up cunt.
Liz wrapped her arms around the naked woman. She humped upward, rubbing her cunt against Carmen's furry pussy. She could feel Carmen's pussyjuice trickle down between her own pussylips like warm, salty tears. Her cunt ached. She could feel her pussy gaping, the inner walls contracting, longing to suck in a phantom cock.
"I wish you were a man," Liz said. "I wish you had something to shove into inc."
Carmen reached down between their legs. Her finger slipped up Liz's cunt. "How's that?"
The inner walls of Liz's pussy shivered. A pleasant prickling sensation shot through her cunt and asshole simultaneously. "Uhhh!" she gasped. "Oh, Lord!" Her pussy contracted rhythmically.
Warm cuntjuice rolled down over her ass and between her asscheeks.
Carmen twirled her finger furiously, then yanked it out.
Liz gasped again. "What…"
Carmen shoved her pussyjuice-drenched finger into Liz's open mouth. "Suck it!"
Liz sucked, swallowing the tangy juice from inside her own pussy. She almost gagged when she realized what she was doing. Then she sucked Carmen's finger harder. She felt dirty, naughty.
Carmen pulled her finger out, and Liz's lips, still sucking, smacked shut.
"Like it, honey?" Carmen asked.
"Mmmmm!"
"I'll just bet you do. Here, have some more." She jammed her finger, dripping with fresh pussy juice, back into Liz's mouth.
Liz sucked, devouring the salty-sweet pussyjuice before she realized that the warm fuck fluid had come not from her own cunt but from Carmen's. She gagged.
Carmen yanked out her finger. "Now what?"
"You're filthy!" Liz said. She had never imagined that she would ever taste the cuntjuice of another woman. She couldn't believe she had actually done it. She wished she could vomit.
Carmen frowned. "My pussy not good enough for you? You think yours tastes like honey and mine like piss and vinegar?"
The realization that she had tasted Carmen's cunt had numbed the warm pulsations in Liz's pussy. Suddenly she was again desperate to escape. She dug her fingernails into Carmen's back. "Get off me. Now!"
Carmen winced. "Take it easy. Ouch! Let go. Let go and I'll get off."
Liz relaxed her grip but remained ready to dig in again if Carmen failed to move.
Carmen raised up slowly. Liz released her fingernails from the woman's flesh. Carmen was off her.
Liz closed her eyes. She sighed. Free at last!
Liz choked, fighting for breath. Suddenly she was being smothered. It was as if a warm wet pillow covered her face. She struggled but her arms were pinned, her wrists held in the strong grip of Carmen's hands. A humid, musky aroma overwhelmed her – the smell of cunt, the smell of ass.
Carmen laughed playfully. "Thought you could get rid of me that easy, did you? Don't like the taste of my pussy, huh? Well, now you've got a juicy cunt-pie in your face, and you're going to eat it if you ever want to get up." Carmen wiggled her ass, impaling her open cunt on Liz's nose.
To Liz, Carmen's pussy was a huge, dark, gaping mouth. Her fat, hairy cunt slabs completely engulfed her nose, and Liz was sure her cheeks would vanish inside next, followed by her entire head. Carmen's crotch was unbelievably hot and wet. Warm pussyjuice streamed down Liz's cheeks, filling her choking mouth. The smell was overpowering, intoxicating. Liz's world was now completely cunt – the smell, the taste, and the wetness of Carmen's pussy.
Carmen rotated her ass, squishing the slippery slabs of her open cunt over Liz's nose and lips and cheeks. "Lick it, darling. Suck it. Eat it. Tastes real good."
Liz had no choice. Her tongue came out and she began to lick the hot, quivering slabs of cunt-meat, all the while swallowing the pussyjuice that flowed from Carmen's cunt. She was smothering in Carmen, drowning in Carmen.
"Mmmmm!" Carmen said. "Wonderful! I haven't had a good pussy-lick since I got to this town. You do it good, darling. Lots of experience, huh?"
As she munched and slurped at Carmen's pussy, Liz could just make out what the mad woman above her was saying. She wished Carmen would shut up and let her perform this disgusting, degrading act without her heckling.
"Taste good?" Carmen asked. "Like honey, right? Juicy piece of female meat, huh? Mmmm, feels so good! You know what you're doing, all right. Eat it, darling, suck my hot cunt. Ohhhh, mmmmm, oh, yes!"
Liz sank her tongue deep inside Carmen's body, licking out the salty, spongy folds. Carmen was hot inside – Liz still couldn't get over how hot. Liz began to imagine herself gnawing on juicy slabs of steak. She forced her face deeper between Carmen's cuntlips, cutting into the juicy flesh with her teeth. Carmen wanted to be eaten. Well, then Liz would eat her – really eat her.
Carmen shrieked. Her cunt gushed as if her pussy was a water-soaked sponge that Liz's teeth were wringing out. "Ohhh, darling, ahhhhh! Eat it – uh, uh, uhhhhh!" She churned her crotch down over Liz's face, sitting on her heavily.
Liz struggled for air. She felt herself blacking out. She knew she would die – smothered by cuntlips, drowned in pussyjuice.
Carmen's ass shuddered. Her loins began humping. She bounced up and down on Liz's face, her cunt dripping juice like warm rain. She giggled, out of her head with lust. "I'm… I'm… I'm coming… coming… ohhhhh, darling!"
Liz gasped for breath. She pressed her face to Carmen's crotch, moving up and down with her pussy, licking her cunt frantically, hoping to get Carmen through her orgasm quickly so she could be over with this ordeal and regain her freedom.
Carmen wailed as if she was being whipped. Her cunt shuddered with spasms, opening and closing, continually dripping.
Liz forgot her disgust for a moment and watched, fascinated by the spasming of Carmen's cunt. The cunt-meat was flushed nearly purple. Her pussy shivered, vibrated, seemed to suck at the air. With each shiver of Carmen's cunt, Carmen groaned.
At last Carmen's climax was over. Carmen got off Liz's face and toppled onto the thickly carpeted floor.
Liz lay there panting, her face raw and wet, the smell of Carmen's pussy saturating her. She was too exhausted to move. She reined on the couch, happy to be alive, happy to be free. She was aware of her heart thudding. She breathed deeply. Suddenly she was aware of her crotch throbbing, of the sun-warmed air nibbling at her exposed pussy, of warm cuntjuice dribbling down over her ass and between her asscheeks. As distasteful as this entire ordeal had been to her, Liz realized that she was now more excited than ever, more excited even than she had been with Carmen's tongue inside her pussy. As insane as it sounded, eating Carmen's cunt and watching Carmen climax had gotten her more excited than she had been since her first fuck. She gripped her cuntlips with both hands, aching to crush out the tension.
"Now I'll eat you," Carmen said. "You did a good job, so now you're in for a treat."
Liz turned her head to look at the naked, hazel-eyed woman with the black braids. In the sunlight Carmen seemed to wear a glaring halo. Liz squinted; Carmen moved toward her.
For a moment she thought she was hallucinating. "Oh, my God!" she gasped, sitting up, staring at the front door.
Pressed to the middle window of the door, was the flushed face of a teenage boy, his brown eyes bugging out of his skull.