Liz struggled with her jeans. She was trembling uncontrollably. Her life was ruined. Just like that, in an instant, her life had been destroyed.
Liz yanked off her jeans again. She had finally got them up, but she had put them on backwards. She could hardly control her hands. After putting on her blouse inside-out, she had taken minutes, endless minutes to button it. She had to get her jeans on now and get back out into the living room. Perhaps by chance, by some quirk of luck, Glen was still out on the front porch.
Maybe she could talk to the teen before he had a chance to squeal, could find out how much he'd seen; could bribe him, threaten him, kill him if necessary to stop him from talking. Lord, I must be losing my mind! she thought. She sat on the floor to stop herself from stepping on the legs of her jeans as she tried to pull them up. She wasn't even bothering with panties now. Panties! They were still out on the living room floor – evidence!
The police were probably walking up the front walk right now. They would knock quietly, warrants ready. They would push open the door, the door Carmen had undoubtedly left half-open as she had fled the house. They would see her panties, her wet panties, and they would smile at each other knowingly. Then they would shake their heads. Guilty as hell!
Liz stood up, fastening her jeans. She trembled all over. She felt like locking the door of her bedroom and cowering in a corner until they came for her. She knew now that she shouldn't have fled the living room in such a panic, leaving the gawking boy, the evidence, and Carmen. She should have invited the boy in immediately and sworn him to silence, bribing him with whatever it took.
She should have destroyed the evidence – those panties reeking of her lust-mad cunt. Then she should have leapt on Carmen, wrung the bitch's neck, and sent her back to Chicago. In the heat of the moment she could have done all those things. But now, trembling, sick to her stomach, she felt too weak even to talk. She crept back to the living room, sure she would faint.
The front door was closed, the boy's face gone from the window. Perhaps he had been an hallucination.
The livingroom was empty, deserted. Liz thought she smelled cunt in the air, but perhaps she was imagining that too. Perhaps it was her face she smelled. She'd have to scrub her face with soap.
Sunlight still blazed in through the picture window. The sky was clearing. Liz could make out blue through the tops of the trees.
In the center of the livingroom, like a stage upon which the whole nightmarish drama had been played, the white couch rested, bathed in sunlight. The air was still.
Carmen was gone; the boy was gone. Perhaps it had all been a dream. Perhaps she only imagined the scent of pussy now. Perhaps nothing at all had happened. Perhaps there was no evidence – no panties lying on the floor in front of the couch.
Liz stepped out of the hallway and into the livingroom. She crept around the end of the long couch, holding her breath.
Carmen looked up at her, smiling wickedly. "Isn't he a doll, Liz?"
Liz went numb inside. For a few moments she just stared. The scene before her was too unreal to believe.
"Come on, honey, join us," Carmen urged. "This boy loves getting his prick sucked. Don't you, angel?" She kissed Glen's cockhead, then looked at him.
The brown-haired boy, his shiny eyes glazed and rolling nodded. "Mmmm!" His brown toes wiggled, his skinny loins humped a few times, and his cock, well developed for a teenage boy.
"Well, come on," Carmen said, glancing back up at Liz. "Let's show this stud what a couple of hot women can do for him." She turned back to the boy's quivering cock and swallowed his entire prick in one gulp.
"Ohh, mannn!" Glen sighed. "Ohh, wow!" He squirmed sensuously on the thick carpet, his long naked body looking shiny in the sunlight. His skin had a bronzed cast. His writhing muscles stood out as if carved out of metal.
Carmen, lying alongside the boy, cooed as she bobbed her head up and down, munching on his cock. She was still as naked, as when Liz had left her, and Liz could see moisture between her round asscheeks. Her dark hairy crotch was still sopping with pussyjuice, and the pink meat of her parted cuntlips glistened.
Liz was aware that her mouth was hanging open. She was frozen where she stood, held by shack and fascination. She felt as if she'd been standing there for years, dazed, watching the writhing woman and the writhing boy, their limbs like twisting snakes. She was aware of herself trembling, but she couldn't move. She felt too weak even to faint, powerless to shut her eyes, even more helpless than when Carmen had sat on her face.
Carmen pulled her head off Glen's prick. She held the base of the cock in her fist, letting his prick jump and quiver in the air.
The boy's prick gleamed with Carmen's saliva. The head, purple and bloated like a ripe plum, looked ready to pop off the shaft. His hard prick stick twitched, as if straining to escape Carmen's hand. Down below, the teen's balls, looking like twin eggs, rose and fell in their sac.
Carmen licked Glen's prick as if his cockshaft was a candy-cane. She lapped at his prickhead as if his cocktip was a scoop of strawberry ice-cream on top of a cone. "Sweet baby," she murmured. "Angel. Oh, I could just eat you up!"
Glen watched her, panting, twisting his head, licking his flushed lips. "Oh, man, that feels good! Oh, man! Oh, jeez!"
Carmen giggled, licking his cock up and down as he squirmed and muttered. Then, all at once, she released his cock, letting his prick whack down against his tight brown belly. She swung round and tugged at Liz's legs. "Come on, honey. Off with the clothes again. This stud would just love to get his cock into you. Wouldn't you, angel?"
"Huh?" Glen said, his eyes opening wide.
Carmen reached up and unsnapped Liz's jeans. "You'd like to fuck this sexy blond lady, wouldn't you, handsome?" She glanced over her shoulder at Glen.
Glen sat up, his prick pounding his flat belly, his cockhead tapping his navel. "Oh, man! Heck!"
"See?" Carmen said to Liz. "He wants you, darling. And he's got a really hot cock stick. Ooh, nearly burnt my lips!" She pulled Liz's pants down.
Liz stepped out of them obediently. She unbuttoned her blouse, her fingers trembling. Her mind was a blank. The room was strange, alien. She knew only that what she was doing was necessary, something destined, a command. She felt content, compliant, willing to obey the voice that directed her. And she felt excited. As soon as she had stepped out of her jeans, she was aware of streams of hot pussyjuice gliding down the insides of her thighs from crotch to knees. Her cunt ached, burned, throbbed, and seemed to suck at the air. Her blouse drifted to the floor.
"Isn't she beautiful?" Carmen said.
Glen gazed up at Liz, his hand pumping up and down his long prick. "Shit, yes! Oh, wow, look at 'em!"
"What, darling?" Carmen asked. "Look at what?"
"Her tits," the boy muttered. A trickle of spit oozed from one corner of his mouth. His pink tongue flicked over his full, flushed lips.
Liz felt the boy's gaze on her nipples. Her nipples tingled, standing out like buds ready to flower.
Carmen reached up and gave Liz's tits a swing. Liz felt her tits swaying, jiggling. A shower of tingles flooded her cunt.
"Oh, man!" Glen said. He jumped up, hurling himself at Liz. His mouth, closed around Liz's left tit. The boy sucked furiously.
Liz nearly passed out. She felt dizzy, dazed. Hot, needlelike thrills shot through her tit. She threw her arms around the boy to steady herself. She had never felt a body so hot as this boy's.
Glen released her left tit. He muttered hotly. He sucked up her right nipple, sinking his teeth into it, munching on her nipple, Liz whimpered, wrapping her arms around the boy's brown head, hugging him to her. Something hard, hot, and silky prodded her thigh – the boy's cock, desperate to get inside her pussy. Liz was flushed from head to toe with lust. Her strength was returning, her mind, her will. Suddenly, she knew exactly what she wanted.
She pulled the boy's head up to her face, kissing him hard on the lips and sucking the breath out of him. She gazed into his brown eyes in love immediately. The boy had the same lust-crazy eyes as had her first lover. She could never forget those eyes, could never forget that first intense fuck he had, given her, and now it seemed to be happening again. It was as if she were reliving her first fuck session.
She held Glen's head in her hands. His pageboy style hair half-covered his eyes. His nostrils were flared, lips parted. His breath felt warm on her face, smelled sweet. Carmen was right – he was an angel, a stud. And he was so handsome, so pretty.
"Fuck me," Liz said. She smiled at him.
"Jeez!" the boy gasped, his eyes rolling. "Oh, jeez!"
Liz felt him go limp, begin to collapse. She caught him, hugged him against her, and guided him to the floor. Carmen assisted her, helping to stretch the dizzy boy out on the carpet.
Carmen's babbling was like background music. Much louder than Carmen's words, she heard Glen's heavy panting breaths, his delirious mutterings.
Liz straddled the boy's skinny hips. She reached down between her legs for his cock. His cock was hot as a hotdog on a grill. His prick was so stiff that his cockhead seemed permanently glued to the teen's belly, pointing forever upward at his chin. Liz closed her hand around his prick, feeling his cockshaft jerk in her palm, feeling his prick throb. She bent his cock up toward her hungry cunt. Like bending a spike, she thought.
Glen rolled his head on the carpet. Blue veins stood out on his neck. His skinny asscheeks flexed, his loins humped. He muttered, out of his head with lust, "Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man!"
Liz lowered her open cunt until Glen's acorn hard prickhead nestled between her spread pussy slabs. Immediately, Liz felt warm cuntjuice stream down over her hand and over the teen's cock. She massaged his firm balls, slippery with her pussyjuice.
"Ohhh, wowwwwww!" Glen moaned.
"Uhhhh!" Liz said, feeling his hot prick fill her cunt. The teen might only be a teenager but his cock was as big and exciting as any man's, and Liz's cunt quivered throughout with warm tingles.
Carmen squealed as if she herself had been the one to sit down on the teen's stiff cock. She slid up next to the teen and petted his twisting head. "Like it, angel? Like the feel of a hot cunt?"
"Mmmmm!" the teen said, squirming under Liz, trying to hump up at her though she was sitting on him with all her weight.
"Your first fuck, stud?" Carmen asked.
"Mmmm!" Glen said, nodding his head in the affirmative.
Carmen squealed again, turning to Liz. "Hear that, darling? You've got his cherry, honey. You're fucking a virgin stud. Make him remember his first fuck, honey. Show him what a woman can do."
Again Carmen's babbling sounded distant. Liz gazed at the boy's face, at his flushed cheeks, at his rolling eyes, at his pink tongue nestled between his lips. She listened to his groans, felt his cock flexing crazily inside her. She began to ride, clamping his prick tightly with her strong cunt walls, slipping up and down on his cock until she saw his eyes nearly pop. She felt his cock jerking and swelling, on the verge of orgasm. Then she paused, resting her hot cunt slabs on the boy's balls, holding her breath, feeling his prick inside her pussy dangerously close to climaxing.
The boy's skinny belly popped up and down as he panted. Liz could see his breastbone pulsating, hammered by his heart. His tiny nipples glowed a purplish-brown, standing up stiff as any girl's. Carmen must have noticed his excited nipples at the same moment as Liz for her head fell on his chest and she began chewing on them.
Glen's brown hands gripped Carmen's head, his fingers sliding into her black hair. "Oh, mannnn!" he moaned, squirming.
His cock flexed inside Liz, a signal for her to start riding him again. She lifted up, fucked down. Up again, down again. She concentrated on her cunt and felt every precious inch of the boy's seven-inch cock as his prick slid in and out. There was something special about the boy's cock, something different about his prick. His cock was harder than Stan's prick, stiffer. Glen's cockshaft quivered more intensely, throbbed with greater excitement, and exuded electrical, vibrations. The boy's cock was fresh, new, just beginning its life of satisfying women's cunts. His prick was strong, hard and his cock was buried up her own cunt, throbbing with life inside her own body.
Carmen was licking the sharp-clean edges of the boy's chest muscles. Her tongue slid up and down between the ridges of his abdominals. She cooed as she licked the boy. She muttered about how good he tasted, how sweaty-sweet, and how much like a stud he tasted.
Glen began to hump wildly, thrusting his sinewy loins at Liz's split crotch, bouncing his tight ass off the floor. His stiff prick jabbed in and out of Liz's cunt faster than she could rise and fall to meet his prick. To each up-down fuck Liz made, the boy fucked his cock in and out.
Liz felt her insides swirl with sex-sensations. Her clit squirmed between her thick cuntlips each time the boy's slick cockshaft slipped against her clit. Her cunt walls pulsated, contracting hard and rhythmically around his cock. Her nipples stood out like spikes, so hard that they almost hurt. Her asshole prickled. She felt her cunt walls shudder. Her orgasm began to gnaw through them.
"Ahhhh!" she gasped. "Ohhh! Ohh! Uh! I'm coming!" Her ass bucked with hard jolts of orgasm. She let go, feeling the sensations overwhelm her, uncaring whether she lived or died. All she cared about was the feeling. "So good!" she muttered. "So good!"
Glen's cock began to throb and flex crazily inside her. His balls seemed to bloat up like balloons. Each time her ass met them they seemed plumper, more turgid.
Carmen pinched the boy's nipples. "Now!" she said. "Darling, come with her. Squirt her full now! Shoot your jism, angel – now!" She fell on the boy, licking his flushed, twisting face.
Glen's cock flexed hard. His cum burst hot into Liz's pussy. "Ohhh, mannnn!" he cried. "Ohhhh!"
The boy's cock spurted like a machine gun spitting hot lead with each explosion of jism, the boy's body shuddered and be let out a high-pitched cry. Had Liz known the boy was going to shoot such a flood of jism, she would have counted his spurts. She wondered whether he was setting some sort of record. Shoot it, she urged in her thoughts, and she cooed.
She watched the boy writhe, watched his body jerk, heard his boyish cries, felt his cock swell and flex and spurt. Carmen hovered over him, her long black braids swinging and swaying like whips or snakes, her fingers teasing his goose-pimply flesh. She sucked his nipples, licked his armpits, showered his face with kisses.
"Oh, momma!" the boy moaned again, and Carmen plopped one of her big, hanging tits in his face. Her large purple nipple slipped into his mouth, and his lips closed around it. He sucked her nipple hungrily, at the same moment squirting another round of hot jism up Liz's cunt.
Liz rode the spurting cock, clutching his prick with the tight, slick walls of her cunt. She would suck him dry, milk every last drop of jism from his boyish loins. The boy was hot, exciting. The boy was good – very good.