Carmen laid on the horn. "Same to you, buster!" she shouted out the car window, and she flicked her upthrust middle finger at the driver in the other vehicle.
Liz was thrust back in her seat as Carmen floored the accelerator pedal and the car squealed onward. Although holding on for her life, Liz had to giggle.
"You know, you didn't stop for that stop sign. You didn't even slow down," Liz pointed out.
Carmen stared straight ahead, determined as a race driver. Her face was set in grim concentration. "I slowed down as much as was reasonable. As for stopping, nobody in Chicago stops for stop signs."
"But this isn't Chicago."
"Might a well be. Did you hear that guy? I thought Fullerton was a friendly town."
Liz shook her head. They had been through that discussion once before, yesterday afternoon.
Carmen's face broke into a smile as the supermarket came into view. She turned sharply into the driveway, again squealing the tires, and fish-tailing the rear of the car. She pulled into a parking spot near the rear of the store, behind some delivery trucks.
Liz looked at her. "What are you parking way back here for? There are all kinds of empty spots up front."
Carmen smiled as if she had just told herself a private joke. "I don't want somebody opening the door against my car. I can't stand nicks and dents." She winked and slid out of the car. "Coming, darling?"
Carmen did her shopping quickly, pulling the items off the shelves and dropping them into her shopping cart like a farmer harvesting a corn crop. She appeared completely unconcerned about prices, never pausing to check even one price. Within five minutes her shopping cart was overflowing, and she wheeled it up to the cash register with the same reckless speed as she drove her car. Liz, running along behind her to keep up, stooped to nab an orange that had been flung off Carmen's cart.
"Thank you," Carmen said, accepting the lost orange. She stood in line tapping her foot, obviously impatient, but smiling at everybody who passed by.
Of the three lines, Carmen had picked the longest one to stand at the back of. Liz pointed out to her that the other two lines were shorter.
"Oh, I don't mind waiting." Carmen smiled mysteriously. Then she glanced toward the front of the line.
The bag-boy, a teen with thick auburn hair, which kept falling down over his nose as he jammed cans and packages into shopping bags, glanced back at her from behind his forelock. He blushed, his neck reddening against his white collar. His Adam's apple bobbed a few times, seeming to pop out of the knot of his red necktie.
Flirting with the bag-boy, Liz thought. Of course! Why else would Carmen pick the longest line. She likes the bag boy at this register. But she was embarrassing the teen. Couldn't she see that? Carmen simply had no shame – that's all there was to it.
Strangely, when Carmen reached the register she completely ignored the teen, instead gabbing with the check-out girl about the weather and other such trivia, at last announcing that she was from Chicago.
"Hope you like Fullerton," the check-out girl said over her shoulder as Carmen and Liz followed the bag-boy out of the store as he pushed their cart.
"I'm sure I'll get used to it!" Carmen yelled back. "Have a nice day!"
Neither Carmen nor the bag-boy said a word all the way across the parking lot, and as the teen piled the groceries into the trunk, both remained silent. The teen banged shut the trunk.
"Thank you, darling," Carmen said at last.
The teen glanced shyly at Liz.
"This is a very dear friend of mine," Carmen said to the teen. "Tommy, meet Liz."
The teen extended his hand. "Hi."
Liz shook his hand. She was momentarily stunned. "Glad to meet you," she said mechanically. Then she frowned at Carmen.
"I met Tommy Monday," Carmen explained. "He's such a considerate and helpful young man."
Tommy blushed even deeper. "Well, I'd better be getting back. The manager has a fit if I don't come right back."
"Did he have a fit Monday?" Carmen asked, sounding concerned.
The teen looked sick for a moment. "No. But I got back to the register just in time."
"Good," Carmen said. "I'll get your tip. It'll only take a minute."
A shuddering sigh escaped from the teen's throat. Suddenly, he was visibly trembling.
Carmen opened the front and back doors on the driver's side and pulled the teen between them. She dropped to her knees in front of the teen and hiked up his white apron. The teen took the apron and held it up.
"Carmen!" Liz gasped. "What on earth are you doing?"
"Hush! If you don't want to watch, look the other way." Carmen yanked the teen's pants down to his knees. The teens prick was standing up hard, twitching wildly. "Beautiful!" Carmen said, and she gobbled his cock up.
Tommy fell back against the car, his shoulders braced against the top of the door-frame. His loins humped at Carmen's face, his prick fucking in and out of her mouth.
"Oh, God!" he moaned. "Oh, man!" His forelock had fallen over his eyes.
Carmen made munching sounds as she sucked. She bobbed her head up and down furiously. Liz could see the teen's prickhead jab the insides of Carmen's cheeks and thought she could see his cockhead expand Carmen's throat.
Liz couldn't believe what she was seeing. She was terribly excited and terribly nervous. Oh, come quick, Tommy, she thought, before somebody comes along and catches us all.
Carmen grabbed the youth's balls, massaging them while she sucked. Tommy's head wobbled, his eyes covered by his auburn hair.
"Mmmm!" Carmen moaned. "Mmmmmm!" She twisted and turned her head, sucking the teen's cock as if she was a dog yanking at a sock.
"Oh, oh mannn!" Tommy groaned. "Oh, I'm gonna come! Uh, oh, Jesus!" He let out a long, breathy moan. His skinny body shivered. He bucked his loins, his knuckles turning white as they clenched his apron.
Carmen cooed, making slurping, sucking, munching sounds. She swallowed, rings of contractions passing down her throat.
In moments, it was all over. The teen's gleaming prick flopped out of Carmen's mouth, a few drops of cum flicking down onto the asphalt of the parking lot. He yanked up his pants, dropped his apron, and ran away, red as the dawn.
"I don't believe it. I just don't believe it."
Carmen laughed. "Calm down, darling." She leaned her elbow out the car window, driving with one hand.
They had been on the road for about five minutes. Carmen was driving leisurely around town now, apparently in no hurry to get anywhere. She even was stopping for stop signs.
"But what if somebody would have seen you?"
"Why do you think I parked in back of the store? Who goes back there but winos?"
"Delivery people, for one," Liz said.
Carmen simpered, shaking her head. "Darling, you're just too tight. Loosen up. You only live once."
"But you can get arrested for messing around with teens like that." Liz had begun to worry about Glen. One reason Liz had accompanied Carmen in her grocery shopping was to discuss what had happened yesterday. Liz had gone to sleep last night feeling elated and secure. She had awakened this morning, worried.
Carmen accelerated over a dip in the road. The car flew. Liz felt her stomach rise. Carmen squealed like a giddy schoolgirl.
"Relax, honey. I've had years of experience with teens. I can read their minds. I can tell the dangerous ones a mile away." She smiled confidently. Her black hair flew behind her in the wind like fine streamers of black silk. She had unraveled her braids since Liz had last seen her and her hair was perfectly straight now.
"I don't share your confidence," said Liz. "I really wish you wouldn't keep pulling things like that when you're around me."
"Liz, Liz, Liz, I do believe you're jealous. If we would have had more time, you could have had a taste of him, too." She licked her lips. "He had the sweetest cum, and his cock was a little sweaty from his working. Mmmm, I love guys with a little sweat on them. Don't you?"
"I wouldn't know," Liz said. "And I'm not jealous. Tell me, what happens if Glen decides to tell his friends about what happened yesterday? And what if Tommy starts talking about this afternoon? Even this afternoon, I'm an accessory."
"Darling, you talk as if we're murderers. Trust me, nothing will happen. I tell you, I know my guys. Darling, I've tasted hundreds, maybe thousands."
Liz believed that last sentence. "You might find Fullerton boys somewhat different from Chicago boys."
"Boys are boys," Carmen said. "And boys will be boys wherever they are. They care more about their cocks than they do about their mothers. Like I said, some of them you shouldn't tamper with, but most of them are all right. You just have to know how to spot the all right ones. It comes with experience."
Liz crossed her arms and sank back in her seat. Arguing with Carmen was hopeless. Would she ever be able to talk some sense into Carmen's head? If not, Liz would just have to avoid her – and hope that nothing would ever come of the two potential tragedies Carmen had brought upon her thus far. Too bad, because she still rather liked Carmen.
Liz turned away, watching the trees go by. They were near Fullerton Park now, a huge park, half the size of the city itself. Since the cost of maintaining so large a park was great, the city left three-quarters of the park in its natural untouched state – a sort of wilderness area. Liz mentioned this to Carmen.
Carmen said, "I bet the park is just full of little love nests for the teenagers."
Liz blushed. "Is that all you think about?" Carmen was right, though. Half the high school population would disappear into Fullerton Park after school every afternoon. Liz remembered many secret trails and hiding places in the woods from her own high school days. In fact, Fullerton Park was the place where Liz had lost her virginity.
Carmen made a sudden turn and they were driving in the park. Sunlight blazed down through the tall old trees. The scent of some blossom was in the air. For the first time since last year, Liz was conscious of a summery feeling. After a long winter, and a cold wet spring thus far, she had almost forgot that summer existed. The day was warm, in the mid-seventies. Liz closed her eyes and stretched, dreaming of a secluded beach in the tropics. She felt herself dozing off.
Carmen shook her by the shoulder. "Liz, are you sleeping?"
"What?" For a moment Liz didn't know where she was. That sunny beach, that blue-green surf, those rustling palm leaves – all faded. Dim forest light filtered into her consciousness.
"Sorry to wake you, dear, but we've got a passenger. Get out so he can slip in between us, will you?"
Liz dragged herself out of the car.
"Howdy," said the long-haired, barechested young man waiting to get into the car. He had wind-blown blond hair, blue eyes, and very white teeth. He looked to be in his teens, and despite his hippy-like appearance, he reminded Liz of Lonnie, her son.
"Hello," Liz said, wondering where he had come from.
The teen smiled nicely. Then, without another word, he slid into the car next to Carmen. Liz noticed that he was barefooted. In fact, all he was wearing was a pair of tight, low-riding, extremely worn jeans.
"I'm Carmen," Carmen said, "and this here is Liz."
"I'm Pete. Glad to meet both of you. Thanks for the ride. It's a long walk downtown."
"Our pleasure," Carmen said and they were off. A few minutes later Carmen had stopped to admire a cherry tree in blossom. Instead of heading back toward downtown she had driven deeper into the park. She switched off the ignition.
Liz's stomach contracted. She sensed what Carmen was up to. She wanted to say something, but Carmen had been talking nonstop to Pete, and Pete seemed to enjoy listening to her. She felt left out of whatever was happening and a captive audience to it. The thought occurred to her that she ought to slide out of the car and just walk away.
Neither Carmen nor the teen would notice. Then Liz wouldn't have to watch Carmen seduce the young man.
Carmen's arm was draped around the teen's naked shoulders. Her fingernails scratched gently up and down the teen's brown back muscles, leaving momentary trails of pink on the skin. The teen began to breath deeply. His periodic laughs began sounding self-conscious. Liz looked down at his crotch where a large tent had suddenly grown.
That does it! Liz thought. She couldn't stand another moment of this. She would leave. Good riddance, Carmen!
Carmen and the teen were kissing, Carmen biting up and down his brown neck, the teen moaning. Carmen's hand caressed the youth's chest and roved up and down his skinny abdomen. Her other hand ran through his long hair. The teen's cock jerked in his pants. The scent of his sweat filled the car.
Liz inhaled. The smell of the youth was like an exotic perfume, overpowering even the sweet scent of the cherry blossoms. She was aware of the warmth of his body, as warm as the sunlight filtering through the trees and streaming in through the windshield. She watched his grubby brown toes wiggling as he kissed Carmen. She thought she could hear his heart thumping to the same rhythm as his throbbing cock. Suddenly Liz was moving, doing what she knew she had to do. There could be no other way.
The teen's jeans popped open almost automatically. His zipper slid down as if lubricated. As Liz pulled his jeans down over his skinny hips, the teen gracefully lifted his ass. Liz got his jeans completely off in a moment, letting them drop to the floor beneath his brown feet. Liz smiled to herself. The act of undressing the teen had flowed like a ballet. It had been so easy, so graceful.
She cradled one of the youth's feet in her hands, watching his brown toes move sensuously. The teen's foot was wide, nicely shaped, his toes wide spread. She kissed his instep, rubbed her cheek against it, kissed his toes, then licked her way up his leg. The teen's leg was covered with golden hairs. She nuzzled the wiry hairs, rubbed her cheek along his thigh, approaching his prick.
Carmen smooched the youth loudly all over his face and neck. Her hand ran rapidly up and down his chest and abdomen. The teen's turgid prick whacked against his flat brown belly, standing up straight. The teen sighed, cooing like an infant suckling at its mother's tit.
"Our stud," Carmen said. "Liz and I are going to make you feel real good, honey."
The teen groaned. "Oh, yeahhhh!"
Liz pressed her nose to the teen's brown ball-sac. His big balls inside throbbed against her nose like turbines. His balls shifted restlessly. Liz thought she could hear his cum brewing inside them, the hot cum she was going to suck up through the teen's quivering cock.
Liz nuzzled all around and under the youth's hot balls. His sweaty scent made her moan. She rubbed her nose in the moist warmth, wishing that somehow she could capture the scent, could carry it with her always. The teen had the same smell as her first lover.
"Hold on, honey," Carmen said. "She's gonna suck it now. She gonna suck the jizz right out of your nuts."
The youth squirmed nearly off the seat. "Oh, man! Oh wow!"
Liz licked his cock and tasted his prick from its root in the teen's ball-sac to its throbbing purple cockhead. His prick jumped as the tip of her tongue caressed the sensitive strand just under his cock head. Precum oozed from his piss-slit, and Liz sipped it like a hummingbird sipping nectar. The cock-juice was warm, sweet, sticky-slippery, fresh out of the youth's writhing balls. Liz closed her mouth around the prick head and sucked, hungry for more of the delicious cock fluid.
The teen's strong hands closed around her head. His fingers massaged her scalp. He forced her head down on his cock. His cockhead lodged in her throat, hot and throbbing.
"Suck," he said. "Please suck." He wrapped his fingers in Liz's hair and humped upward at her mouth.
Liz salivated. The teen's prick was delicious. His cockmeat had a flavor that made Liz wish she could bite the youth's cock off and swallow his prick. She clamped his throbbing cock between the roof of her mouth and her tongue, holding his cock there, savoring the taste. She could feel his prick throbbing against her lip, could feel the electric tension surging through the core of his horny cock, could sense the erotic explosion about to take place.
"Suck me, please!" Pete said, his voice a whimper. "Oh, suck, suck, suck!" He humped with greater speed now, fucking Liz's mouth as if it was a cunt, driving his slick prick down her throat.
Liz gagged for a moment, then grabbed his jerking cock at the base to keep his prick from strangling her. She bobbed her head, riding Pete's cock with her head and mouth in the same way that she had ridden Glen's cock with her cunt yesterday. As she moved up and down on his cock, she churned her tongue at the underside of his prick shaft and cock head, at the same time using her lips to further stimulate his smooth cockskin.
"Oh, fuck!" Pete gasped. "Oh, fuck yes! Feels great! Oh, baby!"
"Suck him, honey!" Carmen urged, sounding like a cheerleader. "Suck off this man of ours! Suck that big cock! Suck out his jizz!"
Liz was aware of his cock now in the same way that she had been aware of cunt yesterday while she had been sucking Carmen's pussy. She felt his cock fill her mouth, her throat, her entire head. She smelled and tasted his prick. She heard the man's grunts and saw his brown abdominal muscles writhing before her eyes. He was all man, all cock – so exciting, so delicious, so hot! She sucked furiously, hungry for his jism.
"Shoot it, baby!" Carmen said. "Blast your hot cream down her throat! She wants it, baby. She's hungry for it. Give it to her, stud. Give it to her now!"
Pete's hot cock swelled, quivered, and jumped like a fish out of water. "Yeahhhh!" he sighed. "Yeahhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" His jism exploded, squirting down Liz's throat like hot milk from, a cow's tit.
Carmen laughed. Pete groaned, firing one spurt after another. Liz swallowed, her eyes closed. She savored the taste and creamy texture of the teen's jism. She felt his cock swelling and contracting in her mouth. She squeezed his bloated, pulsating balls, making Pete whine, making him shoot more jizz.
The teen was still firing and his cock still throbbing when Carmen started the car. The car jerked forward. Liz choked as Pete's cock lunged down her throat.
"Stay down, Liz," Carmen said calmly. "And Pete, as soon as you're finished, put your pants back on."
The teen's dripping cock flipped out of Liz's mouth, banging her on the nose. Suddenly, Liz's heart was up in her throat. "What?" she asked.
"Stay down," Carmen said. "We've got a cop on our tail."
We've had it now! Liz thought – but five minutes later they were letting Pete out of the car on the main street of town. The squad car had followed them out of the park then had turned off on a side street.
Pete closed the car door for Liz, then leaned into the window. He tossed his head, brushing the blond locks out of his eyes. "Thanks, you guys. Say, either of you got a few bucks to spare?"
"Of course," Carmen said, shoving a handful of bills his way.
Pete smiled, snatching the bills from in front of Liz's nose. "Thanks. See you both around." He turned and swaggered down the sidewalk, stuffing the bills into his hip pocket. His grubby toes hugged the concrete. He looked naked and sleek, his yellow hair sweeping around his shoulders.
"Cocky stud, isn't he?" Carmen said.
"Yes," Liz said, watching the teen turn a corner and disappear. "How much did you give him?"
"Six or seven bucks – my change from the store."
"He looks like he can use it. I should have offered him something, too."
Carmen laughed. "Darling, we wouldn't want to spoil him. Next time he'd expect the same."
"Next time?"
Carmen shook her head, chuckling. "You need an education, honey. Haven't you ever seen a teenage gigolo?"
"A what?"
"A hustler, a whore."
Liz stared at her. Now she had heard of everything! "In Fullerton? No way!"
Carmen started the car. She laughed so hard her hand trembled on the shift lever. "Honey, you've got a lot to learn. Not every stomach full of cum is free."
"I don't believe it," Liz said. "Let's go home." She swallowed, still tasting the teen's cum in her mouth. She was content to know that his jism was inside her. She didn't really care to argue about what the bay was, or to think about the cop who had followed them. All she wanted to do was to go borne and to rub herself off. Her panties were drenched. She felt as if her pussy was being licked by a thousand tongues.