The reddish light of early morning seemed to pulsate on the walls like the blood in Liz's temples, like the blood in her pussy. She hadn't slept much, and her waking moments had been less than satisfying. The night had been long, and Liz had felt a fever in her flesh during all of it.
Masturbation did nothing to cure that fever, the fuck-fever that she had contracted from Carmen like some kind of incurable disease. Rubbing cooled her pussy for perhaps a half hour, but then the fever would set in again with renewed intensity.
Carmen was to blame. Before Carmen had come along, Liz had been an average horny housewife. Stan would fuck her three times a week, and she would be fairly satisfied. Occasionally she would ask him for more, would need for him to fuck her every day for awhile, like in the early years of their marriage, but usually an every-other-day fuck with a little jerking off on the side would suffice well.
Now, having caught Carmen's disease, Liz was finding three fucks a day barely adequate – and jerking off was next to worthless.
The last four days had been especially frustrating. Stan was out of town on business, unavailable for Liz's bedtime fuck. And Carmen, the thoughtless bitch, had gone back to Chicago to close out the selling of her house there. Carmen had left without a word. Liz had called Carmen four mornings ago and Lester had informed her that Carmen had gone back to Chicago. Carmen's husband had invited Liz over for breakfast. He was anxious to meet Liz after Carmen had told him so much about her. I'll just bet, Liz thought.
Liz wondered what Lester was like. He had sounded friendly enough. She wondered whether he knew what Carmen was really like – that Carmen liked to fuck almost anyone she could, especially with teenage boys. She couldn't imagine the man knowing such a thing about his wife and accepting it. Perhaps Carmen sucked Lester so dry every day that he didn't have the strength to even get suspicious.
And what about Jade, Carmen's daughter? Jade was a duplicate of her mother physically, and she sounded a lot like Carmen when she talked. Except for the age-gap between them, and except for Jade's remarkable green eyes, mother and daughter could pass for twins. Being so alike, did mother and daughter have the same sexual needs? Was Jade a shameless nympho, and, if so, had she gotten her claws into Lonnie? Lonnie and Jade had been seeing quite a lot of each other, and Lonnie blushed like the sunset every time Liz asked him anything about Jade.
Liz couldn't quite imagine Lonnie fucking a girl. He was a shy teen. Liz couldn't imagine him becoming aggressive enough to fuck a girl. But then, Lonnie wouldn't necessarily have to become aggressive if Jade was aggressive. And if Jade was anything like her mother, then Jade had the aggressive drive of three grown women. Liz saw a vision of Lonnie lying naked and helpless in his bed while Jade hovered over him like a female vampire. Jade's nipples glinted like sharpened rubies. Her green eyes held the teen under, her spell. She swooped down on the teen.
Liz climbed out of bed, trying to put the vivid daydream out of her mind. She began to dress.
The daydream disturbed her because she saw herself in Jade. Ever since she had met Carmen a week ago, ever since Carmen had introduced her to the delicious tenderness and the musky heat of teenage boys, Liz had felt herself gaining in lustful strength, had imagined herself changing slowly into a vamp, a smiling dark lady whose sustenance was cum.
Like Carmen, like she imagined Jade to be, she too was becoming an aggressive nympho. The thought both delighted and disturbed her.
Even more disturbing to Liz than the realization of what she was becoming, and of the nature of her lustful desires in general, was the realization of where her lust was dragging her – closer and closer to Lonnie, closer and closer to the bed of her own son. She couldn't pinpoint the exact cause of her unspeakable lust for her son. She remembered having had an exquisite thrill at the moment Glen, had shot into her. "Oh, momma!" he had cried. She remembered how Tommy, the hippy teen she had sucked off in the park, had reminded her of Lonnie. And now, whenever she thought of the teens Carmen had picked up, the teens Carmen had shared with her, Liz would see them with Lonnie's face, with Lonnie's blond hair and blue eyes, and she would be filled with an insane lust for Lonnie, a lust she knew would torture her forever if she couldn't satisfy it, and a lust she knew she would never dare to satisfy. Cheating on Stan was bad, but she knew that he cheated on her. Sucking Carmen's pussy, fooling with teenage boys – those were worse but forgivable. The guilt she felt was minimal and temporary. But incest – going to bed with her own son and taking his cock inside her body – that was unforgivable. The thought of fucking her son made her tremble with a hopeless lust.
Liz walked down the hallway, passing the living room where this whole crazy dream had begun just over a week ago. The grandfather clock at the end of the hallway read seven-fifteen – still time for some of Lester's French toast. She slipped out the backdoor, her heart thumping. Maybe Lester would throw her across his kitchen table and fuck her while the forgotten French toast turned cold and stiff. With his nympho wife gone for four days now, Lester was likely going out of his mind. Liz wondered what he looked like. He must be well built, she thought, to have withstood the heated assaults of Carmen for the last fifteen years.
Liz decided to go directly to the back of the house, to the kitchen door, rather than ring the front doorbell and have Lester chase all the way through the house to meet her. The house Carmen and Lester had bought was a mansion, one of the largest houses in Fullerton. Liz couldn't imagine what a couple with only one child would want with a house large enough for a family of ten. Everything Carmen did seemed to be excessive.
Liz rounded the corner at the back of the house. The scent of pancakes or French toast was unmistakable.
She imagined Lester inside. She thought she'd sneak a peek through the kitchen window for a preview of the manly brute.
He was in the kitchen all right, and Liz hadn't been wrong about him – he stood over six feet tall, with muscles bulging out all over. He was a bodybuilder, had to be. Nobody developed muscles like that without years of concentrated work with weights. He had hairy legs, a hairy chest, short dark hair, and green eyes, eyes as striking and luminescent as Jade's. Liz could see all this because he stood facing her. He was stark naked. He would have noticed her watching had his eyes not been focused on the feast before him on the table.
Well, for Christsake! Liz thought. She had seen everything now. What was left? She made herself less conspicuous by easing backward along the house, then she peered inside cautiously again to watch Lester do his work.
Jade lay across the table in front of him like a sacrificial virgin on an altar. She was naked, her legs spread, her fine black hair splayed out around her head like the fanned tail of a peacock. Her arms were thrown outward in a crucified position, and her chest rose and fell quickly, her pointed tits dancing. She sighed as she breathed. Liz could heir her through the screen.
Hands planted on his hips, Lester grinned down at his daughter. His cock – as big a cock as Liz had ever seen – aimed straight out from his loins, twitching. The curly black hairs on his muscular belly seemed to quiver. His cock dripped.
"How was it, honey?" he asked.
Jade sighed. "Mmm, wonderful, Daddy! I just came and came."
Lester beamed. "Was I as good as your new boyfriend?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"You guess?" His face dimmed.
"Oh, you know, Daddy – in some ways you were better, and in some ways you were worse."
"For instance?"
"Well, Lonnie's cock is a little bit bigger than yours, and he just goes crazy sometimes. But then he doesn't have all those big muscles that you have, or all that sexy hair on his tummy and around his balls." Jade affected a slightly babyish voice.
Lester grinned. "That's one of the things that separates the men from the boys."
Jade giggled. She sat up partially, bracing herself with her elbows. She raised her foot and petted her father's cock with her toes. "I like your prick just as well as Lonnie's, Daddy – even if Lonnie's is bigger."
Lester appeared to wince, but almost imperceptibly. He grabbed both Jade's feet and pressed them around his cock. "Sexy tease! Just like your mother."
Jade giggled, wiggling her toes, beginning to roll her father's prick between the soles of her feet.
Lester held her ankles and humped, fucking between the pink soles of her feet. As he moved, the muscles of his hairy chest and belly pumped and writhed.
"Mm, honey," he said, "you still have the sexiest feet of any girl I ever saw." He licked his lips. "Oh, baby! And look at that pink cunt between your legs. Oh, honey, Jesus!"
Jade pushed up closer toward him, forcing her thighs farther apart, giving him a better view of her pussy, opening herself up to him. Her long black hair trailed like a waterfall down over her shoulders and onto the table. She rolled her father's cock faster and faster between her pink soles while her father humped. Her toes flexed, extended, squirmed sensuously.
Lester grunted. "Christ, you're sexy! Goddamn!"
"And I'm only a teenager, Daddy."
"Ohh, shit, you hot bitch! Oh, fuck!" Within a matter of seconds, Lester had become flushed and raving, as if Jade had pushed a button to stimulate her father to the utmost.
Jade squirmed on the table, gyrating her ass against the mahogany. She tossed her head, making her waterfall of black hair flow.
"Look at my pussy, Daddy. Oooh. I'm all wet! My ass is sliding on the table."
Lester's nostrils flared. "Oh, Jesus Christ!"
"Squirt it on me, Daddy! Shoot on me! Come on, Daddy, let your hot stuff squirt!"
Lester's purple cockhead bloated up like a balloon. The piss-slit gaped wide. Ropes of thick white cum burst out, pelting Jade's face, tits, and belly. Lester threw back his head and groaned.
Jade gibbered crazily, as if her father's splatting cum were some kind of maddening brew. As Lester continued to shoot, Jade opened her mouth like a baby bird crying to be fed. At one point, she jerked forward, trying to catch her father's cum in her mouth as the white gobs flew.
In ten seconds, it was all over. Lester released Jade's feet, pumping the last dribbles of cum from his cock with his hand.
Jade raised her feet to her father's mouth. "Suck my toes, Daddy."
Jade's pink wiggling toes slid into her father's mouth. Lester munched on them, moaning, continuing to milk his cock.
Jade caught gobs of her father's cum with her fingers, and bringing her fingers to her mouth, she sucked down the thick wads.
Both father and daughter appeared to be relishing eating parts of each other, grunting contentedly as they munched.
Jade fell back again, licking her lips. "Mmmm, so good!" she sighed. "Daddy, my pussy is so darn horny again."
Lester chuckled. "Okay, candy-crotch, I get the message." He forced her legs wide. "Let's see how wide my cheerleader can split her legs."
Jade pulled on her knees, forcing her legs into a nearly complete split. As she held herself wide open for her father, she pointed her toes like a gymnast.
"Wide enough, Daddy?"
Lester's only response was a grunt. He fell between her legs, mashing his face against his daughter's spread pussy. He went to work immediately, munching and licking his daughter's horny teenage crotch.
"Ohhhh, Daddy!" Jade squirmed all over the table.
Lester ate ravenously – munch, munch, slurp, smooch! His breathing was loud, and he continued to moan as if still in the throes of orgasm.
Jade grabbed her father's twisting bobbing head. Her knuckles whitened as she clawed into his short hair. She crushed his head between her legs.
"Oh, Daddy, eat me! Suck my pussy, Daddy! Oh, Daddy, feels so good!"
The hulk of Lester's torso lay on the table between his daughter's wide-spread legs. His red face twisted from side to side, bathed in Jade's gushing cuntjuices. His lips and teeth worked at her crotch. His tongue slipped in and out of her pussy like a snake.
"Mmmm!" he half-moaned. "Mmmm, mmm, mmmm!"
Jade's head tossed from side to side. Her lips were parted sensuously, her face flushed. Her sexy toes squirmed, indicating the intensity of her feelings.
"Oh, Daddy!" she cried. "I'm… I'm, eeeeeh!" The toes of both her feet clutched at the air. Her pink nipples stood up like spikes. Shudders passed through her splayed body.
Lester groaned, sucking the orgasm through his daughter's hot pussy. When it was over, he stood up, panting for breath. His face gleamed. Droplets of Jade's pussyjuice beaded his lips and chin.
Jade relaxed, cooing. She rubbed her pussy gently, bringing her legs together and clamping her thighs around her hand.
"Felt so good, Daddy. You do it real good."
Lester looked down at her, hands on his hips. His cock, which had deflated after he had come, stood up again, looking like a club.
"Better than your boyfriend?"
"Just about," Jade answered in her babyish tone.
"Just about? You're getting a little uppity toward your dad these days, aren't you? You used to tell me that nobody ate your pussy like your old dad. This Lonnie must be quite a stud."
"Yeahhhh!" Jade sighed dreamily. "Lonnie's super. And his cock is so fucking huge!"
Lester grabbed her hand and pulled her to a sitting position as easily as though she was a rag-doll.
"I think you're shitting me, sweetheart." Jade giggled.
Lester pulled her off the table. Her black hair was so long that it half-covered her ass as she stood. Lester swatted her ass.
"You are getting uppity, aren't you?"
She whirled away from her father, arched her back, and wiggled her upturned ass at him.
"Goddamn!" Lester said. "You're asking for it."
Jade laughed. "Then give it to me, Daddy. I've got school this morning, you know? Lonnie moves a lot faster than you."
"All right, baby, you're getting it." Lester mounted his daughter from behind. He towered over her. His cock looked as long as her forearm. Grabbing her hips, he jammed his throbbing cock between her asscheeks. "Bend over," he ordered.
Jade let go a short squeal. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on her knees, turning her ass up high. "Oh, Daddy, Daddy! Up the ass! I just love it!"
Lester rotated his ass, screwing the head of his cock against his daughter's asspucker. He strained forward, the muscles of his bodybuilder's physique bulging. Jade looked like a doll under him. He half-squatted to align his erect prick with her asshole.
Jade wiggled her ass as if trying ta screw herself backward onto her father's cock. Her long black hair hung along her shoulders, brushing her knees. Her green eyes looked glazed with excitement and lustful sensations.
"Fuck me, Daddy! Get it in quick!"
Lester's hands tightened on her hips. With a grunt, he jerked forward. His cock disappeared up her asshole.
"Ohhhh, Daaaaddy!" Jade's body shivered. Her green eyes rolled.
Lester humped, slamming his hips into her ass, fucking his enormous cock in and out of her asshole. As his prick sliced in and out, his cockhead gleamed with her ass juices. His huge balls flapped back and forth, flogging her pussy.
In less than a minute, Jade began grunting and shuddering. She arched her back even more, threw her head back, and wailed as another orgasm ripped through her insatiable pussy.
Before she finished, Lester rounded his back, humped furiously, and groaned. His hot cum filled her sucking asshole.
Liz had seen enough. Dizzy, she turned and stumbled away.