The bright sunlight of early afternoon fell on Liz's face, waking her from a restless sleep. She stretched her bikini-clad body and slid backward on the blanket, getting her face into the shade once more. She had been out here in her back yard sunbathing and napping for what seemed like hours.
After her sleepless night, she needed the naps, and after a long winter she needed the sun. What's more, she thought the sunbathing might relax her, might calm her mind. After the scene she had come upon this morning – Lester and Jade, father and daughter, fucking – her mind and muscles were all wound up.
She looked around her, sensing suddenly that somebody was watching her. She sat up, scanning the entire back yard. Silly, she thought. Who could possibly see over the eight-foot-high hedge that surrounded the yard?
Satisfied that she was alone, she lay back down, pillowing her head in her hands. She stretched again, cracking a few joints in her spine. She inhaled the sweet-scented spring air and felt the warmth of the sun's rays ease into her muscles like loving fingers. The air smelled of apple and cherry blossoms, of new grass, of moist earth. Liz closed her eyes, letting her mind drift.
Immediately she thought of Lester and Jade. She a naked Jade standing in the kitchen, bent forward, ass upturned and wiggling. She saw Lester mounted on his daughter like a stud on a bitch. She saw his huge gleaming cock fucking in and out of Jade's asshole. Lord! Had it really happened, or had she dreamed it?
A familiar question. Ever since Liz had met Carmen she had been asking herself that question. And now, even with Carmen out of town, Liz was still forced to ask that question. Carmen's influence remained behind like a ghost even while Carmen was hundreds of miles away. Carmen may have been gone, but Carmen's family was carrying on her work, her obsession, her lust. Liz couldn't help but to think of Carmen as some sort of she devil, as a witch, as some sort of lusty female spirit with great and far-reaching powers. And Liz couldn't help but think of herself as under Carmen's spell, as one of Carmen's disciples, as a new member of Carmen's coven of lust.
Liz had watched this morning's kitchen drama a scene of shameless incestuous lust – with a sense of pleased, fascination. The shock Liz felt had been mild. Rather, she had felt a sort of perverse thrill, had felt the urge to cheer the fucking father and daughter as if they were the lead horses in the Kentucky Derby. The vague shock she had experienced had been due less to the incest, than to the way in which they had fucked and the way they had spoken to each other. Daughter bringing father off with her feet and father sucking daughter's pussy – both were unbelievable enough. But father fucking daughter's asshole? Had that really happened? And the shameless things they had said to each other? Had Liz actually heard them?
Ass-fucking – Liz had imagined such a thing, but she had never heard of anyone actually being fucked up the ass. Strangely, while she had watched Jade take her father's prick up the ass, Liz's own asshole had begun to tingle and throb. Her asshole had suddenly acquired the feelings Liz usually felt in her cunt. Lying here now just thinking about the scene made her asshole throb and tingle. She was dying to know what ass-fucking felt like – to have a hot cock up her ass, a slippery cock fucking her, the prickhead throbbing in her bowels. Oh, God! Liz stretched, trying to relieve some of her sexual tension. If only Stan were here right now! He would probably think she was crazy, but she would sit right down on his cock, letting his big prick slide straight up her ass. And then she would ride his cock, making him fuck her deep, feeling his prick all the way. If only Carmen were here she could ask Carmen about it. Carmen knew everything there was to know about sex. She could have Carmen go out and get her a man, anything with a cock, so she could find out what it felt like to get ass fucked.
And if Carmen couldn't get her a real cock, she would have Carmen strap on her big rubber dildo, and Liz would take that up her ass.
Liz sat up and fumbled with the knot of her bikini top. The bow unraveled, and the cups slipped off her tits. The breeze and sunlight both nipped her nipples. She felt terribly excited. Not since her teenage days in Fullerton Park had she gone topless outside. She threw her tit-cups onto the grass and began to pull off her panties. As she kicked them off over her toes, the breeze licked her wet cuntslit. She felt free and naked. She spread her legs, opening herself up completely. Fuck me, she thought. Anybody, fuck me.
She lay back down, stretching. She felt shameless and filthy. She forced her legs as wide as she could, imagining herself staked out by a tribe of Indians – wide open for all the young bronzed bucks. They would fuck her one by one. They would howl while their big bronze cocks fucked in and out of her. They would shoot hot jism into her until cum overflowed and bubbled out of her like a river of thick white cream. A hundred of them would fuck her. No – two hundred, five hundred. They would fuck her for days, and she would come with each one, her toes curling against the balls of her feet with her unbearable spasms. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine the faces of the young bronze bucks.
She forced herself to sit up, then slid backward into the shade. She was panting, almost out of breath. She was sweating. The breeze cooled her forehead, and a trickle of sweat left her navel and rolled down over her lower belly. She felt dizzy, almost delirious. A wet spot the size of a saucer darkened the beige blanket, where her ass had been. Her pussy had dribbled as if it had really been fucked. She reached between her legs. Her hairy crotch was sopped, and her pussy-flesh seemed to be on fire. As futile as she knew jacking off would be, she knew that she would have to finger-fuck herself or scream.
Sitting upright, her legs crossed, she closed her eyes. Like a ghost that had never left, Lonnie's face reappeared behind her closed lids. The teen had a far-away, longing look. His eyes seemed pained. Liz moaned, working fingers of both her hands up her spread cunt. As she began to tear at her pussy, to finger-fuck herself, Lonnie began to smile. Liz envisaged his cock fucking in and out of her cunt. She contracted her cunt, manipulating her son's phantom cock. His prick was big, bigger than Lester's. That's what Jade had said. And according to Jade, Lonnie knew how to use his prick.
"Oh, honey!" Liz moaned aloud. "Oh, my darling!"
The teen whimpered. She could hear his panting, his grunting, as if he was right there. She smiled to herself, delighting in the almost-real quality of her fantasy. She moved her fingers faster, gyrating her ass on the blanket.
"Fuck me, sweetheart!" she groaned. "Oh, please!"
"Oh, jeez, let me in!" he cried.
Liz gasped, her heart jumping into her throat. Hot hands gripped her shoulders. A naked body, smelling of sweat, fell upon her and knocked her onto her back. The body was between her legs immediately. A hard cock jabbed at her pussy. A drooling mouth mashed to her mouth, clicking teeth. She saw shiny eyes, but saw them so close that they were blurred, out of focus.
"Oh, momma, let me in!" he cried. And his cock found her cunt. His hot, slippery prick sliced straight up her cunt.
"Ohhhh!" Liz moaned. A hot cock was what she needed, exactly what she needed. She threw her arms around the teen's shoulders and clawed into his back.
"Oh, man, oh, man!" The teen humped up and down, in and out, squirming, panting, driving his cock. His hard chest bounced on Liz's tits. "Oh, mannn! Oh, momma!"
Liz wrapped her legs around the teen, humping her cunt upward to meet his cock-thrusts. She was aware that her fucker was Glen, the horny teen with the brown eyes. He had come to her out of nowhere. It had probably been him whom she had sensed watching her. He had probably seen everything, but Liz didn't care. She was too wound up inside to feel shame or embarrassment. All she felt were the unbearable throbbings of lust and the need to fuck the teen's cock until they both came.
She licked kisses all over the teen's face. He tasted of sweat, smelled of sun-baked flesh. She imagined him hiding in the shrubs and peeping on her, or sitting above her in the tree – naked, sun browned, beating his cock while he watched her. At last, unable to control himself, he had leapt upon her like a wild young savage. The thought made her shiver.
"Fuck me, darling! Oh, Glen, yessss! Marvelous!" She almost laughed. She was beginning to sound like Carmen.
"Oh, momma, momma, momma!" the humping teen muttered. His skinny hips worked up and down with the speed of a fucking dog's. His cock, amazingly hard, quivered and flexed inside her like a hot piston.
Liz clamped her cunt around the sliding cock. She contracted her cunt muscles rhythmically, squeezing the teen's horny prick, manipulating his cock with all the skill gained from twenty years of fucking.
Glen's pubescent body shivered and stiffened. "Ohh, wowww!" he gasped. "Oh, momma!"
Liz slid her hands down the teen's back. She kneaded his flexing asscheeks, stimulating him to fuck harder.
"Cream me, darling!" she moaned. "Oh, honey baby, shoot it! Squirt it! Come into me now!"
Glen shuddered. His cock seemed to swell. He snapped back his head, his eyes rolling in their sockets.
"Ahhhhh! Awwwwwwww!" He squirted into Liz's cunt.
Liz felt goosebumps prickling her hot skin. She felt the teen's cock flexing inside her, felt his jism splashing the walls of her cunt, felt her clit writhing against his ivory-slick cockshaft. She clutched his prick hard with her pussy, sucking the jism from his balls.
Glen squirmed crazily. "Ohh, mannn, ahhhh!" His cum exploded into her cunt again and again.
Liz closed her eyes, imagining the white spears of jism pelting the walls of her cunt. Her cunt walls undulated, making the teen's cock jerk and twist insanely. The orgasmic sensations began at the tip of her spine. Within seconds her pussy was a nest of spasms. She crushed Glen between her legs, writhing with orgasm as she sucked him dry.