Liz thought of Carmen and remembered the way Carmen's pussy had gushed on her face when Carmen had sat on her, remembered the taste and smell of Carmen's pussy. Liz pulled her finger out of her cunt and sucked off the fuck juice. It was warm and sweet like Carmen's. Strange, but at that moment Liz wished that it was Carmen's pussyjuice and not her own that she was tasting. She and Carmen had gotten it on enough times now for Liz to have lost her inhibitions regarding sucking pussy. And tonight, for the first time, she actually craved the taste of pussy, craved the smell of cunt, craved the feel of hot pussy slabs pulsating against her lips and tongue. She wished Carmen were here.
Relaxing back on the bed, Liz shoved the middle finger of her right hand back up her cunt. As she worked it in and out of the fluffy pussy-meat of her cunthole, she rubbed her clit. Her clit stood up and quivered. Her clit jerked around and danced, poking at her finger. Warm tingles streamed through her clit and radiated out through her loins. Her clit had always fascinated her. Her clit was small, like a tiny rose bud, like a teenage girl's nipple, but it gave her so much pleasure, felt so good. She loved to have her clit sucked – now that Carmen was around to do it for her. But she wished she could get a guy to do it, especially one of those teens Carmen had picked up for her. They all loved to suck tits. They might just as much like to suck clits and pussies. Liz smiled. The next time Glen sneaked up on her while, she was sunbathing she'd be ready for him.
She could see it now – horny Glen jerking off in the bushes while he watched her sunbathing in the nude, horny Glen losing control of himself and rushing upon her like a shameless savage to fuck her until his quivering teenage cock squirted. She would let him fall on her, but before he could get his cock inside her, she'd flip him over, crawl up his squirming body, and drape her throbbing cunt slabs over his moaning mouth. The tiger would fight for a few moments, until the aroma of pussy intoxicated him, and then he would relax and begin to suck. She would drown him in her pussyjuice. The teen would swallow down every drop, hungry for all she could give him. Her clit would jab at his lips, would fuck one of his nostrils. When she came, the teen would spurt off spontaneously into the air. She would look over her shoulder, watching his white cum squirt high into the air. Some would land like hot wax on her back and ass. The rest would splat down on his belly. And all the while, she would be coming, scouring his face with her slimy crotch.
She finger-fucked her cunt quickly now. A rage of sensations flooded her loins. She brought her spread legs together and clamped them around her hand. Her orgasm hit, making her eyes roll back, making her toes curl. She clenched her hand between her thighs to the rhythm of her orgasmic waves.
"Feels good," she whispered. "Oh, God, it feels good!"
When her orgasm had subsided, she pulled her finger out of her cunt and brought her wet hand to her face, inhaling the musky cuntal aroma. She tittered to herself. She was filthy, as bad as Carmen. Two weeks ago she would have felt guilty, lying here so shamelessly indulging herself.
Before Carmen had come along, Liz would have jacked off quickly on the toilet had she felt the need to relieve some sexual tension. She would never have spent an hour in the bathtub, rubbing herself off before she climbed out and another hour pampering herself, only to lie back on her bed to lazily jack off again. And such thoughts she had now while jacking off! Such filthy visions! Sucking pussy. Sitting on the teen's face. Oh, so filthy! But so exciting, so exquisitely pleasurable! She was like Carmen now – shameless, filthy, and horny as a mink.
Liz stretched on the bed, luxuriating in the feel of her nakedness. She rolled on the bed, rubbing against the spread like a she-cat. She spread her legs, pointed her toes, and grinned at herself in the mirror. She licked one of her red nipples. She pretended to be one of those filthy girls in the sex magazines, one of those girls who like to tease men with their bodies, who like to open themselves up and allow men to see into their dark, wet cunts.
"Come on, baby," she said, pretending to be talking to a man who was watching her. "Come on and take a peek inside me. Smell good, honey? Wanna lick it?"
She felt the juices bubbling out of her pussy again, rolling down into her asscrack. Christ, she was hot! She was staining the bedspread. The smell of pussy saturated the air of the bedroom. Lord, she was ready to rub herself off again! She sprang up, dancing in front of the mirror like a stripper.
Her big tits swayed and jiggled. Her hips gyrated like a belly dancer's, moved independently of her torso. She turned in circles, wiggling her ass at the mirror while she looked over her shoulder to watch. Her ass was sexy enough to eat. Were it possible, she would shove her nose between her asscheeks and would suck on her own asshole. Were it possible, she would lick out her own pussy. Were it possible, she would fuck herself.
As she danced, she imagined she heard the sinuous whine of an oboe. She imagined herself to be a dancing girl in a sultan's harem, writhing naked before the sultan and his court. She could feel the dark, fiery eyes of the men tracing up and down her squirming body like warm fingertips. She could sense the hard cocks of all the men dancing under their robes like cobras as they watched her, as they lusted for her. She imagined herself falling before each of the horny men, imagined lifting the robe of each in turn to suck off his stiff prick. She could taste all their jism, all their hot spurting fuck juices. She could smell their cocks and balls. Cuntjuice ran down her inner thighs like warm honey. Her thighs slipped against each other as if they had teen oiled.
"Oh, yesss!" she whispered. "Oh, yes, yes, yesss!"
Warm hands seemed to be caressing up and down her body, roving over her hot nipples, fingering her navel, tugging and squeezing her inflated pussylips. She writhed, wiggled, and swayed her head, dancing a dance of pure lust. She turned slowly in circles, watching the room weave round and round. She began to move around the room, leaving the mirror behind. She could imagine herself dancing now – no mirror needed.
The evening breeze lifted and waved the gauzy white curtains. Her shadows danced on the walls. The open doorway of her bedroom framed a dark hallway. The hallway looked strange and mysterious, like a cave begging to be explored. Suddenly, Liz found herself passing through her doorway. She glided down the hallway silently, her lubricated thighs slipping against each other.
Ahead of her, a shaft of light formed a yellow rectangle on the carpeted floor in front of Lonnie's bedroom door. Without a thought, she knew where she was headed.
Lonnie lay on his bed, reading a book. His head was propped up by a pillow. His school book was balanced on his bare chest. His bare legs were spread. His only clothing, a pair of white bikini underwear, bulged at the crotch.
He does have a big prick! Liz thought. Jade hadn't been lying. Liz felt another trickle of warm cuntjuice glide down the inside of one thigh. She had last seen Lonnie's cock when he was just a peewee kid. Until she had met Carmen, she had never even considered her son as a sexual object. But now, filled with a fuck-fever she was powerless to fight, she wanted her son more than anything else in the world. One look at the bulge in his underwear was enough to shake the last flickers of doubt and guilt from her mind. He had a big prick, a monstrous cock, coiled like a huge snake in his tiny bikini briefs. She had to have him. She would have his prick.
Like a silent spirit she stepped into his bedroom. Without hesitation, she moved toward her son's bed. She could smell him, could smell his sweaty aroma, could smell his cock and balls. She ached to taste her son, to devour him, to absorb him into herself. She stood next to his bed, looking down at his blue eyes as they scanned the page of his book.