"Then fuck, for crying out loud!" He was hopeless. For eighteen years she had been after him to eat her pussy, but he simply refused. She had even tried offering him a pussy-fuck from behind, if he would only eat her first, but he wouldn't lick her cunt. Well, at least Carmen had licked her cunt, and she bet Glen would have done it if she had given him the chance. This thought made her feel righteous and allay any guilt she felt for having cheated on Stan this afternoon. If he refused to lick her cunt, then he deserved to be made a cuckold by a teenager.
Stan mounted her, spread her pussylips with his thumbs, and prodded her cunthole with his cockhead.
The moment Liz felt Stan's burning cockhead touch the meat of her cunt all resentment toward him for refusing to eat her pussy passed away. The touch of his cock sent an electric thrill through her cunt. Her ass wiggled spontaneously. Her cunt felt like her pussy was gaping, aching to suck in his cock. Pussy juice bubbled from her cunt.
"Oh, Stan, shove it in!"
Stan grunted. Like a bull, he rammed his cock up her cunt. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" he sighed.
"Ohh, Stannnn! Yessss! Fuck me, darling!" Stan's cock was hot and his prickshaft penetrated her deeply. One advantage of a doggie fuck was that Stan could get into her cunt deeper.
Stan slammed his cock in and out of her pussy, fucking her hard and fast immediately. He had never been one to waste time. His belly whacked against her waving ass.
"Tight!" Stan muttered. "Oh, baby, I love it!" He slapped her ass playfully a few times, then fucked her harder.
Liz's pussy clutched at Stan's cock. Each time his hot cock slipped in and each time his prick pulled out, Liz felt her eyes bug out. A whirl of hot sensations flooded her pussy. She moved in rhythm with her husband, jerking her ass backward at his belly as he thrust his cock up her cunt. His prick felt so good, so very good. She had been waiting hours for this, had come close to rubbing herself off in anticipation of this hot fuck, these luscious feelings.
Stan grunted and gasped. "Jesus, honey, I can't hold it much longer. Oh, man! You're so fucking hot tonight! I'll do my best to hold back awhile, but I don't think I can for long."
Liz didn't care. She could feel her orgasm on its way already. "Grab my tits, Stan! Oh, quick!"
Stan's warm hands kneaded her tits. He rolled her stiff nipples between his thumbs and fingers.
Deep sex-sensations gnawed through Liz's body, shooting through her tits, through her ass, through her cunt, through her toes. Her ass shuddered, jolted as if by lightning.
"Ohhh, Stan, I'm coming, honey, I'm coming! Come with me!"
"Oh, Jesus!" Stan gasped. "Uh, uh, ahhhhh, baby, here it comes! Ahhhhhhh!" He slammed into her.
Liz jerked with orgasm, her pussy contracting around her husband's throbbing cock. Stan's cock spurted, his thick cum bathing the spasming walls of her cunt. His cum was warm. Liz imagined her cunt tissues saturated with the sticky white fluid, absorbing jizz like a sponge.
"Shoot it, darling!" Liz moaned. And he did, spurt after spurt.
CHAPTER SIX
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.