"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.
CHAPTER NINE
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.