"Fuck me," Liz said. She smiled at him.

"Jeez!" the boy gasped, his eyes rolling. "Oh, jeez!"

Liz felt him go limp, begin to collapse. She caught him, hugged him against her, and guided him to the floor. Carmen assisted her, helping to stretch the dizzy boy out on the carpet.

Carmen's babbling was like background music. Much louder than Carmen's words, she heard Glen's heavy panting breaths, his delirious mutterings.

Liz straddled the boy's skinny hips. She reached down between her legs for his cock. His cock was hot as a hotdog on a grill. His prick was so stiff that his cockhead seemed permanently glued to the teen's belly, pointing forever upward at his chin. Liz closed her hand around his prick, feeling his cockshaft jerk in her palm, feeling his prick throb. She bent his cock up toward her hungry cunt. Like bending a spike, she thought.

Glen rolled his head on the carpet. Blue veins stood out on his neck. His skinny asscheeks flexed, his loins humped. He muttered, out of his head with lust, "Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man!"

Liz lowered her open cunt until Glen's acorn hard prickhead nestled between her spread pussy slabs. Immediately, Liz felt warm cuntjuice stream down over her hand and over the teen's cock. She massaged his firm balls, slippery with her pussyjuice.

"Ohhh, wowwwwww!" Glen moaned.

"Uhhhh!" Liz said, feeling his hot prick fill her cunt. The teen might only be a teenager but his cock was as big and exciting as any man's, and Liz's cunt quivered throughout with warm tingles.

Carmen squealed as if she herself had been the one to sit down on the teen's stiff cock. She slid up next to the teen and petted his twisting head. "Like it, angel? Like the feel of a hot cunt?"

"Mmmmm!" the teen said, squirming under Liz, trying to hump up at her though she was sitting on him with all her weight.