"That's what I need, the real thing – your nice big prick!" she whispered, wiggling her ass and snuggling her itchy cunt at his prick-lump. "And lots of it!"
Dancing with him at the supper club had been just heaven. She was overjoyed to be away from Potter, away from Steve for a while. He and Toni were going somewhere with Sally Smith and Henry Walton. The gap between she and Steve was widening. He seemed immature compared with sophisticated Carl Nash. Oh, she would always like Steve as a brother, the way a sister should, but she was cured of her evil thoughts of him. For good!
Moments later she was naked and in bed with Carl. The lights were turned down, but not too low. Music floated from a bedside radio, she was sprawled out at his left, her thighs opened, her juicy, tingling cunt tilted up for his hand!
"All recovered from last evening, sweet?" he murmured, kissing her throat, his lips working slowly toward her nearest breast.
"Oh, yes!" she giggled. "I slept till noon. Shame on you for making me cum so many times!"
"How many?" he asked, teasingly, his right hand sliding down her belly.
"I lost count, honey!" she breathed. "Must have been nine or ten, at least!"
"Fifteen, counting doubles," he chuckled. "Terrific."
"Ohhh, no!" she exclaimed, reaching for his swelling, already leaking prick. "And you only went off once…"
"Man, but that was a ringer," he said, pressing her tingling cunt with purpose. His fingers went lower to her anus. She arched her ass higher and shivered.
He wants in there tonight and I need that, too! she thought.
"Ohhhh, it sure was!" she breathed. "Wow!"
"Tonight I want this, okay?" he murmured, pushing a finger slowly into her anal passage. It tightened voluptuously. Sweet thrills ran through her loins, her juicy cunt began to flutter.
"Yes, yes, honey!" she breathed, hunching his finger deeper. "Just screw me every way there is!"
"First I'm going to show you how good a bed can be, over a blanket," he chuckled.
Before long she knew, too! He was above her, his big prick was in her snug, hot cunt and his knees and arms were making the resilient mattress do the work of bringing her juiced, opened, prick-filled pussy up against his nuts. It was amazing! He bounced the mattress and her ass just flew!
She did not have to worry about up-hunching this time! He was in control, his big knob was reaching the core of her cunt, her womb opening, and every time the little virginal aperture was spreading more! He was going to skin his knob up in her cervix if he kept on going!
Oh, there is one place in me that my brother didn't get, and Carl is going to make it! I know it happens in primitive tribes, where the men have real long pricks! They squeeze the knob away up in the womb opening and squirt a load where it really counts. But I'm safe. I'll have all the wild sensation without getting knocked up. I want to be his bed-bunny for years before we start thinking about kids…
"I love it!" she panted, feeling his cock tense and swell in her cunt.
He pumped the bed again, and her pussy-mouth slapped juicily at his nuts. He was going in bursts, pausing in between, then fucking her cunt again, again and again!
That afternoon she had taken her dark glasses, the mark of her deception, and placed them in a frame on her bedroom wall. They had led her to her husband. Carl had "cured" her vision AND her awful incestuous cravings, he was the most wonderful specialist in the whole world! A pussy expert, an anal expert, and she was going to cum so many times for him she would set a new all-time record…
This time I want his cream up in my ass, she thought dreamily. And he knows it! Ohhhhh, I'm cumming! The bed is going faster, faster…