"Oh God, ohhhh God!" she gasped. "Oh Brian, Brian, please, please, before you fuck me, please do something for me. Unngghhh! Oh Jesus, you're so good! Please… uh! Ohhhh! Please do something for me? Will you? Please, will you?"
Brian was so busy devouring her naked body that he hardly heard her. All he wanted to do was plunge his prick deep into her flooding pussy and spout about a gallon of boiling cum into her. But she kept begging him. Her words were almost incoherent as desire engulfed her writhing body.
"What?" he panted. He scooped her resilient breasts up in his hands, making the nipples swell with blood and point before he sucked them again so sharply that she squealed with joy. "What, what do you want me to do?"
Carla tossed her head. She arched her back and thrust her breasts up into his mouth, whimpering and speaking in deep throaty gasps. "Spank me," she whispered, clawing his shoulders.
"What?" Brian said. He glanced up from her rubbery wet nipples to her pleasure-contorted face.
"Please? Oh please, Brian. Do it to me before you fuck me. It just drives me crazy!"
I can imagine, he thought. "Ill bet," he said, plucking her taut nipples again with his lips.
"Please, Brian, pleeease! I'll do anything for you. Anything!"
"Carla, that's nuts," he said.
"I know, I know," she whimpered again. "But I can't help myself. I just love it!"
Brian shook his head. "I can't do that. It's just sick."
He couldn't deny that he would like to do it. It sounded exciting. He stroked her luscious body, making her writhe and twist with wanton delight.
"I know it is," she moaned. "I know it. But I need it. I need it! It makes me come!"
But before he knew quite what was happening, Carla had squirmed out from under him and turned stomach-down on the floor. The twin pale moons of her delectable ass rose up and quivered as if to invite his smacking hand. She was panting, squirming tier sopping-wet cunt into the rug and twitching her beautiful ass at him. She was almost insane with the excitement of her own request.
"Oh, I can come," she panted, her eyes pleading with him. "It just makes me die of coming, that's all. It's Heaven. Let's talk about it afterward. Just do it to me now. Pleeeese, Brian!"
She did have a beautiful ass, Brian noticed. How many men had spanked this lovely ass before him? Did she really come from it? She seemed so aroused by the prospect that it was almost frightening. She was moaning deep in her throat. She squirmed her ass at him, and when he stroked it lightly with one hand her whole body fluttered with uncontrollable spasms.
But Brian shook his head. I've never done anything like that, he thought. That… kinky. Not that I wouldn't. But I have to work up to it. This is the first time we're done it, Carla dear. Five'll get you ten that if I smack your beautiful fanny just twice my poor old tool here is liable to squid all over your backside instead of inside your hot little pussy. Where I'm going to put it right now.
Instead of trying to turn her onto her back again, he pushed apart her thighs and got between them. He put one hand on each firm globe of her ass and gave them a tight squeeze, just to deliver a little of what she required. Then he lodged the head of his cock in the dripping blossom of her cunt and slid it in.
"Aaoowwwwnnnnnn!" Carla cried out.
If she was disappointed that he had refused to spank her, she didn't show it. Instead she hunched her knees up slightly on the floor for leverage and tilted her pussy up to him. She ground it back into his lunging prick.
"Ummmmmm… ummmmmm," she hummed, gyrating her pelvis in rhythm with his thrusts, bucking her ass back into him.
He fucked her easily, smoothly, enjoying the pinching sensations her tight slippery cunt gave to his sliding cock. But he was surprised how passionless he felt. I should have spanked her, he thought. Like she asked. It would have been wild.
But Carla made up in lust for both of them. She gasped and panted, writhing and twisting beneath him, moaning.
"Ohhhh, it's good… oh Brian, please… please squeeze my ass! Please do it to me, dig your fingers into me! Pinch my ass, hard, please!"
And so he did. He ran his hands over the smooth skin of her naked lower back. Then he dropped, them to the high round cheeks of her ass, digging his fingers into the spongy flesh gently at first. Immediately she began to wheeze and shake uncontrollably. Her urgency whipped up Brian's desire. He rammed his cock into her, sinking it deep in her buttery quim, digging his fingers viciously into her asscheeks.
Almost instantly Carla squealed and coughed and began to come. "Ugghh…! Ummmmmm… aaiieeeeee!" she wailed.
The rapid spasms of her pussy milked Brian's plunging cock. He threw himself forward onto her back, grabbing her shoulders and jabbing deep into her. He groaned as the hot rockets of jism squirted from him. He crammed and split her with his coming prick, feeling her body shudder and thrash under him.
Finally he lay panting on her back while Carla still wriggled and writhed with pleasure under him. When be lifted himself up and pulled his cock out of her steamy wet trench, she turned and gazed up at him.
"I'm sorry I asked you to do that," she whispered bashfully.
"Why should you be sorry?"
"I could tell it bothered you."
Brian shrugged. "It's just… I've never been asked to do anything like that before."
"I guess I'm just… weird." Carla shivered with embarrassment.
"Weird and wonderful," Brian grinned.
"You think so?" She smiled happily.
"I have a confession to make. After we really got into it, I kept wishing I had done what you wanted."
"Really?"
He nodded, glancing at her tempting bare ass again.
"We could do it again," she murmured sexily. She glanced at his limp cock. "I mean, you could spank me and fuck me with your hand until it gets hard again. I don't want to stop."
Slowly Brian shook his head. "I think we've already pressed our luck a little far, don't you? The door isn't even locked. What if somebody had come in?"
Carla blushed. "I would have died of shame."
Brian found it hard to believe her. She had screamed like a banshee when her climax caught her. He helped her up and they began to dress.
"How about after work?" Carla murmured seductively. "You could tie me up and then spank me and fuck me any way you want. Jesus, it drives me crazy!"
Brian grinned. "I know. You told me." He still thought it was sick. But the words in her mouth excited him so much that already he could feel his prick swelling again.
"You aren't going to tell me you wouldn't like to do that?" she whispered coyly.
"No, I guess I'm not."
"Good. Then it's a date?"
"Not tonight, I'm afraid. I've got relatives in town." The thought of fucking Kathi again entered his mind. He was really beginning to feel like a stud. "But maybe in a day or two."
Carla smiled and kissed him. "Believe me, Brian, you won't regret it," she breathed into his teeth. "You won't think it's so weird after you've done it once."
"Maybe that's what I'm afraid of," he chuckled.
"Don't be," she breathed again. "I'm burning up for you."
CHAPTER FOUR
The second night Kathi lay very still on the sofa in the living room, waiting to see if Brian and Ann would fuck again. She felt just as guilty about eavesdropping as she had the night before. But she couldn't help listening.
She didn't touch herself, though. Enough of that, she thought. At least not until I absolutely have to. But if they do fuck, I might not be able to stand it. I can't believe the way the sound of Ann coming got to me last night. I know it's related to that feeling I had when I saw her naked. I hate to think about that, but it's true. Somehow I think I was imagining her coming like that when the two of us were… together. But my God, that's so awful! I can't let myself think about it again!