Seven Days Of Sin

(v)

(v)Carla stopped at the foot of the bed and turned to face the boys, delighted to see the need in their eyes.

“I’m just about naked,” Carla said.

She folded her arms, smirking.

Added: “Well, except for my stockings and bra.”

She thrust her chin at André.

Said: “How come you guys are dressed?”

Carla examined her own frontage and then looked at Jordan.

She asked: “You like my shoes?”

Jordan nodded, cheeks ballooning through a long, appreciative sigh.

“Hot,” he said.

Carla looked towards the door. She saw the neighbor lurking, furtive in demeanor.

She ignored him, going to André, heels giving almost enough height as she moved in to press her body against his front, tilting her face for a kiss.

André’s tongue invaded Carla’s mouth, arousal rushing in a tsunami wave of desire. She felt someone squeeze her buttocks, fingers moving between her legs, the expeditionary digits at her p***y.

Carla shifted her feet and angled her hips to facilitate access.

“Mrs. J … f**k, this is a wet p***y,” Jordan muttered.

Carla broke away from kissing André.

She looked at Jordan.

“I’m so f*****g horny. I’ve been thinking about this for two days,” Carla gasped.

She kissed Jordan, moaning as she squirmed, both boys grabbing her naked flesh.

Carla alternated between the boys, kissing, moaning, libido thrumming, their hands all over Carla’s intimate places.

Impatient for it, Carla stepped back.

She tugged at André’s tee-shirt.

“Take it off,” she gasped.

André was yanking the shirt over his head as Carla went into a squat.

She pulled at his shorts, yelping delight when the long black c**k sprang up, already erect, the dome swollen and purple.

“Oh Jesus,” Carla mumbled.

Her fingers curled around the girth, forefinger and thumb barely able to encircle its size, excitement surging.

Carla stroked the length, her free hand busy at her c**t.

She was greedy for the c**k, desperate to f**k.

“Hey, Mrs. J,” Jordan put in.

Carla turned.

His erection brushed her cheek.

Carla looked at the boy, saw him staring, expression intense.

Jordan asked: “You gonna suck it?”

Carla blurted a laugh, fingers busy on her bean before she worked her hands over both c***s, her focus on the size and color, the dense mass of sheer maleness setting the urges running wild within.

“Boys, we’re going to do it all,” Carla gasped.

She glommed at Jordan, sucking the dome before she swapped over to slurp at André’s size, the thrill of cheating with two good-looking boys a hot coal in the pit of her stomach.

“Today I want you to use me,” Carla moaned.

She looked at their faces, hands jacking the c***s.

Carla licked one big bulb, teasing its owner with her eyes and a grin before she did the same to the other swollen cockhead.

Carla paused, thrilled at the nastiness of it.

She looked at the boys.

Gasped out: “My husband’s only been gone a couple of hours. I’ve been going crazy waiting for this. Today, now, I just want you two to use my p***y like you’re j*********f. I’m your slut.”

“Holy-f*****g-s**t,” the neighbor muttered.

“f**k my cheating p***y. Call me names. Treat me bad,” Carla groaned.

The need was on her, p***y squeezing, anticipation swelling.

She went back to sucking André, cheeks concave while Jordan stripped naked. Then Carla used her skills to deepthroat Jordan’s size, practice with the big suction-cup dildo paying off as she gulped the thing into her gullet while André got out of his clothes.

After that, following a long, appreciative look at the boys, with Jordan shorter than André but wider and deeper in the chest, Carla got busy by making them stand side-by-side while she sat on the foot of the bed.

Carla jacked both c***s, taking turns at swallowing them whole, balls up to her chin, rump squirming against the bed as Carla tried to get friction on her p***y.

Excitement surged.

Carla gasped and moaned, desperate for pressure against her c**t. She mumbled potty-mouthed filth and depravity, saw the neighbor watching when she threw a look towards the door, focus going to Jordan.

“Please kiss my p***y,” Carla muttered.

Jordan grinned, nodding, expression showing lupine need as he cranked a hand over his size.

“Show it,” Jordan said.

Carla whimpered, wild with need, scooting backwards over the bed.

She found a pillow and wedged it against the headboard, shoulders resting, torso inclined, thighs going wide.

“Uh-huh, I’ma gonna lick that b***h into a coma,” Jordan growled.

“Oh Jesus, oh f**k,” Carla sobbed.

Her fingers stirred her vulva, three digits in up to the knuckle, insides tight around her fingers, muscles trained from years of holding Kegel balls inside—sometimes during her former workaday routine counseling first-year college students, the balls within a clandestine thrill.

Carla worked her p***y, rubbing the place that made her squirm and want to pee.

She pulled her fingers free, p***y sucking the digits.

Carla showed off her fingers, choice of her left hand intentional. She wanted them to see her rings, fingers buttery with lust before she offered them up.

André moved in to lick the essence, Jordan going down between Carla’s legs.

“Mrs. J sure keeps the p***y neat,” Jordan said.

He grinned at Carla and then threw a look to André.

“Cute fluff, sweet lips,” Jordan sighed.

Carla gasped and held her labia splayed, exhibiting her scarlet core and tight, swollen bean.

“Just f*****g lick it,” she snarled.

“Go ‘head, J,” André put in.

André was moving onto the bed, shifting to kneel alongside Carla so she could suck his c**k.

He said: “Kiss that MILF slut right there. You know that’s prime white-b***h p***y. She’s hot for us, boy.”

Sensations exploded when Jordan’s tongue slid over Carla’s c**t.

She grunted and moaned, body in spasm, the tongue squirming in deep.

“God, yes, that’s just f*****g perfect,” Carla moaned.

Then she spluttered and mumbled as André fed her his c**k.

It went on for a couple of minutes.

Jordan licked and lapped at the p***y.

He sucked at her c**t before using two fingers inside.

Carla slobbered and moaned and made a fuss of the c**k in front of her face as a third finger slipped into her opening. She sucked André, Jordan finger-banging her p***y, catching a glimpse of the neighbor, his face slack with awe as he gazed into the room.

Carla hit her c****x, juddering and gasping, fingers clawing at the bed while André painted her face with the big, slippery dome.

He muttered: “You just love that big ol’ black-f*****g-d**k, don’t you, Mrs. J?”

Carla’s o****m was cooling. She was sucking in deep gulps of air, eyes flashing need.

She gasped: “I’m an inclusive slut. My p***y doesn’t discriminate. I just want you young. Eighteen to twenty-two works fine, Color doesn’t mean anything much. It’s your attitude and the size of your d**k that works on me.”

Jordan stared and went up to his knees.

Carla saw he was stroking his size.

“Put that in. f**k me,” she said.