Seven Days Of Sin

(vi)

(vi)Carla groaned, the girth stretching her out, the long shaft going in slow as she looked at Jordan feeding his d**k into her p***y.

Jordan was kneeling, expression intent, one hand on his c**k, the other on Carla’s knee while she had her chin on her chest, legs folded, attention set on where her body was accepting each inch as Jordan eased it in slow.

The dangling balls nudged the crease in Carla’s butt.

“Baby, I’ve got all that inside me,” she breathed.

Jordan gasped and groaned, nodding during the pause, the entire length inside.

His hands moved over Carla’s body, long fingers squeezing her breasts.

He teased her n*****s.

Carla watched Jordan’s face, saw him smile, pleasure flashing in his eyes.

“Tight as I remember, Mrs. J,” Jordan said.

“Then use it,” Carla muttered.

The heat was on her. Carla started to shunt her pelvis, desperate to rut onto the c**k.

“f**k me,” Carla went on.

She looked at Jordan, held his gaze for a few seconds, then switched her attention to André standing next to the bed.

“You be ready to go when I need you,” Carla said.

She moved her hips, feeling the pleasure of a c**k working within as Jordan moved down onto straight arms, c**k working in-and-out while Carla stared at André.

Carla added: “He’s going to use me. I want him to f**k me hard and deep, but he’s going to want to come way before I’m even halfway there…”

She paused while André nodded, gazing at her, hand on his d**k as he caressed his own length.

“Uh-huh, yeah, Mrs. J,” André muttered.

Carla watched André’s face go slack, eyes glazing over.

“Don’t jerk it too much. I want you to be ready to go at me in doggy. Don’t f*****g come,” she snarled.

André blinked, gulped, and let go of his d**k, Jordan’s length working Carla’s p***y, her body squelching around the girth.

Carla looked at Jordan, saw his face twisted with effort, arms bunching and flexing, ribbed stomach slap-thwacking down against her body with thick, meaty whacks, teeth bared in a silent snarl.

“Yes, baby,” Carla moaned.

She fingered her c**t, sending tingles through the bean and, as Carla teased herself, she shoved up to meet Jordan on the downward stroke, the cockhead probing deep.

“Uh, you’re at my cervix,” Carla sobbed.

She was getting frantic, chasing the joy, head full of delight.

“Two boys at the same time … No condom,” she groaned.

Jordan was f*****g, action robust.

“Use me, bareback,” Carla grunted.

She phrased it all with one reaction in mind, loaded comments designed for a particular response.

It was André who picked up on what Carla was saying.

Carla was grunting, delight a sweet rush while Jordan’s big c**k kept drilling her p***y.

André moved onto the bed and presented his d**k.

He muttered: “Yeah, that’s right, Mrs. J. You’re taking my bro all bareback. That guy there is gonna f**k a baby right into that pussy.”

Lust exploded Carla heard it. It was nasty and wrong, a perversion to set her p***y clenching as joy surged within.

“Uh-huh, more. Tell me more about that,” Carla urged.

She was f*****g up against Jordan as she shoved over to open her mouth for André’s c**k.

Her lips pursed over the bulb, one hand massaging André down near his balls, the other busy at her own vulva.

“Yeah, okay, say he busts inside you? Say he f***s your white-b***h p***y and puts a baby into that belly,” André growled.

“Oh God,” Carla gasped.

She rubbed the bean, moans and groans bubbling forth as her c****x loomed.

The nastiness in it brought the slavering beast rushing at Carla.

Her c****x came out of nowhere, grabbing hold as Carla pictured her stomach swollen with child, her husband a cuckold, the baby within evidence she was a cheat.

It was all fantasy.

Carla knew she was safe, pregnancy a medical impossibility.

It was just the idea of it that worked on Carla.

It was wrong— like cheating with boys less than half her age, boys younger than her own sons.

It was slutty, sordid, everything wicked.

But Carla loved it all.

The sweet anguish of anticipation as she got ready for a date.

Dressing-up for s*x.

The excitement of spotting new potential in a shy first-year, a gamer at the mall, or a player at the club.

It was skaters.

Students.

The young, good-looking pizza guy who got a flash of p***y or boob.

It was in the seduction.

Younger men with good manners who treated Carla with respect.

It was the expression she saw on their faces when she decloaked to show them who she was and what she could be.

It was the cheating.

Sweet, dark deceit.

“Uh-huh, yes, f**k a baby into me, please,” Carla sobbed.

Then the judders took her away.