Pleasant Street
Copyright© 2026 by D.C. Roi
Chapter 7: What Are Friends For?
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7: What Are Friends For? - In a quiet suburban neighborhood, ordinary residents secretly indulge in steamy affairs, forbidden seductions, and passionate encounters with neighbors, older women, and old flames.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Vignettes Cheating Sharing Wife Watching Incest Brother Sister Light Bond Rough Group Sex Swinging Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism Babysitter Big Breasts Clergy Foot Fetish Public Sex Teacher/Student Nudism
Mel Blake and his wife Carla have lived on Pleasant Street for a long time. Mel’s best friend, Bert Hicks, doesn’t live on Pleasant Street, but he’s there a lot, visiting Mel. In fact, it looks like he’s just pulled into Mel’s driveway.
Bert forgot that Mel is away for the weekend. His wife isn’t home and he’s at loose ends. Sometimes when people are at loose ends, they wind up doing things they don’t usually do. Is it possible something’s going to happen here? I know what I think might happen, don’t you? I think the following story tells the tale.
An insistent knocking sound awakened Carla Morris. She sat up in bed and as she did, the covers slid down, exposing a pair of breasts that would have caused envy in girls many years younger than Carla. She got up, slipped on a fluffy robe and headed to the kitchen to answer the door. She glanced at the clock as she left the bedroom, startled to find it was ten o’clock. She hardly ever slept that late.
Bert Hicks watched his best friend’s wife approach through the window in the back door. Judging from her disheveled appearance, he guessed she’d just gotten out of bed. The way her breasts bobbed under the robe as she walked, he was sure she wore nothing under it and that realization caused feelings in him he hadn’t expected.
“Is Mel around?” he asked when Carla opened the door. He tried to force the lascivious thoughts he was having from his mind. After all, Carla’s husband was his best friend.
“No,” Carla replied. “He’s gone out to the coast for a seminar. Didn’t you know?”
“I guess I forgot,” Bert replied sheepishly. “I think I remember his saying something about it. I’m sorry I woke you up.”
“That’s OK,” Carla said. “I should have been up long ago. Want some coffee?”
“Sounds good,” Bert said. He found himself not wanting to leave.
Carla started for the counter to put the coffee on and Bert walked into the house and sat down at the kitchen table.
“What’s Laura up to today?” Carla asked as she measured coffee into the pot.
“She’s visiting her folks for the weekend,” Bert told her. “That’s why I stopped by. I thought Mel might have time to give me a hand with some stuff.”
“Sorry,” Carla said.
“Not your fault,” he said. “I’m the one forgot he was going to the coast.”
It didn’t take long for the coffee to perk. Carla poured two cups and looked at Bert. “Cream and sugar?” she asked.
“Black,” he replied.
“Want a donut or something to go with it?” Carla asked.
“Sure,” Bert replied.
Carla got some donuts out of her bread saver and the two of them sat at the table, drinking coffee and munching. They both were aware of a tension between them neither of them had felt before and didn’t understand it.
“What are you going to do all week with Mel gone?” he asked.
“I don’t know, mostly get some chores done, I guess,” Carla replied.
“Yeah, me, too,” Bert said, aware that, for some reason, their conversation stiff and formal.
“Well...” he said, pushing himself away from the table. “Guess I ought to get going. Got stuff to do.” He started for the door.
“While you’re here,” Carla said, “there are some things I could use a man’s help with. Would you mind?”
“Take that robe off and I’ll show you what I can do!” The sudden thought startled Bert and he forced it from his mind. “What’s the matter with me?” he thought. “Hey, what are friends for?” he told her. “I’ll be only too glad to assist you, dear lady. Your wish is my command.”
“There are some things in the den I need taken upstairs to the attic,” Carla said. “You sure you don’t mind?”
“Heck, no,” Bert said. “I’ve got nothing better to do, and the company here is more pleasurable than what I have at home ... being alone and all.”
Carla felt herself blushing and didn’t understand why. Maybe it was because she wasn’t used to compliments. Mel never complimented her. “Ah, would you like more coffee?” she asked.
“Sure,” Bert replied.
Carla picked up the cups and started for the counter. On the way her foot caught on a throw rug and she tripped and fell. The cups went flying from her hand and shattered on the floor as she went down with a “Thud!”
Bert was quickly at her side, kneeling over her, his face reflecting concern. He helped her to a sitting position, his arm around her.
“Carla, are you all right?” he asked, sounding concerned.
Carla was more embarrassed than hurt. She made a waving motion with her hand. “I’m ... I’m fine,” she said. “My dignity is hurt more than anything else.” She looked into Bert’s concerned eyes and felt his arm holding her. It felt good; better than she’d expected it to, better than it ought to.
Without either of them planning it, their heads moved closer and; softly, tentatively, their lips met. Unexpected feelings blossomed in both of them and the kiss deepened.
Their tongues probed, searched, sought, then entwined as warmth grew into fire. Carla turned against Bert, her arms wrapping around him and his embrace tightened about her. Finally, breathless, they pulled back and looked at each other.
“What ... what are we ... doing?” Carla panted, her body trembling in Bert’s arms.
“I’m ... I’m not sure,” Bert stammered. His hand moved to her face and stroked it lightly. Then his caress moved down her neck to the bare expanse of her chest.
“Bert ... please ... we ... we shouldn’t!” Carla murmured. But her protest was weak and she didn’t move, didn’t make any effort to stop him. Exhilaration filled her and goose bumps pebbled her skin as she experienced a level of excitement she hadn’t known in years. She had no idea what had come over her, but she did know they had to stop, here and now, before they did something they’d both be sorry for.
Bert’s touch felt so good! Maybe, if she waited another minute, he’d realize how wrong this was and stop.
Bert was shaking almost as hard as Carla. He’d occasionally fantasized about making love with her, but never dreamed he’d have the opportunity. He slid his hand inside the fluffy robe, onto the upper slope of her breast. His hand searched for, and found, an erecting nipple.
Carla felt his hand move and wanted to stop him, but before she could, his hand found her nipple. Exhilaration shot through her and her back arched, pressing the warm globe against his hand. Her breasts, though small, were very sensitive and, unknowingly, Bert had done the one thing that made it impossible for her to stop him. Thrills began to overwhelm Carla.
“Ohh!” she moaned as overpowering sensations of ecstasy robbed her of strength. She wanted him to touch her and, she realized, wanted him to do more than that! At the same time, she silently cursed herself for her weakness. “We ... we shouldn’t be doing this,” she moaned. “It ... it’s wrong!”
Bert didn’t seem to hear. His hands undid the belt of her robe and bared her body.
“Bert ... please...”Carla groaned. She put her hands weakly on Bert’s arms as he cupped her breasts, lifting them, his thumbs teasing the protruding tips to scintillating, tingling, life. She knew she should push his hands away, but had no strength in her arms with which to do it.
Bert would have liked to have gotten off the kitchen floor, but sensed that if he broke the spell by talking, all this would end. Instead, he bent and sucked one of Carla’s rigid nipples into his mouth.
“Ohh!” Carla groaned. “My God! Bert! Oh, Bert! Please!” She shook uncontrollably, her body filled with exquisite sensation, suffused with tremendous need. His lips moved from one nipple to the other, then back. Carla almost swooned. Her breasts had always been so sensitive!
“Please!” she begged. “Not ... not here. Let’s ... let’s go in the bedroom.” She’d done it! She had committed herself to making love with another man for the first time since her marriage! Even though she knew it was wrong, all she could think of was how badly she wanted him! They got to their feet and Bert took Carla’s hand and led her down the hallway to the bedroom she had until then only shared with her husband.
Excited to a degree he wouldn’t have believed possible, Bert unbuttoned his shirt as they went. Then, standing in front of the rumpled king-sized bed, he watched as Carla turned and took off her robe.
“My God!” Bert whispered. “You’re gorgeous!”
Carla felt herself blush. She had never regarded herself as beautiful. Her body, at 5’8”, 135 pounds, was very good, and except for a few faint stretch marks, there was no evidence she’d borne two children. Her black, curly hair showed traces of gray, but the luxuriant black furze at her groin showed no trace of it. Her face was young looking and pretty.
Carla had no idea how attractive she was. “You ... you really think so?” Carla whispered, surprised by his praise. She thought his wife Audrey was prettier than she was. Having a man other than her husband look at her with unabashed delight made her feel warm all over.
“I know so!” Bert exclaimed as he removed the rest of his clothes and took her in his arms.
As Carla came against him, the rigid tips of her breasts pressed into the warm skin of Bert’s chest. Their lips met, tongues entwined, and she felt an even greater rush of excitement as his swollen penis prodded her belly. His hands cupped her buttocks, pulling her tighter against him.
The kiss over, Carla lay down on the bed and held her arms out to Bert. “Please, Bert ... I ... I need you...” she murmured.
Bert got on the bed, moved between her legs, and felt the tip of his erection brush her vagina. As it did, he saw a tremor go through her body.
“You’re wet!” he murmured.
“Now!” Carla pleaded. “Please...” She couldn’t wait, she needed to have him in her! If she had time to think, she might stop and she didn’t really want to! She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this excited! She didn’t want to talk; she wanted him in her!
Bert pressed forward and her heat and moistness engulfed him, shooting thrills into his enflamed body. “So tight...” he groaned.
“Please...” Carla groaned. Ecstasy coursed through her. This might be wrong, but it felt so good! Bert was filling her; it felt like his ... he was bigger than Mel, but at the same time his actions were gentler than Mel’s had ever been!
Bert couldn’t wait! Once he buried his organ in her, he began to drive powerfully, his orgasm coming closer and closer. He held himself up away from her, arms outstretched, watching the way her breasts bobbed and shook as his thrusting rocked her body. Her hips drove up to meet his as she responded. Then, without warning, he felt the walls of her vagina begin to ripple on his invading member.
“Aww! Yeah! Yeah!” he cried, exploding powerfully; filling her with geysers of his molten cream.
The splattering of his hot juices against her insides sent Carla into orbit. “Oh! Yes! Yes!” she cried as an orgasm raced through her like a runaway train.
Their bodies bucked and strained, wringing every last bit of pleasure attainable from their passionate coupling, then Bert collapsed atop the lovely, spent body of his friend’s wife. He lay there a second, then rolled off beside her.
“My God!” Bert gasped, “That was incredible!”
Carla rolled over and kissed him softly. “It was, wasn’t it?” she murmured.
“I-I’ve always wondered what making love with you would be like,” Bert said. “For once, reality exceeded fantasy.”
“I’m glad,” Carla whispered. She snuggled against him, pleased to learn he’d thought about making love to her even though his wife was very pretty.
They lay in each other’s arms, enjoying the warmth of companionship, not for a second thinking about the consequences of what they’d just done.
“You know,” Bert said at last, “My car’s out front. If I stick around much longer, people might wonder what’s going on.”
Carla knew he was right, but didn’t want him to leave. Not yet. What they’d shared only made her want more. “I don’t want you to go yet,” she said softly, her finger tracing his lips.
“I don’t want to leave, either,” Bert said. “Maybe there’s some way to work this out.”
“Yes,” Carla said. “I need for you to stay.”
“Lust must be making me creative,” Bert said, after a period of thought. “I have an idea.” He explained it to Carla and she agreed. They got up, dressed, and left for a nearby commuter parking lot.
Carla followed Bert in Mel’s van. When they arrived, Bert parked his car and she pulled in next to it, hiding it from the road. Bert opened the side door and jumped in the van.
“Now nobody can see me coming back with you,” he said.
The van had no windows in the rear and Bert stayed low until Carla was out of the lot. Then he slid up between the seats, his back to the engine cover, looking up at her. He began stroking her leg, pushing up the sweat pants she was wearing.
“You nut!” Carla exclaimed, glancing down at him as she drove. His caresses were making her crazy with desire again.
“You like that, don’t you?” Bert asked, grinning.
“Yes!” Carla replied.
“You’ll probably like this, too,” he said. His hand slid under her sweatshirt and cupped a breast.
“Bert!” Carla exclaimed. Wild sensations threatened to overwhelm her as he hefted and squeezed the hyper-sensitive globe of flesh. “How ... how ... Ah! ... how am I supposed to drive?”
“Carefully,” Bert said as he continued to drive her wild. “Do you always go out without a bra?”
“Unh! No!” Carla replied, shaking. “You’re making me crazy!” Excitement crackled along her nerves like electric currents. She’d left her underwear off because she was in a hurry and wanted to get back to the house as soon as possible. She felt terribly wanton and didn’t care! She had a chance for excitement and she was going to take it!
Bert’s insistent attention to her breasts and the fact it was occurring in broad daylight as she drove through town soon had her aroused to the point of distraction. It was all she could do to keep the van under control. As they rolled along, the crotch of her sweatpants began to dampen with the oozing juices of passion.
“I never get wet any more when Mel and I make love,” she thought.
Not quite sure how she got there, Carla finally turned into their driveway, drove directly into the garage, and pressed the button to make the garage door close. She took a deep breath and turned to face Bert who, she discovered, was totally naked! He lay on the floor, his erection standing up like a thick, red, purple-tipped flagpole.
Quickly Carla stripped off her sweat pants and knelt over him. Guiding his shaft with her hand, she lowered herself on him, experiencing sublime joy as the swollen pole entered, stretched and filled her.
Bert lay on the carpeted floor of the van, enjoying the delightful view as she disrobed and mounted him. When Carla first sank down on him he almost came, but somehow he managed to control himself. As she began to work her hips on him, his hands slid under her sweatshirt onto those glorious breasts. She was riding him now, almost frenzied, her face a mask of lust.
“Can’t ... wait! Aw! Can’t ... wait!” she cried out as fantastic explosions of bliss rocked her body. “Agghh! Oh, Jesus! I’m ... I’m coming! Yes! I’m coming! Bert! Oh, God! Bert!”
“Unnhh! Unn!” Bert groaned in reply as her rapidly moving hips and clasping cunt sucked his juices from him.
Spent, Carla collapsed on Bert and, sated, they lay on the floor of the van for quite a while. Neither of them had enough energy left to get up and go into the house.
Carla stirred first, getting off him and moving back to the driver’s seat. Bert got up, too, and knelt between the seats to kiss her.
“Would you like some lunch?” Carla asked. She realized she was terribly hungry.
“Sure,” Bert replied.
Carla picked up her sweatpants and started to slip them on. Bert put his hand on hers. “We don’t need clothes, do we?” he said.
His suggestion fascinated and excited Carla. “Ah ... I guess not,” she responded.
Carrying their clothes, they climbed out of the van and went quickly through the breezeway that connected the garage to the house. Inside, they fell into each other’s arms, giggling like teenagers who’d just gotten away with a prank.
“This is crazy, you know that?” Carla said, kissing Bert on the cheek.
“Yeah, but you got to admit it’s fun,” Bert replied. He squeezed one of her buttocks playfully. “How about lunch, woman, I’m hungry.”
Carla pulled off her sweatshirt and put on an apron. It felt strange, being nude in front of Bert. In spite of that, she put together a light lunch and they both ate, not saying much. Carla was very aware of how Bert kept staring at her breasts, though, and loved the attention, even though it disconcerted her.
“You have the most incredibly beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen,” he said.
Carla felt herself blush. His comments about her body were both flattering and disconcerting.
Bert stood up and began to gather the dishes. He carried them over and put them in the dishwasher. As he did, it was Carla’s turn to notice things. His penis, so large and thick when he was turned on, was small and shriveled when he wasn’t.
Carla walked over to the counter and put her arms around him, pressing against him from behind. “You don’t have to do the dishes,” she said, kissing his neck.
“Hey...” Bert said and turned in her arms. “We don’t want to leave a mess, do we?” He grasped her waist, picked her up, turned, and set her on the counter.
“What are you doing?” Carla asked, stunned. Now what was he up to?
“Having dessert,” Bert told her. He stripped her apron off and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Carla felt a flood of exhilaration and tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him on.
Bert suckled her nipples so long and well that Carla thought she might come just from that. Her bottom squirmed on the smooth surface of the counter and she felt his hands clasp her hips. She didn’t know what to expect next.
Then... “Oh! Bert!” she groaned. His lips trailed off her breasts and down across her stomach. Next thing she knew, his head was buried in her crotch and his tongue was lashing passion’s fires into every particle of her being. And she was loving it! She leaned back on outstretched arms, thrusting her cunt against his mouth.
“My God! Bert! Oh!” Carla groaned, her hips beginning to go out of control.
Bert found her clit, licked it, felt her jolt with excitement when he did, then sucked it into his mouth, unprepared for what happened when he did.
“Yeah! Bert! Oh!” Carla wailed. She was sure her body would implode. She had no idea she could feel like this! Bert’s tongue continued to work and fireworks of joy kept going inside her. “Yes! Oh, God! Yes!” she cried, clutching his head.
It took a while for Carla to get herself under control after the sudden, delightful surprise Bert gave her. While she calmed, he held her against him, caressing her back softly, tenderly.
“You all right?” he asked.
“Oh yes, yes!” Carla replied. She kissed him avidly.
Sitting on the counter, Bert holding her, Carla knew this would probably be just what it seemed, a weekend fling. She had no intention of leaving Mel, nor did she expect Bert to leave Audrey. It didn’t matter. While he was here, she planned to get the most out of it.
“Let me down.” she said and kissed him on the cheek.
“All right,” Bert responded. He cupped her bottom and lowered her to the floor. “Now what?”
“I...” Carla found it hard to speak. “I-I want to do something I-I’ve never done before.” She looked at him and put a finger on his lips as he opened his mouth to speak.
“Don’t say anything,” she told him. “Let me do what I want to do.”
She and Mel occasionally watched dirty movies and usually he bugged her give him a blow-job afterward, but she had never been able to do it all the way. She knew that disappointed Mel, but she couldn’t help it. Now, for some reason, she had an overwhelming urge to do it to Bert. She had no idea if she could, but she was going to try!
Carla led Bert to the living room and sat him down in a big overstuffed chair. Then she knelt in front of him and began to caress and kiss his body. First his lips and face, then his neck, and then his nipples. She was delighted at his body’s powerful reaction when she sucked his nipples. She wasn’t aware men were turned on by that. Her hand sought his penis, already swollen, and began stroking it.
Bert wasn’t sure what Carla had in mind, but once she got started, he didn’t care. She was driving him wild with her caresses and kisses. She moved directly in front of him, between his legs. Bert was startled.
“Is she going to...?” he wondered, excitement rushing through him. He closed his eyes and sighed as her hands wrapped around his cock and began stroking it, sending tremor after delectable tremor through his body.
The more Carla played with Bert’s big cock, the more she wanted to. She loved the gasps and groans her touch elicited from Bert, and was thrilled she was pleasing him. His cock was steel-hard, blue veins standing out on the sides. Droplets of pre-cum seeped from the arrow-shaped tip.
Screwing up her courage, she took a deep breath then leaned forward and kissed the tip, savoring the taste of his lubricant.
“Oh!” Bert groaned, thrusting his hips forward.
Carla was surprised to find that Bert’s cock didn’t taste bad at all. She kissed it again, then again, then he took the whole tip in her mouth. The massive swollen pole was throbbing in rhythm with his heartbeat. She discovered that what she was doing was turning her on, too! She slid her lips down the shaft, taking him into her mouth, her tongue caressing him. Then she pulled back until only the tip remained trapped by her lips. This wasn’t bad at all! In fact, it was kind of nice! More than nice, it was wonderful!
Bert strained against the back of the chair, clutching the arms. What Carla was doing filled him with unbearable rapture. He’d never been sucked off like this! Carla’s lips and mouth moved, engulfing him, then releasing him. Her hand went to his balls, massaging them, sending spasms of delight through his body.
“I’m so close!!” Bert moaned. He couldn’t stand much more of this! “Oh, God, Carla, I’m so close!”
Carla’s body was trembling with excitement and her juices had begun to trickle down her legs as she knelt with her lover’s erection in her mouth. Suddenly, while it was deep in her mouth, the tip poking her throat, she felt it begin to spasm powerfully.
“Ahh!” Bert cried, his hips pumping, “Yes! Carla!”
The hot fluids burbling into her mouth surprised Carla, and at first she thought she was going to gag. Then because her mouth was full, she swallowed involuntarily and a sudden, sweet sensation vibrated through her. Then again! She was coming! She kept licking and sucking Bert’s cock until it was limp and there was nothing left for her to taste. Letting it slide from her lips, she sank back on her knees and looked up at him.
“That was unbelievable!” Bert gasped, his chest heaving, his body weak from the powerful orgasm he’d experienced. She was so beautiful with her face slick with his juices! He bent, took Carla’s hands, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her.
“You ... you don’t think I’m sick?” Carla said. She slid onto his lap and snuggled against him.
“I think you’re wonderful,” Bert replied. “I can’t begin to tell you how fantastic you just made me feel.”
Carla pressed more tightly against him. She was glad she’d tripped on that rug.
The ringing phone startled both of them. They sat up and realized they’d dozed off in the chair. Both of them were a bit shaken. It was the first time the outside world had intruded since their passionate adventure began.
Carla slid off Bert’s lap, walked over, and picked up the phone. “Hello...?” she said tentatively.
Bert watched her, holding his breath. “No, Mother, I’m fine,” Carla said. Bert relaxed. “No, it’s OK. Look, I’m getting things done I’ve wanted to do for ages ... yes ... it’s sweet of you to offer, but I really am OK. Fine. See you then. I love you both. Goodbye.”
She turned and smiled at Bert. “My mother,” she said. “She thought I’d be lonely and wanted to know if she and my father should come over.”
Bert went to her and took her in his arms. “I’m glad you’re ‘getting things done,’” he said and squeezed her.
“I need a shower,” Carla said. She wriggled out of his embrace.
“Want company?” Bert asked.
“Sure,” Carla replied and immediately felt a tingle spread through her body in response to Bert’s suggestion. She and Mel used to shower together all the time when they were first married. Now ... She turned and walked toward the bathroom.
Bert watched her go, observing with delight the way various parts of her body moved as she walked. Then, as she disappeared through the bathroom door, he followed. By the time he got there, Carla was already in the shower, steamy water cascading down on her body. Bert pushed aside the shower curtain and stepped in, then stood ogling her.
“With the water on you like that, I think you’re even more beautiful,” he said.
Once again Carla felt herself flush. She handed him the washcloth. “Wash my back,” she told him.
Bert did that and more. Soon they were covered with lather, hands gliding over again-excited bodies, re-kindling passion.
“This is terrible,” Carla murmured. Her legs shaking, she leaned against him. “I can’t be near you without getting turned on!”
Bert’s hand was massaging the tip of one breast, sending jolts of pleasure into her. “Want me to stop?” he asked.
Carla grasped his erection. “You do, and I’ll rip this off!” she told him, laughing softly.
Finally, they rinsed off and got out. Toweling each other dry did little to lessen their passion. If anything it grew more urgent.
“Come on,” Carla took Bert’s hand. “Let’s go...”
“Why not here?” Bert said. He smiled, sat down on the toilet and pulled her to him, then guided her until she was astraddle his legs.
Carla looked down, saw his erection pointed right at her cunt, and felt giddy. “Not here...” she started to protest, but he pulled her down onto him and she felt his huge rod invade her. “Oh, Bert!” she groaned.
They clutched each other and rocked together, taking another rocket ride to nirvana. It seemed like they’d only been at it for seconds, yet Carla felt the now familiar tightening deep inside her. She was going to come! No, she was coming! “Bert! My God! My God! I’m there! Oh, baby! Come with me!” she cried.
“Yes, baby, yes!” he replied, and unloaded his spend into her.
Afterward they made their way to the bedroom, collapsed on the king-sized bed, and slept. Bert awakened first and brought Carla awake by suckling her breasts.
“Oh, God!! I don’t believe this is happening. I-I want you again!” she groaned, writhing at his oral caress.
Bert paused from what he was doing and grinned at her. “I kind of hoped you would,” he replied and promptly went back to making her crazy with his kisses.
Carla rolled on her belly and pulled her knees up, thrusting her beautiful bottom up in the air. “Uh ... would, could we, ah, do it, ah, dog-style?” she asked. Another fantasy, another chance to act it out. Her soaking slit was thrust back, exposed to him, awaiting him, needing him, beckoning him. She felt the bed move as he got behind her, then gasped as he centered the tip of his cock in her opening, grabbed her hips, and drove himself home.
“Oh!” Carla moaned, once again under the spell of passion that seemed never-ending. She straightened her arms, raising herself, thrusting back at him. His hands slid up her side, then down, and she groaned in delight as he clasped her breasts.
“Oh, God!” she murmured. He was driving her wild all over again! Sensations ripped through her body, roaring in from her breasts, whose tips he milked, and her vagina, which his cock was plumbing so wonderfully. Inside her, the feelings met, mixed, and grew. Again and again, explosions of bliss shook her. She couldn’t take much more! She knew she couldn’t...
“Ah! Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord! Again! I’m ... I’m coming again!” she cried, her back arching, her hips slamming back against his. “God! I’m coming again! Oh, Jesus! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, God!”
“Carla! Carla!” Bert cried, his hands clutching her breasts, as his fluids boiled up and spewed into her.
Overcome, Carla collapsed on the bed, pulling Bert down with her, his softening penis trapped between the cheeks of her lovely ass. He kissed her neck, then rolled off. Carla snuggled against him, spoon-fashion.
“I won’t be able to walk for a week after this,” she giggled.
“There is a price to pay for passion,” Bert replied, tickling her ear.