“How many people live here?” Anne held on to the rail as the elevator whined and clanged its way up. She was not sure what she expected. However, she impressed with the ornate Victorian.
“Me, my mother and father. My sister lives out back.” Carter was a little embarrassed. To him this was just home. His other friends lived in similar homes so they accepted this ornate old mansion as being the norm. He could see Anne was a little overwhelmed. As the elevator clanked to a stop at his floor, he opened the door and ushered her out into the short hall leading to his rooms.
Anne turned slowly as she surveyed Carter’s apartment. After the ornate ostentation of the rest of the house, this was homey. The room was large and uncluttered. A 50″ flat screen dominated one wall. Under it was a long onyx table with and Xbox and DVD player. Below that were neat rows of games.
Opposite the TV was a large grey overstuffed divan. It was as wide as a double bed. An Annie Lee painting hung over the couch. It showed stylized Black people sitting around a table. One was standing with a playing card over her head. The caption on the painting said “Seven No Trump”. On the wall adjacent to the television and couch was a small bookcase. Opposite it was an open door leading to the bedroom. A large stained glass window dominated that wall.
“Nice place, she said with measured understatement.”
“Thank you! Would you like a beer?”
“Gawd, I’d kill for a cold beer now! You got any Schnapps?”
“No, but I have some homemade brandy!”
Anne nodded her approval. Carter indicated the couch for her to sit and then made his way through his bedroom to the small kitchen behind it. He retrieved two Coronas and poured three fingers of the potent brandy into each of two glasses.
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The air was thick with the aroma of the marijuana. On the cocktail table sat four empty bottles of Corona. Next to them, the dregs of Miss Curry’s homemade brandy covered the bottom of the glasses.
Anne’s short work skirt was around her waist. Her yellow polka dot bikini panties lay on the floor next to Carter’s knee. Anne’s head was thrown back, her legs draped across his back as he expertly licked her pulsating pussy. Her hands gripped his head, alternatingly pulling him in and pushing him back as her orgasms rocketed through her body.
“Please, she pleaded, please stop! I am so weak from coming I could pass out!”
Carter and Anne spent the last hour 69ing and alternating giving each other oral. Anne had never experienced the intensity and time spent in foreplay. Her experience was that guys did foreplay to get you ready for fucking. And that was okay! However, Carter treated it as if it was the sex act itself. He was an incredible lover! Tender and giving! And that cock! Her jaws still ached from trying to get it all in her mouth. She licked her lips, tasting him still in her mouth.
Carter rocked back on his heels. His head spun as he tried to focus on Anne. She was naked from the waist down; her furry pussy was gleaming from his ministrations. He watched bleary eyed as her juices streamed down her ass crack. He had been licking her a good hour, using all of the techniques he and his twin learned and practiced. Her clit was red, swollen and distended. Even in his altered state, he could see it pulsing. Her pussy lips were red and glistening with her lubrication and his saliva.