He walked into the house, petting the dogs and picking up the kitten they got from her brother, who brought it home from the refinery when it's mother abandoned the litter and all the other kittens died. "Poor cat," Brick thought. "You got abandoned and now so am I. Again. Well tonight I am getting mine, even if it is just for one night." He had helped raise the kitten and bottle fed her, taught her how to go to the bathroom, litter trained her, and slept with her nestled to him most nights. Mabel the kitten reminded him of Susan, but Mable was faithful. He put the thought out of his head, for there were more important issues to attend to.
Grabbing two beers from the fridge, Brick headed to the living room, knowing that Susan would be in momentarily. She was a creature of habit, so she definitely lit another cigarette, would smoke a few drags of it, then throw it out and come in. Sure enough, no sooner had he sat down than the front door opened and in she walked. The couch got a little smaller as Susan sat down next to him, clearly wanting her beer but feeling sheepish and unsure how to proceed. He handed her the beer, watching her squirm in her seat. When he saw her biting her lip, Brick knew they might take a little while to get out of the house. That was the first of her tells. He knew the next before he saw it, and knew to ignore it. Ignoring the finger tip in the mouth would drive her nuts, which was part of the goal for the night.
"I want her to beg for it, she knows this is the end, the last time for us, I want her to want it as much as I do, and to show it." His brain was on overdrive, as usual. Drinking and smoking would help that though.
His desire for begging would have to wait, though, as his need for release was stronger. As Susan began to relax on the couch, she pulled her legs up and crossed them in front of her. The black dress rode up her thighs, exposing that black lace thong again.
"She never was one for modesty," he thought. Brick had a flashback to the time he and Susan were out with their friend Kelsey and Kelsey's boyfriend, who happened to be a police officer. They had stopped at McDonalds on the way home from a bar, and of course it had a playground. Walking in, Brick knew there would be trouble. Sure enough, within minutes of inhaling her food, Susan decided she wanted to go play on the slide. Thank goodness there were no children around, for Brick's sanity at least. Susan grabbed a plastic serving tray and disappeared up the stairs to the slide, giving Brick a glimpse at her bare pussy as he trailed her up the narrow stairs.
After a few rides down the slide, Brick decided he had enough, and waited at the bottom for her to wear herself out. After 2 or 3 slides down, the view of her spread legs and bare lips were starting to have a noticeable effect on Brick, and after another 2 or 3 rides down, the sight of said effect was having a noticeable effect on Susan, such that by the 10th solo ride down the slide, Brick's pants were tented and damp, while Susan's inner thighs were glistening almost as much as her dripping slit. Once the plastic tray finally broke under her bare ass on the last run, the puddle that had collected under her crotch finally spilled all over the ground at Brick's feet.
They both heard the crack of the plastic, followed by a slight splash on the ground. Susan gave him that same little girl bite of her lip, and asked him to please come play the obstacle route one more time with her. That day, caution got the best of Brick, and he forced himself to limit their real play to three fingers buried deep inside her and one finger in her ass, with only one breast out with the nipple in his mouth. Since they were situated on a metal grate landing with walls all around them, when he finally curled his fingers up to rub her g-spot she squirted through the holes in the grate, and they both heard the drips on the floor beneath them. After he made her lick his fingers clean, they rode the slide to the bottom and left with their friends. But that was then, not tonight. Tonight, no holding back.
Brick saw those panties, and saw red, despite their black lace color. Draping his arm around Susan's neck, in an almost loving way, he drew her in. Susan thought this might be a kink in the armor, but while she was wrong, there was definitely some kink to it. Once she rested her head on his shoulder and breathed her sigh of relief, Brick grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her head back, knowing she would jut out her legs in protest.
He was already planning for it, before she even thought the thought. As her legs stretched out and spread, he kissed her, grabbed the top of her panties, and ripped them clear of her body.
"She likes it rough, time to give her what she always wanted," he thought. The look of shock on her face was short lived, replaced seconds later with a face of fear as he mounted her chest and thrust his cock down her throat. Brick knew she could take it, she had so many times before. What did surprise him was that her hands did not shoot to his hips to control the speed of his thrusting. Instead, one pulled the straps of her dress off and exposed her tits, while the other shot between her legs and buried 2 fingers as deep as they would go, followed by her other hand dropping to her clit once her chest was bare.
"Good, she's clearly going to enjoy at least some of the night," Brick thought.
He grabbed a fistful of her waist length black hair to control his thrusts and dropped his left hand to her right nipple, immediately twisting it hard. He felt rather than heard the moan lodged with his 8 inch dick in her throat. He had to reach under himself to get to her nipples, which was a little awkward, and the angle for his cock going down her throat was a little uncomfortable when he was pinning her head to the couch with every thrust, so Brick decided to change it up.
Pulling out of her mouth, he barely let Susan release the gasp and get a full breath of air before he pulled her by the hair off the couch. Bending her over the couch, with her hands on the back, he knew she thought he would fuck her, but Brick had other ideas. Forcing her legs apart, Brick dropped to his knees, facing her dripping quim. From his angle he could see her 34 C breasts hanging down, barely brushing the back of the brown leather couch. As Susan looked back over her shoulder at him, he thrust first two, then three fingers into her, gliding effortlessly into the wetness. As his head dropped to her ass and his tongue touched her asshole, Susan threw her head back and sighed, and she moved one hand from the couch to her left nipple, pulling and twisting it obscenely hard. Brick rimmed her ass for a few minutes, then switched places. As his tongue invaded her cunt, his chin stubble grated across her clit, drawing more moans from Susan's mouth.
