Repaying the bank of Carla.

“And how do I go about repaying that debt?” I asked.

“Well, if you must know, I’m going to sit on your face, and you’re going to lick me until I come,” Carla informed me.

“Well, climb on up then,” I said, grinning.

Carla laughed, but instead of going to move, she kissed me long and hard. “One last one before all I can smell is my pussy on your breath.

Before she got on me, Carla pulled her jumper off, having started to feel the heat. I helped guide her into place as she lowered one knee on either side of my face. She seemed so small and delicate until she took hold of the bed head in front of her and lowered her dripping pussy onto my chin. I darted my tongue along the crease that just had my cock inside it and started to lather my tongue along her folds. Whatever I was doing was right as Carla started to move her hips, grinding down on my face as she started to use my face as a saddle.

I sucked on that bald pink pussy to the best of my abilities. My hands grabbed Carla’s arse to better keep me locked into her kitty. I started to focus in on her clit as I pressed the middle finger of my right hand into Carla’s honeypot. My debt was quickly wiped clean as my face was wiped slippery with pussy juice. I held Carla to my face and wouldn’t let her dismount as I kept my assault on her snatch. She cried in pleasure as her peak found me sucking and flicking at her nub with the tip of my tongue.

Carla started to get wild after that. I stuck my tongue as far into her cooze as I could and tasted her gooey nectar. It was pure ambrosia. Carla fucked my tongue for all she was worth, driving it deep into her pussy. When that muscle got too tired, I switched to roughly finger fucking Carla with two of my digits as I rolled her bean about in a wavy motion. This time she screamed as she came. Her pussy pulsing as I held against me with my free arm wrapped tight around her waist, two fat fingers jamming hastily to my bottom knuckle as grease and fluid coated my hand and any spare bit of face that hadn’t been touched before. It was only after the most violent of shuddering did Carla forcefully push my head away from her clitoris.

Not that she took my new play toy away from me for too long. Long enough for Carla to invert her position on my head and then sit back down on me facing my feet this time. I’d had more than enough time to recover as I worshipped Carla’s pussy. My cock had returned to its preexisting rock-hard status. Carla dove down against me and started to rapidly bob her head on my pole. She used one hand and her mouth to suck and slobber on practically my entire length. I hoped I’d been the inspiration for the unbridled enthusiasm with which she sucked my dick. Her tongue in near constant motion.

I gave as good as I got in this sixty-nine position. My hands rubbed freely all over Carla’s smooth arse as I caressed her flesh. I couldn’t smell a thing other than the scent of her womanhood covering me, even with Carla’s little rosebud practically resting on my nose.

Carla’s combination of power suction and rapid head movements meant that minute by minute I was licking her snatch less and just moaning out more. My hips started to move on their own as I began to thrust up into Carla’s mouth as she took me down her throat. She did a pretty incredible job of deep throating me and holding her lips wrapped down around the base of my cock.

I’d expected her to stay like that until I eventually came in her mouth, but as I was getting nearer and nearer to the finish line, Carla had one more surprise for me. Climbing off my face, Carla brought her hips all the way down until she was almost straddling me in reverse cowgirl. Pressing the top of my saliva-coated against her pussy lips, Carla started to undulate her hips as she rubbed her steaming hot and greasy wet pussy against me. She cupped the underside of my cock as she continued her pussy slide. I was so unprepared for the added heat and moisture that came from Carla’s unprotected pussy. She never allowed me to slip inside, but I got the very next best thing. Her toned thighs worked her pussy back and forth against me as I held her hips in a white-knuckle grip.

“Fuck! I’m going to cum,” I moaned as I almost spilled myself before I could get the words out.

Carla reacted to my words immediately and spun herself around again so that she was lying down between my knees. She wrapped her mouth around the head of my cock and stared at me intensely as she sucked and nodded on the head. It was so unbelievably erotic watching her collect the spittings of my pulsing cock into her mouth. She didn’t let go until she had the very last spurt contained within her hallowed cheeks. She let go, and my cock twitched one last time in freedom. Carla opened her lips and showed me her cream-covered tongue as, with the same incendiary eye contact, she swallowed my load, holding out her now clear tongue as proof.

Carla lay beside me, her head resting against my shoulder. We were both naked from the waist down still. For someone who'd just put me through my paces, she seemed remarkably pleased with herself. She rolled onto her back, stretched, and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Well," she said eventually. "That was a decent way to spend a Wednesday afternoon."

I laughed. "Decent?"

"Don't let it go to your head."

"Bit late for that."

She burst out laughing. "Oh, listen to you. Five minutes ago, you could barely string a sentence together."

"I was concentrating."

"On what? Not embarrassing yourself?"

"On making sure you didn't leave me with another outstanding balance."

She nudged me with her foot. "Very noble of you."

"I'm a generous guy."

"You're something, all right." Carla rolled back over so that her chin was resting on the centre of my chest, looking up at me. “You know I wasn’t sure you were going to message me again for this.”

I raised an eyebrow. “For this?”

She gestured vaguely between us. “You know. Our little arrangement.”

“Little arrangement? I thought we had a very sophisticated system of mutual debt repayment.”

“Oh, is that what we're calling it now?”

“Sounds better than what you were calling it earlier.”

She grinned. “And what was that?”

“I don't remember. I was distracted.”

“Convenient.”

“Very.”

She laughed, then settled her chin back against me.

Now was the time for honesty; I knew that. “I was always going to call. I just took my time.”

“Time! A week and a half.”

“You were counting!” I rolled onto my side so that I was facing her and pulled her into a tight hug.

Carla tried to fight me, but it was a token effort. “It was… memorable.”

“I was good!” My grin went wide.

She laughed. “You were better than some.”

I thought about asking who Carla meant by some, but I figured from the boundaries she’d put on our arrangement that it wasn’t any of my business to go prying. I simply allowed myself to be pleased with the fact that she enjoyed herself with me and looked forward to another opportunity to be together. That was more than I could say for Trish.

I still smiled, but the expression faded as my thoughts drifted back to the last few days.

Carla noticed. "You're doing it again."

"Doing what?"

"Thinking about something you'd rather not be thinking about."

I looked at the ceiling. "Rebecca's probably going to turn up at my house tonight."

“That’s a problem I can’t help you with.”

“You sure you don’t want to be lying on my bed like this when she comes in?”

“No! That would cause waaayyy too much drama for this little black duck!”

I laughed, and I didn’t let the thought of what was to come sour this happy afternoon.

Eventually Carla glanced towards the clock and groaned. "I should probably get changed before my mom gets home."

"Right."

Neither of us moved.

Then Carla looked at me again. "You're coming over again, aren't you?"

I grinned. "Depends. Is there going to be any debt involved?"

She laughed and threw a pillow at my face. "Get out of my bed, you idiot."