The Center (Houdini and Nurse_K)

Carlos was glad that his continuing rhythm had kicked in Elsa's instinct to keep wanting it. This was their first time experimenting together with something like this, after all. As he continued at her, he focused on her breasts this time. While last time it had been the long, passionate kiss, now it was a massaging of her pale, delicious spheres that he focused his attention on. He left off his rocking against her ring for a little while, and just moved inside her rhythmically. He concentrated on pressing in just a little more each time he felt him fill herself up, pushing gently against her cervix at the farthest extent of the thrust. Each time he gave the little extra press, he looked longingly into her eyes. Finally, he felt his orgasm building and building, and slightly picked up his pace. Jamming himself as deep as he could with one strong thrust, he held himself there deep inside her as his sweaty body exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm, thrusting his seed into the far reaches of her womb as he yelled out.
 
Even as Carlos came inside of her, she wasn't done wanting it. He had mentioned before having his cock inside of her all night long, and she really wanted that now. She had gotten partially worked up again as he massaged her breasts and hilted her, but she hadn't gotten to orgasm level again. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to keep screwing her, but she didn't want him to leave her. She didn't want their bodies to be disconnected. Could he just stay inside of her? Was that weird? When his yelling had died down she took hold of his head and brought it down close to her face. She kissed him softly and then smiled up at him, "Are you gonna stay true to your word, daddy?"
 
Carlos breathed deeply as he kissed her once he came down. "You know it, mama," he promised, laying his head in the crook of her neck for a moment to rest it. He began moving again inside her a moment later, his cock no longer quite as firm, but plenty hard enough to keep going. Now that their orgasms were staggered, he needed to get her going. He began rocking up and down more than in and out again, nowhere close to cumming again himself, but combining his penetration with a teasing of her piercing again, knowing this would put her well on her way to a second climax as they rode the night away.
 
She yelped when he pinched her piercing. It caused her to buck her hips up and squirm anxiously. She whined and her hands grabbed on to his hair tightly, but not so much that it would hurt him. She shuddered and her pussy muscles clamped back down on him. All it took was about a minute more of his fierce up and down strokes for her to lose it once more. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, sucking in a deep breath and her second orgasm as the night was released on to him. As multiple orgasms usually go, the second is always better than the first.
 
Carlos let out a yelp when she grabbed at his hair, continuing to push inside her, allowing her muscles to milk and massage him. He rode out her second orgasm by gazing down into her pleasure-drunk eyes, his own still a little glassy from his recent climax. Although he'd just came inside her, when her pussy squeezed and tugged at him, it almost burned. It almost made him feel like he was going to cum again, it was such a nice feeling. But actually, it was a mild burning, as his semen that had never found a way out of her pushed back against and inside his urethra, tingling slightly. He closed his eyes and tuned that out, continuing to press ahead. "You sure you can take it still?" he leaned over and whispered in her ear as he grinned, moving slower than ever inside Elsa, his cock hardening up again now.
 
She groaned when he asked her if she was sure she could take it still. The truth was, she wasn't sure. After two orgasms her pussy was extremely sensitive. It was tingling and clenching at almost every provocation. After awhile it would start to actually hurt her and the deep pleasure she was getting out of this prolonged love session with Carlos would turn ugly. "I donno, babe," she murmured, "My pussy might need a break....maybe I can help you out some other way though," she said with a grin, letting her tongue flick against his lips seductively.
 
Carlos laughed lightly at her small protest. "Oh, really?" he asked in mock surprise. "I never known your pussy to need a break. I must'a done a good job," he said in compliment of his own prowess. He was starting to tire slightly of the repeated motion himself, but he was glad he didn't have to admit it. After all, the same motion and feeling tended to get less and less stimulating, the longer that it continued, which wasn't to say that it was no longer good. He was intrigued and turned on by her seductive tone, though. Slowly, he pulled his soaked, warm cock out of her pussy, kneeling on the bed and resting it on her thigh. "Go ahead, I'm all yours mama," he offered, leaning over her and shivering as her warm tongue danced across his lips.
 
She laughed, "You did do a good job. And mama thinks Daddy deserves a reward for that," she cooed to him, pecking him on the lips once more before she moved herself away from him. Her was kneeling, which was weird, but she maneuvered herself under him to his already hardened cock. It was soaked in her juices, and some of his too, but at this point she was feeling so good that she wasn't even going to complain about it. She opened her mouth and slipped her lips over his head, sucking gently at first to warm him up to the new feeling of being in her mouth rather than her pussy. She let her tongue slide and dance all over his head and just underneath it at his super sensitive spot.
 
Carlos chuckled deeply at her promise of a 'reward', settling herself under him. "Yeah, it is my turn, ain't it, mama?" he chided, allowing her to take his hardened length into her mouth now. It was a completely different feeling than her pussy; not as tight, yet she had control over what she did to him. Her sex was tighter and warmer, but her muscles and fibers moved involuntarily there. He let out a shudder at the arousing sight of her taking his cock into her pretty mouth, soaked with both of their juices. He tried to position himself so they were both comfortable, crouching over her so she had plenty of access to his manhood. He let out a groan when she tapped into that sensitive ridge on the underside of his head, grabbing at her temples. "Ahh, how's that love juice taste, mama?" he growled, starting to talk a little dirty again.
 
"Mmmmm," she moaned onto his cock, letting her mouth dive deeper for a moment only to pull back up slowly until he was completely out of her mouth. "Tastes good," she purred, extending her tongue and giving his head a sloppy lick. Then she turned her head and kissed all the way down the length of his cock, running her tongue up on it the way back. Then she took him into her mouth again and really began working this time, sucking him heartily and steadily moving downwards as she took more of him into her mouth. Elsa, for the most part, liked giving head. She saw it as a reward kind of thing, something that needed to be deserved. Whenever she chose to give it it was because her man deserved it from her.
 
His cock throbbed as she worked and talked, thrusting out towards her a little when she pulled off it completely, as if begging to go back inside. It really served to tease him when she kissed and licked him, only a prelude to taking him back in, it fortunately turned out. "Ahhh," he moaned when she took him deep inside again, his cock finally getting the warm moist harbor that it craved. When Elsa was into it wholeheartedly, she could give head like no one else. There was affection tied in with it tonight; he could tell she really wanted to please. His hips began to buck faster, his moans quicker and louder as she started sucking at him, creating a wonderful warm vacuum inside her mouth for his thick, throbbing member.
 
Elsa wasn't really a fan of a man bucking his hips in and out of her mouth when she was trying to give him head, but she'd come to understand that it was more of a reflex than a choice. They could choose to some degree, but it was a primal thing that they didn't have complete control over. So she dealt with it, just hoping that they weren't going to get that horrible urge to face fuck her. She moved down deeper on him until he began to touch at the back of her throat. She teased him a little, letting him nudge in there and then pulling away quickly. Eventually she relented and really dove down deep, letting him slide into her throat where her muscles there contracted on him.
 
Once Elsa stopped teasing and giving him what he wanted, he calmed down a little bit and let her work her magic. His intermittent moans, however, began to get louder and longer when she teased him with her delicious throat. He felt his tip lodge there momentarily before she pulled away, which did cause another little buck of his hips. He wanted more of that. "Ohhhh, mama, that's more like it," he exhaled passionately when she let him slide down into her throat. He let Elsa massage him with her throat muscles, a much tighter, more snug fit than even her pussy. Finally, he could hold it no longer, and exploded his second orgasm down her throat, looking down and seeing the seed make a little bulge in her neck as it shot down her windpipe.
 
She choked a little bit when he shot his load straight down her throat. His orgasms were always powerful and throats weren't designed to take that kind of powerful push of liquid. Once he'd cum she pulled him out of her throat but sucked on him delicately for a couple of moments. She licked him up, cleaning him even though he was pretty much already cleaned by her sucking him. Once she thought he was sufficiently clean she pulled off of him completely and crawled out from under him and then laid back on the bed. She stretched her limbs out and smiled over at him, "That was a fun time, wouldn't you say, daddy?"
 
Carlos was impressed that she kept licking at him delicately even after she recovered from gagging on his cum. It was a nice touch, he thought, as he leaned over and kissed her once more when she finished up and lay beside him. It was getting to be the middle of the night, and he was ready to snooze away, with the pleasant, satisfied exhaustion that Elsa provided leaving him all but drained. "It was nice, mama. You gave daddy everything he needed tonight, sugar," he gushed, reaching out and holding her the bare skin of her back and hip in his arms as he closed his eyes and prepared to let sleep take over.
 
Two orgasms in one night, from the same round of sex? That was enough for Elsa. Technically they didn't go all night long but they went for a lot longer than they usually did and she was ready to accept that. When he laid down next to her and kissed her she sighed into his mouth and snuggled right up to him. She laced one leg in with his and pressed her naked torso right against his side, aided by him holding on to her hip and back. She rested her head on his chest and kissed one of his scars there gently. She closed her eyes and prepared for sleep, long satiated by him.
 
Carlos sighed when she kissed his scarred chest, leaning over and pulling the blinds closed to block out the moonlight. Half-consciously, he cuddled up with Elsa and dozed off, both of them sleeping naked under the thin sheet, bodies pressed up against each other as one.

It was close to noon when he finally stirred, Elsa still there at his side. "Morning, sugar," he grunted, kissing her milky shoulder and pressing his nose against her scalp. "I think I'm still feelin' it from last night, baby," he whispered with a smile still plastered on his face. He actually had slept like that most of the night.
 
Elsa stirred only when Carlos kissed her shoulder and talked to her. She opened her eyes and saw that they were still completely naked and tangled up in each other. She looked up at him and smiled, "Yeah?" she giggled softly and gently pried herself out of his arms to sit up some. "Gui didn't even make a peep last night. I bet he's hungry." she leaned down and pressed her lips to his, sighing into it. She felt a lot better about kissing him now than she had even a few days ago. "You want me to make you some breakfast? Or lunch since it's so late?"
 
Carlos kissed her back as he stirred awake. He was hungry, he realized, now that she mentioned it. "Yeah, any food would be nice," he agreed. "Breakfast or Lunch. I guess your two men are hungry now," he joked, looking over at Gui sleeping peacefully, although the smell of a dirty diaper was wafting through the air. Turning to the side of the bed, he stretched out and slowly stood up, still naked, and walked to the bathroom before coming back and putting a pair of shorts on.
 
She laughed, "You're right," and then rolled out of the bed. She threw on a pair of panties and a bra and pulled a tank top on over it. Then she scooped up Gui and changed him in the bathroom after Carlos came out. She gave him a quick mini bath and then brought him downstairs where he almost immediately fell asleep again. Then Elsa went into the kitchen and inspected the now full fridge from her grocery trip the other day. She took out some hamburger meat and put together a bunch of seasonings and then put them in a pan. In twenty minutes they were done, but they weren't hamburgers. They were Swedish meatballs, which Elsa was sure Carlos had never had before. Elsa thought they were delicious. She drained the pan sauce into a little bowl and took out some bread. She sat at the table and waited to see if Carlos liked it, which she sincerely hoped he did.
 
Carlos sauntered back in from the bathroom just in time to catch a glimpse of Elsa getting dressed, something he never tired of watching. She was really cute in the morning, not hot like when she dressed nice, did her hair, jewerly and makeup, and tantalized him. But decidedly cute in the morning. He really liked it. He had some juice and played with Gui while the smell of the meatballs wafted around the house. When they were finally done, he took a seat at the table and looked at the little meatballs, unsure how to approach them. Finally, he gave Elsa a silly sort of grin, and just put one in his mouth and took a bite, followed by a bite of bread after dipping the bread in the pan sauce. The seasoning was different, but good. "This really a nice breakfast, sugar," he said when he'd mostly finished chewing. "Or lunch or whatever. Really, really good," he repeated before digging back in.
 
"Yeah?" she asked him excitedly with a huge grin on her face to match his. "They're Swedish. I wasn't sure if you'd like them since you're, you know, all Latino and stuff." she giggled and dug into her own food. She ate fairly quickly and then went and got Gui from his crib. She brought him to the table and took a little spoon and started to give him some creamed corn from a tiny little baby good bottle. "I want to see how he takes it," she explained to Carlos when he gave her a look, "My body's going to stop giving up milk soon, and then we'll have to switch to regular milk and baby food."
 
Carlos laughed when she insinuated that he wouldn't like the meatballs because they were Swedish. "What you talkin' about?" he teased. "I like all kind of food, and all kind of people," he insisted. "I like you, don't I? And you ain't Latina. What are you anyway? You Swedish?" he wondered. It occurred to him that he didn't know what Elsa's background was. He wasn't stupid, though. He realized that white people with light skin like Elsa were usually from somewhere cold like Sweden, although he thought most Swedes would have blond hair. He nodded at what Elsa said about the milk. "My sister breast fed her last baby 'til he was three," he observed. "How you know you gonna stop making milk?" He didn't really care, figuring that decision was best left to Elsa, but he was curious.
 
She raised an eyebrow when he said his sister breast fed her last baby until he was three. She was sure that was unhealthy. "Well, even if it doesn't, that's not happening with Gui. He's gonna learn how to eat baby food and drink regular milk once he's six months old whether or not my body still produces milk." she was firm on that and there wasn't really anything Carlos could say about it. It was her body, she wasn't going to let him tell her what to do with it. "And I'm German," she added as an afterthought, stuffing another meatball in her mouth.
 
Carlos just nodded when she explained her views on breast-feeding. He didn't really like talking much about breast milk, so he just left it at that. He wasn't even sure why he brought up the whole thing about his sister. "He seem to be eatin' okay by himself," Carlos observed. "So I'm sure he'll do fine." He finished up his meatballs before taking the bowl to the sink and rinsing it. Heading upstairs, he took a shower and got dressed. They'd woken up so late, that after a few hours of lounging around and talking and watching TV, 5:00 was approaching, which was the time Luis was supposed to pick him up. He scurried down the basement about an hour before that, coming up with a black duffel bag. He carried it upstairs where he stuffed some more items inside and brought it back down, sitting on the couch to wait for his ride. "Oh, here's the keys," he remembered, passing his car keys over to Elsa for while he was away. "Don't go crazy with it, sugar."
 
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