"Mmmmmm, I love these gorgeous autumn days," Maggie said as she and her girlfriend tooled through the streets to the suburbs. "I'm looking forward to an afternoon of fun. Not to mention the chance to case another target."
"Does this Hank Bailey guy know who we are?" Marcia asked.
"Nope. He's a big wheel, honey. He just decides who to fire. Someone else has to do the dirty work. When I approached him in that bar the other night, I could tell he didn't know me from Adam."
"The idea of getting back at him appeals to me," Marcia said. "Corporate downsizing is just another name for giving the little people the shaft."
Maggie chuckled. "Do you expect the big guys to fire themselves? We're the M&M girls now, and we're doing all right."
"Taking that locksmith course at the junior college was a good idea."
"Yeah," Maggie agreed. "I wonder how many other people take that course so they can learn to pick locks and legally get the necessary tools."
"You sure Hank's wife won't be there?"
"He said she spends half of her time at the club, working out. We'll have two or three hours to get a little cock and case the place." Maggie looked at her watch. "We'll be there in a few minutes. The game should be over about now."
Three young men in their twenties sat glued to the TV, hooting and hollering and punching each other in the biceps as they watched the Denver Broncos annihilate the Los Angeles Raiders. After the game, Ed and Jeff went out in the back yard to toss the football around.
About five minutes later, Hank opened the back door and called, "Hey, guys, the postgame entertainment is here. Want to come in and see the show?"
Ed and Jeff jostled each other as they hurried inside like two eager stallions.
"Did you get a good skin flick?" Jeff asked.
Ed spied the two girls sitting on the couch and grinned. "Better," he said. "Looks like pussy on the hoof."
"Hello, boys," Maggie said. "I'm Penny, and my friend is Ginger."
"That's Ed, that's Jeff, and I'm Hank."
"I know who you are, stud," Maggie said.
"You didn't say your friends were so good-looking. If you'll show us the way to the girl's room, we'll get ready for you."
"Through the dining room, down the hall on the left," Hank said.
"Don't go away," Marcia said coyly. "We'll be right back."
"And no peeking," Maggie said.
"They're a couple of real foxes," Jeff said after the girls left the room. "Where the hell did you find them? Are they pros?"
"Don't think so," Hank replied. "I ran into the redhead in a bar the other night. We nearly tore up the back seat of my car. When I asked her if she wanted to come over this afternoon, she jumped at the chance and said she would bring her girlfriend."
Maggie and Marcia scrutinized the dining room carefully on their way to the bathroom. They returned to the living room, wearing only high heels. Their tits jiggled enticingly as they sashayed into the living room.
"We thought you would be stripped for action," Marcia said, pretending surprise as she sat on the couch and looked at the three men. "Don't you like us?"
Maggie eyed the lusting young men critically. "Maybe if you play with your pussy you can stimulate their interest," she said.
"Would you like to watch me get myself off?" Marcia asked seductively.
The men murmured their enthusiastic agreement.
"You have to undress," Marcia said as she opened her legs and put one hand in her crotch. "I won't jack off unless I can look at your cocks."
If the Olympics had a category for undressing, the men would have shared a gold medal. They sat on the floor, enthralled by the prospect of watching the sensual brunette jack off for them.
Marcia began to finger her slit, watching the three young men watching her as they stroked their cocks. Maggie sat on the other end of the couch and crossed her legs so she wouldn't distract the men from Marcia. She let her mind wander for a few moments, making a mental inventory of Hank's dining room and living room.
Hank stroked his cock enthusiastically, working the foreskin back and forth over the bulging knob. Ed and Jeff followed Hank's example by stroking their cocks. They weren't quite as intent about it as he was, however. He was giving Marcia a show, encouraging her to get herself off. They were just making themselves feel good while she gave them a show.
Marcia's gaze locked with Hank's. He nodded and grinned. He winked, urging her on. She winked back, and spread her cunt lips, parting the thick bush of curly brown pubic hair, showing him the pink interior of her pussy.
She thrust a finger in her cunt, twisted it around, then dragged it up her gash and teased her clitoris. She repeated the insertion, using two fingers. Holding the two fingers deep in her hole, she used the middle finger of her other hand to stroke her clitoris. Even only half-hard, Hank's big prick looked magnificent. Her clit throbbed in passionate approval as she imagined how his tool would feel in her pussy.
"Ohhh," she breathed, stabbing the two fingers in her pulsing cunt. "Look at that big fucking machine! Ahhh, that would feel so nice in my pussy."
Marcia cleared the last hurdle, fully aroused and ready to cum. Ready to get herself off in front of these horny young men. She finger-fucked herself to a quick orgasm. The initial burst of sexual relief didn't satisfy her.
"Mmmmmm, that one felt so good, I think I'll just do it again," she murmured.
She continued to finger-fuck herself and strum her clit, bringing herself to a second, stronger, shuddering release.
Then she slowed the pace of her finger-fucking, but continued to play with her pussy, keeping her emotions at the joyous point as long as she could. Watching Hank stroke his fully erect cock helped her hang right on the edge.
"That's the way, honey," Ed said softly. "Doesn't it feel good?"
"I came twice," Marcia said.
"You can cum more if you want to. We love to watch you," Jeff offered.
Marcia removed her hands from her pussy and let her emotions recede. "No, that's enough solo action for now. Penny hasn't cum yet, and she must be very hungry by now." She looked at the lustful young men and grinned. "I think the three of you should come over here and take turns licking our sweet little pussies. What do you think, Penny?"
"Damn right!" Maggie exclaimed as she slid over by Marcia and pressed their hips together. "My pussy could use a good tongue job."
"Do her pussy first," Marcia said. "I like to watch her get off."
Maggie put her feet on the couch, pushed her ass forward, with her pussy right on the edge of the cushion so Jeff could reach her slit easily. "The specialty of the house," she said as she spread her cunt lips with her fingers. "Come and get it before I throw it out."
Jeff got on his knees between Maggie's legs. She arched her hot, wet pussy at him. Watching the men play with their cocks while Marcia jacked off made her so hot she could hardly wait for the young man to get his tongue working. Her clit pulsed in anticipation of a good climax.
Jeff stared into Maggie's gaping pink gash for several seconds, awed by the beauty and sexiness of the female sex organ. Then he licked his lips and leaned in between her shapely thighs.
Maggie looked down at the young pussy lapper. "Oh, yes, baby, suck my pussy. Suck it!"
Jeff shuddered as he inhaled the unique, arousing aroma of her twat. He kissed her furry slit, then pushed his mouth up tight to her burning, wet cunt. Her slick juice coated his lips. Her turgid clit bulged out of its hooded enclosure as he dragged his tongue over the large button.
He pursed his lips, pressed them to her clit and ran the tip of his tongue over the erect stud. She shivered and sighed with joy. He tongued harder and she jerked intensely. He opened his lips slightly and sucked the burning pink nubbin between his lips.
"Ooohhh!" Maggie moaned. "You're a good clit licker, baby! Oh, yes, that feels so good! Aaahhh, suck my clit. Suck it! Make me cum!"
He pushed in and up on top of her mound, lifting her clit up further. He surrounded it with his puckered lips and sucked hard. She threw her cunt at his mouth. Her head began to whip from side to side. Her mouth hung open. Her muscles began to spasm. An expression of pleasurable torment covered her face.
Maggie's hands flew to her tits and began to fondle the solid mounds. "I'm going to cum!" she gasped.
Jeff flicked his tongue rapidly back and forth over Maggie's clit. Her luscious body responded tumultuously, jerking in great shudders. He slipped a finger into her soggy hole and churned it around while his tongue flayed at her clitoris.
Maggie lifted her legs in the air, tipped her cunt up to Jeff's mouth and squealed with pleasure. She grabbed his head with both hands, entwined her fingers in his thick, curly hair, and pulled his mouth tighter to her bubbling gash.
Jeff played with Maggie's clit a while longer, then used fingers from both hands to open her pussy wide. He put his mouth and tongue fully into the open gash. He ran his tongue up and down the full length of the wet slit, whipping his lapper over the pink folds of flesh.
"Enough! Enough!" Maggie moaned, pushing Jeff's head away from her crotch. "You've got a wicked tongue, baby, but I want to cum on your cock." She let her feet fall to the floor and leaned against Marcia.
"He's a natural when it comes to eating pussy," Ed said.
"Oh, come now, Ed, you're no slouch either, when it comes to licking the ladies," Jeff said. "Ginger, let him give your sweet little snatch a lick or two. If you get too hot, just grab onto his ponytail and ride it out."
Ed got between Marcia's open thighs and gazed at the brunette's succulent twat. The thick, curly brown hair framed her amazingly chubby pink lips and stayed full and abundant all the way past her asshole.
Marcia pulled her feet up on the couch and put her heels against her buttocks. She scooted her ass forward until her pussy was just beyond the edge of the cushion, and lay back. She spread her knees and pushed her pussy right up to his mouth.
"See what experience will do for you?" Maggie said teasingly. "She automatically gets in the right position."
"Listen to the pot calling the kettle black," Marcia retorted. "Play with my nipples while Ed eats me. Might was well make yourself useful."
"Maybe I want to play with my pussy while I watch Ed suck yours."
"You can wait a few minutes. You know it won't take me long to cum, and Hank will make your hungry pussy feel better than you can." Marcia pulled Maggie's hands to her hot tits and settled back for Ed to eat her pussy.
Ed nipped at the soft inner flesh of Marcia's knees. Licking and nibbling, he moved his mouth up one leg, skipped over the brown-furred crotch, and went down the other shapely leg. She rewarded him with a purr of pleasure. He flattened his tongue and ran it along the inside of her thigh, leaving a wide stripe of moisture along the tanned leg. His wet tongue tip trickled along the downy borders of her cunt. The gasps of pleasure from her lips mounted in fervor.
Pulling his head back a little, he licked his lips in anticipation. Suddenly, he fell on her pussy like a hawk swooping in for the kill. He licked his pointed tongue along her puffy slit. He slid one hand under her ass and plunged a finger into the rosette of her asshole.
"Whoooooo!" the brunette yelled, lifting her ass from the couch and swinging it around. "That's the way, baby!"
His tongue probed deeper into the brown-haired box. Her quim responded by opening up more. The flavor of her juice drove him wild. As his mouth devoured her savory sex hole, his finger pressed into her asshole and set up an alternating rhythm to his licking. As his rapturous tongue dove deeper into her fleshpot, she pushed her ass higher and began to writhe and buck. He stuck his finger all the way up her ass and held her between his hand and tongue. As she drew back for another hump, his finger kept her from going very far; consequently, her hips merely vibrated rather than humped.
His tactic caught her between a rock and a hard spot. Whichever side she went, the other side sent torrents of sensation pounding into her body and drove her back the other way. Her body began to vibrate all over as he licked deep into her hot twat and pressed the probing finger deep into her ass.
He stuck his thumb in her pulsing pussy. Rubbing his thumb and finger together, he felt the thin membrane separating his digits. He pushed down with his thumb, and her ass sank. He pushed up with his finger, and her ass rose. Either action added to her delightful dilemma as he drove her big clit wild with his tongue tip.
The contradiction of his calculated love play drove her mad. She felt like a twitching puppet on strings composed of a tongue, a finger and a thumb. She couldn't move her lower body very far in any direction without setting off additional erotic emotions.
She felt her orgasm well up deep in her womb and rush over her body like a tidal wave. A second, more fierce, climax cut her scream of joy short. Her body arched into a bow, supported by her feet and shoulders. One after another, the orgasmic eruptions wracked her body in an endless chain. Finally, they had to subside.
"Oh, God!" moaned Marcia. "Oh, baby, stop now. Please stop now. Let me catch my breath."
Ed relented, but not before one final twist of his thumb and finger, and a lingering lick along Marcia's throbbing slit. He sat back on his calves, grinning up at her
"Did you enjoy it, at least a little bit?" he asked innocently.
"Bastard!" Marcia gasped breathlessly. "Open up the door for you, and you don't know when to stop. My body is still vibrating."
Marcia didn't get much time to rest. The men were ready to sample some pussy. Hank's cock, particularly, looked as if it might burst.
"Next round," Jeff said. "Treat time for the guys. The women lie on the floor and the we'll go along the line, fucking you. We'll give each of you six strokes, then shift. Any man who cums is out. The last man to cum wins. Scout's honor, now. Six strokes each, then move."
"Wins what?" Hank asked. "What's the prize?"
"Hell, I don't know," Jeff laughed. "We'll think of something when the times comes. Right now, let's just fuck!"
"Sounds like fun to me!" Maggie said. "Three cocks, one after the other."
"Yeah, for six strokes each," Marcia said. "What happens if we're cumming when it's time to shift?"
"You can finish on the next cock," Maggie said. She grabbed Marcia's hand and pulled her to the floor. "Come on, let's play their little game for a while. Maybe a couple of them can last long enough to satisfy us."
Jeff and Ed vied for the right to' go first. Hank didn't care who went first. Each man was going to get the chance to dip his wick in each pussy time and again, anyway. He wanted to be the last to cum so he could name the prize. He wanted both women working on him at the same time. Or maybe he'd fuck one from the rear while she ate the other one. Or, maybe.. . anyway, he was going to get the prize-after all, he arranged for the women to fuck them.
Ed got between Maggie's legs and thrust his stiff rod into her slippery hole. She sighed deeply and began to hunch at him. It seemed as if he had scarcely started fucking her when he withdrew and moved to Marcia. Jeff shoved his cock into her and she forgot about Ed.
Jeff gave Maggie a couple of strokes and she started cumming. She grabbed his waist with her legs, hoping to lock him so he would give her a good cum. He played the game straight, however, and withdrew after his allotment of six strokes.
"Nooo!" Maggie wailed. "I'm cumming!"
"Hank will finish you off," Jeff said as he moved to Marcia.
Maggie was humping and twisting so much Hank had to hold her hips still to get his big cock into her. He hit bottom and she began to gyrate harder. He grit his teeth and held his breath to keep from dropping his load in her avidly sucking, squeezing cunt. He gave her six furious strokes, then had to fight her clenching cunt muscles to get away from her.
"God," Hank muttered, "she's got cunt muscles like a fist."
Ed replaced Hank, nuzzling the head of his weapon up between the gaping lips of Maggie's cunt. She was still cumming, one orgasm after the other rolling over her. He buried his fuck spear to the hilt with one hard thrust, then began to fuck her with mighty strokes. Each plunge pushed higher and higher. She screamed and wailed, her mind consumed with her lust. She didn't know who was fucking her. And didn't care. She had a cock in her cunt, and she was still cumming. Her orgasms were not as strong now, but they kept coming, one after the other in a continuous string.
Ed came first. He simply couldn't resist Maggie's tight, spastic cunt. He wanted to continue, to fuck each pussy at least once more. She didn't allow that luxury, however. She milked the cum out of his cock before he knew what was happening. He took his place on the couch and watched the rest of the action.
Marcia got Jeff's cum. The inflexible contractions started deep in his gut just as he pulled out of Maggie and moved to Marcia. Marcia knew from the way his cock was throbbing that she would get his cum. She wrapped her legs around his waist and began to plunge her cunt up and down his prick. She finished him off in seconds, and he joined Ed on the couch.
That left Hank as the only cock still in the game. He gave each of the young women a good fucking, and a good orgasm. When he reached Marcia again, she was determined to get some more cum in her.
"I'm going to get your cum," Marcia told him. "Load me up, lover!"
Hank had wanted to get back to Maggie again and make her cum even harder, but he was content to be the winner. So he filled Marcia's wish, and her cunt. Relaxing his muscles, he left his cum pump into her while she screamed in joy and humped her ass like a wild woman.
Hank pulled out of her cunt and headed for Maggie, big droplets of cum hanging from the end of his cock. He crawled between her legs, and she did a partial back flip and rolled away from him.
"You're the winner, Hank. Save that hard-on for the next round. You get to name the next game. What's your pleasure?"
Hank tried to think. Right then, however, all of his brains were in the end of his cock. He couldn't think of anything but getting his big prick into a pussy again.
Ed took charge again. Scuttling over to Maggie, he turned the young woman over onto her hands and knees.
"Hank, you fuck Penny from the rear. Ginger, you get under her and lick her clit while Hank fucks her. After Hank finishes with you, we'll sit on the couch and the two of you can go along the line, blowing us."
"What about my pussy?' Marcia demanded.
"She'll get your pussy."
Maggie got over Marcia in reverse and Hank entered her from the rear. She felt as if she could get addicted to such a big cock. She hadn't enjoyed herself so much in days. She didn't know how much more she could cum, or how much longer she could stay in the game.
She didn't care. She loved sex and she loved to cum. She pushed her face into Marcia's crotch as Hank pumped into her.
Later that afternoon, Maggie and Marcia climbed into their cheap little doodlebug and roared off down the street.
The three exhausted young men stood on the doorstep and watched them drive off.
Jeff turned to Hank and said, "You outdid yourself this time, old buddy. Those two are mighty fine pieces of ass. Think you can get them back next Sunday?"
"Doubt it," Hank said regretfully. "I don't know their last names. Hell, I don't even know their real names! When I fucked the blonde the other night, she called herself Abigail, or some such name."
"She's not a blonde," Ed said. "She's a redhead."
"Well, maybe reddish-blonde," Jeff said. "Her bush looks red, but the hair on her head looks more blonde. I saw some streaks of red when the sunlight hit her head."
"Redhead, blonde, who gives a shit," Hank said. "She sure can fuck."
They laughed and went back inside the house. None of them had any inkling of the real reason Maggie and Marcia spent the afternoon draining their cocks.
CHAPTER TWO
Hank Bailey picked up his wife from the neighborhood health club.
"Do you have time for me tonight?" Sylvia asked, trying to keep the plea out of her voice. She hated to beg any man for anything. She particularly hated to beg her husband to fuck her. "We haven't made love in a couple of weeks."
After his afternoon with Penny and Ginger, or whoever the hell they were, Hank felt pretty damned good. He just hoped he could get it up again so soon. Those two little wenches could get cum out of a brass monkey.
"Sure, honey," he said congenially. "Didn't realize it had been that long."
Sylvia snorted inwardly. He knew. He always knew. She trapped him by asking him to drive her to the health club and pick her up, so he couldn't weasel out this time. She knew he regularly fucked younger women. She put up with his dalliances because half a loaf was better than none. That's what she got for marrying for security instead of love.
While Hank showered, Sylvia stood in front of the mirror, ran her fingers through her long blonde hair and looked deep into her face. Deep in her gut, she knew she looked old. She was only thirty-eight, two years older than Hank, but still she worried every day about becoming a wrinkled old woman and losing Hank to a younger woman.
She practically lived at the health club, working out for hours every day. She wished Hank would take the time to notice her efforts. He was always too busy, too worried about his job, too preoccupied with his football, or whatever excuse he could think up on the spur of the moment.
She stepped back and looked at her reflection of the full-length mirror. Her five-foot, six-inch frame was lean and trim. Her firm, luxurious breasts only helped to emphasize the slimness of her waist and well-rounded hips. Her deep blue eyes, fringed with long lashes, carefully checked the thick, flowing strawberry-blonde hair, the flawless creamy skin, the sprinkle of freckles across the top of her breasts, the happy mouth that no longer smiled as much as it should.
Sylvia knew that she was beautiful, that the bits and pieces of her face were put together in just the right way, but it didn't matter if Hank didn't notice, or didn't care any more.
A king-size bed sat in the middle of the large room. She had furnished the room carefully, to achieve just the right blend of comfort and sensuousness. An ornately carved, full-length mirror stood by the fireplace. Next to it stood an antique chaise covered in woven material of multiple shades of soft rose to deepest burgundy. A low oblong antique table sat at the end of the bed. On it sat a bouquet of champagne-colored roses.
A heavy, luxuriously soft, furry bedspread covered the bed. A multitude of pillows in various sizes, in all shades of rose, cream and burgundy were artfully arranged at the head of the bed.
She lay on the chaise and tingled as she waited for Hank to come out of the shower. She closed her eyes and pictured his firm, tan body, thick brown hair, dancing brown eyes, and divine, sensual lips. He exuded sex appeal. She really couldn't blame the women who flocked after him. She just wished that she was secure enough in herself not to feel jealous or lonely when he paid attention to them.
Hank approached her, fresh from his shower, smelling of English Leather.
Sylvia felt the old familiar stirring in her loins. "Lie beside me," she whispered. "Touch me. Kiss my nipples. Lick me between the legs."
"Tell me you want me to lick your pussy," he said gruffly as he lay down by her.
She closed her eyes and shivered. "I want you to lick my pussy," she whispered. "Suck my cunt until I scream. Fuck me out of my stupid mind!"
Hank surrounded one lovely pink nipple with tender lips and let his tongue flutter lightly on the tip of the bud of turgid flesh.
His touch sent sparks of carnal pleasure shooting through her and opened the floodgate of her passion. She felt her nipples stiffen and her large tits swell.
"Harder!" she said. "Suck my tits! Chew on my nipples!"
"Now you're talking my language," he muttered.
He surrounded one areola with a full-mouthed, firm kiss, and began to lash the tip of her tit with his tongue. She squirmed with lust and tangled her fingers in his hair. She curled the fingers of her other hand and raked her long, sharp nails harshly up his spine.
He sucked and licked and chewed on her rock-hard nipple while his hand slipped down her flat belly and between her shapely thighs. He palmed her fleece-covered mound, raised his head and fastened his lips to hers for a deep kiss.
He licked the soft inner flesh of her lips as his fingers roughly parted the delicate folds of flesh at the top of her slit. His rough treatment, and the knowledge that he would soon put his mouth on her pussy, made her passion mount. Her breath came in sharp, deep gasps.
He drove his tongue into her humid mouth and plunged his finger into her sopping hole. She sucked rigorously on his tongue and lunged her cunt at his finger. He rolled her clitoris roughly beneath his finger. Her hips began to churn and hump vigorously.
Hank licked along Sylvia's jaw and sucked a hickey on her neck. He gently bit her tender skin as his mouth moved down to her tits. He bit her nipples and licked under her tit and along the lower part of the mound. He took the bountiful mounds of flesh in his hands and squeezed them hard, made her nipples pop out, and bit the sensitive buds again. He slid lower and nipped until he reached his wife's belly button.
He stabbed his tongue into the indentation, and felt her shiver and inflate her belly. He went lower on her delicately flavored flesh, leaving a wet trail of sharp little nibbles. He paused at the hairline above her reddish blonde mound and ran his tongue back and forth through the curls. She arched her hips off the chaise as she pushed on the top of his head, urging him to go lower.
"Lick my cunt!" she hissed between clenched teeth. He was driving her nearly mad, intensifying the dire ache between her legs. With excruciating slowness, he inched his way down to her steaming snatch. "Suck my cunt! Bite my clit!"
He changed tactics, going from harsh to teasing, increasing her desperation. The tip of his tongue danced over her cunt lips as lightly as a butterfly landing on an orchid.
"Lick my cunt, damn you!" she moaned. "You're driving me crazy!"
"I know," he chuckled. "And you love it."
She shoved her tormenter's head down and threw her snatch at his face. At long last, he plastered his mouth to her aching, sopping slit. A sigh of near volcanic magnitude burst out of her throat.
"Aaahhh, yesss! That's it, lover! That's what I want, what I need so badly. Lick my clit, bite it, make it feel good!" she moaned as she tossed her head from side to side. Her long mane of strawberry-blonde hair covered and uncovered her passion-wracked face.
Hank tongued and sucked and nipped the swollen bud of her clit until it throbbed with a mixture of pleasure and pain. He cupped the distended knob with his lips and twirled his rapidly moving tongue around it. Sylvia's moans became louder as her passion mounted. If someone had been eavesdropping, they would have thought he was torturing her.
As it happened, someone did listen to her moans with great interest. Two people, dressed in black spandex outfits, black sneakers and black ski masks. They didn't care about her welfare. Her moans told them they didn't have to worry about getting caught as they efficiently, quietly, went about the business of selecting the most valuable booty to stuff in their sacks.
"Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" Sylvia groaned over and over.
Her hips settled into a steady, rhythmic rocking. Her rounded ass cheeks went higher off the chaise with each upward thrust as she churned toward orgasm. She began to knead her throbbing tit mounds. She grabbed her tender tit tips between her forefingers and thumbs and twisted them until the fat buds pulsated. The electric-like shocks from her tits and Hank's mouth on her cunt had her awash with passion.
Hank looked up and watched his wife's busy fingers play on her tits and worry her taut, rubber-like nipples. He increased the fervor of his licking, drove his tongue deep into her flowing pussy and tasted the sweet musk of her secretions.
Sylvia's hips snapped up and down vigorously and gyrated wildly. "My God! My God! I'm going to cum, baby, I'm going to cum! I can't stand it! I can't stand it! Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't ever stop! Let me die this way!" she mumbled. Her eyes rolled up in her head. Her body went into spasms as her orgasm built to a crescendo. It seemed an eternity before the hedonistic sensations began to subside.
He thought she would break his neck with her strong legs before her frantic movements stopped. He pushed her legs apart, ran the tip of his tongue over her shrinking pleasure button, then crawled up and lay down by her.
"God, that was good!" she murmured as she snuggled her husband's face between her large tit mounds.
The two silent, black-clad figures downstairs swung their bags of loot over their shoulders and stole out of the house like two Santa Clauses in reverse.
Sylvia lifted her husband's prick and looked at it admiringly. She loved to look at and fondle his long, thick prong. The shaft began to thicken as she pulled on it. She wondered if she should jack him off, suck him off, or fuck him. She decided she would jerk and suck him a few minutes, then top-fuck him. She got on her knees and took him in her mouth. Her head began to bob slowly up and down, her hot mouth covering his dick, her tongue barely touching it. She reached between his legs and began to yank and squeeze his balls with a pressure just short of painful. She flicked her tongue back and forth, then suddenly wrapped it around the glans, bringing a groan of excitement from his lips. He lifted his head and stared at his beautiful wife as she gnawed on his bone. She slid her tongue up the underside of his dick with a rippling movement, then opened her mouth wide and let the head of his phallus slip into her throat.
Abruptly, she lifted her head, swung her leg over him, and sat down on his rod. "Lie still," she whispered hotly. "Let me fuck you."
Hank tensed all over as her hot, slippery channel engulfed his cock. Waves of sensations washed over him as her dynamic muscles applied pressure to his throbbing shaft.
Sylvia reached into her crotch and began to frig her clit as she rode his cock hard. Her sex gun fired almost immediately, then again and again. She slowed to catch her breath and felt his cock swell. Dismounting quickly, she grabbed his prick, held her open mouth over the crown and began to jerk him rapidly. She reached down with her other hand and squeezed his nuts.
His hips began to hunch up and down. She increased the speed of her jerking. His breathing became labored. She increased her speed again, jacking him as fast as she could. She felt his cock swell. She continued to jerk him rapidly, caught the crown of his cock between her lips and applied strong suction. He erupted and began to pump his semen into her suctioning mouth. He put one hand behind her head to hold it steady as he thrust his dick into her oral depths.
She ate his cum and continued to flog his dick as she slowly swallowed his pulsating shaft. She took him so far she had to stop beating his prick. She held her lips against the side of her hand as he gave her the last of his load and his huge prick began to droop. She did a thorough job of draining him, taking every drop of his cum, leaving his prick as clean as if she had washed it.
"God, baby, that was wonderful, just wonderful," he moaned. "I love to cum that way."
Why don't we do it more often? I love to suck your cock. I love the way you eat my pussy. And I love to fuck you. Why don't you pay more attention to me? Why do you run around fucking young women when you have all the pussy you can handle right here at home? My pussy might not be quite as tight as theirs, but I can make up for it with skill and knowledge and desire. I fuck you because I love you. They fuck you because they want something!
"I'm famished!" he said, interrupting her thoughts just as she was about to speak. "Let's go downstairs and get a snack."
"Okay," she agreed. Why don't you say something? Tell him you want him home more often. Why do you always chicken out at the last moment and let a bad situation continue? "Fucking always makes me hungry."
As they crossed the living room, Sylvia let out a little cry and grabbed Hank's hand. "Something is wrong, Hank," she whispered, "I have the strangest feeling. Turn on the lights!"
"You're just being spooky," he said. "You've always been afraid of the dark."
"No, this is different. Someone has been here. I can feel it. Turn on the lights!"
Hank sighed with resignation and crossed the room to turn on the lights. Sylvia looked around and gasped.
"I told you! The Monet painting is gone!" She hurried into the dining room and turned on the lights. "They took our sterling silver tea service your folks gave us as a wedding gift." She opened the drawers of the buffet. "The silverware and solid silver napkin rings and my antique Irish lace linen. Everything of value is gone, Hank! Everything!"
"Whoever did it sure is gutsy," Hank said, looking around the room. "Walked right in here while we were home. Left everything as neat as a pin. Almost like they knew what they were after. Weird!"
"God, it scares the hell out of me to think they were down here robbing us while we were upstairs making love! Call the police."
CHAPTER THREE
Sgt. Newkirk and Sgt. Dillon of the burglary detail took their time looking over the living room and dining room.
"What did they get?" Sgt. Newkirk asked.
"A Monet painting worth over fifty thousand dollars, our sterling silver tea service, the silverware, all my antique Irish linen," Sylvia said. "I'll have to make a complete inventory."
Hank added, "Yeah, it's kind of strange. They left everything as neat as a pin. Almost like they knew what they were looking for and where to find it."
"Yep, same M.O. as the other cat burglaries," Dillon said. "He seems to know the layout of the place before he even gets there. Mighty odd."
"Cat burglaries? We aren't the only ones?" Sylvia asked.
Sgt. Newkirk stroked his luxurious chestnut-brown moustache before he answered. "Nope. Been happening all over town. Random pattern, same M.O., houses only. We call him a cat burglar because he's silent as a cat. Nobody ever hears him or sees him. And he works only at night."
"Where were you two while the burglary was taking place?" Newkirk asked.
Sylvia blushed and dropped her eyes.
"Upstairs," Hank said. "In the bedroom."
"And you didn't hear anything?" Dillon asked.
"Uh, no, we were watching TV. We had the volume up pretty loud."
Newkirk looked at Hank and Sylvia and asked, "Had any visitors lately? Say, in the last couple weeks? Given any dinner parties, anything like that, where you used your silverware and linen and so forth?"
Sylvia replied, "No"
"Well, I had some of my buddies over here this afternoon to watch the football game," Hank said. "While you were at the health club, honey."
"Nobody else?"
Hank fidgeted. "Uh, no, nobody. Just Ed and Jeff. And they wouldn't do anything like this! They're my best friends!"
"Well, okay, we'll write up a report and see what we can do," Dillon said.
"Don't expect too much," Newkirk added. "As usual, he didn't take anything with a serial number we can trace. Even if we found something in a pawn shop that matched the description of your stuff, couldn't prove it came from here."
"I thought the police were supposed to protect us," Sylvia snapped. "Or, at least solve the crime."
"We can't help those who don't help themselves," Brown said tiredly. "You don't even have dead bolts on the doors, let alone an alarm system. The same old story, folks fill a house with valuables, and leave them totally unprotected. I assume you do have insurance."
"Yes," Sylvia said, "but insurance doesn't cover the sentimental value."
Driving back to the station, Newkirk looked at his partner and said, "You know, Ray, I got one of my hunches again. I just don't think Mr. Hank Bailey told us all there is to tell. I don't doubt he had his buddies over to watch the football game, but he's had somebody else there recently, too. Maybe he brought home a little dolly while his wife was out and she had a chance to case the place."
"Oh, Mark, you and your hunches! What if he did screw some chick while his wife was out? A girl couldn't cart away all that stuff."
"She could be a shill. Or she told somebody, who told somebody. If I wanted to burgle rich homes, I'd find me a little tart, sic her on the target, give her a few extra bucks for information."
"So, are we saying we should check every whore in town? Or try to chase down every girl who lets a guy pick her up and take her home for a quick screw while wifey is out? Hell, Mark, that would take forever, and we'd still miss some."
"You just wait," Newkirk said confidently. "We'll see if I'm not right."
CHAPTER FOUR
Maggie and Marcia stashed their loot, then stripped off their cat suits.
"God, that thing gets hot!" Maggie said. "I'm always so damned glad to get out of it."
"No free lunch, dear," Marcia said. "Everything has a price."
"Speaking of price, I wonder if Mister Hank Bailey knows how much his little orgy this afternoon cost him," Maggie laughed.
"We must not have drained him completely," Marcia said. "Did you hear the way his wife was carrying on upstairs? I'll bet we could have loaded up the whole house and hauled it away, and she wouldn't have heard a thing!"
"Yeah. The way she was moaning and groaning, you'd think she hadn't had any nooky for a month!" Maggie giggled. "Maybe he spends so much time fucking around, she gets left out."
Marcia smiled at Maggie. "Speaking of nooky, I could use some of yours right now.
Sneaking around in someone's house while they fuck their heads off gives me such a rush!"
"Well, let's take a shower and see what we can do about that," Maggie said softly.
They came together under the warm water and hugged passionately. Maggie smiled dreamily as she kissed Marcia's lips, neck, and thick nipples. Marcia lifted her tits and held the heavy globes as Maggie rubbed their nipples together.
"You are so beautiful," Marcia said.
"Thank you, darling," Maggie whispered. "Did you know that I fell in love with you the moment we met?"
"The feeling was mutual," Marcia said.
Marcia pushed Maggie back and her liquid brown eyes drifted slowly up and down the redhead's compact little body. Her beautiful tits looked like a ripe cantaloupe had been peeled, cut in half and stuck on her chest. The opulent patch of red hair in her crotch spread over her lower belly and rambled down the inside of her shapely thighs.
Maggie cupped and caressed her tits as she posed proudly. "You make me so hot just by looking at me, darling," she breathed. "You like to look at my body, don't you?"
"You know I do," Marcia whispered, her mouth dry, her throat constricted. "Until I met you, I had no idea I liked girls. I was strictly a cock and balls woman."
"My tits aren't as big as yours."
"Your tits are beautiful, darling," Marcia said softly. "I love to fondle them and suck your nipples."
Maggie pulled Marcia to her and put her arms around the brunette. The feel of their tits and bellies rubbing together made their blood race faster and hotter. Maggie put her hands under Marcia's shapely ass cheeks and pulled her groin forward. She wriggled her ass, pressed their mounds together, and began a gentle grinding motion. Marcia put her arms around Maggie's neck and held on tightly. They rubbed mounds languidly, their passions building, their pussies getting wetter by the second.
"I can feel your big clit rubbing against mine," Maggie whispered. "Does it excite you as much it does me?"
The more Maggie rubbed, the shallower and faster Marcia's breathing became. She was experiencing delicious feelings and sensations. She was sure she could feel Maggie's clit rubbing against her own.
"Oh, God, yes!" Marcia said in a hoarse whisper, her breathing shallow and fast. "Yes, it excites the hell out of me! I'm going to cum!"
"Super, baby!" Maggie exclaimed excitedly.
"Get it! Let it happen! I love to make you cum."
Maggie clung to her girlfriend and continued her slow grinding motion, keeping their clits pressed tightly together. She stared into Marcia's liquid brown eyes as she hunched the girl's cunt.
"I want to hear it when you cum," Maggie whispered hotly. "I want you to tell me how much you like it."
"I love it!" Marcia moaned. "God, I love it!"
Marcia eyes glazed over as passion took hold. Her mouth fell open. She tightened her grip on Maggie's neck and hunched her cunt against the redhead's.
Maggie slid one hand into the crack of Marcia's ass and tickled her tight brown anus lightly, barely touching the puckered flesh. Marcia gasped. Her hips jerked harder.
"Now!" Marcia hissed.
Maggie continued to rub their cunts together and stuck the tip of her finger in the brunette's asshole.
"Yesss!" Marcia wailed as her pussy exploded. "Oh, my God, yesss!" Her orgasm passed as quickly as it had come.
"Are you okay?" Maggie asked tenderly. "Cumming standing up can be hard on the legs."
"I'm fine," Marcia said softly. "It didn't last long, but it sure was good! I was so keyed up I thought I would burst. That took the edge off very nicely."
"Let's get to bed and get comfortable while we fuck. You'll get to cum all you want."
Maggie slipped her arms around Marcia again and pulled her close. Their tits pressed together. She kissed the sexy young brunette full on the mouth.
Marcia's lips came alive as she thrust her tongue into Maggie's mouth. They hugged tightly, rubbing their pussies together again. Maggie's tongue fenced with Marcia's as they swapped spit and tasted the warm sweetness of the each other's mouth. Marcia liked the tenderness of Maggie's mouth, found it more yielding than a man's.
Maggie slid her hand slid down and caressed the satiny skin of Marcia's rounded ass. She ground her mouth against Marcia's as she pulled the brunette's ass forward and scrubbed their pussies together. After several moments of tender kissing and caressing, Maggie broke the kiss and leaned her head back.
"Marcia, dear Marcia. I just have to fuck you, darling. I'm so fucking hot!"
Marcia's pulse raced. "Yes," she whispered. "Let's fuck each other until we scream with joy"
"You're one up on me," Maggie teased. They held hands and hot-footed it to the bedroom. Maggie flipped the bedspread back, revealing black satin sheets. Gently, but firmly, she pushed Marcia down on the bed. Marcia's legs automatically fell open as she lay back.
"We owe Hank Bailey one thing. If he hadn't fired us from our lousy secretarial jobs, we wouldn't have become friends and business partners," Maggie said.
"Hmmm, don't forget lovers, darling," Marcia said softly as she put her hand between her legs and rubbed her hairy slit. "Thinking about your tongue in my pussy sets me on fire."
"Relax and follow my lead," Maggie said.
Satiny flesh rubbing satiny flesh made a delicate rustling sound as they rolled onto their sides facing each other and came together. The electrifying touch of four hard nipples pressing together made them gasp. Maggie entwined her legs with Marcia's shapely gams.
Marcia's face was flushed deep red with excitement. Her eyes glittered as she looked into Maggie's deep green eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, savoring the thought of what they were going to do with one another.
Maggie kissed Marcia again, long and deep and passionately. Marcia's tongue thrust against Maggie's with an impatient urgency. Maggie fondled the brunette's large, firm tits. Marcia moaned when Maggie pinched and pulled her hard nipples.
Maggie pushed her hand between them, covered Marcia's mound, and stuck her finger into the brunette's sopping hole. She caressed Marcia's polished thighs as she turned and stretched out on her left side, her feet toward Marcia's head, her own head near Marcia's crotch. She flexed her left knee and put her foot flat on the bed, opening her crotch so Marcia could see her pussy. She pushed Marcia's legs open, slid her cheek along the soft flesh on the inside of the brunette's thigh, and kissed her pussy.
Marcia gasped and bucked. Maggie rubbed her face in Marcia's luxuriant bush. The loosely curled brown hair felt as soft as the softest fur against her cheek.
"Do it!" hissed Marcia. "Eat my Pussy!"
"Patience, my lovely one. We have plenty of time. We don't have to get up and go to work in the morning. We've done our day's work tonight!"
"Ooohhh," Marcia sighed, giving way to Maggie's stronger personality.
Maggie's long, pointed pink tongue snaked out from between her own red lips and made contact with the coral lips of Marcia's pussy. She ran her tongue up and down the hairy slit until the tender lips began to unfold like the petals of delicate blossom opening to embrace the rising sun.
Marcia moaned and flexed her lovely legs. Her muscles were taut with anticipation and expectation. She looked into Maggie's crotch. Slowly, she put one hand out and touched the hair around Maggie's pussy. Maggie's hips wriggled in response. She traced the tip of her finger down the full lips, then eased it into Maggie's wet cunt hole.
"Aaahhh, baby, that feels good," Maggie whispered. "Look at my pussy. Touch it. Play with it. Make me feel as good as I'm going to make you feel."
Marcia's juice seeped out of her cunt and filled her slit. Maggie's taste buds tingled as she licked up the sweet elixir. The aroma of the brunette's tender young cunt excited her. Her tongue glided between the inner lips, along the slick pink slit, and into the juicy hole. She stabbed her tongue into the tight little opening and kissed the puffy lips.
Marcia put both hands in the redhead's crotch, used the fingers of one hand to pull the deep gash open and ran the tip of one finger up and down the wet slit. The sensations in her own pussy made her giddy with euphoria. She felt an orgasm begin to stir deep in her belly.
Maggie covered Marcia's soft, furry pussy with her mouth and thrust her tongue into the young brunette's sex pot again and again, tongue-fucking her enthusiastically. Marcia's hips began to hunch, mimicking a fucking motion. She made her tongue flat and broad and dragged her tongue up Marcia's slit to her bulging clitoris.
Marcia gasped as Maggie's tongue swiped across the turgid bud of sensitive flesh. She kissed the redhead's pussy, just a light, quick peck to tease her. Then she put her mouth on Maggie's nether mouth and kissed it passionately.
Maggie began to lick Marcia's clit lightly, coaxing the pulsing point of flesh out of its hood. The big nodule popped out and stood tall and ready for servicing. She slid her hands behind the brunette, cupped her ass, and pulled the girl's groin forward.
Marcia kissed Maggie's pussy again and the tip of her tongue slid out to touch the gash. Her tongue moved out further when Maggie licked her clit the first time. Then it shot out and began to lick rapidly up and down the wet slit as Maggie began to tongue her clit rapidly. In a seemingly involuntarily gesture, Marcia transferred to Maggie's pussy the pleasure she felt from the redhead's tongue in her own cunt.
Maggie stopped licking Marcia's clit long enough to say, "Let's cum together, darling."
Maggie pursed her lips around Marcia's clit, held it gently as she applied a slight sucking pressure, and began to run the tip of her tongue over the pulsing stud. She steadily increased the speed of her tongue on the fleshy button until Marcia's belly began to heave with erotic tension and her hips hunched faster.
Maggie's cunt became hotter and frothier. Marcia licked the salacious gash, then slid her tongue up and began to lash her clit.
Maggie momentarily drew her head back and moaned, "Aaahhh, that's good, darling." An expression of sheer delight and eager anticipation covered her face.
Marcia hunched closer to Maggie so their bodies touched from their tits to their bellies. She also slid her hands behind Maggie's ass and cupped the redhead's rounded buttocks.
The women held each other tightly as they bucked and twisted and licked and sucked, inching closer and closer to their explosions, each trying to make the other pop her sex gun first. Moans and groans of licentious bliss drifted up from their crotches as their tongues performed their gratifying task.
A steady torrent of vitality, generated by Maggie's dynamic tongue, flowed through Marcia's animated body. The energy rushed through her, finally reaching the tip of her tongue, where she transferred it to Maggie's clit.
Marcia's body became more convulsive. Maggie clung to her, her tongue going lickety-split to bring out the brunette's climax. She willed herself to hold back until Marcia started cumming.
She didn't have to wait very long. Marcia's body jerked violently, then became spastic. She momentarily forgot to tongue Maggie's clit as her climax gripped her, then she resumed her oral action and brought Maggie off with her.
The young women thrashed and bucked in unison as they came tumultuously, their tongues flicking furiously. Neither could scream with a mouth full of hairy cunt flesh, but their moans and groans and snuffles spoke volumes.
Marcia released Maggie and fell over onto her back, her eyes wide and glazed, her mouth agape as she panted for breath. "God damn!" she wheezed.
"Is that for your orgasm, or what you did to me?"
"Both! That was one hell of an orgasm."
"Yes, indeed, it was! I liked it, liked it a lot."
"Not bad for a backward little country girl, huh?"
"Not bad at all, darling! I remember how reluctant you were the first time I tried to get your head between my legs. You've sure come on strong since you decided that licking pussy isn't so bad." Maggie stretched and yawned. "This little celebration was great, but I guess we'd better give it up for now. We need to get our rest so we'll be sharp for tomorrow night."
"Yeah," sighed Marcia. "The goodies from Hank's house were quality stuff, just lying around for the taking. Boy, give men a whiff of pussy, and they lose all their common sense."
"Honey, when a man's cock gets hard, his brains all drain into the head of the damned thing! You know, girl, if our luck holds out, we'll have a nice fat bank account before long, then we can retire and start a new career."
"Yeah, I know," Marcia said wistfully. "But it's so exciting! I'm going to miss the action when we quit."
"I know, honey, but we agreed. We quit just as soon as we save enough money to get a new start. If we stay in this business too long, we're bound to get caught."
"Yeah, you're right," Marcia agreed. "And I don't like pussy well enough to spend the next several years behind bars with women."
CHAPTER FIVE
Detective Sergeant Mark Newkirk drove his car into the garage assigned to his apartment and shut off the engine. He got out with a tired sigh and plodded to the overhead door, wishing for the thousandth time that he had an automatic door closer.
He stretched up for the rope to pull the door down, and a quick series of painful blows struck him. The last thing he remembered before he passed out was a gruff voice growling, "Leave my woman alone!"
He came to in a bed, with two lovely young women hovering over him with worried looks on their faces.
"How do you feel?" Maggie asked.
"like a damned semi ran over me. What the hell happened? Where am I? Who are you?"
"One question at a time," Marcia chuckled. "You weren't hit by a semi. Maybe a small car. Looks like someone beat you pretty good."
"You're in our bed," Marcia said. "We found you lying by your garage when we took out the trash."
Mark looked at their matching baby doll pajama outfits and tried to grin. "Dressed like that?"
"We have a couple of robes around here somewhere," Marcia said. "We wear them when the law demands."
"Who're you to talk?" Maggie quipped. She ogled his naked body and waggled her eyebrows. "We undressed you to check for wounds. You aren't bleeding, but you've got some pretty nasty bruises. My name is Maggie Moore. And this sexy gal is my friend and roomie, Marcia Meyer. Now, who are you?"
"Mark Newkirk. I guess we're neighbors. Boy, I'm sure glad you two lovely girls came along. I might have been out there all night."
"We cleaned you up and gave you what little first aid we know. I'm not a doctor, but I don't think you're hurt too badly. A day or so of rest, and you'll be good as new."
"Looks like he's getting better already," Marcia said "At least one muscle didn't get hurt."
Newkirk lifted his head and watched his cock rise slowly. "How about that? And me stuck in your bed and that thing is beginning to hurt like hell."
Maggie grinned mischievously at Marcia. "My, my! That is a pretty big muscle to be hurting!"
"Boy, you aren't kidding!" Marcia said "A muscle that size must be very painful!"
"Want to nurse him back to health?" Maggie asked her girlfriend.
Marcia started getting excited. A big smile spread across her face and she began to openly play with her nipples. "What do you think?"
Mark put his hands on Maggie's hips and began pulling the bottom of her filmy baby doll pajamas down. "You've got a fabulous body," he said softly. "You'd make one hell of a model. Your skin is simply perfect. Not a blemish anywhere. And your figure is absolutely perfect for modeling."
Maggie knew a line of bullshit when she heard one. She really didn't care. This guy had a cock just too good to believe, and he was literally their captive. She knew Marcia wanted some of that beautiful piece of meat as much as she did. She wasn't about to pass up an opportunity like this!
She gave Marcia a sexy smile as she knelt on the bed by Newkirk. He slid his hands under the top of her thin pajama top and touched her swollen tits. Her breathing quickened when he touched her nipples. She opened her mouth, but instead of speaking, she ran her tongue over her lips as though savoring some delicious food. He could feel the buds hardening under his touch, swelling with obvious desire. Maggie leaned forward and pressed her firm mounds into his hands.
Marcia caught Newkirk's eye, licked her lips and smiled. She pulled her pajama top over her head and tossed it across his legs. She pushed the bottoms down, picked them up with her big toe, and kicked them in the air. She knelt on the bed with her legs spread and ran her hand over her furry mound.
Newkirk sat up and pulled Maggie's top off. He hefted her tits and kissed her nipples, then presented the mounds to Marcia. She leaned over and licked her girlfriend's nipples, then kissed each one tenderly. He played with Marcia's tits as Maggie wiggled out her pajama bottoms. He looked from one luscious girl to the other, and his prick thickened with eager anticipation.
Maggie crawled behind Newkirk, wrapped her arms around his chest and mashed her bare tits into his back. He continued to play with Marcia's tits with one hand, slid his other hand down to the expanse of hair-covered flesh between her thighs, and stuck one finger between the sleek lips of her pussy.
"Aaahhh!" Marcia groaned, her voice deep and husky, her brain reeling.
His finger snaked between the sleek lips of her twat and touched her clitoris. Marcia twitched and put her hand on top of his. He thought she was trying to stop him. Then she pulled another finger out and stuck it in her cleft with the first one.
"You like that, don't you?" he whispered hoarsely. "You want my ringers stroking your cunt, don't you?"
Marcia opened her legs a little wider and hunched her cunt mound up. He began to probe the quivering wet folds and creases of the girl's sensitive, palpitating pussy. She wiggled her round ass in a frantic attempt to get more of his hand into her. He plunged deeper and deeper into the warm, open flesh. Her thighs spread further apart.
Marcia lay down and plastered her naked body against Newkirk's naked body. His stiff prick poked into her lower belly. She glued her mouth to his, plunged her tongue into his mouth and pumped it back and forth in imitation of a cock going in and out of a pussy. She forced one hand between their bodies, grasped his prick, and pushed it down to her crotch.
Newkirk recognized that the time was ripe. He would have no problem fucking this pair of hot-to-trot pussies. "I want to fuck you," he whispered, loud enough for both women to hear.
"I want you to fuck me," Marcia replied, crazy with desire. "You don't think I'm going through all these gyrations just for exercise, do you?" she cackled.
"You're going to enjoy fucking her," Maggie said. "She hasn't fucked very much, and her pussy is real tight."
"Are you going to stay and watch?" Newkirk asked.
"God, yes!" Maggie said. "Marcia, you don't mind, do you?" Newkirk said.
"Are you kidding?" Marcia exclaimed. "I want her to watch! Everybody can watch!" She rolled onto her back and automatically spread her legs. "Come on, big boy, let's see how much of that gorgeous cock I can take."
Newkirk got on his knees between Marcia's legs. She grabbed his rampant rod and pulled it toward her gash. Now was not the time for finesse or delay. She wanted his huge, hot cock reaming her cunt.
She shuddered as the tumescent length of his cock homed in on the waiting tunnel of love it sought so avidly. And that so avidly sought it. He lurched forward, slamming his pelvis against hers with a loud thump as his shaft rammed into the delicate folds of cunt flesh.
Maggie rubbed her hands over Newkirk's back, then reached between his legs from the back and cupped his balls in one hand as she caressed the cheeks of his ass with her other hand. Having the other girl so close, so much a part of the action, raised his level of excitement almost to the boiling point.
The contracting sheath of Marcia's pussy sucked at him as he screwed his hips around, grinding his crotch into hers and stuffing her cunt full of hard, hot cock. Her mouth opened in hot-blooded pleasure and incoherent groans of fulfillment burst from her throat.
Newkirk found the going tight and tortuous. He had expected as much. A cock the size of his almost always caused trouble, especially when the woman hadn't fucked a lot. He had to work to get all the way in. Marcia cried out and shook her ass, trying to help him get it in.
"Oh, shit!" he moaned, his prick better than halfway in. "You're so fucking tight! Just wonderful. Hang on, baby, and we'll make it!"
"Will it all go in?" Marcia asked anxiously. "Can I take it all?"
"Sure you can, honey," Maggie said soothingly. "And you'll just love it when he gets it all in. Relax now, and let him fuck you."
Marcia couldn't relax, but she wanted Newkirk to fuck her with his huge tool. He screwed his cock all the way into her, puffing with the exertion of his efforts. His monster weapon caused her a little pain at first, but she was determined to take it all. His thighs pressed against her legs. He didn't try to pull back against the tightness of her clamping cunt muscles, but stayed deep inside her. He made his prick throb so she could feel it way up her cunt.
Maggie stuffed her hand between their bellies. Her hand brushed against the lips of Marcia's pussy, then she began to finger the brunette's clit.
Marcia felt a burning sensation as Maggie fingered the hard nub. The tip of the redhead's finger slid around easily in the juicy slit. The burning changed to jolts of electricity, jumping through Marcia's abdomen like bolts of lightning. Her active sheath quivered against his throbbing prick.
Her channel began to loosen and go fluid as Maggie fingered her clit. Lust overpowered the initial fear of taking his monstrous prick inside her. She felt his cock slide back until the big bulb on the end was just inside the lips of her cunt. The fantastic sensation thrilled her. Maggie rolled her clit under her finger, making it stand up from its hood in a state of full erection. He came back into her, gliding easily with less effort. She took all of him with ease.
"That's good," he whispered. "Now we'll really fuck."
Marcia concentrated on his prick and how it felt inside her. Her body began to sizzle and her mind began to whirl. Newkirk began to thrust faster. Maggie pulled her hand out of the way. She knelt at Marcia's side and openly played in her cunt with fingers from both hands as she watched him fuck her horny girlfriend.
The walls of Marcia's cunt admitted Mark with ease as the flood of need came pouring forth. Her cunt swam with oil. Her body began to move in the age-old way to the most primeval of physical urges.
"Oh, fuck!" Marcia whimpered. "Your big cock feels good! Oh, God, so fucking good!" She took a deep breath and let it gush out. "I've never felt anything so big, so wonderful! Oh, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Newkirk didn't answer. What was there to say? His breathing deepened. His hands pushed and pulled at her hips, sending her ass around and around in tight circles. Her cunt made lewd, sloppy sounds as he drove into her and spattered her flood of fuck juice over the inside of her thighs.
The explosion came suddenly. She stiffened and shook and felt her tits swell to such proportions she thought they would burst at the tips. Her ass shook fitfully. She braced her legs and thrust upward to open herself to his powerful eruption. The walls of her pussy quaked and then strained as the rolling waves of orgasm began. Her whole pelvic area felt like it was melting. Dizzying waves of abandon coursed through her in glorious undulations. His cock seemed to rupture inside her pussy and added to her flood of orgasmic juice. He jammed his cock to the hilt and scrubbed his groin into her crotch.
CHAPTER SIX
Newkirk held Marcia for a while, spread-eagle on the bed.
"Oh, God, that was wonderful!" Marcia breathed. "Absolutely out of this world!"
"Yeah, wasn't it?" Newkirk agreed. "You were pretty damned good, too. I thought your tight little cunt was going to pull my cock off."
Marcia pushed on Newkirk's chest and he rolled away. Maggie's warm, greedy mouth closed over one of Marcia's up-thrust tit mounds. Marcia gasped. The redhead's mouth felt so damned good on her tit!
Maggie spent several minutes going from tit to tit, sucking and licking the hard nipples that Marcia pushed up to her mouth. Then she let her eyes drift southward to the mat of brown hair between Marcia's legs. A thin stream of white creamy jism seeped from the pink slit of her cunt, the abundant ooze clear evidence of Newkirk's heavy discharge.
Marcia wallowed in the twilight zone of allout satiation. Newkirk crouched down next to Maggie as she inclined her head closer and closer to the brunette's wet snatch. Marcia stirred as the redhead's lips brushed her smooth marble thighs and smooth, firm belly. He reached down and fondled Marcia's pussy. She smiled dreamily without opening her eyes. He used his fingers to spread the glistening labia, offering her coral-colored gash to Maggie.
Maggie accepted eagerly. She loved the taste of hot pussy. Pussy saturated with male sperm was a special treat. Her tongue swirled out and dipped into the spongy moist cleft. Marcia's body convulsed with pleasure.
"Aaahhh!" Marcia moaned happily. "Yesss!"
Mark grinned at Maggie as her tongue swooped down with broad licking strokes. Each swiping lap wiped up the heavy drops of his cum mixed with Marcia's juice. She hummed to herself, savoring the taste of the erotic, full-bodied concoction.
Marcia began to stir and writhe as her girlfriend orally serviced her hot cunt. The touch of Maggie's tongue felt wonderful-tender, delicate, and yet very demanding and knowledgeable. She began to squirm harder and whimper with mounting passion and her pussy began to quiver again.
Newkirk caressed her tits with both hands, rubbing his palms teasingly over her, holding the large, springy breasts between his hands and squeezing them to make her nipples stand up. His manipulations provoked louder moans from the excited brunette.
Maggie quivered all over, fighting the urge to turn around and press her own cunt into Marcia's face. She knew that she would pop her cork the instant Marcia's tongue touch her pussy, but she wanted more. She wanted to cum on a cock.
Marcia's ass began to twist and hunch and buck as the redhead's tongue circled with marvelous slowness, going around and around within the quivering folds of her cunt, over her clit and into her hole.
Newkirk whispered to Marcia, "Do you like the way she's eating your pussy, baby? Does it feel good?"
"Oh, God, yes, I love it! No one has ever eaten my pussy the way she does."
"Are you going to cum?"
"Yes! Oh, yes! I'm about to cum already!"
Maggie ran her tongue feverishly up and down the wet pink slit between Marcia's thighs. She licked and sucked and swallowed noisily, lapping up the natural flow of the brunette's pussy, relishing the taste of her girlfriend's pussy. Her tongue probed deep into the fleshy cleft of woman sex, coaxing additional offerings from the juicy slit. Then she began to wiggle the tip of her tongue on the protruding bud of Marcia's clit, sending thrills of ecstasy through the tormented girl.
Marcia was caught up in the passion, fired by the skilled tongue working on her clit. Her hips began to rock back and forth, driving her cunt into Maggie's face, fucking the redhead's mouth with her hot pussy.
With a vicious thrust upward, Marcia came like a thundering herd of buffalo, squealing and moaning and groaning with ecstasy as her body blasted into an orgasmic orbit. Her arms and legs jerked and flailed. Her body convulsed and trembled as quake after quake of lustful delight shook her to the core. She floated in the swirling eddies of euphoria, aware only of Maggie sucking voraciously at her cunt and clit.
Seconds before she drove Marcia mad, Maggie gave the brunette's pussy a kiss and sat up. "How about a glass of champagne?"
"I can use it," Marcia said. "My throat is dry and scratchy."
"That's what you get for screaming so much," Maggie teased.
"You made me scream," Marcia giggled. "Want to do it again?"
"After I fuck our neighbor's big cock honey," Maggie said. She hopped out of bed and left the room.
Marcia ran her hand over her mound. "God, my pussy feels good! That girl really knows how to lick clit!"
Maggie returned with three glasses of champagne.
"What's the occasion?" Newkirk asked.
"Oh, nothing," Maggie said. "We just like to treat ourselves special once in a while."
"Special ladies should treat themselves all the time," Newkirk said. "And you two are certainly special."
"You probably tell all the women you fuck the same thing," Maggie quipped.
"I shouldn't drink this stuff," Marcia said. "You know what happens to me when I do."
"Are you complaining?" Maggie asked, chuckling merrily.
"Oh, God, no! Tonight was certainly unexpected, though."
"The unexpected can sometimes be more fun," Maggie replied. "And our well-hung neighbor was certainly a nice surprise."
"Yeah, well, it certainly surprised the hell out of me!" Newkirk said. "But I sure did like it."
Maggie kissed him. "Did you like fucking my roomie? Was she good?"
"Terrific! Her pussy is so tight and hot. Right now, though, I'm looking forward to fucking you. How do you feel about that?"
"like I want to cum. Watching you fuck Marcia, and then eating her pussy, made me so hot and horny I can hardly stand it. How would you like it?"
"How about riding me? I like to have a woman on top where I can watch her face and play with her tits."
"One of my favorite positions," Maggie said as she pushed Newkirk onto his back and climbed over him. She gave him a big smile, lowered her cunt and swallowed his gigantic prick.
Marcia sipped her champagne and played with her clit as she watched her girlfriend ride their neighbor's cock.
In the wee small hours of the morning, after the girls had fucked Newkirk into exhaustion and sucked each other off a couple more times, they decided to call it quits.
Newkirk struggled into his pants and stood on wobbly legs. "How about dinner sometime?" he asked. He fished a card out of his coat pocket and handed it to Marcia.
Marcia lifted one eyebrow. "Oh, you're a cop?" she said as she handed the card to Maggie.
Maggie glanced at the card and shrugged. "Sure, I guess so."
"Well, good. We'll have a great time! Why don't you give me your phone number so I can call you about a definite time? I never know when I'm going to get off work, or get called out on a case. You know how it is. Lately, I've had to work a lot of evenings. My partner and I have been chasing a damn cat burglar all over town."
"Oh? Any luck?" Marcia asked.
"Not so far. He must be a big sucker to haul off the stuff he takes. Somebody's bound to spot him one of these days, then we'll nab him."
Maggie suppressed a knowing smile. "Our number is 555-7779. Call anytime. If we're not here, leave a message."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Newkirk's ass wiped out his tracks as he shuffled slowly into his office the next morning. He had a bandage on his forehead and a beauty of a purple bruise under his right eye.
Ray Dillon rubbed his partially bald head, looked at Mark and grinned. "What the hell happened to you?"
"You aren't going to believe this.. .I got beat up by some guy in my garage last night. I don't know who the hell he was, but he told me to leave his woman alone. Can you beat that?"
Dillon roared with laughter. "You better keep your dick in your pants, or somebody's gonna do you in."
"Maybe I'll have to spend more time with you," Mark said, giving Ray a limp-wristed wave.
"Oh, you're a real comedian this morning!"
"Well, enough of that. Let's get down to business. I've been thinking.. .I have a funny feeling that our Mister Bailey wasn't telling us the whole truth in front of his wife."
"Yeah, I had the same feeling. I think he knows something he doesn't want wifey to know. How do you want to handle it?"
"Let's go to his office. Catch him by surprise. If he still won't talk to us, we can be pretty sure he's trying to hide something important."
"Sounds good to me. Let's go see what he has to say for himself."
Hank Bailey kept the detectives waiting fifteen minutes, which made them even more suspicious. Then he surprised them with his friendly cooperation.
"Sit down," Bailey said cordially. "Sorry to keep you waiting. The boss was here, and I couldn't just throw him out. Would you like a cup of coffee?"
"Sure," Newkirk replied. "Black, no sugar."
"The same," Dillon said.
Bailey ordered the coffee and sat back in his chair. "I expected you to pay me a visit," he said. "You can understand why I didn't talk openly in front of my wife. My buddies and I had a couple of girls at the house last Sunday after the game. You suspected as much, didn't you?"
"We knew you were hiding something," Newkirk said. "Friends of yours or your buddies?"
"Neither, actually. Just a couple of girls. I met one of them in a bar the other night. We went to my car, and later I asked her if she wanted to come by Sunday. She not only wanted to, she brought along a friend. My wife doesn't know, so please keep this confidential. If she found out, she'd divorce me and clean me out!"
"We aren't interested in your marital problems," Newkirk said. "Describe the women."
"Young, in their mid-twenties, I'd say. They called themselves Penny and Ginger. Penny was about, oh, I don't know, maybe five-one or so. Nice tits and ass. Ginger was a little taller, bigger tits and more ass."
Newkirk looked at Dillon and shook his head. "Did they have hair? Was it long or short? What color? Any distinguishing features? Scars, tattoos, that kind of thing? A mustache, maybe? Something we can see without asking them to undress."
"Ginger was a brunette, with pretty brown eyes. Very expressive. Penny was a redhead. Well, I say she was a redhead. Jeff and Ed said she's a blonde."
"What would you call your wife? A blonde or a redhead?"
"Sylvia? Oh, she's a blonde." Newkirk shook his head again. This guy couldn't tell the difference between blondes and redheads. Well, he could understand. Half the women he'd encountered lately were redheads. "Do these girls have last names?"
"Probably," Bailey said flippantly. "We all do. I didn't ask. I don't think they used their right names anyway. You know, Penny, red hair, and Ginger, brown hair."
"Were they hookers?" Dillon asked.
"Don't think so. They didn't ask for money. I think they were just a couple of wild girls who like to have a good time."
"Did they?" Newkirk asked. "Have a good time?"
Bailey grinned. "Yeah. We all did."
"Any idea where we can find them?"
Bailey shrugged. "As I said, I don't know their names."
"What's the name of the bar where you met the one who called herself Penny?" Dillon asked.
"God, I don't know. I just wandered into the place. Sylvia went to her health club, and I was sort of at loose ends. It's in one of those strip shopping centers in the suburbs. Those places are as thick as fleas on a dog's back, you know. The redhead didn't call herself Penny that night anyway. Angela, or something. I don't remember."
"And they never said anything that would help you identify them?" Newkirk asked.
"Naw," Bailey said. "Look, we just fucked them, okay? Why are you interested in them anyway? I thought you were looking for some guy you call a cat burglar."
"We thought they might be working for the burglar," Dillon said. "Maybe picking up a married guy on the prowl, swapping a little pussy for the chance to case his house, then passing the information to the burglar."
"Naw, not those girls," Bailey said. "They waltzed in, undressed and got down to business right away. They couldn't have cared less about the house."
"Did either one leave the room at any time?" Newkirk asked.
"Not that I remember."
"Did they drive or take a taxi to your place?"
"They drove. An older car. One of those little foreign things. I can't tell them apart."
"And I suppose you don't happen to remember the license number."
Bailey shook his head. "Sorry, fellas. I don't notice that sort of thing. I never expected to see them again anyway. I don't think they had anything to do with the burglary, though. They were there Sunday afternoon, and the robbery took place that night. Hardly enough time to plan anything."
"Well, thanks for your time," Newkirk said. "If you think of anything that might help, give me a call." He gave Bailey his card, shook his hand, and left.
Driving back to the station, Dillon said, "Well, you were right. He was hiding something from his wife. Unfortunately, he didn't give us anything that helps. He could probably describe their pussies in detail, but he can't tell us what they look like."
"Yeah, he can't even tell the difference between a redhead and blonde. His wife is a strawberry-blonde. One of my neighbors is a true redhead. Cute girl. And hot as a firecracker. Maybe we should put his wife in a line-up with blondes and redheads so he can see the difference. Anyway, maybe he's right. Maybe the girls don't have anything to do with the robberies. Even if they do, we couldn't find them in a million years. The description he gave us, such as it was, fits at least half of the young women in the city. But let's be sure."
"How?" Dillon asked doubtfully.
"Interview the last ten victims. See if any girls visited the house shortly before the robberies. We'd better split up to save time. Drop in on the men where they work. We know they won't talk in front of their wives."
"Might turn up something," Dillon said. "We don't have anything else to go on, and the lieutenant will be all over our ass if we don't do something."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Newkirk drove straight to the Bailey house. He parked in the driveway and strode purposefully to the front door. He leaned on the doorbell, hoping Mrs. Bailey wasn't at the health club.
Sylvia Bailey answered the door barefoot, wearing a simple cotton housedress that buttoned down the front. "Well, Sergeant Newkirk. Did you come by to tell me you caught the burglar?"
"No, ma'am," he replied. Always on the prowl, his eyes automatically flicked up and down her body. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her unfettered nipples were trying to punch holes in her dress. He wondered if she was wearing panties. "I came by to see if you had anything else to add to the inventory you gave me."
Sylvia stepped back and opened the door for him to enter. "Can I get you something to drink?" she asked as she led him into the living room. "I'm having a Bloody Mary and watching the soaps. Typical housewife, huh?" She grinned weakly and shrugged. "Didn't feel like going to the club today."
"I'm on duty," he said.
"Well, at least you didn't say it's too early in the day." She picked up her glass and drank deeply. "My husband didn't tell you the truth, you know."
"Oh? About what?"
"He and his buddies might have watched the football game, but they had a woman here, too. Two, I think. I found two different colors of lipstick on the towels in the guest bathroom."
So, the girls did leave the room. Either alone or together. Probably together. A woman can't go to the John by herself if another woman is in the room. Didn't matter. Both had a chance to case the place.
"You'd better talk to him about that, ma'am."
She turned quickly to face him, her eyes wide and bright. "You already knew he brought in a couple of girls and screwed them, didn't you? You didn't come here about the inventory. You talked to my husband, and you came here to see if I wanted to get even with him. I saw the way you looked at me Sunday and just now when I answered the door."
Newkirk didn't answer. His eyes wandered slowly up and down her body.
"Sunday wasn't the first time," Sylvia said.
"He's been playing around for years. He thinks I'll divorce him and clean him out if I find out." She unbuttoned the top three buttons of her dress. "I found out a long time ago! I had a choice to make then, and I made it." She unbuttoned three more buttons of her dress. "I won't divorce him, sergeant. Not now, not ever. If he ever brings another woman into my house and screws her in front of me, I might shoot the son of a bitch, but I will not divorce him!"
She bunched up her dress and unbuttoned the last three buttons. She dropped the dress and let it hang open. She wasn't wearing panties. She kept her bush trimmed to a narrow slash of blonde hair along her slit.
She saw him looking at her pussy and smiled faintly. "I wear a thong bikini when I swim at the club," she said. "Hank won't let me wear something that leaves my ass bare when we're together. He thinks I have a nice ass and doesn't want other men to ogle me. Typical man, huh?"
"I wouldn't know," Newkirk said. "I don't see anything wrong with a woman wearing a thong bikini if she has a nice ass."
"My husband thinks I only work out at the club. I do, but not always the way he thinks. Two can play that game." She walked quickly to Newkirk, unzipped his pants and fished his cock out. "Good," she said softly as she began to yank his dick roughly.
"Don't pull the damned thing off," he muttered as he shucked off his coat and began to loosen his tie.
"Don't bother," she said. "You won't be here that long." She went to her knees, popped the head of his cock in her mouth and began to suck rigorously. His cock jutted out from his groin, the head broad and swollen, the shaft rapidly becoming solid. She turned away from him abruptly and got on her hands and knees. "Your cock is hard enough. Fuck me."
"Just like that," he said. He got on his knees behind her and flipped her dress up.
"Just like that," she replied. "You came here to fuck me, so get it done or get out. Push your pants down so the zipper doesn't tear up my pussy."
She looked back over her shoulder as he opened his belt and let his pants fall around his knees. His cock sprang up, fully erect, and bumped her bare ass cheeks.
He reached between her legs and stroked the tender pink lips of her pussy. She was sopping wet, inside and out, and on fire. She shivered and moaned when the tip of his finger brushed her clit. He extended his middle finger and stuck it up her cunt. Her slick channel felt like a bottle of warm oil. He pushed his finger in deep and wiggled the tip.
"I don't want a finger!" Sylvia hissed. "Give me your cock!" She spread her legs further apart and shook her luscious, rounded ass at him, and spread them. "Come on. Fuck me."
"My pleasure," he murmured.
Her bawdy words were the carnal catalyst he needed. He gripped his swollen dick with one hand and rubbed the blood-gorged head along the satiny crack of her ass and into her hairy seam. He stared at the pinkish brown lips peeking out lewdly as the broad head of his prick entered her love chamber.
She rocked back, pushing her hot, tight sheath onto his dick. He grabbed her lush hips and snapped his hips forward. She moaned as he penetrated her. He thrust again and buried his cock completely, filling her to the brim.
"God, you're big!" she whispered.
"Oh, baby!" he gasped. "You're so tight! So hot and juicy. A real hot bitch!"
She shoved her ass back, silently telling him to fuck her. He pulled back slowly, watching her pussy lips cling to his cock as it emerged from her hole. He held the knobby head of his dick just inside her sheath, savoring the feel of her pussy.
Sylvia wriggled her hips again. "Come on, dammit! Don't tease me. Fuck me!"
He gripped her hips and held her ass steady as he thrust deep into her pussy. He shoved his long prong in until his pubic hair touched the cheeks of her ass.
"Yeah, that's the way," she murmured encouragingly. "Fuck me hard! Really pound my cunt!"
He reached under her and fondled her full, dangling tits as he began to fuck her hard. His thrusts were deep and hard and often, rocking her back and forth under the fast pace of his hard-driving dick.
Her face glowed with pleasure. Getting fucked when she least expected it was really wild. She liked rear entry. The head of his cock rubbing her G spot felt wonderful. Each time he thrust into her, she got hotter and wetter. His thick, rampaging prick filled her chock full. Juice oozed from her hot crack and dribbled down the inside of her thighs.
He hammered her tight sheath with the diligence of a machine-a power-packed fucking machine. A deep flush covered his face. His chest heaved with exertion. A churning knot in his belly warned him that he was close to dumping his load into this stranger's lovely snatch. Releasing her tits, he slid his hands down to her crotch, thrust two fingers between her cunt lips, and began to agitate her love button.
"Dear God, that's wonderful!" she moaned. "You really know how to fuck!"
He began to thrust faster as he massaged her erect clit with a furious motion. Her tits bobbed and swayed in time with his thrusts. She began to pant. Her lovely face burned with ecstasy.
His balls began to swell. His gut twisted in knots. With one last mighty heave, he slammed into her cunt as hard as he could go and held his groin tight against her ass. His cock erupted, pouring hot fuck cream deep into her cuntal canal, covering her sleek pink membranes with his milky essence.
Sylvia grunted from the force of his hard thrust and finished her own climb up the golden stairs. She shoved her ass back and screwed her hips around as her orgasm began, eager for every drop of love juice he could blast into her.
They quivered and jerked and writhed against each other until he was drained and her orgasm subsided. She sighed deeply and stretched out on her stomach. His dick slid out of her pussy and hung limp and red, well-oiled with semen and her secretions.
"What a fantastic fuck!" he croaked.
"You can let yourself out, Sergeant."
"My name is Mark," he said.
"I know your name, Sergeant. Good-bye."
He got to his feet and arranged his clothes. He put on his coat as he headed for the door.
"Sergeant," she called.
He stopped and turned around to look at her. "Yes, ma'am?"
"I won't fuck you in my home again. Call me. I'll meet you. In one of those tawdry little motels, with a big water bed and mirrors all over the place. I like to watch myself when I fuck."
"Yes, ma'am." He started walking again.
"And Sergeant, I don't want to hear about your job or your wife and kids, or what you did on your summer vacation. I won't be your confidant or mother confessor or paramour. I have no intention of getting personally involved with you."
"Isn't fucking kind of personal?"
"No. I'm a first class piece of ass, and you're a big cock. If you can handle that, we'll fuck until we get tired of each other."
"I can handle that," he said.
Newkirk met his partner back at the station house that afternoon. "Turn up anything?" he asked Dillon.
"Not much. A couple of guys kind of admitted they had a some girls in their house a day or so before they were robbed. Vague descriptions, different names. The others weren't talking. None of them wanted to pursue the matter. I don't think any of them would testify even if we did catch the burglar."
"Same here," Newkirk said. "Looks like we've hit a dead end," Dillon said.
"The robberies have a pattern. They take place in the same neighborhood, girls visit shortly before they occur, and the men are all married. And none of them seem to care if we catch the burglar. I'm convinced the girls have something to do with it. I just don't know what. We'll keep digging. Something will turn up."
"What are we going to do when we get one where girls didn't visit beforehand?" Dillon asked.
Newkirk grinned. "Regroup and start over, I guess. But I've got a hunch that won't happen."
"You and your hunches," Dillon said.
CHAPTER NINE
Maggie and Marcia lurked outside the bedroom window of yet another victim.
"I hate to hit a place we haven't cased," Marcia whispered.
"I know," Maggie said. "But we've fucked all the husbands we could. The way I figure it, two more jobs will put us over the hump. We'll just have to take our chances with them." She suddenly put her finger across her lips. "Shhh. Someone is coming into the bedroom."
A positively outstanding woman entered the bedroom, and Maggie and Marcia let out a collective long gasp. A beautiful caf' au lait creature, she stood at least six feet, two inches tall without shoes. The girls had never seen such a breathtaking example of womanhood naked. Her magnificent tits looked as if they would fill two water buckets. They rested on her blood-red bustier, jiggling gently as she walked. The tip of her tits stuck out like the valve stems on a tire. Only fuller. The nipples would be a mouthful all by themselves.
A wide, red garter belt rode on top of her generous hips, supporting red fishnet hose. She wore tall red boots. Red fishnet gloves covered her hands. The effect of the red leather against the light chocolate skin would make even a wooden Indian get a hard-on. She wore her long black hair in an upsweep, adding to her height and look of elegance. As did the high heels on her boots. Her slender waist emphasized her gigantic tits and lush ass.
A jungle of soft black pubic hair covered her lower belly and the tops of her thighs. She had removed the hair along her slit and painted the lips of her pussy with the same bright red lipstick that generously covered the lips of her other mouth. Her bright red nether lips showed with each step she took. She looked like a shrine to sex, tall and proud, meant to be displayed in a public square for all to see and admire.
Little did she know the girls were drooling with admiration at that very moment!
"She personifies the word voluptuous," Marcia whispered. "If pussy was sold by the ounce, she would be worth a fortune! And I wouldn't blame a guy a bit for paying for it. She's worth every penny!"
"You can say that again!" Maggie replied. "My mouth waters just looking at her."
The girls watched as the beautiful woman stood in the middle of the bedroom, hands on her hips, her legs slightly apart, obviously waiting for someone. The soft music from the stereo drifted through the open window and covered the sound Maggie and Marcia made rustling around in the bushes.
A man entered from the master bathroom, nude. He was about five feet, ten inches tall and stocky. And very hairy. So hairy, he looked like an ape that had escaped from the local zoo. A thick mat of brown hair covered every inch of his body. Even the tops of his feet. One of the largest cocks any man should have to carry around hung out of the heavy hair covering his crotch. Even flaccid, it hung halfway to his knees and was so thick it looked more like a salami than a cock.
Marcia nudged Maggie sharply in the ribs with her elbow and whispered, "Can you believe that guy? He can't be her husband. Such a fabulous woman would not marry an ape like that!"
Maggie whispered back, "Hey, there's no accounting for taste. Maybe she-likes that big hunk of sausage he's got hanging between his legs well enough to ignore the hair."
Marcia shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe you're right. Who knows? Anyway, it sure looks like they are going to be so busy they'll never know we've been in their house till morning."
"Yeah, a lucky break for us."
"Celeste, you are one superb woman," the man said.
Celeste frowned as she looked at him. "Don't try to butter me up, Mario. Get on your knees." She opened her legs wide, displaying the bald, rouged lips of her twat. "Crawl over here and show me how much you want my pussy."
Mario crawled across the room to her. He put his hands on her ass and began to lap her long brown slit noisily. His compelling hunger and her captivating beauty held him spellbound.
She put her hands behind his head and began to rock her hips gently as she pressed her pussy to his face. She forced him to kiss, caress and tongue her from the top of her pussy to her asshole. Just before her sex gun fired, she backed away from his questing tongue.
She walked across the room and opened a large chest. The girls could see an extensive supply of dildoes, body oils, paints, white cotton rope, handcuffs and other objects of erotic pleasure.
"Make your choice, stud," Celeste said. "Let's see how good your imagination is tonight."
Mario tossed a large bottle of scented body oil and a large vibrator on the bed. Then he pulled two lengths of rope from the chest, grabbed Celeste and tied her wrists to the top of the tall bedposts at the foot of the bed. She had to stifle a laugh as she put up a phony struggle. He pulled her legs apart and tied her ankles to the posts. He left her standing spread-eagle as he dragged a large mirror on a stand in front of her.
She put on a real show for him, pretending to pull at her bonds. The sight of her flexing her muscles and wiggling her body so sexily really turned him on. Her state of voluntary vulnerability made her as hot as he was. Her tits jiggled enticingly and love juice began to trickle down the inside of her thighs. He knelt between her wide-spread legs and began to lick the liquid fruit of her passion from her thighs and gash.
Maggie and Marcia had trouble breathing and staying quiet as they watched the provocative couple. Sneaking around in the dark and casing houses to burgle gave them the chance to indulge their voyeuristic tendencies.
Mario lapped Celeste diligently for several minutes. She writhed and came and twisted and came.
"Oh, Mario, don't lick my cunt like that," she protested feebly, making believe she didn't want to cum.
"Well, if you don't want me to lick your cunt, I won't," he said, continuing to play their little game.
He forced his shoulders between her legs and kept his nose close to her slit as he stuck two fingers in her soggy hole and began to finger-fuck her.
"Oh, Mario," she moaned. "You know I can't stand two fingers in my cunt."
He laughed and stuck another finger in her cunt and began to rub her clit with his thumb. She climaxed so hard she nearly broke the bedposts as she pulled savagely at her soft cotton bonds. He continued to fuck her. Her elastic tunnel effortlessly stretched to accommodate all three fingers. She thrashed crazily as she came again. Her frantic movements pulled her wrists loose. She grabbed his head and pulled his mouth to her cunt. He continued to fuck her with his fingers and began to lick her clit. He brought her off again, then pulled his fingers out of her cunt, reached up and stuck them in her mouth.
She sucked noisily on his fingers as he used his other hand to loosen the cords around her ankles. He picked her up as easily as he lifted fifty-pound sacks of cement on his construction job and tossed her on the bed. He got on the bed, lifted her long, sexy stems over his shoulders and began to smear oil on her asshole.
Celeste opened her eyes wide in fake fright. "Oh, Mario, why are you doing that?" she asked breathlessly. "You can't put your cock in my ass! That little hole is too small! Your big cock will tear me apart!"
"We'll just see about that," he growled.
He knew she could take him in her ass as easily as she took him in her cunt. He had fucked her a couple of times a week for the past year, and about half the time she asked for a good ass-fucking. He slid his left arm under her legs, pushed them way back to tip her ass up, and guided the crown of his cock into the crack of her ass. The tight little brown ring admitted his huge stick of salami with the greatest of ease. He hunched forward and her big, beautiful coffee-colored tits jiggled.
"My God, look how easily her ass stretches!" Marcia hissed.
"Yeah," Maggie agreed. "I'd say this isn't the first time she's played this game with him."
Mario picked up the hefty, ten-inch vibrator and shoved it up her love tunnel. He let her legs back down onto his shoulders and began to fuck her ass with his cock and her cunt with the vibrator. From long practice, he quickly established a steady rhythm.. .in with the cock and out with the vibrator, in with the vibrator and out with the cock.
Out in the bushes, Maggie and Marcia chorused a whispered, "Oh, my God!"
The horny couple on the bed exploded simultaneously. Celeste bucked so hard she nearly threw Mario off the bed. She calmed down-sort of-and one word rasped out of her husky throat.
"More!"
"In a few minutes, you horny bitch," he chuckled. "You have to let me rest. I'm not a trained monkey that can perform on demand. Get some wine."
A deep, husky laugh rippled from her throat. "A horny bitch, am I?" she teased. "I've never heard you say no."
She flicked his cock with her forefinger and left the room. He got up and went into the adjoining bathroom.
"This could go on all night," Maggie whispered. "When they get started again, we'd better get in there and get whatever we can find."
"Oh, there's no hurry," Marcia whispered. "Let's watch a while longer."
Mario returned to the bedroom with a clean cock. He went to the toy chest and began tossing assorted items on the bed. Celeste returned with two glasses of wine and eyed the new toys.
"You're trying to outdo yourself tonight," she said.
"Have to keep up with your demands so you'll invite me back," he replied with a big grin.
They sat on the bed and silently drank their wine. Mario set his glass on the bedside table and picked up a large vibrating butt plug.
"Oh, goody!" she squealed. She tossed her glass on the floor, lifted her legs and reached down to spread the cheeks of her ass.
He inserted the plug in her asshole and turned it on. She began to thrash in orgasm almost immediately. He climbed on top of her and began to fuck the hell out of her inflamed pussy. He fucked her to another orgasm, then pulled his cock out and straddled her with his ass on her big tits.
She opened her mouth wide, swallowed his swollen sausage and began to give him the blow job of his life. She grabbed his heavy nuts and began to yank on them as she deep-throated him and shuddered in another orgasm as his cock exploded in her mouth. She ate every drop of his tasty jism, then licked his prick clean.
"My God!" Marcia muttered softly to Maggie. "Did you see how easily she swallowed that thing? I wonder if there's a cock on earth too big for her to take up her ass or in her mouth?"
"If there is, I hope I find it," Maggie whispered.
Mario turned of the vibrating butt plug, left it in Celeste's ass, and lay down by her. They snuggled together and went to sleep.
The girls hurried around to the back door. Maggie picked the lock in seconds, and stole silently into the house. They made a quick inspection and Maggie snorted in disgust.
"There's nothing here worth taking!" she whispered.
"She must spend all of her money on sex toys," Marcia replied. "Let's get out of here."
CHAPTER TEN
The girls hurried back to their apartment, took a shower and went to bed with a bottle of wine.
"I hate to spend all that time and come up empty," Maggie said.
"We can't win them all, darling," Marcia replied. "That's what happens when we don't have a chance to case the place beforehand." She tweaked one of Maggie's tits and chuckled. "We didn't exactly come up empty. We saw a terrific sex show."
"Yeah, that was some session! We've watched lots of other couples fucking, but the one tonight was easily the best. That big beautiful black woman is really something else. She's insatiable! God, wouldn't it be wild to get it on with her?"
Marcia laughed, "Or that Mario. God, what a cock!"
"Bigger than the cop we rescued," Maggie agreed.
"Yeah, but I'd settle for his cock right now.
Wonder if he knows the neighbors he fucked the other night are the cat burglars he's after."
"Probably not. He hasn't been back to arrest us."
"Or fuck us again," Marcia said bleakly. "I can't keep watching all those people fuck without going out of my mind, Maggie! I know we have each other, and I love you, but I need cock, too. Lots of it! Often!"
"I know, darling," Maggie said. "I feel the same way. One more decent score, and we'll have enough money to start our secretarial business. Then we can move to a new town and start a new life."
"Maybe we should open a whorehouse," Marcia giggled. She finished her wine and snuggled to her girlfriend. "Then we could fuck to our heart's content and get paid for it at the same time."
"I don't want to keep looking over my shoulder for the cops," Maggie said. "We'll meet plenty of men and women running a secretarial service. We'll take our pick and get all the fucking we want without worrying about the law."
"You're right," Marcia said. She snuggled closer to Maggie, her brown eyes shining, her breathing fast. "You have such lovely skin, darling. When you get excited, it actually glows."
"I must look like a neon sign right about now, Maggie murmured as she stroked Marcia's nipples. "You really turn me on. I love your lovely big tits. I wish mine were as big."
Marcia shivered as the redhead fondled her firm tits. "Your tits are beautiful, darling. I love to play with them and suck them."
"like hot silk," Maggie whispered, her own pert tits heaving with excitement as she caressed and teased her girlfriend's rigid nipples.
Marcia could sense that Maggie was fighting to control her wild passion. She felt her desire rising feverishly as she stroked the redhead's hot, satiny flesh. Her pulse quickened and she felt a soft trickle in her hole as she studied Maggie's lush nakedness.
"You are so lovely, darling," she whispered. "So feminine. I like to make love with you."
For a long moment, Marcia stared into Maggie's green eyes, her heaving tits betraying her excitement. Then she threw her arms around the redhead and crushed their hot, velvety tits together feverishly. She dug her fingers into Maggie's firm buttocks and thrust her tongue between the redhead's lips. She hugged the redhead's slender body to her more lush body. She squirmed her crotch against Maggie's and trembled wildly from the delicious contact.
"I want to do you first," she whispered, biting Maggie on the lips.
Maggie responded with an urgency of her own, jerking her cunt softly against Marcia's. The throbbing ache in her hot snatch abruptly became a fierce need. She lay back on the pillows and groaned as the brunette cupped one of her tits and began to suck her nipple hungrily.
Marcia's soft hands stroked and rubbed Maggie's hot flesh as her lips and tongue slithered down over the redhead's stomach. Maggie rested her legs over Marcia's shoulders and tilted her crotch up. A deep moan came from her throat as the brunette teased her. Marcia flicked her wet tongue on the inside of each trembling thigh. She put her hands on each side of Maggie's mound, pulled the flesh back and exposed her glistening slit.
Marcia buried her mouth in Maggie's appetizing quim, and a searing, electrifying thrill tore through the redhead's body. Marcia lashed out with her tongue, probed Marcia's dripping hole, then seized the redhead's swollen clit between her lips and began to suck fiercely.
Marcia devoured her girlfriend greedily, giving her a series of shattering thrills. She sucked tenderly one moment and ruthlessly the next, and vibrated her tongue rapidly on the redhead's clit with extraordinary effect.
Maggie quickly discovered that Marcia's mastery of clit licking eclipsed hers. The student had surpassed the teacher. The young brunette had a diabolical flair for teasing. She aroused Maggie to a frenzy of passion, then at the moment of impending climax, deliberately switched gears. Delicately, methodically, she probed the redhead's hot hole with the tip of her long tongue and applied a mild, dreamy suction to her love button.
Almost hysterical from the girl's devilish teasing, Maggie desperately held Marcia's head between her thighs and jerked her aching twat against the brunette's mouth. She gasped and quivered turbulently as Marcia gave her another breathtaking orgasm, then began piercing her deeply with her hot tongue. Maggie thought she would surely faint with unsurpassed joy.
Marcia gobbled the redhead's juicy twat for at least ten minutes, draining her again and again with loud slurps and low moans of pleasure. Maggie's body became so sensitive she couldn't stand to touch her nipples. She pushed Marcia away and snapped her legs shut.
"No more, darling, please!" she whimpered. "You'll kill me."
Marcia sat up and licked her lips. "I could suck your cunt all night," she panted, "but I run out of breath and my tongue gets tired."
"I've never felt anything quite like the way you do that," Maggie gasped. Her clitoris continued to tingle and a glow of deep contentment welled up in her.
Marcia's tongue darted out and circled her lips as she caressed Maggie's damp thighs with one hand.
"Not again," Maggie said with alarm. "Your hunger frightens me sometimes."
"You're the one who turned me on to eating pussy," Marcia said softly. She took Maggie's hand and put it between her own hot thighs. "You can return the favor in a few minutes." She reached into the bedside table and got a bottle of body lotion. "First, I'm going to give you a rundown."
"You just want to keep me turned on so you can lick my pussy again," Maggie murmured.
"No, I'm just going to play with you a while. You get to do the licking next time."
Marcia pushed Maggie on her back in the bed and sat astride her thigh. She pressed her slit to the redhead's firm flesh and began to scrub up and down, creating a soft, blissful friction. She rubbed the scented lotion on Maggie's shoulders and velvety tits, pinched her hard nipples, and coated Maggie's soft, firm stomach.
Maggie trembled with desire as the combination of Marcia's caressing hands and moist pussy rubbing on her thigh aroused her to a fever pitch. Marcia covered every inch of the redhead's naked body, then gave her an added thrill by slipping two fingers deep into her cunt.
Maggie bucked and shivered, on fire with lust. "Lie down, darling, and let me do you," she whispered.
She lavished lotion and eager caresses on Marcia's hot flesh. She lingered on the brunette's swollen tits and around her hairy slit. She slid on top of Marcia and began to squirm, wildly aroused by the sensuous feel of their slippery skin. They kissed breathlessly, their mutual passion flaring as their slippery hot tits and thighs pressed together.
"I can't wait," Marcia gasped.
Marcia slid out from under Maggie and sat with her back against the headboard. She spread her silky thighs wide and drew her knees up.
Maggie rolled over onto her stomach between Marcia's parted legs, facing her cunt. She slid her hands under the brunette and clutched her hot buttocks. She traced the outline of the brunette's nether lips with the tip of her tongue. Marcia shuddered and sank her nails into the redhead's shoulders. Maggie plunged her tongue deep into Marcia's burning cunt. Her heart pounded wildly as the brunette's savory essence flowed into her mouth.
Maggie immersed herself in Marcia's liquefied gash. She probed the girl's quivering cunt walls, then lavished ardent suction on her big clit. Marcia sobbed loudly and shuddered and began to hunch her cunt at the redhead's mouth.
Marcia began to churn tumultuously under Maggie's merciless sucking and tonguing, gasping and contracting her cunt with ecstasy as her orgasm washed over her. Maggie held tightly to Marcia's writhing buttocks and filled her mouth with the brunette's trickling essence.
Maggie clung to her girlfriend's slippery ass. She drifted in a timeless, dreamy state, licking Marcia's slit delicately until her orgasm began to abate. Then Marcia's enticing girl sap rekindled her hunger. She pressed her mouth tightly to the brunette's fiery, wet gash and seized the girl's clit firmly between her lips. She began to vibrate her tongue in a frenzy, ignoring Marcia's cries, electrified by her flesh. She clung tenaciously as Marcia tried to wiggle away and continued to lash her swollen, supersensitive clit. Marcia began to pound on Maggie's back with her fists and scream with painful ecstasy.
Maggie's greedy lust dissipated as quickly as it had come. She sat up between Marcia's legs and beamed with delight.
Marcia shuddered and gasped, "And you called me insatiable. Let's take a shower and go to sleep. You've worn me out."
"As long as you can breathe, you can cum," Maggie quipped.
Marcia applied soap to Maggie's lush body with her hands. Her deft fingers quickly aroused the redhead to a feverish state of excitement again. Maggie reciprocated, lavishing suds on Marcia's body with caressing strokes. The feel of the girl's hot, velvety flesh made her tremble.
Marcia backed Maggie against the wall and crushed their slippery tits together. Her fingers began to probe Maggie's hot sex as she thrust her tongue between the redhead's lips with a moan of impatience. She thrust two fingers into Maggie's hole and began a hard thrusting action.
Maggie groaned with excitement and began to suck the brunette's tongue fiercely. She sobbed deep in her chest as Marcia plunged her fingers in and out of her burning depths. She broke the kiss, snaked her tongue into the brunette's ear, then bit her on the shoulder in a burst of passion. She chewed on Marcia's lips and clawed her shoulders as ecstasy rushed through her body. She cried out and shuddered from head to toe as Marcia jerked her fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt.
"Cum for me!" Marcia cried.
Marcia could have saved her breath. Anything can start an orgasm, and only death can stop it. Maggie clung to her, jerking on her fingers in frantic spasms. They hung against the wall, catching their breath, then got out of the shower and dried each other.
They went back to bed, sated and glowing.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The girls sneaked up to the bedroom window and peeked in.
"She must be in the living room," Maggie whispered. "We'll just have to wait."
"I wonder how long," Marcia whispered. "I want to get this job over with and get out of here. One more after tonight, and we're home free."
Maggie laughed softly. "Well, we haven't yet had to twiddle our thumbs while we waited. Maybe we'll get lucky again tonight and see another wild show."
"Yeah, there's always that," Marcia replied. "Wait, here she comes."
A young auburn-haired beauty entered the room, wearing a baby doll pajama outfit.
"Not as tall as Celeste," Maggie whispered. "But her tits are bigger."
"Wonder if a woman has to be a redhead to live in this neighborhood," Marcia snickered softly. "Half the women we've robbed have red hair."
The girls heard the front door close, then a man's voice called out, "Sam?"
"Sam?" Marcia whispered.
"Probably short for Samantha," Maggie said. "Not even a blind man could mistake her for a man."
"In the bedroom waiting for you, darling," Sam replied.
A few seconds passed, then a naked man appeared in the bedroom door.
"That's Mario!" Marcia hissed. "The same guy we saw with Celeste the other night! My God, he gets around the neighborhood almost as much as we do!"
"Well, when you have a salami like that, I guess all the ladies want a slice," Maggie giggled.
She held out her arms and said, "Bring that lovely big cock over here and give me a kiss, darling."
"You don't have to ask twice, baby," Mario said. He crossed the room and gave Sam a big smooch.
Sam rolled back and slipped her panties off. She sat up, put her feet on the edge of the bed and let her knees fall open.
"Stick your beautiful cock in my cunt," she whispered. "Fuck me good."
"She sure doesn't waste any time," Marcia whispered.
"See, I told you," Maggie whispered. "All the women want some of that big piece of meat!"
"Yeah, well, I wouldn't mind taking a ride on the gorgeous thing," Marcia sighed.
Mario aimed his cock at Sam's hairy snatch and eased the big prick between her puffy lips. Sam yanked on his hips and sighed with rapture as his long, thick shaft promptly sank all the way into her depths. He pulled her top over her head and tossed it aside.
"Fantastic tits," he croaked as he fondled her huge melons. "Pussy isn't half-bad, either." He bent over and tried unsuccessfully to get his mouth on one of her nipples. "Shit," he muttered. He picked the petite woman up, swung her around, and put her on the floor. "Now I can really fuck you."
Sam put her hands behind her knees and pulled her shapely legs back until her knees rested on her tits. The position tipped her cunt high for jousting with his cock. She pushed her knees to the side, opening the road to her goodies, inviting him to travel along the hair-lined avenue as he pleased.
"That's right," he said. "Spread them wide so I can suck your tits while I fuck you."
"Yes! Yes!" she breathed, arching her tits toward his mouth.
He trembled with lust. His nuts burned with a need to empty their contents in her responsive receptacle. He leaned forward and caught a big distended nipple in his lips as he shoved his cock into her expanded cunt. The sweet, hot feel of tight sheath around his prick drew a moan from his lips. He hunched at her and the crown of his cock hit bottom.
"Boy, I'm glad it's warm enough for people to leave their windows open," Marcia whispered. "We can hear every whisper and moan. This is better than watching a fuck movie."
"Marcia, you're incorrigible," Maggie chuckled.
"Ooohhh, God!" Sam wailed. "Fuck me deep! Fuck me hard!" Her nipple rose in his mouth, becoming harder and thicker.
"Wonderful cunt, baby" he muttered around her thick nipple. "The absolute best!"
"Fuck it, Mario! Fuck it all night! I love it. Love to fuck! Your cock is so big and so hard! I want to cum now!"
"I'm going to make you cum so much you won't be able to walk, baby!"
"I know how to crawl! Don't promise, fuck!"
Mario began to pump her pussy, pausing on the back stroke, teasing her. He dallied in her pussy, enjoying the sensation, the cling of her tight young tunnel around his meaty pole. Her juice dribbled out and wet his nuts. Releasing her nipple, he raised up so he could watch his prick go in and out of her cunt. Her furry red crotch fascinated him.
"I like to watch my cock go in and out of your cunt," he whispered. "Your bush is so thick and such a beautiful color."
His huge cock quickly brought her to the peak. She felt an orgasm welling up in her quivering belly. Her moans and shivers became dramatic. Her tight twat ate his prick, sucked it in, squeezed it fiercely.
"Aaahhh! I'm almost there!" she panted. "Make me cum! Get me off! Now!" She released her thighs and locked her legs around his neck.
Mario knew from past experience that she sometimes liked to be fucked hard. He gave her a few more deep thrusts, rocking her body with the force.
"Get ready to cum, baby!" he grunted.
Riding a little higher, he agitated her clit with the shaft of his cock. He began to plunge in and out of her cunt with deep strokes.
The swift, hot shaking of her ass and thighs, the juicy slap of his balls against her cunt, said more than words could have. Her eager panting turned into a fierce moan of delight. Her cunt tightened and began to vibrate. His plunging prick jangled her nerves. One or two more good thrusts would trigger her orgasm.
"I'm there! I'm there!" she muttered. "I'm ready to cum. Fuck me hard. Fuck me! I'm cumming! Fuck me! Fuck me! I'm cumming!" she yelled.
He began to fuck her furiously, riding out the storm of her orgasm. He clenched his teeth and strained to hold back his own climax. He promised she could cum several times, and he had to deliver. He continued to pound her cunt, fucking her through her orgasm, knowing another one would start before this one ran its course.
The beautiful young redhead bucked and jerked and twitched, aware only of the delicious sensations wracking her body. If she had known she had an attentive audience outside her bedroom window, she would have fucked harder.
She continued to cum wildly and he continued to fuck furiously. Her next orgasm rolled over her, pushing her back to a higher plateau. Before she came down for that one, the next one started. Then the next. And the next. She lost count of the number of times she came. Not that the number mattered. Quality mattered, and he was giving her a superb fucking, one that wrung all the energy from her bouncing body.
Her legs fell to the floor with a soft thud and her body went slack. She reached into her crotch and let her fingers trail along his rigid shaft as he continued to work slowly in and out of her cunt.
"Your cock is still hard," she panted. "Aren't you going to cum?"
"Shhh," he whispered, kissing her mouth. "I wanted to hold off. I wanted you to cum so much you couldn't walk, remember?"
"Oh fuck, baby, I couldn't even crawl right now!" she cackled. "You fucked me so well, I'm destroyed. But you have to cum. I can't leave you hanging."
"God, I'd like to help him out right about now!" whispered Maggie, desperately rubbing her crotch.
"Yeah, you and me both!" Marcia agreed. "We've got to find us a couple of big cocks to keep us well fucked."
Maggie giggled. "I never dreamed this cat burglary stuff would be so hard on my pussy!"
Sam's breathing became a little steadier, but only by a slight degree. Her voluptuous body continued to vibrate, humming with a paean of pleasure. She summoned an extra ounce of strength and began to squeeze the big rod stroking her cunt.
"You're not going to leave me hanging," he chuckled softly. He pulled his cock from her cunt and sat down between her legs. "Come here."
She rolled forward and got on her hands and knees between his legs. His stiff prick, wet and glistening with her passion juice, stuck up in her face. She stuck out her tongue and licked the underside of his shaft without touching it with her hands. She gripped the base with one hand and began to lick his joy stick like an ice cream cone. Her tongue went up and down the shaft and curled lovingly around the head, painstakingly lapping up every smidgen of her cunt juice.
"You like that, don't you, baby?" Mario asked. "You like the taste of your pussy juice. Bet you like to eat pussy, too, don't you?"
"Mmmmmm," she muttered.
His cock pulsed with need, begging her to take it in her mouth and empty it of the burdensome load. She did. He savored the sensation of her soft, lively lips and her hot, eager mouth loving his erect member, returning the favor for the wonderful fucking he gave her. She slurped and sucked on his cock so vigorously and exuberantly that saliva spilled from her mouth, dribbled down her chin and spattered on his balls.
She took her hand away from his cock, knelt on all fours and straddled his leg. Her head bobbed up and down rapidly. She did her best to consume his entire rod, and got most of it in her mouth. Her long auburn hair spread over his thighs.
"Look, Ma, no hands," he quipped. He kneaded her dangling tits and pinched her nipples, teasing the thick buds into red stiffness. "You do that very well."
"Jeez, look how much of that big log she's got in her mouth," Marcia muttered. "Her lips must be made of rubber, and her throat has got to be a mile deep."
"With him loose in the neighborhood, a lot of women must have big mouths by now," Maggie replied.
The lovely redhead scrubbed her sopping slit along Mario's leg as she sucked his cock, smearing fuck juice over his thigh, his knee and his shin. She paused each time on his knee to hunch slowly a couple of times.
Mario leaned back and watched the beautiful woman fuck herself in the mouth with his dick. Her mouth felt wonderful and the visual delight of watching her nude body wiggle around as she sucked his prick added an extra erotic stimulation.
She felt his cock stiffen and begin to pulsate. She held it firmly with her lips, began to suck harder and bob her head faster, urging him to fill her mouth his sweet cream.
He groaned with pleasure. His ass lifted off the floor, shoving more of his prick down her gullet. Her cheeks went hollow as she sucked harder, then ballooned as joy juice began to spurt from the bulging head of his salami. She continued to suck avidly, coaxing his full load of cum from his cock. Her throat muscles worked rapidly as she swallowed his white cream.
His ass fell back to the floor as the last of his cum spurted into her mouth. She stayed with him, still sucking his prick as it started to soften. She sucked out the last of his cum, then sucked his cock clean.
Totally drained and fully satisfied, he relaxed with his back against the side of the bed. She released his soft tube of fuck flesh and it fell limply against his thigh. She rolled onto her back, sprawled out beside him, closed her eyes and rested from her exertion.
"Well, I wonder if they're finally going to sleep," Maggie said.
"Yeah, I'm anxious to go home and get our own rocks off," Marcia moaned. "I'm so horny I can hardly stand it."
"Lady, you suck cock as well as you fuck," Mario said, his pleasure evident in his voice. "You ate the whole damn thing!"
"Glad you liked it. It was the least I could do after you fucked me so wonderfully. I could easily become addicted to you, you know. Any woman could."
"Don't expect me to stop you. You're one fantastic piece of ass."
"Oh, come on, now," she drawled. "You have pussies stashed all over the neighborhood. All over town, for that matter!" She kept her eyes closed, her body sprawled out on the floor, arms and legs stretched out. "By the way, when you turn a piece of ass over, there's a pussy on the other side."
Mario chuckled. "I like that. I like a woman with a ribald sense of humor. Some women take fucking too seriously. It's supposed to be fun."
The front door slammed and a few seconds later, a young man appeared in the bedroom door.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"What the hell are you doing here?" Mario demanded gruffly of the young man who walked partway into the bedroom.
The young man hesitated, unable to take his eyes off the stunning young naked body sprawled so brazenly on the floor.
"I'm sorry. I'll just.. . "
"Who is it?" Sam asked softly without opening her eyes.
"It's me, Jimmy. Don't you remember, you asked me over earlier today? You even left the front door unlocked."
"Well, what the hell do you want?" Mario growled. "As if I have to ask."
"Oh, Jimmy, honey, sure I remember.. .now." She rolled over on her stomach. "Don't be mean, Mario. He just came by to get a little pussy." She propped her chin in her hands and looked at Jimmy for the first time. "As you can see, Jimmy, I already have company. I forgot I invited you over. Would you like to join us for a nice little threesome? You don't mind helping Mario fuck me, do you?"
"My God, this is a busy neighborhood at night," Marcia quipped.
Mario looked at Sam, then at Jimmy, grinning broadly. "Hell, I'm game, but I don't know about wonder boy here."
Sam batted her long eye lashes at the young man. "Well?" she asked flirtatiously. "Do you want to stand there gawking at my naked body, or help Mario fuck me?"
Jimmy looked at Mario, not quite sure the big man agreed with the woman. Still, he wanted very badly to fuck her. Her bawdy invitation made his cock throb. Mario kept grinning and nodded his head.
Mario's approval was all Jimmy needed. He started tearing at his clothes.
Sam also grinned broadly. "You're the boss," she said to Mario. "You pick the end you want. This night is turning out a lot better than I expected." She eyed Jimmy's cock. It wasn't as large as Mario's-few were!-but it was certainly big enough to give her pleasure.
Jimmy watched as Mario got on his knees behind Sam and lifted her hips off the floor. He held his semi-erect shaft in his hand and began to run his cockhead up and down her slit. The young man hefted his own cock and started to stroke it slowly. Sam watched the young man for a moment, then looked back over her shoulder as Mario stuck the bloated head of his lance between the succulent lips of her cunt.
Jimmy moved closer and got on his knees by Sam so he had a better view of her snatch. Her pouting pussy lips and the dense forest of auburn hair covering her mound and spreading down into the cleft of her ass delighted him. He liked hairy pussies. He stared as the lips of her cunt opened like a mouth to admit the nose of Mario's big cock.
Her cunt lips rolled inward to take the tubular hardness Mario stuffed into her. Inch by inch, slowly and steadily, he fed his long, thick rod up her hole until his pubic hair scrubbed against her upturned buttocks. His balls dangled below her pussy, swinging freely. Jimmy stood by, slowly stroking his own cock.
Sam didn't care if Mario merely used her pussy to bring his cock to full erection and then changed ends, or fucked her to an orgasm. He and Jimmy could put their cocks in whichever hole they wished as long as she got both of them at the same time.
Mario began to fuck her, taking his time, enjoying the splendid feel of her spectacular cunt. He would take quite a while to build up to another orgasm.
Sam wasn't going to take quite a while to build up to another climax. Mario's plowing prick began to turn her on again the instant it penetrated her. Her fatigue evaporated when Jimmy stripped off his clothes and she contemplated getting fucked at both ends simultaneously.
She pushed herself onto her hands and knees, and began to rock and twist lasciviously. Her lusting face flushed as Mario's big prick went very deep into her and bumped into the mouth of her womb. She savored the full effect of getting her pussy expanded to capacity by his monster cock while another man watched.
Mario began to get hornier and hotter, too. Sam's magnificent, sucking cunt quickly brought him to a fever pitch again. When Jimmy started to move into the action, Mario shook his head, silently telling the young man to wait a while longer.
After a few minutes of lusty fucking, Sam arched her back and drove her hips backward, telling Mario she was ready to cum. Her cunt muscles began to squeeze his cock spastically. She sighed and moaned. The moans turned to sharp intakes of breath, then changed to squeals as she started cumming. She spasmed several times, deep in the ecstasy of orgasm. Mario continued his steady, powerful fucking.
As soon as she roared through her orgasm and started easing off, Mario withdrew his cock from her frothy hole. Motioning Jimmy over, he crawled in front of Sam. His cock stuck out from his body like an iron bar, right in her face. He enjoyed the way she sucked him off so much, he wanted some more. He could easily find good pussy. Finding a woman who knew how to suck cock, and really enjoyed it, wasn't so easy.
Jimmy was more than ready to get a little of this wonderful woman's nooky. He rolled onto his back, stuck his head between her shapely thighs, and pulled her quim down to his mouth. He considered it bad manners to fuck a pussy before he licked it. He began to lick and suck her slit and tease her clit, giving her an added thrill. She quickly rose to the occasion by squashing her hairy twat into his face and filling his mouth with the fruits of another orgasm. Jimmy scrambled to his knees and shoved his cock up her cunt.
Mario offered his cunt-soaked cock to Sam as Jimmy's prick disappeared into her tight sheath. She ovaled her mouth, flicked her tongue out, and eagerly accepted his donation.
Jimmy began to fuck her powerfully as she gnawed on Mario's bone, wantonly satisfying both men at the same time. Jimmy banged away at her cunt like a jack rabbit. The change of pace from Mario's slow fucking brought the beautiful redhead right back up to the edge once more. She began to hump her ass at Jimmy, urging him to blow his wad into her belly while she sucked the cum out of Mario's big rod. She wanted them to spew into both ends of her body at the same time, filling her mouth and her cunt with their hot loads.
Mario started first. Robust spurts of cum began to pour from the tip of his cock. This time, he offered her something different. He yanked his cock out of her mouth and let the first spurt splash over her lips and chin. Then he shoved the rod back into her mouth and gave her the rest of his cum to eat.
As Mario's cum squirted on Sam's face, Jimmy started unloading his jism into her spasming cunt. He shoved his prick in as deep as he could, held her hips steady in an iron grip, and emptied himself into her tight tunnel.
Sam moaned and grunted and writhed and shook as her cunt and mouth gulped cum. She emptied both men with strong suction at each end. Jimmy extracted his limp cock from her soupy hole and sat down behind her. She spit out Mario's limp sausage, fell onto her belly, and rested her head on his thigh.
Maggie and Marcia crouched beneath the bedroom window, their eyes glued to the lascivious scene inside.
"My God, Maggie, what I wouldn't give to trade places with that dame right now!"
"I know what you mean. My panties are dripping wet. I sure hope they give it up and go to sleep soon. I can't watch much more of this without some relief!"
"We'll get out our double-headed dildo and fuck each other good when we get home," Marcia said.
Mario nodded to Jimmy and jerked his thumb toward the door, signaling the young man to leave. His part in the carnal dance was over. Jimmy slipped into his pants, gathered up the rest of his domes, and left.
"Ohhh, God, I'm beat!" Sam muttered. She rolled over and sat up. "That was fun. The whole evening has been fun."
"Don't tell me I have to leave too," Mario said. "We might find an interesting way to kill the rest of the evening."
"You might kill me by fucking me to death with that club between your legs," she chuckled. "I can't even get up off the damn floor!"
Mario picked her up and sat her on the bed. He sat down beside her, drinking in the sight of her nude body. "You're quite a woman, Samantha."
"You're quite a man, Mario. I love your big cock and the way you fuck. But now it's time to go, lover boy, and let me rest. I'll see you again soon, I'm sure. Lock the door behind you. Wouldn't want that cat burglar running off with my silver while I'm sacked out."
"Shit!" Maggie moaned. "I thought she would forget about the door and make it easy for us."
"Maybe we're getting too much publicity," Marcia sighed. "We'll just have to pick the lock."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Sergeant Newkirk couldn't stop his eyes from roving as he introduced his partner and himself to Celeste Home. He had never met a more astonishingly sensual woman.
"You said on the phone that nothing was taken," he said.
"That's right," Celeste replied.
"How do you know someone broke in?" Dillon asked.
"I can feel it, Sergeant," she said patiently. "I have a sixth sense about those things." She smiled. "I don't have much a burglar would want. I'm just a poor working girl struggling to make ends meet."
"Are you psychic?" Newkirk asked.
Celeste smiled again, mysteriously this time. "All the women in my family for generations have been psychic. Clairvoyance can be a curse. We've learned to live with it."
"Uh huh," Dillon said skeptically. "Can you sense anything about whoever broke in? How many there were, for instance?"
"One person with a very strong emanation. Possibly two people with weaker auras. I'm not sure."
"Not much we can do with so little to go on," Newkirk said.
"I know, Sergeant. I read the papers. I know someone you call a cat burglar is operating in the neighborhood. I just wanted you to know that he, or she, was here."
"She?" Dillon asked. "What makes you think it was a woman?"
"I don't know one way or the other, Sergeant. I'm just throwing out the possibility. Equal opportunity and all that. Don't you believe women are capable of being burglars?"
"The thought crossed our mind," Newkirk said. "Did you have any visitors that night?"
"Yes. A gentleman friend." She smiled coyly. "We were rather tied up for a while. He left about midnight. I didn't call you the next day, because I didn't want to spoil your weekend. I just thought you would like to know."
Newkirk arched one eyebrow. "That you were tied up, or that someone broke in?"
"Which interests you the most, Sergeant?"
"We'd better move on," Dillon said. "One of your neighbors also called in to report a burglary. A real one."
"May I ask who?" Celeste said.
"A Miss Samantha Wilson," Newkirk said. "Know her?"
"Yes. We have friends in common. A burglar would find plenty in her house to take."
"Thank you for the information, Miss Home," Dillon said.
Celeste saw them to the door. She put her hand on Newkirk's arm and said softly, "Call me if you need any information. About anything."
As they walked to Samantha Wilson's house, Dillon said, "Boy, I don't know how you do it. Every woman we interview comes on to you. What's your secret?"
"Magnetic personality," Newkirk replied. "If you've got it, you've it. If you don't, you don't."
"God, how profound," Dillon said sarcastically.
Newkirk again let his eyes rove as he introduced his partner and himself to Samantha Wilson. He wondered if the neighborhood had a covenant that kept out ordinary women.
He scanned the list of stolen items she provided, then asked, "Any identifying marks on any of this?"
Sam shook her head. "No, unfortunately. Each piece of silver was a gift for one reason or another."
"I sec," Newkirk said. "You didn't happen to get a look at the burglar?"
She shook her head again. "No. I don't understand how he could have got in without me hearing him."
"Are you a heavy sleeper?" Dillon asked.
"Not usually."
"Any visitors last night?" Newkirk asked.
"No. I spent the evening alone," she said demurely. "In my bedroom, quietly reading a book."
Newkirk didn't believe she ever spent an evening alone, but that was beside the point. She had, in fact, been robbed.
"We'll do what we can," he said. "Can't promise much, I'm afraid, with no way to identify what he took. Do you have insurance?"
"Oh, yes. I just hate to lose the silver. The sentimental value is greater than the intrinsic value."
"We'll stay in touch," Dillon said. "I imagine Sergeant Newkirk will have a lot more he wants to discuss with you."
As they drove back to the station, Newkirk said, "Home told us the truth. Wilson is lying.
"I suppose you'll have to question her several more times," Dillon replied dryly.
"Never know," Newkirk laughed. "What did you think of Home?"
"She could make an old married man like me forget his vow of chastity," Dillon said mournfully. "Wilson is a real sexpot. I never saw such big tits on such a small dame. I think she simply-likes to fuck. She would trip you and beat you to the floor. Home is something else entirely. She has a distinctiveness I can't define. Talk about auras! She-likes sex, but it has to be on her terms. Any man who tackles her is taking his life into his own hands."
"Why, Ray!" Newkirk laughed. "I've never heard you say so much at one time in the all the years I've known you."
"Well, don't you agree?"
"Indubitably, my friend, indubitably. But, like the man said, he climbed the mountains because they were there. And I just might have to tackle that mountain before long."
At the station, Newkirk got a cup of coffee and stood in front of the city map mounted on the wall, studying the pins marking the pattern of burglaries.
"Different M.O., " he mused. "First time he's hit houses belonging to single women. No girls visited beforehand. Think we're dealing with the same burglar?"
"You're the one who thought those girls were involved," Dillon reminded him. "This guy is too smart to trust women. They were a coincidence. If I were a burglar, I'd change my M.O. now and then, just to muddy the waters. The lieutenant isn't going to be happy with us."
"What more can we do? We've had every pawn shop in town checked, and we came up with zilch. Whoever he is, he must be fencing the stuff somewhere else." Newkirk traced the patter of pins with the tip of one finger. "Damn it, there's a pattern here! I just can't put my finger on it."
"Look again," Office Amy Gordon said. She got up from her desk and went to the map. "Look. Every other house down one side of the street for five blocks, then across the street and repeat the sequence. One block each week.
"You're right," Newkirk said. "Brazen son of a bitch."
"Not really," Gordon said. "He knows people in affluent neighborhoods seldom even know who lives next door, let alone talk to them. What little news they get comes from the tube. The papers have carried a few short stories buried in the back pages. Crimes of violence sell air time, so TV news bureaus don't cover ordinary burglaries."
Newkirk traced the pattern of pins with the tip of his finger again. "If you're right, he'll hit this house next," he said. "Find out who lives there and arrange to stake it out for a few nights."
"I live there," Gordon said. "Hey, don't look at me like that! I'm not on anyone's pad. I got the place in a divorce settlement." She turned and looked directly at Newkirk. "I don't want a bunch of street cops tramping all over the place and disrupting my life. If you want to park your carcass there for a few nights, you can use my couch. We can take turns staying awake. Be a feather in our caps if we catch the guy."
"Look out!" Dillon laughed. "He might be a sleep walker."
"I have a black belt in karate," Gordon said. "I can handle anything a man throws at me."
"You're on," Newkirk said. "Let's start tonight. I promise to be on my best behavior."
"You'd better not," Gordon muttered as she turned away and went back to her desk. Out loud, she said, "Come over about seven. We can order something sent in for dinner and watch TV until one of us gets sleepy."
Amy Gordon had long dreamed of getting Sergeant Mark Newkirk alone. Getting him alone in her house was her golden opportunity, and she meant to take full advantage of the situation.
Amy met Newkirk at the front door, with a bright smile. Her clingy summer frock molded her voluptuous figure and made it abundantly clear she was interested in more than just waiting for a cat burglar to show up.
"Come on in," she said. "I hope you like Chinese. We can't drink on duty, so I ordered lots of ginseng tea."
"The Chinese consider ginseng an aphrodisiac," Newkirk said, trying not to leer.
"You don't say," Amy replied coyly. "Well, we'll just have to drink it anyway, won't we?"
She turned and walked slowly in front of him as she led him into the living room. She swung her magnificent ass seductively, just to let him know there was a real woman under the dress. If she played her cards right, this assignment would be "under the covers" in every sense of the term.
"What would you like to watch while we eat?" she asked.
"I don't suppose you can walk back and forth in front of the couch while you eat?" he said.
"I could," she laughed. "But I might spill food on my dress. I have cable. One of the channels is carrying a swimsuit show. Would you like to watch that?"
They commented on the swimsuits as they ate and Amy pointed out a couple of suits she liked.
"Have to shave pretty close to wear those," Newkirk said.
"Well, that rules me out. My skin is very tender. I shave only the most essential places." She cleared the coffee table and returned to the living room. She turned off all but one light at the end of the couch and sat down by Newkirk.
"If the burglar comes, we want him to think we're just normal people. What do you think, should we act like a married couple?"
"You mean I should fall asleep in front of the TV and you go to bed without me?" he laughed.
"Well, we could pretend we're newlyweds," she said demurely. "The husband doesn't start falling asleep in front of the TV until the newness wears off, does he?" She leaned over close to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Unless you don't want to make out with me a little. I just thought we should make this look as real as we can."
"Always the good cop, huh?" he said as he slipped one arm around her.
She turned her mouth up for a kiss. "I guess it's in my blood," she murmured.
He kissed her tenderly. She snuggled up to him and let her tongue drift into his mouth. He tightened his arm around her and put a hand on her tit. She sighed and tried to snuggle closer. She was as close as she could get without getting in his pocket. She pulled her lips away. Then she pulled her tongue out of his mouth.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"We'd better go in the bedroom," Amy whispered. "If we stay in here, the burglar won't come in." She stood and ambled toward the bedroom, swinging her hips, knowing her high-heeled white sandals made her superb legs look even better. She turned around in the doorway, smiled and crooked her finger. "Come into my bedroom, said the spider to the fly."
Newkirk stopped and looked into her blue eyes. She challenged him openly with her intense gaze. His eyes slid leisurely over her five-foot, five-inch frame, from the top of her blonde hair down to her white high-heeled sandals. He had always admired the way she filled out a uniform. She filled out the clinging summer dress even better. He knew without a doubt they both wanted the same thing. He slowly ran his hands over her full, firm tits.
Amy smiled dreamily and trembled slightly. "They're so sensitive, Mark," she said softly. "Sometimes, I cum just from getting my nipples sucked."
"God!" Newkirk exclaimed. "I've hit the fucking jackpot."
"In more ways than one," she replied with a sexy, throaty chuckle.
Newkirk realized what he had said, and turned red in the face. "Sorry," he muttered. "Guess I've been around the guys at the station too much."
"About what? That you said you'd hit the fucking jackpot? Why do you think I said you could stake out my house?"
"This isn't part of the job," he said softly. "We can fool the burglar into thinking we're just a couple of normal people."
Her eyes sparkled with zest as she gazed at him. "Mark, I take my job very seriously, and I'm a damn good cop. I'm also damn good at having fun. You can see that I have a nice set of tits. I assure you that I also have a nice pussy. And just about the best feeling I know is getting my nice pussy stuffed full of hard cock. Maybe I should warn you that I get sort of wild when I fuck." She grinned mischievously. "Now, have I told you enough to convince you that I want to fuck, or should I go on?"
"I understand, but you can tell me some more if you want to. I like to hear you talk sexy. I want to fuck you too, Amy. I want to fuck you until your head swims!"
"Well, just in case you're interested, I love to suck cock. And I'm a damn good cocksucker. Everything I do, I do well." She reached back and unzipped her dress. "Do you like to suck pussy."
"Love it," he said.
She pulled the bottom of her dress up over her hips and sat down on the edge of the bed. She chuckled again and held her arms over her head. "Help me."
He took hold of her dress and started pulling. The dress slid up, exposing her lovely legs and firm, shapely thighs. A lacy powder-blue garter belt girded her naked loins, supporting sheer hose. Her splendid tits came into view, riding high and firm on her chest, nestled in a lacy, powder-blue bra that matched her garter belt. The half-cup bra did more to accentuate the big mounds than cover them. He pulled her dress over her head and tossed it across the room.
She opened her legs slightly. Just enough to show the soft, fluffy blonde hair covering her crotch. She put her hands behind her, leaned back and arched her back to emphasize her tits.
"Rumor around the station house says you're pretty well-hung, Mark. Take off your clothes and show me."
"Have you been hiding out in the men's room?" he teased. He began to undress as if someone had challenged him to a race.
"No, but that isn't a bad idea. Don't tell me that you've already forgotten the other female officers you've fucked?"
"Zap," he laughed. "No, I haven't forgotten them. I just didn't know they talked so freely about their private lives."
"Honey, when girls get together and have a few drinks, the things they talk about would curl your hair."
His pushed his pants and shorts down together. His partially hard cock sprang up and bounced gently. In an unconscious, typically male gesture, he lifted his balls and cock in his palm and posed for her.
"Remarkable," she said softly.
Lascivious images filled her mind. She contemplated the lewd, hedonistic, fun she would have with the man she had long wanted to fuck. And the only implements needed were his mouth and the one jutting from his loins. She sat up, her back ramrod straight, and removed her bra, leaving her naked except for the blue garter belt, sheer hose and white shoes. Her heavy tit mounds swung free and jiggled gently. She opened her legs wider, inviting him to look at her hairy pussy.
"See, I told you I shave only the essential places," she said.
The expression on her face changed to one of utter lasciviousness. She slid off the bed in front of him. She lifted his prick in one hand and cupped his balls with her other hand. Slowly, in a gesture of absolute wantonness, she pressed the smooth, bare knob of his cock to her lips. She rubbed the head of his prick all over her face, her neck, then down to her tits. She squeezed his cock between her firm tits, her hands on the outside of the large mounds, pushing them together, holding the shaft of his cock captive. He stood in a slight crouch so his prick would stay between her tits.
Abruptly, she shed her public persona and adopted the one she liked better-a randy, lusty wench who would fuck your brains out! She felt lewd. She wanted to be lewd. She cuddled his cock tighter between her tits and swayed back and forth, smiling down at it. She bent a little lower and the head of his cock popped up between her tits. Her long tongue flicked out and swiped across the broad, warm knob.
He moaned deep in his chest as her tongue began to tickle lightly back and forth, the tip just touching the end of his swollen cock.
"God, that feels wonderful!" he hissed. "Take it in your mouth!"
"I'll be your cocksucker later. Hush and let me play-She bent her head further and let the flat of her tongue wash across the head of his cock. He moaned again, deeper this time. She looked up at him and grinned.
"Anyone ever licked your cock?"
"No," he groaned.
"Feels pretty good, doesn't it?
"God, yes!"
"Which do you like best, getting your cock sucked or fucking a lively cunt?"
"My God, woman! Don't ask me things like that at a time like this!"
She chuckled again, a deep sexy chuckle he had heard so often around the station. A laugh that made his blood run hot with carnal desire and his brain turn to oatmeal. He let his head fall back and his eyes close.
She bent her head again and began to lick the head of the prick she held captive between her solid, generous tits. Her tongue swirled full tilt over and around the knob, teasing him. He tangled his fingers in her short blonde hair and held her head close to his crotch. She puckered her full red lips and kissed his cockhead. Then she made a big oval as he pulled her head forward and her warm, wet mouth closed over his pulsating prick. She gurgled with happiness and began to suck hard.
Her provocative mouth thrilled him to the core. He couldn't wait to fuck her. He fucked other women regularly, some of them just as horny as Amy. None of them even came close to being as hot and ready to fuck, as uninhibited and exciting as this one.
Amy acted like a whore, because, at that moment, she felt like a whore. Mark was woman-smart, knew how a woman wanted him to treat her as soon as she did. This one wanted the strong jungle man routine tonight. Nothing rough, but definitely the strong male taking charge.
He grabbed her under the arms, picked her up, and tossed her on the bed. She landed with her legs wide apart. Her puffy cunt lips and mound jutted. Her pink, glistening slit appeared to wink at him. He jumped on the bed on his knees, between her splayed legs, grabbed her thighs and pulled her ass toward him.
Instinctively, she reached down, seized his cock and aimed the head at her hot fuck-hole. She got the bloated knob between her cunt lips just in time. He yanked her toward him and buried his prick to the hilt in her tight sheath. He released her legs and stuck his hands under her ample ass. He clung firmly to her firm ass cheeks and began to fuck her mightily.
"Oh, yes!" Amy cried happily. "Fuck me like that! Give me all of your hard cock! Fuck me, Mark! Fuck me good!"
She didn't have to tell him how she wanted him to fuck her, but hearing her utter the words stimulated him. He liked to hear a woman spew vulgar expressions when he fucked them. He didn't care what they said. He just liked it.
He fucked her so hard they bounced across the bed. She turned and twisted and writhed actively, matching him move for move. She threw her ass around, jerked her hips up and down, gripped him with her legs. He could have remained perfectly motionless and still had a great fuck.
Lost in erotic euphoria, they didn't realize they had reached the edge of the bed. They fell over the side and hit the floor with a loud thump. She locked her legs around his neck and lifted her ass so only her neck and shoulders touched the carpet. He continued to fuck her as hard as he could, driving her across the room.
The thick, plush carpet burned her tender skin. The marks would be difficult to explain to Pete Austin later. She didn't know what the carpet was doing to her, and couldn't have cared less if she had. Her concern lay between her legs, with the long prong stuck up her cunt, sawing in and out, fucking her so gloriously.
She slid across the floor until her head banged into the wall. The blow dazed her for a moment. She blinked her eyes rapidly several times, then once again became aware of his prick pistoning in and out of her pussy. She smiled dreamily and threw her cunt at him.
Mark held onto Amy's legs and tried to fuck her ass into the floor. She babbled with glee and matched him stroke for stroke. His ass began to move faster as he drove his prick into her.
She felt his pounding prick swell and stretch her cunt so wonderfully, then he began to pour white, hot cream into her quivering belly. His orgasm triggered hers. She warbled her pleasure with audacious cries and moans. He continued to fuck on and on, unmindful of her total surrender to her consuming bliss and his rampaging prick.
She grabbed his ass and held him in place as she fucked him. The walls of her cunt contracted, squeezing his cock, coaxing all the cum from him. She finished off her own climax and milked the last drop of cum from his prick. Then she released him and lay back, beaming broadly.
"Now that's what I call a fantastic fuck, lover!" He withdrew his prick and knelt between her legs. His cock dangled between his legs, half-hard, coated with a mixture of their fuck juice.
She lifted her head and eyed his cock. "Got any left?"
"Oh, we might be able to coax another shot out of it if we work at it."
"Well, big boy, you just climb back on the bed with me and let's see what comes up." They climbed back on the bed and lay on their side, facing each other. He began to caress her thigh, working his way upward toward her love triangle. She grasped his cock and began to play with it. She lifted her upper leg and put her foot on the bed, spreading her legs for him. He fooled around with her pussy, kneading her hairy mound and fingering her slit. He opened the wet lips, exposing the pink splendor of her glistening gash and small love hole.
"Hmmm, that looks good enough to eat," he said.
"If you don't, I'll be very disappointed," she replied as she rolled onto her back and spread her legs wider.
He rolled onto his belly between her elegant thighs. He gave her soggy snatch a couple of loving licks, then buried his mouth in her slit and wormed his tongue deep into her sticky love hole.
She groaned with delight and responsively curled her mound up so he could get his tongue deeper into her sexy love box. She loved the glorious feeling of cumming on a cock. Cumming on an active tongue right after she took a load of jism in her cunt gave her a particular feeling of fulfillment. Her feeling of lewdness and depravity were sublime. She closed her eyes and began to fondle her tits as she undulated her hips.
He slid his hands under her, cupped her splendid ass cheeks and lifted her mound to his mouth. His tongue made several passes up and down her slit, then settled in on her rigid clitoris and began to aggravate the large, swollen love button unmercifully.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Dillon looked at Newkirk across the desk and grinned. "No luck last night, huh?"
"No burglar, if that's what you mean," Newkirk replied slyly.
"Well, weren't you trying to catch the burglar?" Dillon asked innocently. "Maybe we got this all wrong. Maybe the latest two capers were the work of another burglar. Maybe the guy we've been chasing won't hit again for days. Maybe weeks, even. Maybe.. . "
"Enough, already!" Newkirk laughed. "Gordon and I are going to try again tonight. Maybe he'll come this time." He laughed again. "Now you've got me doing it."
"Well, knowing you, I imagine someone will come," Dillon quipped. "If not, you'll just have to grit your teeth and keep trying. You might as well get under the covers with Gordon and accomplish something. That girl has had the hots for you ever since she made detective. She passed her sergeant's exam, you know."
"No, I didn't know," Newkirk replied. "Good for her. Does she know?"
"The lieutenant told her this morning. She came in early, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to tackle the whole world. He also gnawed on my ass for a while. If we don't catch this cat burglar, I don't know what he'll do. We haven't solved too many cases lately. We're so deep in the hole, I don't know if we'll ever get out."
"Did you think up all those puns by yourself, or read them in a book?" Newkirk laughed. "This case is going to take a turn for the better soon. I can feel it in my gut."
"You and your gut feelings," Dillon said sourly.
Newkirk pulled Amy to him and kissed her deeply the instant they entered her bedroom. His tongue delved deep into her mouth, tasting the sweetness, savoring the heat. He pulled his tongue back. Her tongue followed, the tips touching, and went deep into his mouth. The long, heated kiss clearly signaled their hunger for each other. His hands roamed avidly over her body as he sought to feel all of her charms at once.
She unzipped his pants and dipped her hand inside to fondle his cock. She tilted her head back and grinned impishly. "My, but you have a long tongue, sir. I know another place you can put it."
"In your belly button," he whispered. "From the inside."
"Got me, didn't you?" she chuckled. "Now, how about really getting me? I haven't had a good fucking since last night."
"I should hope not! If you had enough energy left to sneak out and fuck somebody else after I went to sleep, I didn't get the job done."
"Oh, you got the job done, lover!" She pulled his cock out of his pants and looked down at it. "Looks like this thing is ready to do the job again."
He backed her against the wall and pulled her dress up around her waist. He put his hands under her bare ass and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and hung onto his shoulders with both hands. He held her with one hand, gripped his shaft in his other hand, and stuck the head in the mouth of her cunt.
"Oh, yes!" she whimpered passionately. "Put it in! I want it so badly. Fuck me, Mark! Fuck me hard with your beautiful big cock."
Fully aware of the carnal madness overtaking her, she wiggled her cunt on the head of his prick, desperate for him to stuff it inside. She tried to throw her cunt forward to engulf his tool. With her back against the wall and his hands holding her ass, she couldn't move enough to accomplish her goal.
"Amy!" he gasped. He held her body tightly, his hands kneading her buttocks, feeling their firm roundness.
She shivered wildly and kept trying to wiggle her hips and get his cock in her. The head seemed to be stuck in the mouth of her pussy. Then, through the murky mist of eroticism clouding her mind, she realized she had to go lower. His prick was long, but not long enough to reach that far. She loosened her ankles and opened her legs just enough to let her body slide down. Slowly.. .ever so slowly.
Inch by delightful inch, his big cockhead nosed into the slick folds of her cunt. She opened her mouth wide and gasped out loud as the meaty spear cleaved her cunt lips and bored into her. Her hole was well-oiled and wide open.. .had been ever since he began to caress her with his eyes on the ride from the station. His prick penetrated deep into her snatch as her body slid down. Her tight channel spasmed and clutched at the hard rod. She got his instrument of joy lodged fully inside her. The lips of her pussy rubbed the crisp brown curls around the base of his cock. She closed her legs and locked her ankles again.
Mark held her in place between the wall and his rampant rod. He hunched his hips forward, striving to get his whole being inside her clenching cunt. "Take your tits out," he growled. "I want to suck them."
She snatched the narrow straps of her dress off her shoulders and yanked the top down to her waist. She put her hands back on his shoulders and stuck her tits in his face. "Now, fuck me, lover," she said hoarsely. "I'm about to cum. Don't stop until you cum. I want to cum and cum and cum."
He lowered his head and began to lick her very hard, very prominent nipples as he began to plunge his cock in and out of her .exquisite cunt. He hammered her ass against the wall with a few hard strokes. Then, true to her prediction, her first climax arrived. His cock was suddenly trapped in a vise. Then released. Only to be trapped again.
"I'm cumming, lover!" she wailed, as if she had to state the obvious. "Fuck me, fuck me! Oh, yes, lover, fuck me!" she chanted. "Make me cum, baby, make me cum!" Then her comments changed to a series of "Oh, oh, ohs," as she gave herself over to the mind-boggling delight of cumming on a hard cock.
He fucked the wanton blonde robustly, with long, hard, rhythmic strokes. Her ass went thumpty-thump on the wall as he pounded his lusty lance into her. Her cunt continued to clutch his prick, tightening when the shaft went all the way in, and relaxing when he pulled back. His mouth work steadily on the pink tips of her tits, licking and sucking and nipping the hard buds in a steady, alternating rhythm. She had two more orgasms and hung on a high plateau of pleasure, eagerly anticipating the next climax, which she knew would blow her apart.
"Oh, my God, baby! I'm cumming again! I'm cumming so hard on your beautiful fucking cock! Ohhh, yes, baby! Fuck me! Fill my pussy!" She bit him on the shoulder. "Give me your cum, baby! Cum with me! I'm cumming so hard! Can you cum with me? God, your cock feels so fucking good! I'm cumming!"
Torrents of cum began to spurt into her twat. The volume of hot jism exceeded the capacity of her hole. He continued to thrust into her, forcing part of the sticky liquid out around his shaft. Squishy, slurping sounds accompanied each hard plunge.
His climax set off a zealous response in her. She came so hard she lost all awareness of everything but the golden feeling in her cunt. In her frenzy, she sank her teeth into his shoulder.
His powerful orgasm weakened his legs. His knees buckled and he slowly sank to the floor. The friction of her back against the wall slowed their descent. He sat on the floor, his legs folded under her ass, her legs locked around his waist, his cock buried in her sopping, hot cunt. He put his feet against the wall and pushed. He slid across the carpet, carrying her with him. "There, now you won't break my legs," he muttered.
"Are you saying I weight too much?" she teased.
"Far be it from me to criticize perfection," he said gallantly.
She wiggled her ass and cooed, "Oh, your gorgeous cock is still hard. And I'm still in the mood!"
She slid back, got on her knees over him, and began to undress him. He lifted his ass so she could slide the pants down. His prick sprang up, sleek and surging with strength. And very wet. She gazed in awe at the big tool.
"What a lovely cock," she said softly. "So long and so thick. And so tan. Do you have a sun lamp?"
"I sunbathe in the nude on my balcony."
"You must really shake up the women in the other apartments," she chuckled. "Better watch that. You could start a riot." She gripped his cock and stared at it lovingly. "The big head looks sort of like a cherry lollipop."
"Lollipops are meant to be sucked," he husked.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"So they are," Amy crooned. Her mouth drooled for his prick. She laid her palm on his belly and surrounded the base of his shaft with her thumb and forefinger. "And I just love to suck big wet lollipops." Her mouth swooped down and engulfed the his bloated cockhead
Mark cupped her tits and began to knead the creamy, freckled globes. "That's right, baby," he encouraged her. "Suck it. God, you've got a fantastic mouth."
She adored the feel of his big cock in her mouth. The combination of his cum and her pussy juice sparked her taste buds. After a few minutes of expertly gnawing his bone, she lifted her head. Her lips gleamed brightly with saliva and body fluid.
"Don't cum in my mouth, honey. I want you to fuck me again."
"I can hold out a long, long time. Do whatever you want. Just enjoy yourself."
She returned to her appealing task of loving his tool, fucking herself in the mouth with his big prick. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked enthusiastically on the big piston. His prick felt so hard and demanding, yet so soft and smooth.. .like a satin-covered iron bar.
Her head bobbed methodically up and down as she sucked on the swollen column of fuck meat. She swirled her tongue around and around, concentrating her attention on the bare, sensitive red knob. He moaned passionately and hunched his prick at her mouth.
Amy withdrew her mouth slowly, teasingly. "Your cock feels so good in my mouth, lover, but I need it in my pussy again."
She knelt over his loins, gripped his shaft tightly and rubbed the head between her nether lips. Her body plunged down abruptly, implanting his cock in her cunt with one swift, hungry gulp. He held onto her tits and continued to knead the firm, creamy mounds.
She cherished the feel of his big prick deep inside her pussy, stretching her nearly to the limit. She sat very still, concentrated hard and pulsed her cunt around his blood-gorged shaft. She wiggled her hips and saw a look of passion cross his face. She corkscrewed her ass quickly, savoring the dick stretching her twat so adorably.
"I can feel your cock throbbing inside me, lover. Mmmmmm, you fill my cunt so nicely." She rocked her hips from side to side. "You cock is deep, baby. So fucking deep inside me. Can you feel it when I do this?" She contracted her cunt muscles sharply around his shaft, pulsing tightly.
"God, yes, baby," he groaned. "You're a fabulous fuck!"
"I try, lover, I try!" she said with fervor.
Her cunt was a joy, milking, wet and hot. He ran his hands over her flaring hips, along her rib cage, up to her gorgeous full tits. He pinched the erect nipples, fascinated by the way they hardened and puckered.
"Your nipples look like .45 caliber slugs," he chuckled.
She kept his cock firmly captured in her rippling cunt and bent forward. She playfully slapped his face with her tits. The pliant globes hit like soft, erotic pillows. "Can you catch a bullet in your teeth, lover?"
He chased her tits like someone bobbing for apples. He caught a swollen nipple between his lips and bit down, just hard enough to make the hard bud sting.
"God damn!" she yelped, snatching her tit away. "Meany." She put her nipple back in his mouth. "Kiss it and make it feel better."
He held her fleshy tit with both hands and kissed her nipple. Then he drew it into his mouth and began to suck and tongue the tasty bud. She wiggled her ass, and he jerked his hips up, cramming his cock into her tight, grasping cunt.
She mentally wallowed in the feel of his manly love spear fucking the boiling cauldron of her love hole. His prick throbbed in her, beating an exotic tattoo against the walls of her cunt. She rotated her ass, grinding her pussy down on his cock, pinning his ass to the floor.
"The only thing better than having my pussy stuffed full of cock is cumming, and I'm going to do that right now," she breathed. She raked her nails across his chest to emphasize how hot she was.
Mark adored her tits. They were perfect in every way.. .their creamy white texture with a sprinkling of delicate tan freckles, their plump roundness, their delectable flavor. Simply put, they were fabulous.
Amy twisted and humped and bucked, fucking herself on his thick cock meat, gripping the long, heavy prick into her well-oiled cunt. She clenched her cunt muscles, leaned back and put her hands on the floor by his legs. Her cunt bent his prick at an uncomfortable angle. Mark stared into her crotch, at his shaft splitting her hairy cunt lips wide apart as she rocked her hips from side to side.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned. Her head lolled back. Her short, fluffy blonde hair fell away from her face. Her sparkling blue eyes stared at the ceiling. A look of bawdy ecstasy covered her lovely face. "Your cock feels wonderful, lover. You're fucking me so good!"
Actually, he wasn't fucking her at all. She was doing all the work. He simply supplied the instrument of pleasure. She wriggled her shapely ass, teasing herself on the meaty pole boring between the walls of her pussy. She put one hand on her belly, just below her navel, and pushed in.
"The head of your cock is right there," she said softly, a mass of lustful emotions. She humped his prick hard and the vat of fiery passion between her legs began to bubble harder. "Aaahhh!" she cried, close to losing control as her climax neared. Her body began to jerk. She began to thrash. Her tits bounced and jiggled.
He hauled her upright, bringing instant relief to his prick. He stabbed his cock into her slick sheath, helping her along. He watched a lustful expression cover her beautiful face as he began to slam into her, fucking her with all of his strength.
Her senses swirled in a cloud of lust. Her deep blue eyes glittered like the sun reflecting off clear blue water. Her hand cupped her tits, slid down her body to press her flat belly, slipped into her crotch to feel the junction between her pussy and his prick.
"Gonna cum now," she whispered hoarsely. "Gonna cream all over your gorgeous cock." He fucked his prick into her with increased vigor; so hard his ass thumped on the floor. The force of his thrusts would have thrown her off if she hadn't already been bucking so hard.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" she wailed.
She began to hump furiously. Her ass whacked into his groin. She leaned forward, crushing her clit against his pubic bone, adding more sensations to her already mind-consuming climax. Her orgasm grew stronger. She screamed louder. She lost control of her body and began to contort spasmodically on his stiff rod. Her ass flew up and down in a white blur as she impaled herself on his cock again and again, fucking herself senseless. She fell forward, her body limp, her tits covering his face.
He wrapped his arms around her and rolled over. He straddled her chest and touched the end of his prick to her lips. She looked at him, lust still shining in her eyes. Her tongue darted out to lick the wet, swollen knob. Then she ovaled her mouth and accepted his stiff rod.
"God, you've got a wonderful mouth. Suck me off."
Overcome with excitement, Amy closed her lips around his cock and began to suck with an expertise born of long experience. Mark pumped back and forth, fucking her in the mouth with his big prick. Her fingertips tickled the cheeks of his ass. He panted deeply, his face a mask of lust. She lusted for a mouthful of cum, lusted to taste the essence of his manhood. She sealed her lips around the impaling thickness of his robust lance and began to suck harder. His deep moans of satisfaction delighted her.
He groaned louder. His prick began to jerk and pulsate. His balls gave up their heavy load of sperm to her ravenous mouth. She accepted the offering of his seed eagerly. She gulped and slurped, swallowing his jism as it poured into her mouth in a hot cascade.
"Listen to those moans," Marcia said as they sneaked silently beneath Amy's window.
"Well, good. If they're moaning, that means they're so busy they'll never know we're in the place," Maggie replied.
Marcia peeked in the window and caught her breath. "Maggie, that's Mark Newkirk in there screwing that woman! And look in her closet."
Maggie slowly raised her eyes over the window sill and looked at the row of police uniforms hanging in the closet. "Good God!" she whispered. "She's a cop!
Marcia grabbed Maggie's hand and pulled her away from the window. "Let's play shepherd and get the flock out of here!"
They raced through the alley, stripped off their ski masks, and slowed to a walk.
"Shit, can you imagine what would have happened to us if we had gone in there?" Marcia said.
"I don't want to think about it," Maggie replied. "Looks like our luck has finally run out."
"She wouldn't have had anything worth stealing anyway," Marcia said. "Cops don't make enough money to afford expensive goodies. That's it, babe. It isn't safe unless we can case the place first. Let's take the money we have and get out."
"I agree," Maggie said. "Jesus, I'm shaking all over."
"I'll calm your nerves when we get home." Marcia laughed.
"We'll have to take out a small loan. We need to do that in any case, so we can explain where we got the money to start a business. If anyone asks. We just won't tell them how much we get from the bank. Let them think what they will."
"We don't have any collateral," Marcia said.
"We were born with collateral," Maggie laughed. "Right between our legs! We'll pick out an older loan officer, a married one who doesn't get the chance to fuck a young pussy very often." She grabbed Marcia's hand and started running. "Come on, baby. I need your tongue on my clit."
Amy walked Newkirk to the front door. "Too bad the cat burglar didn't try to break in tonight," she said. "I really enjoyed working undercover with you."
Newkirk fondled her tit through her thin gown and gave her a kiss. "Yeah, me, too! You're one hell of a woman, Officer Gordon."
A dark figure rushed out of the darkness and slugged Newkirk on the jaw. He fell to the ground, rolled over and sat up.
"I told you to stay away from my girl!" the man growled as he popped Newkirk on the jaw again. He ran down the walk, jumped into his car and sped away.
"That's the same guy who beat me up in my garage," Newkirk said, rubbing his jaw. "Who the hell is he?"
"Patrol Sergeant Pete Austin," Amy said.
"Are you really his girl?"
"No. He just thinks so. You know how some men are. Fuck a girl a few times, then he thinks he owns her. He asked me to marry him."
"Are you going to?"
"Yeah. Next week. You aren't the marrying kind, and I am."
"Well, I guess that means we can't see each other again," Newkirk said sadly.
"like hell it does! We just won't come to my house again. We'll go to your apartment instead."
"And you don't think he knows where I live."
"Don't you think I'm worth a little trouble?" Newkirk looked up at her and grinned. "Lady, you're worth a hell of a lot of trouble!"
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
"Good thing we're having an unseasonable warm spell," Newkirk said. "Otherwise, you'd freeze your cute little buns off."
Marcia swam to the edge of the pool and held onto the gutter with both hands. "I wouldn't be swimming at night if we weren't having an unseasonable warm spell," she said. "You'd have to come to my apartment if you wanted to see me naked. Which you haven't done since the night Maggie and I rescued you. I thought you were going to take us to dinner."
Newkirk pulled up a chair and sat down. "Sorry 'bout that. I've been running my ass off trying to catch that cat burglar."
"Any luck?"
"Yeah, all bad. He had been hitting homes belonging to married couples, then changed his M.O. and hit a single woman. After that, nothing. The neighborhood has been as quiet as a church on Monday morning the last three weeks. We thought for sure we had his pattern figured out. I even went undercover with one of our female officers who owns the house we thought he'd hit next. No luck."
Marcia looked down and smiled. Damn good thing Maggie and I saw him in that woman's house. I had a sneaking suspicion it was a set-up. She looked at him and said sweetly, "Well, you can't win them all. Maybe he'll hit again, and you'll get him. Want to join me for a midnight swim? The pool is heated. I think I can take your mind off your troubles."
"I just imagine you can." Newkirk stood and started taking off his clothes. "Where's your cohort in crime?"
"She went out with a banker tonight. We don't do everything together."
"A banker, huh? You two move in high company."
"Sometimes. We need a loan to start a new business. We don't have any collateral, so we just have to use the one asset we were born with. Good old pussy!"
"Think he'll spring for a loan?"
Marcia shrugged. "If he doesn't, we'll both tackle him. He might resist one of us, but not both of us at the same time."
Newkirk slid into the water feet first and Marcia turned to face him. His lips covered one of her nipples. The tip of his tongue passed over it gently, then pressed harder.
"Boy, you don't waste any time," Marcia murmured. Her pussy got moist inside. Her nipples stood out in a full, hard erection that wasn't caused by the cool air hitting wet flesh. She shivered slightly.
He put his hands on her back. Her skin had a downy softness, satiny and warm, firm against his touch. The muscles in her slender back trembled with anticipation. Her hot breath wafted against his cheek. He nipped her nipple tenderly and a strangled cry of joy bubbled from her throat.
He lifted his head and put his lips on hers. Her mouth opened wide. She sucked and nibbled avidly on his tongue, her lips damp and smooth against his. She put one arm around his neck and pressed her naked body avidly against him. Her body trembled with craving. Whimpers bubbled from her throat as she rubbed her naked body against him. His tongue danced and wiggled in her mouth. His mind reeled under the impact of her vitality and hot response to his overtures.
She tilted her head back and looked into his eyes. "You shouldn't have waited so long to come around again," she whispered. "Didn't Maggie and I make it clear that you can fuck us anytime you want? Together, or one at a time."
He wanted to touch every part of her luscious body at once. Her remark stimulated his desire to a frenzy. He grabbed her ass and pulled her groin forward. She closed her firm, smooth thighs around one of his legs and mashed her wet pussy against his flesh. The muscles in her shapely ass cheeks rippled as she began to undulate, caressing his leg with her hot slit.
Her thighs relaxed and she turned slightly to the side as he moved one hand around to the front and slid it down her firm stomach. He touched the thatch of brown pubic hair with the tips of his fingers. She opened her thighs and hunched at his hand. Her pussy was warm and wet with excitement. He took his time with her, and she loved every second of the foreplay. She put her knees on his hips and began to hunch as he manipulated the tender flesh of her mound between his fingers.
"Sit on the edge of the pool," he said urgently.
She pulled herself up, turned and sat down facing him. She hooked her heels in the gutter and spread her knees. She ran her hand over her pussy, slipped a finger into her slit and touched her clit. "Mmmmmm, I'm primed and ready to pop, baby," she murmured. She spread her cunt lips and looked down at her crotch. "Look how wet I am."
He stuck his arms under her thighs and his hands under her ass. He pulled her forward so he could easily get his head between her shapely legs. The heady taste of her delectable young cunt filled his mouth as he began to lap her with long strokes of his wide tongue.
A soft wail of exhilaration burst from her lips. She leaned back with her hands flat on the pool apron behind her and hunched her twat at his mouth.
He probed the tip of his lapper into the tender pink flesh of her soggy hole. He began to move his head back and forth, fucking her with his long tongue. The feel of her firm young body writhing and trembling intensified his passion. The taste of her hot pussy and the feel of her tight sheath around his tongue made his passion soar. His prick twitched and bounced in the water as it reached its full size and hardness.
"I've got to fuck you," he whispered hoarsely. He pulled on her hips and dragged her into the water in front of him.
"Oh, yes," she whispered eagerly. She stretched her arms along the top of the gutter and let her body hang straight down in the water.
He floated up to her, fondled her pussy with one hand and guided his prick with his other hand. She put her legs around his waist and wriggled her ass to help him. The tip of his cock spread the lips of her pussy. He pushed his hips forward and eased the head of his prick into her slick hole.
Marcia moaned low in her throat. Newkirk groaned in response, pleased by her tightness and the heat suffusing the inside of her cunt. She shuddered from the ecstatic sensations lancing through her. He moved his cock around in a tight circle to loosen her pussy.
She wiggled her hips and abruptly thrust her cunt at him. His lance inched deeper into her as he pushed her back against the side of the pool. She began to undulate her hips. He pressed cautiously into her depths.
Utterly receptive, her tight pussy quickly relaxed and devoured his prick. He began to thrust in and out, probing as deep as the head of his prick would go with each thrust.
"Give it to me, baby," she whispered. "God, your cock feels good. I've never felt a better one."
They half-floated in the water, clinging together, locked in their lascivious embrace. She put her arms around his neck and held on tight. They slowly sank until the water reached their chins.
"You'd better hold on to the side of the pool," he panted.
She put her arms back on top of the gutter and pulled them up. He didn't miss a stroke as they rose. Her springy tits bobbed on top of the water from the force of his thrusts as he drove his cock in and out of her wide-open cunt. Her lithe body clung to his, her legs holding her cunt in the proper position, her arms holding their heads above water.
"I'm going to cum," she moaned, her face twisting, her mouth close to his ear.
"Good," he panted. "Let it go."
She clamped her mouth on his shoulder to muffle her scream as the ecstatic feeling gripped her, then tore through her entire body. Her hips began to undulate faster, driving her pussy at him. He began pounding his cock into her as hard as he could as she twisted and jerked in the water.
His own orgasm suddenly became an inexorable force, lifting his emotions, enveloping him in a cloud of carnal sensations. He put his hands on her waist and dug his fingers into the soft flesh. He speared his cock into her with a flurry of motion, stirring up foam on the water. His entire body jerked as his hips worked rapidly back and forth. Wildly careening sensations possessed him. Cum began to spurt from his cock. The thick, hot cream boiled out of him in gushes. He drove it deeper into her shapely body as he hunched her with all his might. She wrapped her legs tighter around his body, moved her hips from side to side and wrung the last drops of cum from his cock with her tight pussy.
Marcia released her leg-lock, too tired to maintain the position. Newkirk sank under water, put his feet against the side of the pool and pushed off. She clung to the gutter a few seconds, then pulled herself up and rolled onto the cement apron surrounding the pool. She lay on her side for a few moments, then sat up. He floated on his back in the middle of the pool. She blew him a kiss.
"Getting you solo is fun," she said softly. "But I imagine you like two girls at the same time better, don't you?"
"I seldom pass up the opportunity," he said. He rolled over and swam to the side of the pool and held onto the gutter "Especially when the two girls are named Marcia and Maggie and live next door."
"Well, that narrows it down pretty well," she laughed. "Do you have to go undercover with your female officer tomorrow night?"
"She's on her honeymoon."
"Well, as I said, you can't win them all. Why don't you come over to see Maggie and me? About seven? We can probably find something interesting to do."
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Maggie opened the door and gave Newkirk a big smile. "Hi. Come on in."
"You're taking a big chance answering the door in your undies," he said as he eyed her skimpy bra and thong panties.
"Marcia said she invited you over. Besides, I checked you out through the peephole. She had to run some errands. She'll be back soon, but she won't mind if we start without her."
"You don't waste any time, do you?"
Maggie grinned mischievously. "You didn't come over here to ask me about police procedures. Marcia said she fucked you in the pool last night and asked you to come over tonight and fuck both of us. Why waste time?"
She moved up close to him and turned her mouth up for a kiss. He held her by the shoulders and looked into her lust-filled eyes. He caressed her lips with the tip of his tongue, then put his lips to hers. Her sensuous lips came alive against his. She opened her mouth and his tongue quickly entered and began exploring.
Maggie stepped back, drew a deep breath and laughed lightly. "Whew, you sure know how to kiss."
"So do you," he said softly. "Meeting you and your sexy roommate was worth the beating I got that night."
"Then why didn't you come back sooner?"
"As I told Marcia, I've been chasing a damn cat burglar. I have to do my job. You can't hold that against me."
"Well, I guess it isn't fair of us to hold it against you, is it?"
"What I most want you to hold against me is your fantastic body," he quipped, grinning.
"Ouch," she teased. "Your puns are terrible."
"I'm a cop, not a writer of wit."
She put her head on his shoulder and rubbed his crotch. She felt his cock stir ever so gently. Being with a sexy man she knew to be a creative and attentive lover gave her a special feeling of contentment, with a generous measure of anticipation stirred in. She put both arms around his neck and melted into his arms. He cupped her buttocks and pulled her crotch up tight. His hands felt hot against her bare ass cheeks.
He kissed her again. She gurgled into his mouth, a naughty sound that expressed precisely how she felt, and ground her prominent mound against his cock. She felt wanton and mischievous and hornier than a Texas steer.
She held him in an aggressive embrace and kissed him exuberantly, hungrily, without inhibition. She tried to shove her tongue all the way down his throat. He fondled her sumptuous bare ass and pulled her lower tummy against his cock as he returned her kiss with equal fervor.
"God damn," he breathed, licking her lips tenderly. "You're really hot tonight."
"Champagne really turns me on," she answered sultrily. "After two or three glasses, I'm ready to fuck the whole world. I drank about half a bottle while I waited for you to come over and pretend you're the whole world."
"I'll bring along a case of the stuff next time," he laughed.
"Tell me what you're going to do to me!" she whispered, darting her tongue in and out of his mouth.
"Why don't I start by licking you inside and out and see where that leads?" he teased.
She kissed him passionately. "I love being licked," she said breathlessly.
He unsnapped her bra and pushed the straps off her shoulders. She kept her lips glued to his and released one arm at a time to let him get her bra off. He forced one hand between their bodies and began to fondle her pretty tits. Without breaking their torrid kiss, she began to back toward the bedroom. He put his hands on her lush hips and guided her. A small bedside lamp gave the bedroom just the right amount of light for a sexy setting.
Maggie felt the back of her legs hit the bed and released her powerful arm-lock and broke the kiss. She sat down and cut her eyes up at him with a flirtatious look. "Is your tongue in good form tonight?"
He stuck his tongue all the way out and waggled it at her. "What do you think? The way you came at me gave it extra strength."
"Are you saying I acted like a wanton woman?"
"Yes. And you know it."
"Sure, but a girl-likes to know her efforts were noticed," she giggled.
"You're something else," he laughed. He began to undress, tossing his clothes helter-skelter as he tore them off.
She stripped off her panties and tossed them at him. "You'd better believe it, baby!" She rotated on her ass and lay back on the bed with her legs open and her arms folded under her head to lift and accentuate her tits.
He stood upright with his hands on his hips. His potent prick rose proudly out of the abundant brown hair covering his groin, pulsating with his heartbeat. Gazing lovingly at her sensual body made his blood burn as it raced through his veins.
"Fabulous," he whispered reverently, surveying her with a detective's eye. "When you're fifty, your body will be as breathtaking as it is now."
"You say the nicest things," she murmured. She took a deep breath and arched her back slightly, lifting her tits a little higher, accenting them a little more.
He lay down on his side, facing her. She turned to face him and reached for his cock. She ran her hand all over the implement, trying to deduce its configuration by touch instead of sight. She gave up with a deep sigh of resignation.
"That didn't sound like a sigh of contentment," Newkirk said.
"I didn't get a chance to really look at your cock the night Marcia and I rescued you. I played with it and sucked it and rode it, but I don't know how it's shaped. I was trying to tell by feel alone, but I can't."
"So? That still doesn't explain the sigh."
"Fucking and sucking a cock with a beautifully shaped head really gets to me."
"I don't recall that I left you unsatisfied that night," he said, feeling a little defensive. "You didn't look at my tongue closely, either, but you liked the way it felt in your pussy."
"That isn't what I mean, baby. I can't explain exactly what I mean."
"Maybe you'd better not look at it," he said. "You might decide you don't like it and kick me out of bed. Then I'd just have to wait for Marcia to come home and fuck her solo again."
"Oh, baby, don't be silly! Of course I won't kick you out of bed. Not right now, anyway," she giggled. "I need to fuck as badly as you do. I'm not saying I won't like fucking you as much as I did that night, or that I won't cum as well as I did then. I just want to take a close look at your cock."
"Whatever pleases you," he said. He wiggled around so the pool of light from the small lamp fell across his groin. She rolled over, sat by his hip and peered raptly at his rampant rod for a few moments.
"Want a magnifying glass?" he quipped.
"Not hardly, baby! Anyone who couldn't see this big thing with the naked eye is blind." She ran the tip of her forefinger around the bulging ridge at the base of the head. "Outstanding," she muttered. She wrapped her fist around the bare knob and rotated her hand. "Ummm, sensational. It's sculpted just the way I knew it had to be."
"I'm glad you like it. It's the only one I've got."
"I adore it," she whispered affectionately. Bending over, she kissed the tip of the sensitive flesh, then ran her tongue all the way around the head. "I always cum when I have a cock in me, and you made me cum so fucking hard the other night." She kissed his cockhead again, then leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. "I believe you said something about licking me inside and out."
"You can go right ahead with what you're doing. I don't mind."
"I'll suck you later, baby." Her ardor was running in high gear. Being in bed with a sexy guy, naked and ready to fuck, felt wonderful. "Maybe I'll even use the way you lick me as an example of how well I'll suck your cock."
"As I remember, the one time you sucked me, you did a superb job."
He pushed her onto her back and got on his knees. She thought his promise to lick her inside and out was just talk. She expected him to lick her nipples, as most guys did, then dive into her pussy and begin chowing down.
He straddled her thighs without putting any weight on her legs. His cock lay along the silky flesh of her inner thighs and the head nestled into the thick thatch of blonde hair covering her crotch. He bent down and brushed the tip of his tongue along each side of her neck, then up her throat.
She realized he indeed meant to lick her all over. She surrendered blissfully. "You wacky, kinky bastard," she giggled happily. "I love it!" The unique experience made her nipples tighten and her pussy tingle. Goose bumps rose all over her body. Her insides became a quivering mass of thrilling sensations.
Newkirk licked across her left shoulder, down the top of her arm with long, light strokes of his tongue. He licked the underside of her arm, her armpit, and onto her chest. Between her tits. He swirled his tongue over her left nipple, widening the circle, leaving rings of glistening saliva around her fleshy globe. He went to her right shoulder and repeated the process, ending up at the base of her right tit.
He went down her body, zeroing in on the indentation of her belly button. He rimmed the diminutive hole, making more goose bumps pop up on her belly. He licked her hips, her thighs, and all the way to her toes.
He crossed her ankles and pushed gently and she instinctively rolled over. He treated her body like a smorgasbord, patiently savoring every part of it, showing a sincere fondness for every curve and hollow and swell. She had never experienced anything so delightful.
He tickled the soles of her feet and the backs of her knees with the tip of his wiggly tongue.
When he reached the swell of her ass, he startled her by pulling the alluring cheeks apart and licking her asshole. She almost jumped out of her skin. No one had ever treated her to such a kinky pleasure. She loved it!
He licked and nibbled his way up her spine. When he reached the base of her neck, she lifted herself onto her elbows and let her head drop forward. He brushed her wild mane of hair away from the nape of her neck and licked there.
"Now," he whispered in her ear, "I will tickle your belly button. From the inside! "
Her breath escaped in a sibilant hiss. She started to turn over again. He put one hand in the middle of her back and pushed her back down on her stomach. He slid down between her legs, pushed her onto her knees and spread her buttocks. He began to lick her from the top of her slit to the bottom of the cleft between her ass cheeks.
Maggie wailed. Not in pain, but pleasure. The unexpected assault of his tongue on her pussy and ass from the rear thrilled her to the core. She had never had a cock up her ass, but at that moment he could have rammed his cock in her back door and she would have thanked him profusely.
She felt like a minx in heat, titillated in the most remote nerve in her body. She didn't know how much more of the unique stimulation she could take before she went crazy. But it would be fun to find out. What woman in her right mind would call a halt to such exceptional, mind-blowing loving?
Newkirk rolled onto his back and stuck his head between her legs. He pulled her drenched pussy down to his mouth, held her hips in a firm grasp, and rolled her over onto her back. He rose to his knees and pushed her legs nearly straight out from her hips.
"There is no more tantalizing sight in the world than a naked woman lying on her back with her legs spread wide open," he murmured. He caressed the inside of her thighs. "like the finest silk," he said with unfeigned adoration. He ran his hands over her protuberant, hairy mound. Peeled her nether lips apart and studied the succulent pink furrow. "Your pussy is gorgeous. I'm glad you don't cut off half of the hair, the way a lot of women do now."
"And you know about a lot of women, do you?" she quipped, thrilled by having her legs spread so wide and her pussy examined so closely.
He bent over and ran his tongue through her juicy gash. "Enough," he said.
Maggie flexed her knees, planted her feet and tilted her pussy up. Every fiber of her being thirsted for the rewarding caress of his cunning tongue.
He licked her pussy as thoroughly as he licked her body. He took particular delight in teasing her turgid clit, pushing it up and down and from side to side under his tongue.
"Ooohhh, baby!" she whimpered. "What you're doing to me! My God, I feel like I'm coming apart! I'm going to cum, baby! I'm going to cum!"
Her chest heaved as she fought for air. Her mind reeled, inexorably losing the battle to hold onto some semblance of lucidity. She had been on the verge of a mind-bending orgasm for what seemed like an eternity. Something had to give. As she said, she felt as if she was going to come apart at the seams.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Maggie's body began to shake. Her legs began to quiver. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She clamped her legs around his head so tightly she nearly broke his neck.
Newkirk continued to lick her clit with the same steady pace and rhythm. Her tremors began to abate. She sucked in an extra large gulp of air. She released his head from her strenuous leg-lock and fell limply to the bed.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" she exclaimed.
He lifted his head and chuckled. "Welcome back," he said softly. "Did you have a pleasant ride?"
"God, did I ever! I went where no woman has ever gone before. I have never experienced anything like it in my life. What did you do to me?"
"Beats the hell out of me. I started licking your clit and you took off for outer space." He rotated his head and twisted it from side to side. "You nearly broke my neck when you blasted off."
Maggie pushed herself up on her elbows. "Oh, baby, I'm sorry," she said. "I couldn't control myself."
He licked her clit and she shivered. "I believe I promised to lick you inside, too," he said.
"Oh, God!" she wailed, flopping back on the bed.
He opened his mouth wide, covered her entire cunt, and began to tongue-fuck her furiously. She cried out and came again. She didn't have the strength to endure another such stupendous disruption of her senses. When she came down this time, she sat up and grabbed his head.
"Get up here," she growled. "Stop kissing my pussy before you kill me and kiss my mouth."
He slid over her and rested his weight on his elbows and knees. She caressed his cheeks tenderly as their lips met in an amorous kiss. She rolled them onto their side and pulled away from him.
"I'm going to turn around and suck your cock back up," she said. "Don't you dare put your tongue in my pussy! Let me rest before I cum again."
He chuckled mischievously. He couldn't possibly resist licking her pussy when it was right in front of his face. She turned around, cupped his balls in one hand and the shaft of his flaccid prick in her other hand. She opened her mouth and took the head between her sultry red lips. The luxurious, sucking pressure of her mouth sent shock waves of rapture to every part of his body.
He gently lifted her upper leg and put his head on her firm thigh. His tongue flashed out and the tip began to flick over her puffy cunt lips with feathery strokes. She sighed and gurgled around his cock. She couldn't reject his tongue any more than he could refrain from licking her appetizing snatch. Her head moved back and forth slowly. She took more and more of his prong into her mouth. Occasionally, she let his rod slide from her mouth and circled the large knob with her tongue.
He let his tongue wander up and down her succulent slit, coaxing her bloated cunt lips apart. Then he began to tease her clit with light caresses. He knew she had surrendered to the inevitability of getting off again when she began to hunch her ass. He licked her clitoris faster and harder, flattening his tongue and using it like a swab on her distended love button.
More and more of his prick disappeared into her gullet. The head touched the back of her throat. His shaft thickened rapidly, swelling until it felt huge in her mouth. She massaged his balls, extended one finger and tickled around his asshole, and increased the urgency of her sucking.
Abruptly, rigorous contractions of orgasmic release sent fiery sensations through her body at the speed of light. The wild tremors made her shake with excitement and turned her nether region into molten lava. She moaned from deep in her chest as the tingly fever of carnal gratification settled into the nooks and crannies of her being.
Before she stopped cumming, she rolled onto her back and husked, "Fuck me!" She flexed her knees and opened herself for him.
He knelt between her thighs with his hard cock jutting straight out. "Will you cum again?" he asked, his eyes glinting with mischievous pleasure.
"Could I stop it?" She put her hand over her pussy and rolled her clit under the pad of her middle finger. "Give me your cock, baby!"
Without using his hands, he aimed his thickly flared glans at her spread snatch and hunched his hips. She threw her feet into the air, locked her ankles behind his back and thrust her cunt at him. His cock slid into her oily love channel with the greatest of ease.
"Ahhhhhh, fantastic!" he moaned.
"Oooooo, fabulous!" she echoed.
Bloated and solid, his superb, fat cock filled her tunnel of love to the brim. A warm glow of bliss spread over her, turned her body pink. The fleshy grating of the prominent ridge of his cockhead stoked the lascivious fire his tongue had ignited. Her fingers wandered around the heft of his cock, then over the lips of her pussy. She liked the way his meaty shaft stretched her cunt wide open. She ran her finger over her clit, then began to frig herself rapidly. Her ass began to buck and bounce so tumultuously he had to grab her hips and hang on for dear life.
"Fuck me," she gasped. "I'm going to cum."
"So am I," he panted. Licking her body and her pussy had incited his own dire need to cum.
Hanging onto her hips, he rammed his raging prick all the way home. She let out a piercing wail, locked her legs tighter and began to fuck him with swift lunges of her ass. All he had to do was hang on. All he could do was hang on. He felt like a rodeo cowboy, riding a bucking bronco bareback.
She quivered and spasmed, rolled and corkscrewed her ass, clutching his cock in the vise inside her cunt. Her finger moved urgently over her clit. Her wails became louder and deeper. She held him in place with her strong legs and fucked him for all she was worth.
A loud scream poured from her gaping mouth. She threw her ass around violently as the stream of orgasms washing over her became a tidal wave. Her cunt held his throbbing shaft so tightly he couldn't do anything but cum. He couldn't have stopped it in any case. His jism poured into her in jetting spurts.
He bent down and kissed her, then rolled onto his side, taking her with him. She threw her upper leg over his hip and hunched her crotch against his to keep his semierect cock trapped in her fluttering sex channel. He caressed the cheeks of her ass and snuggled her face into the hollow of her shoulder. The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing. The stillness sounded a little eerie, coming as it did after her boisterous vocal tributes to Eros.
"Jesus Christ," Newkirk said, taking a deep breath.
"I feel like an old horse that's been rode hard and put away wet," Maggie said with a girlish giggle. She liked the old western aphorism, had been waiting for the time she could honestly use it, incorrect grammar and all. "I came in both places."
"Both places? What do you mean."
"In my clit and my cunt," she explained. "And that's unusual?"
"For me, it is." She sighed with happiness, a deep sense of accomplishment. "Marcia gets me off that way when she puts the big vibrator in my pussy, sets it on high, and licks my clit. I don't usually get off that way with men."
"I feel honored. I wondered why you were playing with your clit."
"Oh, that was just to make it better. I was still cumming from your tongue when you started fucking me. I think, I'm pretty sure, that I could have cum both places without jacking off. You had me so revved up, I know I could have cum if you hadn't done anything but suck my nipples."
"Maybe we should never fuck again," he said. "I might not be able to meet your expectations next time."
"I hope you're joking."
"You know damn well I am!" he assured her.
"I'm back!" Marcia called out. "Anyone here?"
"Oh, shit!" Newkirk muttered. "I forgot about her. You two might have to play with each other for a while and let me rest."
"In the bedroom," Maggie said loudly. "I'll be right out." She flicked Newkirk's cock with one finger. "We can play with each other when you aren't here. Concentrate, baby, and get the blood flowing to that thing again." She trotted into the living room in her birthday suit. And stopped dead in her tracks. "Oh," she gasped. "I didn't know we had company."
"Maggie, this is Detective Sergeant Amy Gordon," Marcia said. "I found her in the hall. She came over to see Newkirk, but he isn't home. I invited her in to visit with us until he gets back. Sergeant Gordon, this is my roommate, Maggie."
Amy held out her hand and smiled. "Please, call me Amy. We are rather informal, aren't we?"
"I don't usually greet guests this way," Maggie said as she shook Amy's hand. "Pleased to meet you. If you'll excuse me, I'll put on a robe."
"Maggie, what's keeping you?" Newkirk yelled. "This thing is coming to life again."
Amy arched one eyebrow. "Newkirk? Is that you?"
Newkirk appeared in the doorway, looking puzzled, unaware that his cock stood at half-staff. "Amy? What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were on your honeymoon."
"I got back yesterday," Amy said. "I wanted to see you. Looks like I'm seeing all of you. I didn't mean to crash your party." She started unbuttoning her blouse as she eyed his cock. She shrugged out of her blouse and unfastened her bra. "But, since I'm here, may I join you?"
"Better ask him," Marcia said. "I don't know if he can handle three of us. Maggie has already had him once, and I don't intend to be left out."
"Do you do girls?" Maggie asked.
Amy unzipped her skirt and let it drop. "I let a girl do me once. Does that count?" She pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. "I came pretty good when she licked me. I didn't have the nerve to lick her."
Maggie grinned. "Let Marcia get her tongue in your pussy, and you'll change your mind. She can turn you inside out."
"Don't I have anything to say about this?" Newkirk asked.
"If you did, what would you say?" Marcia asked as she removed the last of her clothes.
"Hot damn!" Newkirk exclaimed.
"How big is your bed?" Amy asked.
"Oh, we'll be all tangled up, but I think we can manage," Maggie said. "Shall we draw straws?"
Amy looked at Marcia, then at Maggie. "Let him wait a while. I think I want to find out if Marcia's tongue is as good as you say."
'Turn about is fair play," Maggie said.
"I know," Amy said softly.
Marcia grabbed Amy's hand and headed to the bedroom. "Last one in the bed is a rotten egg," she giggled.
"God damn," Newkirk muttered. "I'm sure glad I got beat up that night!" He followed the girls into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. "Would you believe, I thought a couple of girls were the burglars doing those burglaries? I'm sure glad I was wrong."
