Chapter 5
David was naked, his back and ass against the bed, his head propped against a pillow.
Georgia had crawled crab-like up over David's middle, had reached down beneath her ass and had hoisted David's large cock to a position that brought David's pulpy cock head to the crease of Georgia's pussy.
Since Georgia's cunt was already sloshing with the seeming gallon of cum David's cock had previously blasted inside of it, and since David's prick was still slick with the veneering it had received while buried up Georgia's cunt, it was easy for Georgia to drop over David's prick and take David's swollen meatiness once again inside of her.
Georgia's cunt mouth slid all of the way down to David's thick cock roots, Georgia's brown pubic hair grinding to a stop within David's blond ones.
"Take it, baby. Take it," David moaned, bouncing his hips upward so that his pelvis bucked into Georgia's hanging cunt. "Yes ... yes ... Jesus, yes."
Georgia leaned forward, her knees pressed to the bed to either side of David's hips. She palced her hands over the man's muscled pectorals, feeling his hard nipples against the flats of her palms. She pulled her ass upward, letting David's massive cock meatiness begin to pull free of her cunt. As the cock drug free, the resulting tug and suction caused Georgia's pussy membranes to pull outward with David's cock toward the pussy opening. Juice bubbled free of Georgia's sexual slicing, dripping down to wet David's balls which were mushroomed on the bed between the man's muscled thighs.
"You sexy bitch!" David exclaimed, coming up to a sitting position as Georgia's pussy sunk once again to the base of David's cock. "You sexy, sexy, bitch!"
David wrapped his arms around Georgia's body, mashing his pectorals against Georgia's full breasts while Georgia's fingers traveled around to the crease David's spine made down the length of his back.
David ran his right hand up into the nape of Georgia's neck, supporting Georgia's head with his cupping thumb and fingers. He leaned his lips into Georgia's, the pressure forcing Georgia's mouth to come apart. Immediately, David thrust his large, thick tongue into the breach, his tongue tip washing Georgia's teeth and gums before doing sensuous battle with Georgia's tongue as the latter came out to offer playful resistance.
"Mmmmmmmm!" David hummed into Georgia's mouth as his nipples grew harder yet on his chest, as his cock grew harder yet up Georgia's pussy. David's balls began to yank up off the bed to be gathered in a contracted scrotum at the base of the man's tree-like prick trunk.
Georgia continued raising and lowering her cunt along David's upjutting prick. Her pussy lips, like a sexual vice, squeezed along the total length of David's prick, milking the phallic teat for even more juices to add to the natural lubricant already swimming inside of Georgia's cunt cavity. On each upswing, liquids ran free of Georgia's vaginal slicing and rolled thick and oily down along the vein-striated trunk of David's hard penis.
Georgia always made it a point to keep on raising until she felt her pussy mouth collapse into the groove caused by the circumcised flaring of David's cock corona from the man's thick penile neck. Then, with a slight torquing movement, Georgia would screw her tight cunt right back down David's phallic pole.
Up and down ... up and down ... Georgia rode, like a horse on a merry-go-round. And like a merry-go-round, there was music in accompaniment: the uncontrollable soundings of two people in the prime of life who were slowly but surely building toward one more mighty sexual explosion.
"Ride me, baby. Ride me!" David commanded gutturally, his ass giving responsive little bounces on the bed. "Oh, Jesus, yes ... ride ... my ... big, big, big ... cop cock."
David's commands, of course, were superfluous. There was, after all, no way that Georgia was going to do anything except ride ... ride ... ride ... this giant cop cock. Because if the drag of David's hard penile inches was exciting beyond belief for David, then it was equally exciting (if not more so) for Georgia. And in her present superior position, Georgia was able to adjust the entering and exiting of David's blood-engorged meatiness so that David's broad cock back pressed tightly against the budded little nub of Georgia's tack-like clitoris. Waves of tingling ecstasy sunburst from Georgia's molested clitoris and up into the rest of her body. The young policewoman's whole being was becoming infused with a deliciously itching heat that only egged her on to more and more dancing over David's supporting penile pole.
David's cock was so hard anyone would have been hard-pressed to realize this was the third time in a very short while that David's prick had pumped toward climax. On the way to the apartment, David had shot off into Georgia's mouth in the squad car. Shortly after entering the bedroom, David had erupted yet a second time. Now, David's cock was priming for yet a third go. And David knew, from past experience, that this third orgasming wouldn't be the last for this evening-not by a long ways. Because, under even the most normal of circumstances, David was good for more than just a trio of blast-offs. And the happenings of earlier that afternoon-as exposure to danger always seemed to do-had gotten David hotter than all hell.
David hadn't decided to be a police officer only because he was out to do whatever he could to protect his fellow man, had he? Oh, that was certainly part of it. More was simply the fact that he had felt he would be good at that type of work, which-it had turned out-he was. However, somewhere beneath all of that other motivation, David couldn't help admitting that he got from his job a kind of lasting sexual high that he could have derived from very few other jobs. Oh, he might have been a fireman, maybe, or even a circus performer, or, maybe, even a construction worker on those big skyscrapers (all of which would have probably satisfied his need for excitement); but, since his father had insisted he go to college, it had been almost as natural as night and day for David to find himself gravitating toward criminology.
David's father, needless to say, had been none too pleased by David's choice. Paul Miller, after all, had been in business and had hoped that his son would follow in his footsteps. Paul had, however, early realized that he had very little sway over either of his children. And while he had gone to his grave not knowing what had ever possessed Diana to tell that one final family-splitting lie about him, he had likewise died without ever really knowing the son he had fathered. As a matter-of-fact, there had been times (frequent times, as a matter ofact), during the course of his life, when Paul Miller had found himself seriously wondering if he wouldn't have been far better off having never married and having never had children at all. However, he had been born and raised in a generation and age when marriage was simply what every man was expected to do, lest everyone think he were gay. There came a time when Paul had actually been envious of his own children (correction: child, since Paul had since disowned Diana completely), and David's growing to maturity in more progressive times. As far as Paul had been concerned, it seemed far more advantageous to continually play the field, or to have a live-in lover (to be replaced once he tired of her, she tired of him, or they both tired of each other), then it was to go through the charade of a happy marriage-when Paul's marriage had never been all that happy.
"Getting there, stud?" Georgia asked, giving her lower body a grinding rotation that stirred David's hard prick deep inside of her. "Getting ready to fill this sexy bitch with another deluge of wet-white man-cream?"
"Is that what you want, baby?" David asked, knowing that his balls were pulled so far up against the belly of his prick that they seemed almost disappeared. He was also experiencing a burning heat inside his cunt-chafed cock which told him that if Georgia did want the gushing spew of David's sperm inside of her, she wasn't going to have to wait too damned long to get it.
Because, David was just about to give Georgia just what she wanted!
"Got a fire up your pussy that you want this stud's fire hose to put out?" David asked, his head burrowed into the curve caused by Georgia's neck meeting with the woman's shapely shoulders. David's lips moved against Georgia's flesh, tasting the aphrodisiacal sweatiness of female skin gone wet with sexual heat. "Want big stud prick here to send in a flooding of watery spunk to bathe your guts and extinguish the holocaust?"
"I want you to fuck me!" Georgia moaned. "I want you to plug my cunt ... screw my pussy ... hump that man-prick so deep inside of me that when it finally lets go I'm going to taste its cunt-filling cum all of the way up in my mouth."
"Sure, baby, sure," David promised, feeling the tightening in his abdominals, chest, thigh and throat muscles that told him he was poised on the brink and was ready for that long and luxurious fall. "You are ... going to ... get ... just what you asked for ... and more ... More ... FUCKING ... UGHRREEEIIIIII ... MORE!"
"Drown me!" Georgia bellowed, caught off guard by a sudden explosion inside of her that sent her into an orgasm even before David's cock had progressed to the point of belching out its hot and heavy spermal wads. "DROWN ... DROWN MY ... OH, OH, SHIT, OH ... I'M CUMMMMMMMMING, YOU SHIT ... I'M ... OH, GOD, I'M ... I'M ... I'MMMMMMEEEEEEIII-III!"
Georgia corkscrewed her cunt cunt down to the very lower limits of David's prick and left it there. Her spasming vaginal muscles completed the work that her up-and-down momentum had initially begun.
"Here, baby ... HERE!" David bellowed; and, as if somehow hoping to put even more of his cock inside of Georgia than he had already, David's hips bucked upward, bruising pelvic bone against pelvic bone. David's blond pubic hair caught in brown pubic hair, causing pulling pain that went unnoticed beneath the more overpowering deluge of pure pleasure. "HERE ... COMES ... COMES ... COMES ... MY ... CUM ... CUM ... CUM ... YOU ... COCK-HUNGRY ... BITCH!"
And, David wasn't lying. Because even as he was in the process of gutturally announcing it, his magmatic cum was exiting the pulsing cock mouth that punctuated the tip of David's fist-sized cock corona.
Shot after shot of wet-warm cum left David's prick as streamer-trailing comets. The loads of sperm splattered Georgia's pink-glistening cuntal membranes, draping the lubricated dampness with an opaque veneering.
"YESSSSS!" Georgia hissed, her eyes gone wide, her head dropped back on her neck so that her throat tendons were standing out in high relief. "JESSS-SUSGSS ... YESSSSSSSSS!"
And unbeknownst to either David or Georgia, a few feet away, behind the mirror on one wall (the same mirror that was reflecting back the exotic tableau of male-female eruption), David's sister was lost in her own orgasm.
Diana's hot cunt spasmed around her finger-fucking hand. Diana's wet-warm juices drooled down over the young woman's wrist.
"Uh ... ugh ... ugh!" Diana grunted, her teeth biting hard into her lower lip, keeping her sounds muted to the point of being undetected beyond the mirror.