Chapter 16
"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!"