Chapter 19
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."
The girls didn't hear a word he said.