Chapter 6

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."