Chapter 12
Maggie returned from her impetuous nocturnal visit to Patrick Riley's room and took a quick shower. She went to bed and tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She had satisfied her immediate need for cock, but she wanted more. She didn't like instant coffee, but made a cup anyway. She stood at the window and stared at the dark house as the coffee sat on the counter, getting cold.
She put on a simple cotton house dress, a pair of moccasins, and walked briskly out the door. She walked straight to the house and up the stairs to Pat's room.
He was lying on top of the blanket, nude. He sat up and looked at her.
She stood just inside the door for a few moments. "I'm back," she said softly.
"So I see," he replied with a big grin. "Come on in. You're always welcome."
She kicked off her moccasins, then slowly crossed the small room and stood by the bed.
She looked at his cock as she quickly pulled her dress over her head and dropped it. Her firm, ripe tits jutted out haughtily. The stately, fleshy globes tingled with excitement when she cupped them. Warm juice flooded the neglected orifice between her thighs. Longing burned deep in her belly.
He moved back and turned onto his side. She lay down facing him, put one leg over his hip and parted her lips. His mouth covered hers in a long, thoroughly demanding kiss.
"Mmmmmm," she muttered softly. She let herself go, looking forward to the orgasm already stirring in her loins. A passionate warmth permeated her body and mind.
His lips began to work skillfully against hers, coaxing and teasing, fueling the blaze that ran through the underground river of her desire. His mouth held her attention while his hands began to search and explore, seeking her erogenous zones. One hand traveled over the gentle curve of her hip and made its way along the length of her alluring thigh.
She invited his fondling by murmuring and sighing into his mouth. She pressed her prominent mound against his cock, wiggled and squirmed with happiness. A fog of luxurious vibrations plucked at her senses, coaxing her deeper and deeper under his erotic spell.
He pressed the full length of his body against hers. His pelvis began to undulate in a compulsive, sensuous rhythm. His breath became heavier and more uneven. His lips nibbled and played skillfully up and down her neck, sending chills of pleasure coursing down the length of her spine.
His lips captured hers again. His hands began to roam all over her body, caressing her tits, her belly, her inner thighs, reawakening every erotic nerve in her shapely body.
He pushed against her hip and rolled her onto her back. She instinctively spread her legs, eagerly opening herself wide for him. She writhed and nearly laughed with relief when his hand settled onto her mossy mound.
He slid between her legs and gazed hungrily at the succulent pink flesh of her snatch. Her garden of bliss dripped with nectar and pulsated with lust. His mouth watered in anticipation of tasting her essence.
He slithered his tongue between the bloated lips of her luscious pussy and breathed out, drenching her twat with the tantalizing heat of his breath.
"Ooohhh, fuck!" she sighed. She arched her back off the bed in an instinctive spasm of rapture. Her eyelids fluttered and closed. Her fingernails clawed at the sheet as a precipitate, stimulating surge of ecstasy washed over her.
He lifted his head and chuckled, "Well, by God, you aren't mute!"
His stuck his tongue back in her slit. He began to lick and stroke, lapping up the juice dribbling from her liquefied hole. The flavor fired his senses, went to his head like potent alcohol, warmed his blood and set it to pounding harder than ever in his throbbing tool. He swallowed noisily and flicked his tongue steadily along the puffy crack.
"Oh, God! Ooohhh! Oooohhhhh!" Maggie exclaimed, lost completely in the wonderful sensations flowing from between her legs. She had nearly forgotten how good it felt to get her pussy licked by a talented tongue.
Her breath began to come in gasping little pants. Her belly began to rise and fall rapidly. Her hips began to pick up the rhythm instinctively, responding to his creative licking. Her legs stretched and strained. Her muscles contracted and flexed with the tension of desire. She spread her thighs until her legs went straight out from her hips, gladly giving him her most special treasure. The sound of his tongue softly slurping in her juicy snatch kicked her passion higher.
Pat lifted his head and said quietly, "Your pussy tastes so good. I love to suck your sweet snatch and drink your delicious nectar."
"Then get it, baby!" she cried with gluttonous enthusiasm, her voice strained with passion. "Suck my cunt!"
Her puffy cunt lips throbbed and pulsated madly. Her excitement grew by leaps and bounds. Prickling sensations darted over her entire body like lightning, a thousand invisible fingers caressing every inch of her naked flesh. Her tits jiggled and bounced as she twisted and writhed under his relentless licking. She could feel her nipples puckering into rigid points, stimulated by the thrilling shivers and vibrations that rose from her cunt and coursed through her.
Then his tongue slithered up and centered itself on the sensitive bud of her clitoris. He used just the tip at first, flicking softly and rapidly, teasing her without mercy.
"Ohhh, yes, baby!" she wailed. "That's it! My God, that's it!"
She felt as if his tongue had reached deep into her and caressed the very hub of her existence. Her whole body expanded and wrapped itself around his tongue. She began to pull and pinch her nipples, delirious with carnal stimulation, unable to keep her hands still.
"Oh, Pat, baby, your tongue is wonderful! Simply wonderful! God, I love getting my clit licked! Get it, baby! Get me off!"
He continued to work on her clit, knowing what she felt. He knew that he was pleasing her to the ultimate, making her his prisoner of love. Which was exactly where he wanted her-out of her mind with ecstasy.
He continued to flick his tongue over her love bud in a rapid tattoo, teasing her, making her beg for more. Her hips began to swivel as her body began to respond more compulsively to her deep-seated, unsatisfied lust. He slipped his hands under her, grasped her foxy ass, and lifted her crotch against his mouth so he could drink more easily from her sex bowl.
Her delight snowballed. Her writhing and quivering grew more blatant. Her legs stretched and widened, then closed in to clutch at him, imprisoning his head between the velvet ramparts of her thighs. Her clit began to flutter and dance turbulently, responding to each flick of his tongue with a spasm of pleasure.
Her shapely ass cheeks contracted into taut bunches. She jerked her hips up, forced her dripping snatch tighter to his mouth. He began to increase the friction on her clit.
"It's here, baby!" she cried. "Oh, God, it's here! I'm cumming!"
He chuckled to himself and applied his tongue with more force to her fiercely quivering joy button. He knew she was scant seconds away from a formidable climax. He pushed his mouth into the maw of her cunt with unbridled gluttony. His tongue and lips made raunchy gobbling and smacking sounds as he urged her toward the finish line. He pressed on her clit as hard as he could, then eased off a little and began to lick faster.
She banged her cunt into his mouth with absolute abandon. Suddenly, her entire body began to shake like a grass shanty rocked by a violent earthquake. She shouted and screeched, bucked and strained and twisted. Her orgasm was more exhilarating, more exquisite, than she imagined possible. She let it take her, let it command her, surrendered utterly to the blessed deliverance.
She collapsed, gasping, momentarily dazed. She wondered if she was having another delirious dream from which she would wake to find her finger in her pussy instead of Pat's tongue. Cautiously, hoping she wasn't dreaming, she blinked her eyes several times. The room gradually swam back into focus. And there she was, lying on his bed on her back, her legs spread wide, wide open. He lay on his stomach between her shapely stems, licking his lips as if he had just finished a first class, multi-course banquet instead of the feast he had made of her pussy.
She sat up and rolled onto her side, facing his feet. "Hmmmmmm," she muttered as her hand closed on his bloated, trembling prick.
"This feels like a big stick of candy. I've always had this thing for big sticks of candy." She ran her tongue across the very tip of his cock. "Tastes like candy," she mused.
"Suck me off," Pat said quietly.
She got up on her knees and pushed him flat on his back. She gazed at his prick with delight. She lifted it with both hands and began to gently massage the shaft. She rolled the foreskin back and forth, baring the head, then concealing it again.
"Exactly what I had in mind," she whispered. "I love the taste of cum. Been too damned long since I've had a taste of the delicious stuff." She slid off the bed to her knees and pulled on his leg to turn him. "Sit on the edge of the bed so I can use both hands and my mouth."
He would have dangled from the ceiling by his toes for her. He sat up and put his feet on the floor by her hips. She grasped his cock with both hands and held it like a baseball bat with the fat end pointed at her face. He put his hands on her head to guide her. She shook him off with an impatient twitch of her head, then leaned forward. Her sweltering mouth opened as her head moved lower. The head of his prick slid slowly between her lush lips and into her warm oral cavern.
"Marvelous!" he breathed.
She began to bob her head rhythmically, thrusting her mouth further and further down the shaft of his cock. One hand held his rod tightly around the base. Her other slid down to cup and gently knead his swollen balls.
His eyes clouded with carnal pleasure as he gazed down at her. To stick his dick in such a sexy mouth, to gratify her hunger for a taste of cum, gave him sublime pleasure. She wouldn't have to suck very long. Eating her pussy had brought his emotions to the boiling point. He had the feeling it didn't matter to her. She would suck until she sucked seed. It was as simple as that.
He put his hands lightly on her cheeks so he could feel his cock slide between her hot lips. He ran his fingers over her ears and into her hair, feeling the fluffy softness of her curls caressing his fingers.
Methodically, she worked his cock in and out of her heavenly mouth. She swallowed every inch of his meaty shaft. The tip nudged the back of her throat. She swallowed, breathed through her nose, and suppressed the reflex to gag. She had deep-throated a few cocks, but never one so large. She felt very proud of her accomplishment. If her mouth hadn't been so full, she would have said so.
He felt the cum beginning to bubble up his prick. His hips picked up the rhythm of her bobbing head. The jabs of his hips abruptly became short, sharper, faster as the urgency of his need increased rapidly. He stared down at the top of her head, bobbing rhythmically up and down as she gobbled his prick. "Good cocksucker," he muttered.