Chapter 18
After the sheriff left with Tyson Smithfield in handcuffs, Pat looked at Maggie and said, "Let's celebrate. Lots of bubbly and half a cow sounds about right to me. What do you say?"
"Give me half an hour," Maggie replied happily.
She bathed and looked at herself in the mirror. For a change, she liked her reflection. She felt better than she had in years.
Pat took her to the only steakhouse in the small town. He ordered a couple of potent drinks to spark their appetite, and champagne with dinner.
He lifted his glass in salute and said, "To the super sleuth. Frankly, I thought Andrea did it, and you were just wasting your time."
"I know what you thought," she replied. "I started out thinking with my heart. Then I got my act together and started to think with my head."
Their dinner arrived, thick slabs of excellent beef grilled to perfection and a bottle of decent champagne. The smell of the food reminded Maggie that she ate Andrea's pussy for lunch. She dug into the meat with gusto.
"How's Andrea holding up?" Pat asked.
At the mention of her girlfriend, Maggie blushed slightly. "As well as can be expected," she replied. "I think she took Bradford's betrayal worse than Duncan's death. I'm going to stay with her until she feels better. I can write here as well as I can at home. In fact, I think I'll put the script I was working on aside and write a story based on this murder."
"Good idea. Add some sex to it, and it should sell quite well."
Maggie tossed her head and laughed. "Exactly what I was thinking. I have some good material to work with, don't you think?"
"Maybe we can arrange to give you some more. Wonder what Emma is going to do now."
"What Emma has always done. She'll use her pussy to cast a spell over some rich guy. She is a predator, with no other talent but sex. She isn't very bright, but she does know how to keep a man sexually satisfied. Her kind sails through life without a worry or a backward glance. Bradford won't be so lucky."
"Don't feel sorry for him," Pat said. "He's bright enough to know better. He let greed get a death grip on him."
"Literally," Maggie said. She crossed her knife and fork on her plate. "Good meal. Thank you."
"Thank you for your pleasant company. I've always heard that the direct approach works best," he said with a grin.
"Try it," Maggie replied.
"There's a nice little motel a couple of blocks from here. I still have a room there."
Maggie shook her head gently. "No. Let's go back to the cottage. I feel more comfortable there. You can light the fire in the fireplace while I do what ladies do before they.. . . "
Pat grinned and took her arm.
Maggie went into the bedroom and removed her dress. Pat stood, and turned around when she came back into the small living room.
Grinning mischievously, she spread her legs slightly and teased the long thicket of hair along her slit between two fingers, coaxing it into greater fullness. Then she wet the tip of one index finger and rubbed her nipples until the large buds expanded and stood up proudly.
His eyes widened. Her bright red cut-out bra, red crotchless panties and red sandals warmed the cockles of his heart. And made his cock tingle.
"Wow!" he whispered.
He looked long and hard at the thatch of thick brown hair showing through the slit in her panties. His eyes wandered slowly up her body, admiring the breathtaking sight. They settled on her dark areolae and long, thick nipples protruding through the cut-outs in the center of her bra. He stepped closer and ran his fuck finger through her slit. With the tip of his finger hovering lightly on her clit, he kissed each of her nipples, felt them swell.
She unzipped his pants and dug out his cock. She stroked it slowly and tilted her head for another kiss. They kissed passionately as she gently jerked his cock and he tenderly toyed with her clit. She broke the kiss and took a step back, breathing hard, a sparkle of carnal joy lighting up her eyes.
Slowly, lovingly, she jacked his prick, using both hands, one above the other. She held his prick erect with her left hand. She made a ring with the thumb and forefinger of her right hand and slipped the ring over his bare knob. She twisted her hand with an exaggerated movement as she slide it up and down on the crown of his cock. She glanced at him covertly from the corner of her eye to confirm his pleasure.
"Splendid cock," she whispered. "I can feel your pulse throbbing in it. It feels like bone. Or gristle, at least. Hard to believe it gets so hard from just filling with blood.
He humped his ass gently, shoving his prick through her hand. "You are just full of surprises tonight."
"You ain't seen nothing yet!" She giggled like a schoolgirl.
He didn't giggle. He moaned. Her fingers around the second most sensitive spot on his body nearly drove him to distraction. She alternated between tightening and loosening the ring of her fingers as she stimulated the head of his cock and felt him tremble.
Pat grunted. Yearning radiated from the head of his cock, flooded his entire body. He didn't know what she had in mind. Obviously, she wanted him to fuck her. If not, she wouldn't wear such a captivating outfit and act so seductive. Pronto, he hoped. He knew that he couldn't hold it back much longer.
She wrapped her whole hand around his cockhead and made a loose fist. Her left hand slid down to cup his balls. She rolled the delicate spheres gently, knowing that she held the most sensitive part of his body. She knew that, if she wished, she could reduce him to a babbling idiot simply by squeezing hard. For a few moments, she rotated and pumped her hand on just the bare knob.
"God, baby!" he moaned. "That feels good!"
"Thought you might like it," she whispered in reply.
"I love it!" he exclaimed, half under his breath as rapture threatened to take away his voice.
"Want me to jack you off and relieve the pressure?" she asked quietly, staring at his stiff rod.
"What do you have in mind for later?"
"Oh, a little of this and a little of that," she said ambiguously.
"You appear to have everything well in hand."
"What I have in hand is one great hunk of meat," she said with a giggle. "It fits my pussy perfectly and feels just fabulous in my hand."
"Your mouth isn't half-bad, either," he muttered, remembering the way she sucked his cock the night before.
She stared at her hand sliding around on his cock. She stuck out the middle finger of her left hand and tickled the nerve bundle between his balls and his asshole. Her right hand began to move faster, going up and down the full length of his pulsating shaft.
"You can cum any time, baby," she murmured softly. "I want to watch your juice spurt out of your cock."
He welcomed her approval, but he didn't need it. He was beyond the point where he could shut off his orgasm, no matter what she said. Even if she removed her hand, he would still cum.
He grunted, a raucous sound that started in the bottom of his stomach and poured from his mouth. An instant later, jizz began to spritz from his cock. His grunts became loud moans, almost yells of joy. She held her left hand to catch his cum and continued to pump his prick steadily.
"Ooohhh, baby!" she exclaimed in a hoarse whisper. "Just look at the cum fly! Oooooo, I love it! My God, you were excited. There must be a gallon of the stuff. Just look at it!"
He couldn't look. His cock was so hard that it pulled his eyelids down. His body wouldn't stop jerking and thrashing. Every muscle in his body felt as tight as a bow string. Every nerve jangled.
She jacked him faster, twisting her hand around the shaft as it went up and down. She loosened her grip on the upstroke and tightened it on the downstroke. When her hand reached the end of his cock, her palm passed over the tip, capturing some of his jism. She spread the slick fluid along his shaft as he hand went down, making his prick more slippery.
She pulled and squeezed and twisted his cock until she drained it dry. Toward the end of his ecstasy, he pried his eyes open and watched her squeeze the last drop of cum from his cock. His eyes darted back and forth between his cock and her face, noting her passionate look and dreamy, half-closed eyes
"There," she said sweetly. "How was that?"
"Super!" he exulted. "I didn't know that jacking off could feel so good."
"Maybe the fact that my hands did the job made a big difference. I had fun doing it. Now, why don't you undress while I wash my hands?"
"God, my legs feel like jelly!" he said with a joyous guffaw. "You sure handled my cock well. I didn't know I had so much cum in me."
"You'd better have a lot more where that came from!" she teased, chuckling erotically.
He kissed her and patted her foxy ass as she walked away. She came back a few minutes later. She beamed and kissed him on the lips, flicking her tongue fleetingly in and out of his mouth.
"I borrowed that rug in front of the fireplace from Andrea this afternoon. Why don't we lie down and rest?"
Pat's mama didn't raise any fools. He grinned and lay down. "Whooo, this rug feels absolutely decadent."
She reached between his legs and pulled his cock and balls up so she could look at them. "Don't lie on those precious things, lover," she said. "You might crush them and then they wouldn't help either of us."
He sprawled out on the rug with his eyes closed, thoroughly relaxed. She leaned over and began to lick his cock. His body spasmed as though thousands of volts of electricity were shooting through him. He lifted his head and looked at her. She began to lick his cock quickly. He pushed himself up on his elbows so he could watch her.
She licked his dick until it rose to its full size. The feathery touch of her hands playing lightly over his cock and balls made him tremble. Her fingers touched every part of his prick as she gently massaged and rolled his balls.
"You have a beautiful cock, baby," she crooned, her voice soft and soothing. "Your balls are so full again. You need to cum badly, don't you?"
"Yeah," he wheezed, looking down at her lovely, sexy face, surrendering to her.
Her long, pink tongue slithered slowly between her luscious lips. They way she extended it reminded him of a giraffe's tongue. He knew that wasn't a flattering metaphor, but couldn't think of a better one at the moment. The tip of her tongue swiped across the head of his prick and he shuddered. She cupped his balls in her left hand, letting the hard, sensitive orbs rest in her soft, warm palm.
She closed her right hand around his stiff, pulsing shaft. Her tongue curled around the head of his cock, hot and wet on the nerve-filled knob.
He watched the foxy woman fool around with his dick. The heat of sexual passion permeated to the very core of his being. Even the marrow in his bones tingled.
She slid her tongue along the underside of his tool, from the head to the base and back up again. She opened her mouth wide with her tongue fully extended and began to lower her head slowly. He arched his hips and shoved his cock at her mouth.
She chuckled and let his prick slide slowly over her soft, voluptuous lips into her mouth. The tip of her extended tongue touched the base of his cock. She held his prick between her tongue and upper lip, and wiggled the tip of her tongue.
He sighed deeply and quaked all over. No one had ever made love to his cock with such consummate skill.
She drew her tongue back into her mouth leisurely, provocatively, sliding it along the bottom of his shaft. Once again, her tongue curled around the head of his prick, laving it tenderly, coating it with warm saliva. She held his love wand in her mouth and without applying suction.
Pat groaned out loud. Maggie chuckled again. The vibrations from her vocal cords lashed his cockhead. He groaned louder. She lifted her head and looked at him with a devilish twinkle in her eyes.
"You like getting your cock sucked, don't you?" Her tongue flashed out and laved the tip of his tool.
"God, yes!"
"I like to suck cock," she whispered. Her tongue made another swipe at his prick, traveling from the base to the head along the underside.
"As if I couldn't tell!"
She gripped his cock tightly with her hand just below the crown. Her tongue went into motion, licking only the bare head, periodically curling all the way around it. She licked it up and down and went all the way around it. She twisted his cock and turned her head so she covered every inch of the tender flesh.
His cock got so hard, it almost hurt. The head swelled bigger than he could remember. So full that pangs of lust shot through it. He wished she would hurry and take it into her mouth.
She began to bob her hand up and down as she licked. She gripped the knob loosely in her fist and licked the shaft. She gripped the shaft just behind the head again and dribbled saliva on the naked knob. She began to stroke, slipping her hand up around the head, then going all the way to the base.
"Playing with your cock is fun," she said softly. "Am I making it feel good? I really want to, you know."
"Fuck, yes!" Pat exclaimed. "You're very good. Your hands are so soft and your mouth is fantastic."
Determined to give him as much pleasure as she knew how, Maggie felt no need to make him cum yet. "Thank you," she said, smiling. She closed her left fist around his bare cock-head. She squeezed gently while jacking him with her right hand. "Does that feel good?"
"God damn, woman!" he yelped.
"Then you should really like this." She replaced her left hand with her mouth.
Pat gasped with delight as her hot mouth covered his cockhead, her lips closing tightly around the shaft just below the knob.
"God!" he croaked.
Maggie lifted her head and grinned at him. "Hang on, baby," she cooed. "I've only just begun to make your cock feel good."
As if to prove her point, she engulfed his prick. Very slowly, very methodically, her head began to move down. More and more of his cock disappeared into her mouth. He felt the radical difference when the head of his aching prick passed into her throat.
She swallowed nearly all of his meat and paused for a moment, holding his cockhead just inside her throat. She nearly blew his mind by tightening the muscles in her throat and applying exquisite pressure on the knob. He thought she was going to suck the end of his dick off and swallow it! The pressure of the knot of cum building in his gut actually hurt.
She stopped sucking and began to stroke what little of his cock was left outside her mouth. She held the head in her throat and gripped his shaft tightly. She used short strokes, twisting her hand around and around.
His body began to vibrate like the large string on a bass fiddle. His ass twisted and bucked. He gnashed his teeth. With supreme effort, he kept his eyes open so he could watch the astonishing woman fuck her phenomenal mouth with his cock.
Suddenly, cool air hit his cock. She sat back and watched his prick jerk and twitch.
"Maggie.. . ? " he mumbled his mind in chaos.
"I just wanted to look at your cock and let you calm down for a moment," she said with a sexy chuckle. "Don't you want the pleasure to last a long time? Don't you want to cum in my mouth?"
"Yeah, but I want to fuck you, too! I've already cum once."
"Don't worry, baby. We have all night.
Unless you have another dolly waiting for you in town."
Before he could collect his thoughts and reply, she wrapped her hand around the shaft of his cock again. She took a couple inches of cock back into her mouth. She held her head still and applied powerful suction in her mouth as her hand slid up and down the shaft, tightening ever so slowly.
His cock erupted with a turbulence that warped his mind even further. Astonishment registered fleetingly on his face, replaced at once by an expression of sheer ecstasy. His body stiffened and lifted his ass off the rug.
She held her head steady and let him fuck her in the mouth as his ass jerked up and down. She tightened her grip around his throbbing lance and began to beat his meat faster. She reached between his legs with her left hand to pull his balls gently and roll them around with her fingers.
Pat bellowed with pleasure. His cock squirted profusely and hot juice poured down Maggie's throat in dense gobs. His body strained and flexed and writhed and lurched. After a period of nerve-wracking rapture, his body went limp and fell to the sheepskin rug with a loud thud. He wheezed and panted, fighting for breath.
"No more!" he rasped.
Maggie lifted her head and looked at his cock. She cleared her throat a couple of times and swallowed hard to purge the unfamiliar clot from her throat. "Not quite all, baby," she said, her voice husky with emotion.
She grasped the base of his cock with her thumb and forefinger. She squeezed hard as her hand moved up, milking his cock. One large pearly drop of cum oozed out and stood on the tip of his prick. Her tongue scooped it up.
"Now, I've sucked it dry!" She smacked her lips and smiled. "I huffed and I puffed and I blew the man down!"
"God, baby, it was wonderful! Why did you jack me off and suck me off?"