Courtesy of She parted her shapely legs to let me get between them. I took hold of her lace panties, and she lifted her bottom a little as I slid them along and off her legs. Trish’s pussy, with her pubic hair waxed at the front into that landing strip and her inner lips, pink, puffy and moist, was now exposed to me.
I gently ran the tip of a finger between her inner lips, coating it with the fluid that was pooled there, and then leaned down to kiss her just above her clitoris, inhaling the piquant, tangy, yet sweetish scent of her pussy for a moment.
In the corner of my eye, I saw her swallow deeply as I heard her taking a shuddering breath. Then, I ran my tongue back up between her inner lips, just gently brushing against her clit with the left side. I dipped the tip of my tongue into the sex fluids pooled between Trish’s inner lips and used my tongue to sweep some onto her clit.
She reached down with her right hand to stroke the back of my head as I placed my lips over her swollen clit, and I began to apply the gentlest of suction. I heard that hissing intake of breath again, and Trish’s thighs both jerked a little as she said, “Oh, Mark, that’s so good.”
The taste of Trish’s pussy and the intimacy of what I was doing were making me even more excited by the minute. I began to use a little more tongue, and immediately, she began to buck her hips. She took a gasping intake of breath and then cried out, “Oh, God, Mark! I’m coming!!” I had to brace my forearms on her thighs to keep her from pulling her clit from my lips before her orgasm had passed. Then her whole body relaxed again.
I moved up to lie on Trish’s right side as she turned to embrace me on the bed. She kissed my mouth, still wet with her pussy juices. My cock was now rampant and making an obvious bulge in my jeans.
I kissed her deeply, feeling the excitement washing through me. She reached down and stroked once along my cock through my jeans. She unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly while I watched, almost breathless with excitement. She reached inside my fly and gently touched the leaking end of my cock with her left thumb. “Come on, Mister Stockton. I think you can take it from here,” she said and pulled on the waistband of my jeans, signalling that it was time to take them off.
I nodded, taking off my jeans and underpants, dropping them on the floor beside the bed. Trish looked at my erect tool and without speaking, she climbed over to straddle me again. She said, “May I?”
“Go ahead,” I said, looking at my cock as Trish guided it to the entrance of her pussy. It was an incredibly sexy sight to watch this beautiful girl squatting over me, parting the lips of her pussy, placing the head of my cock against the opening, and sinking down to take about half of my cock in the first movement. Then she lifted herself and allowed me to penetrate her fully with two more gentle movements of her pelvis. Almost instinctively, I began to move my pelvis up and down, feeling the slippery walls of Trish’s pussy glide along the sensitive skin of my unyielding cock.
I put my arms around her as we fucked gently, with Trish on top, controlling the motion. She said, “When you want to come, just go for it.”
“What about you?” I asked.
“You already made me come,” Trish replied. Her snug, wet pussy embraced my rigid cock, making it feel right at home inside her, taking its entire length with each gentle movement of her pelvis. I moved my hands down to place my palms on her buttocks, feeling them clench with each thrust. “Do you like that?” she asked, sounding a little breathless.
“I love it,” I said as I kissed her mouth, feeling the pleasure mount inside me. My own orgasm wasn’t far off, but I was hoping Trish would come one more time before we finished fucking.
Trish picked up the pace a little with her thrusting, and I could feel my cock going deeper inside her. I took my left arm from Trish’s right buttock, braced it on the bed, and I rolled us both over, using my left arm to prevent Trish from taking my body weight. My cock remained nestled inside Trish’s pussy the whole time, and we ended up in the missionary position, with me taking the weight on my elbows. “Nice work,” Trish said, smiling up at me. “We didn’t miss a beat.” Her own pelvic motion changed from thrusting to a gentle tilt to meet each of my thrusts.
I moved down to kiss Trish hungrily, passionately; we explored each other’s mouths with our tongues as my cock explored her pussy. I started to thrust harder into her. I could feel the beginnings of my own orgasm, so I ramped up my thrusting a little more, adjusting my position to press my pubic bone harder against Trish’s clit with each stroke. The change in position made the sensitive head of my cock push harder against the tight, slippery walls at the front of her pussy, and the burst of pleasure that I knew was on the way seemed to get closer.
Then, I heard Trish’s voice, louder than before, crying out, “Mark!” Her face looked like she was about to cry, and she hugged me closer to herself, thrusting her own pelvis hard.
That was it for me. The waves of pleasure built up in me, and the sound of her exultant voice signalled that she was on the threshold. A burst of pure crystalline pleasure exploded at the base of my cock and spread through me as I began to empty my seed into Trish’s pussy. At the same time, Trish wrapped her legs around me and made that warbling, moaning sound — “Oooohh, oooohh” – followed by a throaty gasp. Then she relaxed with a long sigh, still hugging me to herself, as I felt the final twinges of my own incredible orgasm pass through me.
I looked down at Trish’s face, still breathing heavily. She was looking straight up into my eyes, and after a moment’s silence, she moistened her lips and said, “That was unbelievable. We came together.” She smiled, a sweet but slightly awe-struck smile.
I’ll never know if Trish got the producers to name her TV boyfriend after me, but what I do know is that the pretend cop that everyone watches on TV is also a flesh and blood woman with a real woman’s needs and desires. After an accident of fate on that late summer weekend, few men know that better than I.
A continuation of Two Officers, by Taverner
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