Chapter 3: Tongue Cramps and Cops

Trixie was still trapped under my weight and no matter how hard she tried to get free, she couldn’t.  That being said, she didn’t seem to be trying too hard.  She continued to stare into my eyes.  That same excited look still remained.

        I started to run my hands through her soft white hair.  She must dye it that color.  I put my other hand on her side, and started to rub it gently.  Her eyes closed and she seemed to be enjoying the treatment.  After my hand got through running through her hair, I approached her face with mine.  I pressed my lips down on hers.  At first she was confused and didn’t know what to do.  After a few more seconds of rubbing her side and trying to get my tongue into her mouth, she go the idea and opened her mouth enough for my tongue to slide in.  Her tongue was now starting to liven up as she learned more about the whole kissing experience.  Maybe she really was from another world.  I doubt a woman that looks as good as her has never had a kiss before, because she was sure acting like it.  She started to press her body against mine as our kiss became increasingly more passionate.  I moved my hand from her side and put it just below her chest.  While still kissing her I ran my hand down her shirt.  Seeing as the shirt fit very loosely on her I easily slide my hand from her stomach up to her chest.  I took her fleshy breast in my hand and squeezed.  The reaction was almost instant.  I felt her moan in my mouth.  Her tongue started to move more rapidly against mine, and I was enjoying every second of it.

        While still kissing her my hand moved from her right breasts, to her left.  I squeezed it in the same manner that I squeezed the other.  But this time I did something a little different.  I moved my hand to the top of the large breasts and squeezed the nipple.  This gave her another jolt as she pressed her lower region even harder into mine.  Huh, I guess sex really is natural.  As the kissing got even more intense I broke it.  Trixie stared at me with an intense look of disappointment.

        “Don’t worry, we aren’t done yet.”  I said.

        I put my hands behind her back and lifted her up slightly.  She started to kiss my neck as I put my hands on the bottom of her shirt.  Damn, she learns fast.  She lifted her arms and the shirt slide off, and I threw it to the side.  I lifted her head up from my neck and then bent my head down to kiss her lips again.  After a short kiss I began to kiss my way down to her neck.  I let my tongue move it’s way down her neck and onto her chest.  By this time I was on top of her while she laid back down on the couch.  I put both of my hands on each of her breasts.  I then put my mouth on the nipple of her left breast and started to move my tongue over it slowly.  She moaned out and grabbed my hair and again, pressed herself against me.  I started to lick more rabidly at her nipple and bit down softly on it.  I moved my hand from one of her breasts down her stomach then to her pants that she borrowed from me.  They felt damp... really damp.  I think I know the reason for that.

        I put my finger on her slit from outside the pants and rubbed slowly and gently.  I was greeted with a small yelp from her.  Again, her grip on my hair tightened.  I moved away from licking her nipple, and started kissing my way down her stomach.  I put my finger inside her tight pussy.  My kissing stopped where the pants begin and I decide to finally take them off to.  Trixie couldn’t have kick them off quickly when they reached her angles.  I started my kissing back up from the same stop and kissed through her hairless pussy down to the lips.  I slightly moved my tongue around both sides of her pussy, being sure not to enter just yet.  The hand that had been exploring her insides was now squeezing her ass as I decided to let my tongue take over.  As my tongue went around her slit I felt that all too familiar hand grab my head again.

        “The Great and Powerful Trixie thinks you tease too much.”  She said, barely able to get the sentence out.

        “I enjoy being a-”

        I was cut off due to the fact she pressed my face into her wet pussy.  Well I guess I know what I have to do now.  Again I choose my tongue as the pleasure of choice and start licking and tasting her insides.  Her clit was hard and easy to spot.  I instantly darted my tongue to it, and licked and twirled my tongue around her pleasure spot.  My head was being pushed harder into her sweet spot and I was sure she was about ready to orgasm.  Her moans were reaching a high volume, and she was sure to leave nail marks in my head.  I picked up my licking pace to the point of tongue cramps, the worst kind of cramps.  She was starting to face fuck me and I knew I was getting her close.  I heard the groans and moans of a woman getting ready to orgasm.  Then finally she did it.  I felt her tight pussy start to lightly squeeze my tongue and more liquid came from her.  It tasted almost sweet.  Mmm, tasty.

        She was slightly sweaty from her orgasm, and was panting heavily with her eyes closed.  She opened her eyes slightly and gazed in mine.

        “That’s...Sex?  The Great and Powerful Trixie enjoys... this thing called... sex.”  She said as she panted.

        “Nope, that’s not sex.”  I said.

        “What?!”  She said, sounding confused.

        “Yep, sex involves more than just my tongue and hands.”  I said.

        “Wait, what are hands?”  She asked.

        “Well, hands are-”

        *BAM BAM BAM*

        “What the fuck could that be?”  I wondered.

        “POLICE, ANSWER THE DOOR, WE CAN HERE YOU IN THERE.”

        “Shit, this isn’t about that dead hooker is it?  Wait... I don’t have a dead hooker, just an injured tongue.”  I said to myself.  “Trixie, I would suggest you just stay in here. For the sake of us both, I think you shouldn’t talk to the police.”

        “The Great and Powerful Trixie doesn’t think she could get up if she tried.”  She said.

        “Good.”  I said and made my way over to the door.  I sighed deeply, and opened the door.  I fucking hate cops.

        “Good morning officer.”  I said as pleasantly as I could.

        “Cut the shit.  We got noise complaints against this house from an hour ago.”  The officer said.  Oddly enough he was alone... so who the fuck was he referring to?”

        “We?   There seems to be only one of you.”  I said.

        “Shove the smart ass remarks up your ass unless you want to take a ride.”  He said.

        “I don’t think I know what noises you’re referring to sir.”  I said.  Goddamn, it hurt to say sir.

        “People described it as loud crashes, and electronic sounds.”  He said.  “Have you been blasting that shitty dub step music kid?”  He asked.

        Crashes, and electronic sounds?  What the fuck was he going on about.  Unless that’s the sounds Trixie made when she arrived.  Fuck, that must of made a big mess...  I’m going to have to fucking clean up aren’t I?

        “Hey!  You fucking deaf piece of shit!  Answer my fucking question!”  He demanded.

        “Well, first of all, dub step isn’t really my style, metal is.”  I said.

        “Well then, explain all the noises asshole.”  He said.

        “I have no idea what noises you’re talking about.  How could theses people even pinpoint the noises to this house?  Sounds like shitty police work if you ask me.  Maybe your invisible partner could shed some light on the issue.”  I said.

        “One more fucking comment and I will fuck you up kid.  Let me in so I can search the area.”  He said.

        “You’re fucking crazy.  I’m not stupid, dipshit.  Let me see your fucking warrant signed by a judge and then you can get in here.  Sounds to me like you don’t have any fucking grounds to search the place anyway.  So if you’re done harassing me then I think you can leave now.  Unless you want to talk to a lawyer.”  I said.  HA!  Lawyer.  Like I have one of those.  Shit, I hope he doesn’t want to talk to one.

        “I could always just beat the shit out of you and say you were resisting arrest.”  He said.

        “Are you that fucking bored?”  I asked.  “Not enough black people to beat up today?”

        “Fine, you aren’t worth my time you miserable fat pile of shit.  I look forward to seeing you again.”  He said as he walked off.

        It’s always nice talking to the courageous police force of America.

        “The Great and Powerful Trixie thinks it wise that I didn’t talk to him.”  She said.  “Would you like to show me the rest of this sex concept?”  She asked.

        “Not now.  That cop killed my boner.  Maybe I should press charges for it.  Call it boner harassment.”  I said.

        “The Great and Powerful Trixie is confused.”  She said.

        “Yeah, probably.  But I gotta say.  Looking at your figure again is helping my dick heal.”  I said.

        “Is this dick of yours used in the act called sex?”  She asked.

        “It certainly is love.”  I said.  “Now lets make our way downstairs.  I need to see what damage you caused.”  I said.

        “I didn’t cause any damage, it was that wizards bouchet spell.”  She said.

        “I highly doubt a wizard of that caliber could fuck up a spell.”  I said.  Wait, why am I even going along with this, wizard aren’t real.

        I along with The Great and Fuckable Trixie made my way down the stairs.  I could smell burnt wood, and fabric.  This can’t be good.  After finally reaching the basement I stared at the fucking mess that was my basement.  Nothing was still on fire, but something really fucking burnt my shit up.  I saw something that reflected my Nintendo 64... Wait... IT WAS!  It was burnt to a crisp.

        Mother... FUCKER!”  I screamed.