"Because I want to watch you myself," Perfidia joined in, leaning forward to finger Pink's snatch. "Now get on your knees and get licking, like the man wants. We can't have him complaining to the authorities about pesky Gypsy women corrupting the locals, can we?"
Pink's eyes widened playfully, and she knelt between Pandora's long, shapely legs. Her little tongue darted beneath the dark curls, coaxing her lover to spread farther and hold herself open with her quivering fingertips. Virgil groaned and lunged laboriously, his gaze riveted on the vision of a redhead lapping at a half-naked woman who was rocking on bent legs to receive her.
"Back up so I can reach you," Perfidia breathed, and the effect was nothing less than stunning: from where Virgil sat, with an agile blonde pumping his cock, he could also watch two fingers slipping inside Pink's sweet young pussy from behind, while she in turn lapped at Pandora's slit with the quick little lickings of a kitty's tongue.
Why was this sight so intoxicating? So…very, very compelling, despite all the times I'd watched these vixens at play? Perhaps it was the splattering of Pink's juices on the desktop while Pandora's cream ran in rivulets down her flawless cheeks. Or maybe it was the way that black-haired siren floated slightly above the cluttered desk to reach the best angle for the tonguing she loved. When her head lolled back and her lush breasts surged forward between the halves of her diaphanous blouse, Virgil was not the only one who sucked air.
Just as alluring was the sight of Pink's finely formed backside, flexing to moans that had replaced the beat of her tambourine. She was extremely aroused: her scent wafted around the hot little office as her juice flowed over Perfidia's hand, which slithered between those plump, rose-colored pussy lips peaking between her thighs. The three women had some devious reason for this performance, but they were every bit as involved in it as Furmeister.
And when the deputy clenched his eyes to surge upward into Perfidia, I had to turn away. So needy I was, my fist had slipped between my thighs and the friction of my drawers against my hungry cunt made it difficult to hobble down the hallway. A gawdawful groan filled the front office, but Virgil wasn't the only man seeking satisfaction! Billy, able to hear the seduction out front, and three voices he surely recognized, had lowered his pants and was pumping his prodigious cock!
"Andrea!" he rasped, his hand never missing a beat. "What the hell's happening out-"
"I'm not sure why, but the Sisters are pretending to be Gypsies! They're licking and stroking each other's cunts while Perfidia-"
"Who cares about them?" Tripplehorn challenged, his dark face alight with a mischievous heat. "Lift your skirt and back your ass up to the cell! Why should they be having all the fun?"
Was it any wonder I loved with this ornery pup? My God, his thighs flexed with each stroke of his hand, which bared the bulb of that cock-the one that had gotten me in trouble twice already-and I forgot all about the things that I, as his guardian angel, had intended to discuss with him.
No, Billy's big dick was far too inviting-his voice too full of promise-for me to remain focused on whether he'd killed Lucy Legg. Like a shameless hussy I raised my dress and dropped my damp drawers, wiggling backwards toward the bars until the cold iron met my warm cheeks.
"Yes, yes, like that," Billy whispered, inserting a finger-and then two-inside my twat. "We'll have our fun, like last night, and then, while they're still doing their cat-house act, you can slip Virgil's keys off his belt!"
The keys! Why hadn't I thought to grab them while the Three P's were keeping Furmeister too busy to notice?
But I knew the answer to that, just as I knew I wasn't going after the deputy's key ring until Tripplehorn turned me loose…which I hoped wouldn't be any time soon. My Lord, but that young buck was stroking all my right places-and meanwhile his cock was jabbing my backside through the bars, eager to take its turn at me.
The sultry laughter and fevered breathing from the other room spurred me to take Billy's dare-to let him screw me fast and furious, right here where we might be discovered at any moment. I knew better than to get caught in such a compromising position with a murder suspect, yet I was too far gone to think like the astute attorney I was.
When he hooked an arm beneath my breasts and slid that dick inside me, he held me hard against the bars-and the warm, pulsing flesh of his abdomen. "Andrea," he whispered before teasing my ear with his wet tongue, "Andrea, honey, I want you so bad I could just-"
"Then why'd you leave me? Without even a kiss goodbye or a kick in the ass?" I hissed. My slit was so full of him, the muscles squeezing his thick girth as my inner pulse pounded around its length, that I wondered how I was able to ask such a pertinent question.
Billy slid deeper, before slowly easing his cock in the opposite direction. "I had a bad feeling about Lucy. Had to be sure she was all right, after the way I ran off when her old man would catch her with her pants down."
"And?" I panted. I was sliding up and down his slick pole, my eyes closed in intense concentration.
"Dammet had just taken her away," he replied in a choked voice, and his whole body shook. "Before I could even express my condolences, Legg had my hands bound behind my back and was marching me here. Now hush and let me finish, or we'll both be in trouble."
I nodded, for those wild spasms were already starting, deep down within me. Again and again Billy slid his thick cock inside me, pulling slowly back until his knob was at my portal before plunging to my core again. Such glorious torture was driving me utterly insane with the need to cry out, but we had to be sure the revelers in the front room were still entertaining each other.
"Yeah, honey, I wanna watch you come all over that purty little redhead's face!" Virgil grunted. "Stroke that black kitty's fur till I can hear it a-purrin'!"
So I thrust back to meet my lover stroke for stroke, gripping the bars alongside my hips as I bent forward to receive him. He began to ram faster, sensing we played on borrowed time…sensing we both were on the verge of a noisy climax that would bring the others in here.
"God, Billy, give it to me!" I rasped, bracing myself against the metal bars to take his full length. "Please say you'll never leave me again!"
"If it's good loving' you want, I'm your man, Andrea," he assured me breathlessly. "I'm gonna shoot…hang on, I'm gonna-"
He was banging me like a crazy man, driving that thing inside me until I thought I might die from the pleasure of it. Like a wild animal he rutted, gripping my hips. When I tightened around him, the explosion was so swift and stunning I saw stars and started to pass out. Billy's incoherent love words floated around me, and then he gushed.
Sometime between my howl of release and Tripplehorn's final shudder, the back hallway came alive with a commotion of another kind: my eyes flew open to see Perfidia and Pink wheeling Virgil Furmeister, chair and all, into the adjoining jail cell-while Pandora yanked the keys from his belt loop! The deputy was hollering obscenities, but with his pants down around his legs and three wily women surrounding him, he was powerless. He had no idea how those half-naked Gypsies could move so fast-how they shoved his chair into the cell, slammed the door, and triumphantly turned the skeleton key in its lock before he could defend himself.
Trouble was, Pandora had already unlocked the door to Billy's cell, while the other two darted close enough to murmur appreciatively as my young lover pulled out of me.
"Better run for it, Billy!" Pink said with a giggle. "We'll catch up as soon as we can, big boy!"
No fool, he yanked his pants up around his butt and bolted, blowing me a kiss as he disappeared down the hall. My face was aflame and I could feel his seed oozing down my thighs. Damn him for leaving me yet again! Exposing my passions to the very women who didn't need to see it!
"I don't know what you Gypsies think you're doing, but-"