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the breast in his hand or the orifice on her belly. The smell of her body drifting through the air assured me she was getting into the process. She wouldn’t be stopping the show, a fear I had.
    Rikki pulled Tommy’s hand from her breast and placed it on her panties. Rubbing his fingers through the tiny patch of cloth between her thighs, a smile spread across his lips. “Already wet. I love that.”
    Tommy couldn’t have found a better time to trace his tongue up and down her panty-covered pussy lips. The arch in Rikki’s back stretched from her hips to her shoulders, giving her an elongated look she lacked while standing. A huge wet spot appeared in the crotch of her panties, exposing a rare view of her pussy through the veiled see-through material of her underwear. I took a sip to calm my nerves.
    Cool, slow and methodical, Tommy rolled her panties over her hips and down her legs. I gasped at the sight of her wild pubic hair, gnarly and out of control. I had seen several pussies in my time, but she had the wildest bush I ever had the pleasure to see. I marveled at the rolling hips and squirming thighs as Tommy began to run his fingers along her vulva. The small squeal she released as he slid a single finger in her was subtle but distinct. She took the opportunity to push a breast to her lips and gave it a couple of licks.
    I took a drag from the cigarette and puffed out the smoke. In the covering of the veil of gray fog, I stared at her, trying to drink in the beauty of the moment without looking too much like a freak. Tommy, by this time, had buried his face between her legs. The slurping noises coming from them created rhythmic alliance with the sounds of Lawrence Welk from the radio.
    She wanted more. She said so. She begged for him to lick faster and harder. The more he licked the more she demanded. With his fingers plunging deep in her pussy and his face bobbing up and down on her clit, Tommy was working harder to make her come than anyone I had ever heard of. She was moaning between the complaints, but she never let up. All along her torso, she jerked and squirmed as if she lay on a hot griddle.
    I loved the way her fur moved across Tommy’s face as he licked. He looked good with facial hair, but the look on Rikki’s face told me to concentrate on her. She was going to explode any minute and I hated to miss the expression on her face as she did. Another sip of tequila and a drag from the cigarette and I was ready.
    She moaned, the result of a low and slow rush of air that barely crossing her vocal chords delivering a raspy-voiced song from her mouth. The twitching in her legs looked like she needed to pee, but there was so much more intensity in those moves I knew she had a bigger urge to satisfy. Her toes curled hard against the pads of her feet. She looked lovely.
    Tommy kept up the pressure, licking, fingering, and urging her on. With his free hand, he rolled his fingers over her nipple, catching the round nub between his first finger and his thumb. A catch in her breath let him know he had it right.
    “You bastard, make me come.”
    He never let up.
    “Come on, let me have it.”
    Tommy pulled hard on her nipple, stretching it long and far, pulling her heavy breast from her body. Along the length of Rikki’s body, rivers of shivers traveled in sheets of rain pouring over her belly and all over her extremities. She cursed. Long, sordid phrases exited her mouth with no coherent pattern of phrasing. She was oblivious to even Tommy when the final wave rolled over her. Without any shame or remorse, Rikki squeezed Tommy’s head. “God that was good,” she said when she could sit back up. In the afterglow, she collapsed onto the rug, naked but certainly not spent. Her eyes said she was ready for more.
    Tommy stood over her, erect as a flag pole. Throwing her to her knees, he rubbed his dick across her lips, moistening them until they shined like new paint. Another sip and another cigarette and the show was on