Marvin Cox - Eager young wife

Tammy forgot her anger immediately as the judge's ebony eyes met hers. Goddamn, she thought, I should have gotten arrested sooner!

Later, when she heard her name called, she stood up.

"Miss Phillips," the judge said. "Do you wish to post bond?"

"What for?" Tammy asked.

"You have been arrested, Miss Phillips," the judge said kindly. "You are charged with violation of…"

"The make, the model and the license number of the car on that warrant for the alleged parking ticket don't belong to me."

"Can you prove this?"

"Certainly," Tammy said with assurance. "Kindly check my registration. It's in my wallet. It was taken from me when I was arrested, for safekeeping."

The bailiff removed her wallet from the valuables envelope and handed it to the judge. She compared the information on the warrant against the registration, and then asked Tammy, "Why didn't you inform the arresting officer that the warrant was correct? He could have easily verified the information over his radio in a couple of minutes."

"I tried to, but he wouldn't listen," Tammy said hotly.

"Where is the arresting officer?" the judge asked loudly, anger in her tone.

The following few minutes were almost comical. Monica Walpole cut the small man down to an even smaller size. When she had dismissed him as she would a dead cockroach, she turned back to Tammy.

"The Court is indeed apologetic for this unfortunate occurrence, Miss Phillips. We beg your forgiveness."

Tammy nodded her head slightly, not knowing what to say.

The judge turned to the bailiff and said, "Have Miss Phillips shown into my chambers, I should like to extend my personal apologies."

Tammy was led into a room lined with books that looked as if they weighed about five pounds each. She sat down on a leather-belted chair had waited for Monica to appear.

About five minutes later, she came into the room and smiled at Tammy.

"Sorry about that mix-up," she said, pulling off her robe. "Damn," she added, clutching at the zipper.

"Let me help you," Tammy offered, untangling the zipper with a deft move.

"Thanks," the woman said, pulling the garment over her head.

Tammy's eyes widened with appreciation as a lovely pair of delicious looking tits were revealed pushed against the taut material of her blouse. She lowered her eyes to the woman's rounded hips, and then to the slim, shapely legs.

Noting her glance, Monica said, "I feel like I'm being judged right now."

Tammy gave her a sparkling smile and shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, what's the verdict?" the woman asked with a coy tone in her well modulated voice.

"You'd sentence me to twenty years if you knew what I was thinking," Tammy answered.

"These walls are soundproof," the judge said teasingly.

"It seems to me I got fucked out there, and that's not the way I like to get fucked," Tammy whispered, her heart pounding.

Monica arched one eyebrow and then walked over to the door, locking it. She then went to the desk and picked up the telephone.

"Hold all calls," she said and then hung up. She turned to Tammy and began unbuttoning her blouse. "Justice will be served!" she said with a wicked smile.

They stood apart, each mirror image of the other as they slipped out of their clothing. Tammy's pussy was already beginning to throb in anticipation.

Monica knelt between Tammy's legs and grabbed the girl's firm, rounded ass with both hands. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure just looking at the tight, hairy cunt. She licked out her tongue, touching the furry warmth with the slick tip?

"You like a mouth sucking out your pussy juices?" the woman asked.

"Yes! Oh, yes!" Tammy shivered, her voice heavy with urgency.

Monica nuzzled her face against the velvet textured crotch, her nose inhaling the fragrant aroma of the silky hairs. The top of her tongue burned against the bottom of Tammy's creamy, glistening slit. She bent the tip of it upward and then slowly raised her head, probing between the narrow, tight lips.

Tammy felt a delicious jolt of pleasure stab into her box as the experienced mouth began a hot assault, encircling her clit with hungry sucking motions.

"Ummmmmm!" Monica moaned, drinking in the freely flowing juices as they oozed downward from the back of Tammy's churning pussy.

Placing both hands on the woman's shoulders, Tammy ground her cunt around on the exploring licking mouth, forcing more of the wet tongue deeply into her cunt. She constricted her pussy walls around the thrusting meat, capturing it tightly in a hot embrace.

"That's it," she moaned. "Suck it good!"

Monica placed more pressure on Tammy's ass, which increased her own pleasure. She nuzzled her middle fingers downward, probing the tiny bud of Tammy's shitter, gently stretching the tiny opening apart.

The stabs of pleasure seemed to bounce back and forth, between Tammy's pussy and her asshole, as the hungry mouth and the prodding fingers squeezed against each other, almost meeting.

"Stick your fingers in my ass!" Tammy grunted. Monica reached behind and under, gathering a few drops of Tammy's slick pussy juice, and then trailed her fingertips back to the hot, dark shitter. She squeezed both fingers into the opening where they lay, snug and wet against the tight muscle walls.

"Sweet fucking Christ!" Tammy moaned, throwing her head back. "That's good, baby!"

Monica pressed her mouth upward, forcing the folds of Tammy's opening apart to reveal more of the wet, red gash. The tiny throbbing clit now vibrated against her teeth like a tiny, pulsating cock. She gently encircled the column of sensitive flesh and chewed around the tender base, while her lips sucked up the delicate shaft.

Tammy yelled out a muffled cry as an uncontrollable spasm of rushing pleasure hammered into her cunt. The back of her pussy seemed to clamp into a fiery ball, gliding outward, squeezing against the tight canal, and then rest against the thrusting tongue.

Monica's tongue was trapped in the ring of creamy muscle, being pulled further into the depths of the girl's slit. The base of her tongue ached, as the suction grew more fierce and demanding. She had to pull her face away slightly to keep her tongue from being ripped out of its socket.

"Oh God, don't stop!" Tammy grunted.

"I won't!" Monica said, her voice barely audible, lost in the recesses of Tammy's exploding cunt.

Tammy began pumping her hips back and forth, impaling her pussy on the hard, straight tongue, as new pleasures stormed into her guts.

"Suck me! Suck me! Suck me!" she chanted over and over, the words becoming one long expression of release.

What she thought was an orgasm was but a delicious tease, as the thundering release swelled in her pussy and overpowered every other sensation. She was hardly even aware of the woman between her legs as her ecstasy climbed upward, exploded, and then hung there for an eternity.

Some moments later, she began to grow aware of the sucking, licking mouth pressing upward, now hot and wet against her stomach. The darting tongue pressed into her belly button and washed it clean, and then trailed a wet trail upward, now lapping against her tits.

Monica half stood and grasped Tammy's taut, upturned tits, devouring them with her pussy slicked mouth. She pulled the nipples between her lips and chewed on the rosy buds with her teeth, feeling them pulsate against the roof of her mouth.

"Oh, I want yours now!" Tammy whispered. "Let me suck your cunt!"

Monica stood up straight, brushing her own luscious tits against Tammy's. Their nipples vibrated together, sending sweet jolts of pleasure into their bodies.

Tammy bent her head and kissed the hollow of the woman's throat, licking the concave surface with her lips and tongue, taking small folds of skin between her teeth.