“All right,” she panted once she recovered from it. “I want to eat some pussy now. Lay down here, Teach.”
“If I must,” Laura said, giving a little mock indignation of her own.
While Celia lay on her belly and licked and sucked between Laura’s legs, Jake went around behind her and raised her hips into the air. He then slid himself into her body from behind. She moaned out her approval of this action. Grasping her hips, he set a steady, deep pace of thrusting, keeping his mental block firmly in place for now.
Soon, all three of them were sweating and reeking of musk. Laura was the next to come, crying out loudly as Celia sucked on her clitoris and fingered her at the same time. After the orgasm, Celia moved up her body, kissing her passionately for a few minutes and then moving back down to suckle her pregnancy swollen nipples. Celia had found that her favorite part of making love to a woman was deep kissing her and touching and sucking on breasts (not that she minded the other aspects) and she got her fill of all of this. Laura reached between their bodies and began to play with Celia’s clitoris. Soon, she was bucking out another orgasm.
“Your turn, sweetie,” Laura panted to Jake. “Come in her! You know what I want to do next!”
Jake did know. Laura’s favorite part of the games they played was licking and sucking his semen out of Celia’s vagina after he deposited it there. He let himself go and fired off inside her body while she was still shuddering out her own climax. The moment he was done, Laura rolled their lover over onto her back and put her face between her legs. Celia sighed contentedly as she felt the soft lips and tongue working on her, as her mind turned over the sheer eroticism and nastiness of what Laura was doing.
“Come up here,” Celia panted, pulling on Jake’s leg. “I want to suck you.”
“Okay,” Jake said agreeably. A moment later, her mouth was on his manhood, slurping their combined juices off and getting him ready for round two.
Once he was back to a full erection—it did not take long—he moved back down the bed and positioned himself behind his wife. He lifted her hips up this time and slid into her body. He and Celia both caressed her swollen belly while he thrust in and out. After doing this for a while, they repositioned again, this time with Jake on his back and Laura mounting him in the female superior position. Celia leaned forward and alternated between kissing Laura’s mouth and suckling her bouncing breasts until Laura came again and Jake was given the go-ahead to finish up. He did so, blasting a second load up into his wife’s body. The three of them then collapsed in a heap onto the mattress, Laura in the middle this time.
They shared a few more kisses and caresses with each other and then Jake looked at the clock. They had been going at it for almost an hour. He felt sleepy but he also felt hungry.
“How about that pizza now?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Celia said, nodding, her face still flushed with excitement. “I seem to have worked up an appetite.”
“Me too,” agreed Laura.
They got out of bed and Celia put her robe back on. Jake and Laura talked about taking a quick shower but decided not to since they were just going to put back on the same clothes they had worn all day. They did decide that they would get in the habit of carrying a change of clothes with them on Fridays.
“Good idea,” Celia said as she watched them get dressed. “This is starting to become an end of the week tradition, isn’t it?”
They agreed that it was. They all went downstairs and tore into the pizza, annihilating two thirds of it in only twenty minutes. By then, it was approaching eight o’clock. There was no discussion about the Kingsleys staying the night. They said their goodbyes, exchanged affectionate kisses with their lover, and then headed for the airport so they could go home.
Laura slept for most of the drive back to the airport. She woke up long enough to strap into the plane and was back to sleep again before he even made it to his cruising altitude of ten thousand feet. She woke up, as always, when she heard the sound of the flaps being deployed just prior to landing.
“You know what I want?” she asked him as they climbed into Jake’s BMW for the drive home.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“One of those big microwave burritos from the 7-11.”
He looked over at her. By now, he was used to her strange and extremely specific cravings. “You just had pizza an hour ago,” he reminded her.
“Ziggy is hungry,” she insisted.
“Ziggy is hungry a lot,” he said. “How about I make you a burrito when we get home? We still have some of that leftover tri-tip from last night, I’m sure there’s a few cans of refried beans in the pantry, I can shred up some of that pepper-jack cheese we have, and Elsa always has tortillas laying around.”
She was shaking her head. “Ziggy wants the burrito you get at 7-11,” she insisted. “The spicy one that comes in the red package.”
“I think Ziggy might be a stoner,” Jake suggested.
“Don’t talk about your daughter that way,” she told him. “Just stop at the 7-11 and get her one of those burritos.”
“Will do,” he said with a sigh. The 7-11 was a bit out of the way, but Ziggy ruled supreme.
They arrived home at 9:45. The house was dark except for the security lights that clicked on as they made the trip from the gate to the garage. There were a few lights on in Elsa’s quarters. This was the usual situation. Elsa’s bedtime was generally 10:00 PM and she would wake up at 6:00 AM, whether it was her worknight or not—and tomorrow and Sunday were her days off.
They made their way into the house and Laura went immediately to the kitchen so she could pop her 7-11 burrito into the microwave and get it cooking. Jake went to the entertainment room and turned on the lights. He began to construct a Captain and coke at the bar so he could mellow a bit for the start of his weekend off. Just as he was putting the bottle of Captain Morgan back in its place, he heard the sound of a key turning in the lock at the side door that led from the outside into the kitchen. A moment later, the alarm panel inside that door began beeping its countdown while it waited for the security code to be input. The code was put in quickly, which meant that it was Elsa who just entered the house and not some deranged fan who wanted to kill them all with a kitchen knife.
He carried his drink back to the kitchen, where Laura was just sitting down in the nook to eat her burrito and drink a large glass of fresh-squeezed lemonade from the large pitcher of it that Elsa always kept in the refrigerator since Ziggy had decided that was her favorite beverage. Elsa was there, dressed in her sweatpants and an oversized pullover shirt that fell to her knees.
“Hey, Elsa,” he greeted. “What’s up?”
She was standing next to Laura and only a few feet from Jake. Jake saw that her nostrils were flaring a bit and that a knowing look was in her eyes. Oops, Jake thought, a little embarrassed. I guess we probably smell a little strongly of sex right now. Hopefully she won’t guess that Celia was involved.
But Elsa made no mention of their odor or what they might have been doing to acquire it. “Sorry to disturb you,” she said, “but the Los Angeles Police called this afternoon.”
Jake sighed. “Again?” he asked.
“Again,” she confirmed. “It was Sergeant Cranston, the same one who called on the other occasions.”
Jake nodded. Sergeant Cranston was a supervisor for the LAPD’s Community Resource Team, a hand-picked group of officers and civilian workers who, among a few other things, were assigned to deal with most of the minor issues involving celebrities who lived in the Los Angeles city limits. And since Matt had moved into Jake and Laura’s Granada Hills house, which was inside those city limits and under the LAPD’s jurisdiction, he had talked to Cranston on three occasions now. The first had been the day Matt had moved in and the neighbors, seeing the scrungy, long-haired and tattooed man moving things in from a Maserati, had called the police and reported a burglary. The second time had been a few days later when they saw Jim, Matt’s paramedic, set up residence in the house as well (Jake reluctantly allowed Jim to stay in one of the guest rooms, though he was still not really sure what the relationship between those two was all about—other than it was not a sexual one). The third time had been when Jim and Matt had been using the pool one night after rehearsal and playing Metallica’s Master of Puppets CD at ear-shattering volume.