Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Just A Cop's Cock: EP8

The girls, on their best behavior, tried to make Kathy feel welcome, but there was a sexual electricity in the air throughout the meal, a meal I hastened to end. My sisters knew I was about to make love with Kathy. I knew they both wished it was they who were going to spend the night with me.

"We better go," I finally announced to the good doctor as I stood up from the table.

"You haven't had your dessert yet," Rosie complained.

"The doctor has a lot of tests to run," I said, trying to sound serious.

"I'll give him some dessert," Kathy promised with a cute smile.

"I'll bet, probably some Irish cream for his coffee," Maria groused as I pulled Kathy from her seat and then lifted her into my arms.

"Don't, you're leg Johnnie!" Rosie screeched.

"Night girls," were my last words to my both exasperated and jealous sisters.

******

It worked! Sometimes it does and sometimes it doesn't. But we had both known it would. Quickly we undressed each other the second I set her down on her feet at the edge of my king sized bed. We had no need of foreplay; the last ten days had provided all the foreplay we'd ever need. She was sopping wet when I lightly brushed a finger down her channel, her nether lips already engorged with blood and open. My cock was achingly hard and long. "Hurry," she urged as she fell backwards onto the bed, her palm clasped tightly around my blood filled shaft.

And then I was in her... surrounded by slippery pink flesh that struggled to open wide enough to welcome me. "More Johnnie... more," she groaned as I pulled back and then thrust deeply again, my plunging penis met eagerly by a pelvic push that lifted her hips six inches off the bed. "Please baby," she cried when my third push towards her center almost completely buried my cock.

"Hurry... hurry Johnnie," she demanded when my cockhead finally bottomed out against the end of her vaginal channel, then she simply started to grunt in pleasure as my prick pistoned urgently inside her.

After flipping her ankles up onto my shoulders I was able to somehow reach an even deeper place within her, a place I knew from her screaming, groaning almost animalistic noises, that no man but her father had ever reached before. Her cunt was spasm-ing in orgasm when my cock spat out its first hot stream of spewing lava. After emptying myself inside Kathy in a series of thick spurts, ejaculations that almost seemed sucked from my throbbing cock by the clenching, greedy muscles of her cunt, I finally fell back and off her.

"More," she demanded huskily, then leaned over and licked my dripping one-eyed cockhead, then hungrily drew the perfectly shaped bulb into her mouth as my penis jumped to attention. Seconds later she spat it out and then quickly sat astride my thighs and guided the saliva covered pole towards the gaping gash from which my first creamy outpouring still oozed.

She rode me hard, like a Panamanian jockey might ride his only horse of the day, not caring if he killed the nag as long as it got to the finish line. I squeezed her firm, cone like breasts, pulled her nipples mercilessly as she bounced wildly atop me. All either of us were aware of were the jolts of pleasure that exploded up our sexual nerve ends and then through our bodies.

She was screaming in joy when we both finally orgasmed together. I hadn't been quiet either over the preceding minutes and as I lay on my back, my cock still hard and buried in the good doctor, I hoped my sisters had gone out to see movie or something and weren't kneeling with their ears to my bedroom door. Couldn't help but smile at the thought.

"What are you smiling at? Think you're pretty good don't you?" Kathy asked as she looked down at me.

"You mean I'm not better than the midget?" I teased as she slowly started to rise up and down on me. "We just started... you haven't proved anything yet," she challenged.

I tried to prove it four more times before we finally fell asleep sweaty and sticky in each others arms.

******

It was after eleven the next morning when a tapping on the door and the aroma of freshly made coffee woke us. We were both naked, our bodies covered in a sticky film of our sexual juices, bodies that carried the thick musty smell of our couplings. The top bed sheet was lying on the floor in the corner, discarded sometime during our mindless fucking.

"Johnnie?" I heard Rosie call through the door as she tapped her fist more insistently against the door. "I have orange juice.... coffee... are you awake? Should I come back later?"

"NO!" Kathy called, then leapt from the bed and hurried towards the door which she quickly threw open. "I could die for some coffee," she told my startled sister. "C'mon in, put the tray on the bedside table," she instructed, then hugged Rosie after the tray was safely settled.

"But," she stammered, her eyes racing from Kathy's body to mine.

"And Johnnie's hungry too. We both are. Can you make us some breakfast... pretty please," she implored as she hugged my sister again. "Omelets okay?" Rosie finally asked.

"And French toast," I added, "And bring some for you too. You can join my new bride and me as we celebrate our first morning together." "You're crazy you," Kathy accused as she flung herself atop me. Rosie fled to the kitchen.

She soon returned with a heaping tray of omelets and toast and cinnamon buns and jams and marmalades and more coffee... And my shy little eighteen year old sister settled herself on the edge of the bed and ate breakfast with her naked brother and his equally naked girlfriend.

And somehow, as we ate and talked and laughed, without my even being aware of it, without them even speaking of it aloud, in some female ritual both incomprehensible and invisible to a male member of the species, Katherine O'Malley and Rosie Esposito decided to become friends.

"She's nice," my sexy doctor whispered in my ear seconds after Rosie, in giggles, had left the room.

"Of course she is," I agreed as I pulled her on top of me.

"Oh no you don't," she laughed as she scurried down my body, "I haven't finished breakfast yet."

And to prove it she dipped her finger in the jar of strawberry jam and then liberally applied it to the end of my cock and then immediately slipped her lips moistly over my cockhead and clamped them shut tightly around my shaft just behind the ridge that only days earlier had been almost shot off. Then started to lick the jam off.

"Hey stop that," I mock complained, "I'm too tired, I'm an invalid, still recovering." However the thickening and lengthening that was occurring due to her tongues lapping caresses soon belied my words. And she simply kept swallowing every expanding inch of my cock until she somehow had managed to do something no women had ever done to me -- take it all into her mouth and throat.

"Marry me... please marry me," I begged, joking but also serious, as her head slowly bobbed up and down between my legs, her eyes locked on mine. She had just mumbled out a garbled reply when the first blast of my milky cream jetted from my throbbing penis and bathed her tonsils.

After her lips had forced the last sticky dollop of cum from my softening shaft she finally crawled up my body, my seed oozing from between her shiny teeth. "I'm already married," she said, then forced her lips onto mine. Pushed my strawberry tasting cum back onto my tongue. "You taste good though," she said with a smile, then jumped up and fled towards the bathroom.

Of course as soon as I heard the shower running I rushed to join my sexy doctor under the warm cascading water. Soaped her from head to toe. Then fell to my knees and pulled her red curl covered mound towards my lips and proceeded to finish my breakfast. I made her squeal in pleasure. Then pinned her against the shower door and proceeded to make love to her as the water flooded over us.

... We spent the rest of the weekend in bed with only short timeouts for the shower that invariably turned into soap filled, slippery couplings. Rosie served us our meals in bed and always stayed while we ate.

My wife-to-be finally agreed sometime Sunday that she loved me. She didn't say she'd marry me but did mention that yes, she did accept my opinion that perhaps it was time to divorce her hubby. She also agreed to come back and give me some follow up tests the next weekend. In fact warned that me that my treatment might have to last quite a few months, maybe even as long as a year.

"That long?"

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"Oh I'll make it last long," she promised.

"I guess you know best doc," I'd agreed with a smile.

Her final words before leaving for work Monday morning were, "And you better be nice to Rosie. Be gentle for once, you big bully."

*** Scene 12: Esposito home, Monday ***

Monday I made love to Rosie. We started gently...

Rosie had gone back to school that Monday morning, but when she'd explained to her teacher, Sister Immaculata, that her brother was still bedridden, she was hustled off to the school office where the Mother Superior, on hearing her story, immediately insisted she go right home and care for poor Johnnie until he was fully recovered.

"Don't leave his side Rosetta," were the last words of instruction Rosie received and I must say she certainly took her instructions to heart!

"What are you doing home?" I asked when Rosie slipped into my room just after one thirty, her girlish beauty only accented by the plaid, mini, school skirt that only highlighted her naked legs and thighs. I had just showered and was sitting against the headboard of the bed, reading a book with just a small towel covering my lap.

"It's my turn now," she announced seriously as she started undoing the buttons on the prim white blouse that contrasted so sexily with her short skirt. She took her time, stripping for her big brother slowly, checking my reaction to every button she loosened.

I had seen every gorgeous square inch during our nights together but this slow tease was somehow far more erotic. "Hurry... come here," I urged, my towel already slipping from my awakening manhood.

But she danced just out of reach of my stretching arm, then smiled as she let the blouse slip off her shoulders. I watched spellbound as she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, a bra that hung precariously on her hard, thick nipples for seconds until a small shake of her shoulders released it and it fluttered to the floor.

Rosie was a study in contrasts to the woman I'd made love to all weekend. Though she was a couple of inches shorter than Kathy's lanky five foot nine frame, Rosie, though younger, had a fuller, more curvaceous shape than my doctor. Her aureoles were darker and larger in diameter than Kathy's, her nipples much stubbier and thicker than the good docs.

Kathy's breasts were pointed cones with puffy nipples that rode high on her chest and just begged a man to suck them. Meanwhile Rosie's, on proud display in front of me, were full, round, firm orbs that you just wanted to envelop in a warm hug, pulling them hard against your bare chest until you could feel the beating of her heart under them.