Lust Under Licence by Noel Amos Page B

her kimono, the flesh
satin smooth to his touch. 'What do you mean?'
    'She said you
had a big cock and she was right.'
    'Oh!' cried
Tom as her hands sank into the rounds of his buttocks and her lips
closed over the tender knob of his penis. He felt perilously close
to coming just at the touch of her mouth. He lifted the veil of her
hair so he could look at her sucking him, at the incredible sight
of his long white bar of flesh disappearing between her wide red
lips. She sucked him hard, hollowing her cheeks, a blue vein
beating in her neck.
    With his other
hand he reached into the neck of her robe and drew out a plump
pear-shaped breast, the long brown nipple nosing into his palm.
    He hadn't
intended to come in her face but he had little choice in the
matter. She held his shaft in one hand and wanked him slyly,
pumping and squeezing, all the time mouthing the swollen plum of
his glans. He watched spellbound as she fellated him, her red lips
working and her opulent tit-flesh swinging. When a long finger was
insinuated between his buttocks, seeking out the sensitive pucker
of his anus, he knew he was lost. As she penetrated him to the
knuckle, his knees wobbled and he ejaculated into the hot cavern of
her mouth.
     
    Maeve
collapsed on the sun-lounger, Tom's spunk glistening in the corner
of her mouth, her legs spread carelessly. As he watched, his head
still thick from the rush of orgasm, he saw her untie her robe and
slide forward, presenting the open gash of her sex to him. It was
clear where his duty lay.
    He took his
time positioning himself between her firm bronzed thighs. He
admired the smooth sheen of the skin on her long legs, the slender
turn of her ankles and the titillating contrast of the white flesh
tones beneath her bikini line.
    'You're very
brown,' he said.
    'I've spent a
lot of time out here this summer.'
    'Like this?'
he said, lightly brushing his hand over her bush of
chestnut-coloured pubic hair.
    'No.'
    'But you do go
topless, don't you? Your breasts are as brown as the rest of you.
It's just this fascinating triangle here that's quite white.' And
he traced the line of creamy skin across her belly with the tip of
his tongue. He could see a dewdrop of moisture pearling the inside
of her thigh. He licked it up and she shivered involuntarily.
    Her vagina was
open before him like a rose in bloom, its fragrance as heady, its
petals quivering in anticipation. Her outer lips were long and
brown, a fascinating furl of flesh just begging to be kissed. Tom
obliged.
    'Oh,' said
Maeve as he took her labia between his lips.
    'Oh yes,' she
moaned as he separated them with his tongue and pushed gently into
her moist interior.
    'Oh God,' she
shouted as he slid his tongue up the length of her crack to tickle
the throbbing pearl of her clitoris.
    She twined her
fingers in his hair and jammed his mouth into her crack. He had
meant to tease her, to make her wait but now the juice was pouring
from her like water from a tap, and she was bucking her pelvis into
his bruised and battered face. Within seconds, it seemed, she was
coming all over him.
    She was still
shivering like a jelly, her sumptuous breasts quivering on her
chest, when he crawled on top of her and sank his pulsating cock
into the hungry hole between her thighs.
    He kissed the
spunk off her lips and she sucked the cunt juice from his tongue
while they fucked, feasting on each other's bodies like starving
people. As they came, together, the sun-lounger collapsed, pitching
them onto the stone floor and gashing Maeve's hand.
    She laughed as
Tom helped her bind the wound. 'You realise I won't be able to sign
your contract now,' she said. 'You'll have to come back some other
time.'
    'How about
tomorrow?' he suggested.
     
     

Chapter
18
     
    Kelvin
regained his senses to a tingling sensation on the skin of his
scrotum and the drone of a woman's voice. He looked down his
rubber-suited body to see Sergeant Gloria Just wiping foam from the
blade of a cutthroat razor.