Charles Richards - A Kingdom Of Love

"You're all right yourself, Justice Holt," Joan replied while her fingers played with the hair of his crotch. She bent her head once again to his groin and licked a shiny streak that her mouth had missed.

Then she said, "I'll bet that I can get it up again for you in no time.

Do you mind?"

Under normal circumstances he would have repeated firmly that he had had enough, but something in the girl compelled him to say instead,

"Sure. Why not?"

"Roll over and spread your legs. I want to lick your ass," Joan then commanded. The way she said it and the gleam in her eye decided Justice. He did as she asked.

When he was on his stomach she reached between the ground cover and the washboard of muscles on his lower abdomen and straightened his soft cock until it stuck straight up toward his chest. Then, satisfied with the arrangement and asking Justice's approval with her eyes, she received a nod from his head and crawled between his legs. Her fingers started to toy with the fur of his balls while her tongue licked down the crack of his ass. She took savage, tiny nips tom the cheeks of his buns until his muscular torso began to bunch and jump from the tiny bites. Then, just as she sensed Justice was about to complain she plunged her tongue into the rosette of his anus and wriggled the pink tip past the elastic sphincter. The tiny, wet hot, pink cleaver whirled in and around Justice's asshole in a perfect frenzy of wantonness. And he could feel his prick harden beneath his belly with each stab or Joan's tongue. As Joan licked and caressed the tiny wire-haired hole, her gaze roamed over his buttocks and saw Myrna Westmore turn away in apparent disgust. Good, thought Joan. The old bat shouldn't have been looking anyway.

Justice widened the cheeks of his ass to give Joan more depth, and she plunged herself into the act of anal fellatio with gusto.

This was the time that the sexual act with another human spoke loudest to her. It was illicit even in her own mind and the dark psychological thrills her imagination underwent nearly took away her breath. Her face was stuffed as far between the buns of the man's ass as it would go, and her tongue delved for the tiny prostate gland within.

Joan could tell that Justice's cock had hardened and he was ready to fuck she was sure and didn't want to push him too far. She raised herself and turned around so that her heart shaped ass twinkled lewdly at him as she spoke:

"Justice, fuck me like a dog!"

The words awakened Justice as if from a sleep. He rolled off the length of his log-like dick to his side and contemplated Joan's behind. Now if there was one secret corner of pride in Justice about his sexual prowess, it was that in being an animal no other could equal him at his refined tastes. All right, he was a bit dandy; have it as you may. But when the animal of Justice's pride heard Joan's words, he thought it was a cinching bridle around his powerful gut.

After all he had been rolling on a swelling pecker while Joan ate his ass into a regular holocaust. And that could make a fellow sore.

Justice saw himself often in his imagination as a cowpoke about to tame a bronc. So he rose from his side and went to claim her, wishing he was wearing chaps to save the skin of his knees.

It was Justice's secret wish to have an act without the twelve other performers he balanced on his shoulders. What he hoped for was some western drama in which he alone was the star. But tonight he was young and strong and none of his thoughts made any sense to him except the one about the length of his copper-headed prick stuck in Joan's twat from beneath her ass.

Justice fitted himself to the back of the girl's gams, aware of the rocky pits of earth beneath his kneecaps. He did not want bruises on his knees, for they would give him pain during the act when the blood rushed to the far reaching muscles as they strained. No, not that.

He was careful, almost cautious, as he slid into the saddle shape of Joan's arching rear end. But the backs of her legs and ass were hot and turgid with the first contact and he threw caution to the winds.

Joan was impatient to get him into action. With a sound resembling an eager mare she pawed the ground with one hand while the other snaked between her legs and found the wavering member.

Justice felt the cool palm of her hand cup the underbase of his cock and tug his whole body forward. When she pressed the elypde of his organ into the thatch of dark hair between her legs, Justice's prickhead felt the heat immediately.

Joan's snatch was smooth and creamy. It frothed around the turgid head with the first contact. Her pussy snapped around the knob of his prick like a clam shutting up its shell. Only, her cunt was soft, so incredibly hot and soft.

The butterfly lips of the pink hole fleshily sucked the purple headed member past the labial lips and a groan of pleasure escaped Justice when his cock tip felt the pulsing walls of her box.

Goddamn! This chick is hot, he thought. Careful that his stroke was slow and smooth, he pressed in with a clenched ass and drove his redheaded staff home. He could still feel the deep tingling sensation on his prostate gland left there earlier by Joan's probing finger, and the slit between his buns was still hot and slick with her spit. He was roasting with joyful thrills at both ends and his thrust was so powerful that he sent Joan forward onto her face. Her firm young flesh was crushed to a puddle beneath the strong man's weight.

"Let me back up!" Joan groaned up to Justice with what little wind she had left from the crush. She wiggled beneath his enormous frame like a speared fish on his cock and Justice debated whether to grant her request or not. The subtle feel of her squirming beneath him could go on forever and his cum would hold off a long, long time. On the other hand he could stiffen himself as if performing and stand on his knees while he bucked and jumped around his rod.

Justice was always one who took pleasure wherever he found it, and he decided to let the girl squirm for a while. But just as he reached his decision Joan's contortions managed to pop his cock from her box and resignedly he pushed his weight off the girl for another stab at it.

Alas, this time Joan was ready for him with a trick of her own. When Justice slipped his pecker between those sweet pussylips, Joan lunged back until she was impaled to the hilt, while her hands clutched backwards and latched onto his legs. It was an enormous contortion and Justice felt every muscle of it like a cord against his rigid cock. The girl's slim body was like a fireband locked against his loins and Justice responded in kind.

Joan had taken her whole weight off the ground by wrapping her legs between Justice's wide-spread limbs and pushing out. The combination of that maneuver and the steel grip in which she held his thighs changed the very center of her gravity. Now, she throbbed on the length of Justice's prick and he shook her like a rag doll. Like a tree he planted himself in a wide powerful triangle of muscular concentration and sent shock waves off his cock tip and rippling through her.

Their bodies were welded together so closely that each time the flesh parted anywhere there was an audible suck from the sweat of their contact. Somehow Joan had managed to establish a counter hump of her buttocks to Justice's steady thrusts and her beautiful ass began to revolve on his stomach.

Justice was suddenly on a merry-go-round, wheeling like a bobbing horse up and down and around in Joan's torrid cunt. His pricktip drove deeply into her and glanced onto her cervix, then out slowly as her pussy pulsed around his shaft. The fleshy walls throbbed hot syrupy fluid to ease him past their grasp and he was back to the opening.

Joan had let go of Justice's legs and now was hunched forward with her back bowed. Her delightful ass churned like an electric fan around the iron length of Justice's erection. Their bodies were slapping and sucking together and the animal grunts coming from them could be heard far away.