Charles Richards - A Kingdom Of Love

The join cloth the muscle man wore flapped aside, and Justice felt the lips of the girl's cunt clutch for the head of his prick. But it was not enough. The material of her leotards was between the feeling of her flesh and his.

"Take yourself from that suit so I can feel you," Justice said to Joan.

She made no reply but stepped back and peeled the zipper down.

The garment had a zipper both front and back so that when undone Joan was split up the middle with a swath of resilient flesh. Something flashed to the ground and Justice saw it was a key. He stooped to pick it up, then rose as her eyes urged him to look at what she had revealed.

Her breasts were cleft so deeply that Justice thought they resembled what his hand had felt cupped about her ass. He wanted to suck on those strawberry nipple tips.

Joan's breasts were indeed nearly as firm as her butt for she was as sinewy as a mountain cat. Her heat rose sumptuously out of her cunt while Justice took off his loin cloth.

A gasp of delight escaped Joan's lips when she saw the trunk of the man. From that incredibly wide chest full of bulging pectoral muscles his waist slipped into hips of such narrow ramrod strength that his pecker had the scope of a pool cue.

So that's what Myrna meant about a cue ball, Joan thought as she kneeled before the man's magnificent member. With her pixie-cut hair she looked like a court page before a pagan king. Her pulse quickened and heat seeped from her womb when she beheld the staff protruding from his hips. The bulb of it was red and swelled as the slit of it peered evenly between her eyes. She saw how the vee shape of the glans narrowed its sides up the slope of the prick head's elliptical mass.

The trunk of Justice's prick looked long and lean as it disappeared into the blonde briars about his balls. His balls were unusually large and seemed to be held in an almost translucent sack causing Joan to feel she must taste the fruit there first.

She let her tongue lick out to soften the briar with wet hot licks.

Then her pouted lips kissed in the thatch and suckled onto Justice's ballsack. The tender skin felt baby smooth beneath Joan's tongue and she licked between his balls at the cave of his ass. Then she led her sharp tongue up the steep base of the Greek's massive erection. She could taste the sweat of the day's performance on him.

She worshipped at the glans with hot pouting kisses and sent wings of pleasure sailing through Justice like a flock of doves. Like the sound of the birds' greased wings Joan hummed her love while her pink tongue tip wriggled beneath the head of Justice's cock.

Joan let her voice growl up and vibrated her taut lips all over the slick elliptical surface of the Greek man's pecker head. The effect of her lips was electric on his organ and Justice began to rock his heels to a rhythm of his own. While her lips vibrated on Justice's turgid bulb she let her tongue glaze the crease of its tip. The red eye opened to the intruder like a slit in a rock to a snake. Joan made her tongue tip small and dry then reamed the tiny slit as she thought of Eric.

Justice knew this kind of worship from Myrna as well and he could not help but compare the techniques of the two different women.

Myrna had always attacked his loins hungrily, as if with one lusty gobble she would suck his root off and victory would be hers. But Joan was different somehow. While the humming heat of her lips toiled almost frantically over the distended head of his prick, she was gentle still.

She did not seem to wish to devour him but rather to share some need of hers with this one way of giving him the pleasure of her kiss.

Justice centered all his concentration on the point where her tongue licked his prick and felt his body take its key from its tip. In his palm he felt the brass key he had picked up punch its shape into his clenched fist. He ignored it and turned his mind on to the picture of her heart shaped lips as they hummed around the head of his cock. Her sucking was so beautiful that for the moment he gave himself up to its power like a slave.

Joan felt the heat of his meat increase and her lips widened in response. She let the entire bulb pass her lips and felt the foreskin peel and roll rubbery beneath her teeth. She sucked her lips back between his cock flesh and her teeth and flicked her snaking tongue at the same time. Her saliva thickened and Justice felt a hot pool of it form and cup the chin of his prick, wetly. She sucked and a well was formed with his prick as the pumping handle. His huge muscular body already had begun to vibrate with the pleasure, yet Joan had only just begun.

Her eyes were closed as she took the cockhead of Justice into her mouth, but they popped open with the entrance. Her mind was cool as her eyes looked around at the dark.

Justice's cock began stroking between her lips and she led it deeply into her throat with the trough of her tongue. Then as it withdrew she whirled her tongue tip on the shaft end like a propeller. Justice clenched his hips and rocked on his heels.

Joan knew she held the man's very root in her mouth and could tell by the way he tensed that he would put everything he had into the act. Her hand curled up beneath the ropes of his limbs and fingered the large olive shaped fruit in his sensitive ballsack. She stroked her fingers down the track between them until she came to Justice's ass. While she sucked and plunged her mouth and tongue avidly about the ring of his prickhead, her finger twirled along the rim of his rectum and she stiffened her thrusts. His hips were rocking savagely, driving the length of his rod in and out of her mouth like a piston. She used her finger to counterpoint the backward pump and timed the short sharp pokes to coincide with each hump.

To-and-fro his slim muscular hips humped while Joan's busy eyes lolled about, searching in the dark. Something like a woman's form seemed to move beyond the seats into the gloom of the hallway between the animal tent and where it connected to the main ring, Joan's eyes picked out the face of Myrna Westmore watching them.

She was making no attempt to conceal herself from Joan but rather stood with her hands on her hips and leered.

But Joan was too involved with sucking Justice's huge cook to acknowledge Myrna in any way. She buried her eyes in the foliage about the fleshy stump and gave every fiber of her being to the blow-job.

Each time Justice jerked his hips forward from the lance her finger was in his ass, the length of his rod buried itself to the hilt in the girl's mouth and down her throat.

Joan deepened the growl from her lungs until to Justice it seemed an animal was welded on to his cock with its mouth.

Again he thought of Myrna and found Joan a far better cocksucker than the lion tamer could ever hope to be. Although the snarl seeping from around the contact between her lips and his massive prick was easily as savage as anything Myrna had ever growled, the feeling Justice came to know from Joan's lips held infinitely more grace. Nevertheless Justice, too, felt Myrna's presence even though his back was to her.

Justice felt himself cumming and Joan sensed it also. She increased the flickering flutter of her tongue and sucked with all her might. He felt the hot jism surge up and it was as if it were being pulled from him by a steady current similar to a huge, slowly surging ocean wave. When the first hot gob splashed out of his groin and into the girl's working mouth Justice felt strength surging through his loins and he came in a huge jerking spasm. Joan sucked deeply until every drop was consumed and Justice's giant muscled legs were weak.

"Please, that's enough," Justice said and pushed Joan's head back from his tingling prick. Still, it seemed she could not get enough. He sat down on the floor of the ring with a deep heaving shudder and groaned his contentment. "You're too much, girl. You know that?" Justice breathed, relaxing slowly.