Belinda left the room as Julie hitched up her skirt.  She wore nothing at all underneath
it except her knee-length boots.  She moved forward until she was kneeling over Greg`s
face and then descended onto him.

"Lick," she ordered, "Or I`ll suffocate you!"

He had little doubt she could carry out her threat, and it would not have taken much
effort for her to do it.  Julie was not particularly tall, but she was decidedly a little
wider than could have been described as slim by any stretch of the imagination.  Her
thighs, far from being tree trunks, were each too thick for any man to have stretched the
fingers of both hands around.  Her buttocks, nowhere near expansive as bolster pillows,
were fleshy and solid and substantial enough for any man to think twice before inviting
her to sit on his lap.  Between her legs her flesh was soft and yielding, inviting Greg`s
exploring tongue and yet warning him with every little move of pleasure that Julie made,
it could easily enfold his face in its dampness, mould itself to the contours of his nose
and mouth, seal him in a wet, fleshy, airless world where his plight could easily be
forgotten in the height of Julie`s orgasm and where any escape or even any movement by
Greg was impossible until she decided to ease her weight from him.

He licked.  He licked until licking alone was not enough.  He sucked, squeezing with his
mouth as he sucked, knowing exactly where to suck not from skill or experience but simply
because the exact spot was pressed firmly down onto him at precisely the angle that gave
her maximum pleasure.

There was a rhythm building within her, and with it there was a gripping and a shuddering
that intensified as the speed increased.  Her breathing came in rapid gasps, her mouth
open and her eyes shut.  Her hands clutched, reaching down to his head and her fingers
entwining in his hair.  She pulled, raising from him a fraction and then descending again,
this time engulfing his nose inside her and covering his mouth with her flesh.  One hand
left his hair and two fingers pressed into her own flesh in a rapid, frantic, desperate
rubbing while he fought desperately to breathe.

And then it was over.  A shriek of pleasure filled the room, her thighs clamping tightly
on either side of his head and her whole weight pressing down with such force he felt as
if she would drive him through the mattress of the bed to the floor underneath.  She fell
back, panting.

She lay motionless for five minutes, then fetched a damp cloth and wiped Greg`s face.

"That was good," she told him.  "See if you can do as well for
Belinda."