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received,
first of all in her mouth though she didn't keep it there long -
the damned thing looked as though it might go off at any second -
and then where it truly belonged, up her well-juiced cunt.
    It didn't last
long there either but she came at the same time he did, in a
long-drawn-out spiral of pleasure that radiated up her spine and
down her legs as he speared his tool up, up, up into her very
centre. Then he did a very surprising thing. Even though he had
just exploded inside her, he kept his cock jammed deep between her
legs and gently stroked her pussy lips and clit, all the while
tonguing and kissing her nipples, until she had had another orgasm
- a slow deep soul-stirrer that left her floating on a cloud.
    ' Troisfois ,'
she murmured into his hair, her hips undulating to his
rhythm.
    But Kelvin
didn't hear. As he mouthed the cherry pits of her nipples he
dreamed of the fuller, lusher pastures of Gossamer Hawk's bosom
where, for the moment at least, it was still safe to let his
imagination roam.
     
    'I'm sorry I was such a witch,' said Petra as she snuggled
into Kelvin's body post
coitus .
    'I'm not
complaining,' said Kelvin. 'You can stay late at the office every
night if you come home like that.'
    'I wasn't at
the office, I had dinner at Cassie's.'
    'Aha.' That
explained one mystery. 'I had a phone call from Partridge Place. I
wondered why they couldn't get you at work.'
    'You've got a
message about Tom?' Petra sat bolt upright. 'Why didn't you tell
me?'
    'I couldn't. I
had a mouth full of pussy, remember? Don't panic, Glass is out of
his coma and feeling fine.'
    'Thank God.'
She subsided onto the pillow, relief mingling with a series of
thoughts, chief among them the news she .had finally extracted from
a shagged-out Cassie. The Corrections Committee had forwarded Tom
Glass's name for investigation. Petra had to let Tom know as soon
as possible. Still, there wasn't much she could do about it at the
moment. She put her hand on Kelvin's shrunken cock and gave it an
inquisitive squeeze.
    'What's got
into you tonight, Petra?' he said. 'Not that I'm complaining.'
    'If you must
know, it's Cassie. She's made me promise to go on a new diet.'
    'But you don't
need a diet.'
    'It's more a health regime. For Fragrant .' His prick was big in her
hand now.
    'That smelly
rag.'
    'Shut up and
fuck me. I want it hot and hard. I want to come again.'
    He put his
hand between her legs. Juice was running out of her like a river.
His come and hers, mixed.
    'Any other
orders, mistress?' he asked, four fingers inside her and
churning.
    'Yes, do you
speak French?'
    'I can say soixante-neuf . Will that
do?'
    ' Parfait . Just
be quick.'
     
     

Chapter
8
     
    Tom was
dreaming. But, like last time, the dream had the solidity of real
life. His past life.
    He was in an
attic room in a large Victorian house. The dormer windows were open
wide and a warm breeze puffed the flowery Habitat curtains into the
cramped space, making it even smaller. Jeans, a T-shirt, a crumpled
summer dress and a pair of M&S panties lay in a pool of
sunlight on the rush-mat floor. He was squashed into a narrow
single bed with the owner of the panties. There wasn't much room
but neither of them was complaining. On the contrary.
    ' Aiee ,'
groaned Elvira, 'is too much, too much!'
    Tom laughed
and thrust deeper between the fabulous olive cheeks of her upturned
bum. His hand was beneath her body exploring the thicket of her
crotch, diddling her throbbing clit towards orgasm.
    The clock on the bedside table said 11.30. Tom was supposed to
be at a lecture on As You Like
It , currently being delivered a mile down
the hill in the English Department by his tutor, Lionel Slack. He
didn't care. Buggering an Italian sex-pot with a bum like a ripe
peach was an education in itself, possibly one with more long-term
advantages. The beauty of it was that Elvira was also Professor
Slack's au pair.
    ' Si, si! ,'
muttered Elvira into the sheets as Tom began to ram with urgency
into the