Aye, tis time fer some good ol' fashion fun, it is.

To be honest, I wasn't quite sure what she meant by "her Blarney Stone". Her tits? Wouldn't that be her Blarney Stones? I racked my brain, trying to figure out what she could possibly be referring to. Apparently my expression gave away my confusion.

Groaning, Janice smacked herself in the forehead. "For the love of...look, Skaz, just lay the fuck down, would you?" she snapped. I may have been wrong before. Wild boars are zen compared to her. "On the bed or...?" I began to question before her eyes seemed to flare. "NOW!" she screamed.

I quickly obeyed, laying out on the floor. "Jeez," I mumbled. "I thought she wanted me to be the master..." "We can do that one later...maybe after I toughen ya up some." I gulped, realizing I had been heard. Before I could make an apology, however, she stood over me, my neck between her legs. Wow, I couldn't even see her face from that angle...at least until she looked down. Then I could see her eyebrows...and maybe just a hint of her eyes. But mostly, all I saw was a pair of bouncy boobs attached to a tiny, curvy figure.

"Alright, Skaz..." Janice cooed in a surprisingly sweet voice...before almost crashing down onto my face, her sopping wet pussy pressed against my mouth. "Get to kissin'!" That's when I got it. Her Blarney Stone...she meant her clit.

Well, if that was my task, I might as well give it my all. I grabbed her tight ass, making her yelp as I pulled her toward me and **** my tongue into her wet hole. I knew I had done it right when her body stiffened. My eyes caught movement and a glance up told me she was gripping the back of the bed with her slender hands in what I could only assume was a white knuckled fashion. "FUCK!" she squeaked, her body shivering.

Knowing better than to stop there, I began wiggling my tongue around, probing her womanhood. She bucked in rapturous pleasure, moaning and grinding against my face. When my tongue finally encountered the little nub of her clitoris, it was a bit difficult to properly kiss it with the way she was positioned...but that didn't stop me from trying.

"Aye, that's it! Oooh, Saints!" Janice cried out in a surprisingly authentic sounding Irish accent. Compared to her previous attempt, it was a huge improvement. Perhaps she slipped into it when in an orgasmic state. The quirks of these robo-sluts were amazing...and rather fun. Easing up on pulling her toward me (but keeping her ass in both hands) I gave myself just enough leeway to put my lips around her throbbing clit and gave it a proper kiss...before sucking on it gently.

That did it. "FUCK! Ooh, John, yuir tongue is magic! FUCK, I love it! Love you!" she babbled as warm fluid gushed from her pussy, thicker and sweeter than the fluid that had merely been trickling out before. Her spasms slowly stopped and she slid off my face, laying next to me. "Haah...haah...if y...if you tell ANYONE I sound like that when I cum..." she warned me softly.

Smirking, I kissed her cheek. "Jan, I'd be shocked if the whole place didn't hear you," I replied. "...fuck..." she muttered, but apparently decided not to fume over it and snuggle me instead.