face. Then I went right on sucking him off, but slower, so he'd be a long time coming.
I doubt that the old bastard had ever thought of sucking a pussy before — that's how pious the old son of a bitch was — or, if he'd ever thought about it. He was too big a hypocrite to admit it to anyone, even the woman who owned the cunt. But now he had one staring him in the face.
And my mind was made up that he was going to eat it.
I braced myself above him by putting both my hands on the thick patch of hair above his pecker, my fingers spread and my thumbs just touching the thick base of it, and I bent down and touched my tongue to the tip of it. It wobbled a little as I licked at the tip of it, so I steadied it with the fingers of one hand. He lifted his hips a little, trying, I reckon, to get me to take his pecker all the way back in my mouth. But this was my ballgame, and we were playing by my rules.
I just kept on licking his cock, running my tongue all they way down the sides, around the head, flicking the big blue vein with my tongue, and I moved my ass from side to side above his face. He had his arms sort of wrapped around my legs, reaching under me with both hands to tug at my knockers, and I was beginning to think maybe he wouldn't eat it. So I spread my knees wider and lowered my cunt down closer to his face. Holding his pecker against the side of my throat with one hand, I leaned way down past it and began working on his nuts. I sucked hairy, wrinkled flesh between my lips, nipped it teasingly with my teeth, licked it with quick little strokes of the tip of my tongue, and I felt one of his hands leave my tit.
It went between my open thighs, rubbed them a little, and then moved up. I felt his lips touch my legs, one, then the other, way down by my knees. He kissed me a little higher as his hand touched my pussy. Then higher still. I felt him spread the lips of my cunt. His head lifted higher between my thighs, rolling from side to side as he kissed his way closer to the cunt he was spreading with his fingers. His hand left, went back to my knocker, and I felt his warm breath spreading over my inner thighs, close to my gash.
I put my mouth back over the head of his cock and began sucking it as his hands left my tits and moved back to the cheeks of my ass.
And then I lowered my rear until I felt the first touch of his lips against my gash. He'd never call me a cocksucker again, I knew. He kissed it like he was afraid it was going to bite him or something, just holding himself up between my thighs with his face barely touching the lips of my cunt. Or maybe he was just checking to see if he liked the taste. But whatever it was he soon got over it.
As I began sucking his cock in dead earnest, mouthing the head of it like I was starving to death and using the fingers of both hands to beat off the rod of it and tease his nuts, I felt him start eating my cunt like he'd been raised on it. If this was the first time he'd ever eaten gash, all I can say is that he was born with a talent for it.
He pressed his face up into the wet lips of my cunt, licking me like I'd never been licked before. His tongue moved like a wet little pecker. It crawled around the tight outer lips. It pried them open and went between them. It moved in and out like a cock. His head moved between my legs, dragging that tongue back and forth through my cunt, and once he pressed his face so deep into the wet trench that I even felt his nose go between the lips. I let my weight shift so that my cunt was pressing down on his face, pushing his head down beneath me. I raised my head from his pecker.
'Suck my cunt good, Pa,' I said, grinding it against his face. I wanted him to remember for the rest of his life every last detail of what we'd done today. I tightened my thighs around him. 'Suck every last drop of come out of it. There! Suck it like that!'
He was damned sure doing as he was told.
His lips were fastened tight over my cunt, pulling hard at the slimy flesh, and his mouth made funny noises as he tried to suck the juice back out of me. I felt the stiff little bud at the front of my cunt get itself sucked into his hungry mouth, and the good feeling of it caused me to get a hunger of my own. I fed that hunger with a big mouthful of his pecker.
His tongue was giving me a good case of the-hot-and-hornies. It was settled on the little button of my clit now, licking it up good and proper, and I returned the favor by skinning his cock with my lips. With my mouth moving up and down his pecker in a steady bobbing that I knew would bring him off in my mouth before very long, I let my hips pump above his mouth in a fuck-like roll that would do the same for me. In a matter of seconds, it did just that.
I busted loose right in his mouth, squirming and wiggling like crazy, and he kept right on a-sucking at my cunt. He still had me coming when I felt his pecker spew its thick cream into my mouth and down my throat. When the last of it was swallowed and his mouth had fallen away from my cunt, I turned around and put my arms around him, snuggling up close… just like I liked him.
Now that he'd gotten his nuts off for the second time, I knew he'd be wantin' to leave. Just like any man leaves a woman once he's done with her, he'd be ready to walk out.
And I had to keep him there.
'That was good, Pa,' I said, changing the tone of my voice so I sounded like a purring kitten. 'Real good. You're a real man, sure enough.' I pressed my whole body against him, like I was trying to get right inside his skin.
At first, I thought he was gonna pull away and leave me. But he was sufferin' that kind of tiredness most men go through after a good hump, and he just settled back into my arms again. I even thought I saw him smile.
While I locked my legs around him and stroked the back of his head with my fingers, I started giving him a big line of horse manure about how he was the best piece I'd ever had, telling him that I'd really always wanted him to put the pecker to me, and talking about how we could do it all the time from now on.
Well, the man ain't born who don't like to hear that kind of talk, so before long he was snuggling up with his face resting against my knockers, eatin' my words up just like he'd ate my cunt, and even puttin' in a few of his own. He wasn't in no hurry to get away anymore, and I just kept right on sweet talking him until he dropped off to sleep with his head resting against my knockers.
If everything turned out like I'd planned it, it was going to happen pretty damn soon, I figured. While I waited, I held him real easy, so he wouldn't wake up and I thought about how I'd first got the idea of doing what. I was doing. Strange I hadn't thought of it a long time before. But I hadn't. Not until the night before… when Henry had made me see just how possible it was.
I'd snuck out of the house after supper and met Henry on down the road from our house, and we'd drove on over to his place. Les, his little brother, was the only one there, and we'd gone right on in the bedroom and stripped for action. Les, too, because Henry said he was apt to tell the folks if he didn't get a little pussy for himself. I figured that was just an excuse to cut his little brother in, but I didn't argue about it. I'd had a lot more than two run a train on me before, and Henry knew it.
Les was just fourteen, four years younger than Henry, a skinny little fellow with sandy hair and freckles, and he was impatient as all get out. He was pawing on my tits 'fore I even had a chance to get on the bed, and I expected to see come start squirtin' out of his hard little pecker any second.
Henry just laughed and pushed him away from me and said, 'Don't go gettin' your bowels in no uproar, boy. Ain't nobody said a word about you goin' first.' He got down on the bed beside me and put his hand between my legs. 'I don't fuck after no man. Especially after all the trouble I hadda go to t' get Pearl here, away from that bastard Pa of hers.' Pa had used a shotgun to chase Henry off our place one time, and Henry, big as he was, was scared to death of him.
'Well, get it on then, huh?' Les said, prancing around, nervous as could be. He looked at me. 'I'm horny as hell. You gonna fuck 'er or ain't you?' He rubbed his balls with both hands.
Henry ignored him. 'I know why the old motherfucker tries to keep you cooped up like a chicken,' he said. He rubbed my cunt. 'He's jealous 'cause he ain't gettin' none of this. He can't get his, so he thinks everybody else oughta go hungry. That's what! You think I ain't never seen the way the horny old shit looks at you? In town last week, I…'
'If you ain't gonna fuck 'er, why not let me take firsts?' Les interrupted, and he was begging so hard I laughed. But Henry had set me to thinking. I patted the bed beside me. 'There's room for three,' I said. 'And I know a way you both can go first. But let me hear this, okay?' I put my hand on his pecker as he scampered into bed beside me.
'The man just wants to fuck you, ain't no more to it,' Henry said, and just shut up about it. He was ready to
