Encouraged that he wouldn't have to immediately go and cut his throat in shame, Pat started scooting lower on the bed. "Hard-on or no hard-on, there's still one thing I can do," he said, grinning up at Jill.
"Hey! What're you doing?" Jill demanded as Pat began wriggling his shoulders in between her legs, which wasn't hard, because he was really very thin.
"I'm gonna eat your snatch," Pat mumbled. "I'm gonna tongue your pussy until you go out of your fucking mind."
Oh, Jesus, more foreplay, Jill thought despairingly. He was going to get her so hot she'd have an epileptic stroke. But he seemed so eager to please she hated to stop him. Resignedly, the disappointed young woman spread her legs for him.
Then she was glad she had. The most knowingly alive mouth she'd ever felt pressed itself against her cunt.
"Ahhhh!" Jill yelped. Her body spumed powerfully at Pat's tongue lanced up into her stunned pussy-slit.
Jill lost all sense of time and place. Her body was a big tuning fork on which Pat's mouth was playing a melody. For the time being she forgot her intense desire to be fucked. All that mattered were the incredible feelings Pat was lapping into her cunt.
Pat was surprised. He had been a little nervous about gluing his mouth to Jill's match, remembering how wildly she had spasmed when he'd fist dipped a finger up her twat. He was worried she might buck so hard she'd break his neck.
But Jill's hips moved slowly, languorously, her cunt twisting sensually up against his slavering mouth. He had all the time in the world to work on her honey-sweet clit. Jesus, but she had a nice cunt!
With his face buried in pussy-flesh, Pat stared upward, over the soft curse of Jill nervously fluttering belly to the high mounds of her tits. Pink-tipped little mountain peaks. He slid his hands up over her loins, reaching high until he had cupped a lush, swollen tit in each hand. His fingers worked on the nipples while his mouth was full of cunt.
Pat paid a lot of attention to Jill's clit at first, lightly licking the swollen little sex-bud. It felt to Jill like someone brushing her cunt with a live electric wire. Little tremors of pure joy rippled over her skin. Then Pat shoved his tongue straight up her pussy-hole, as far in as it would go.
"Uuh… uuh… uuuh…" Jill panted.
Pat rammed his tongue up into her cunt rhythmically, as if it were a small wet, cock. It drove Jill wild, because while it felt good, the deeper recesses of her snatch screamed for attention.
When he had Jill almost crazy with desire, Pat shifted back to her clit. This time he actually sucked the taut little mound right into his mouth, clasping it gently between his lips while his tongue stabbed repeatedly against the tip. At the same time, he shoved a finger far up into Jill's cunt, right beneath his cunt-juice slippery chin.
"AAAAaaahhhhh!" Jill wailed.
She didn't know how much more she could stand. Pat was a master cunt-licker. Again and again he brought Jill to the brink of orgasm, and then he would change his attack, lessening the pressure, leaving Jill hanging at about thirty thousand feet. At first it drove her nuts. But gradually, a slow deep arousal began to replace her previous hair trigger readiness. She knew she could go on forever, more turned-on than she'd ever been in her life.
The longer Pat kept his face buried between Jill's lush thighs, the more comfortable he felt with her gorgeous body. He had her at his mercy now. Feeling her squirm and twist underneath his cunt-lashing tongue, he sensed a difference in his own body.
His cock was getting hard.
Very, very slowly. But he could feel it tingling and growing, throbbing in response to the sensual writhings of Jill's beautiful naked form.
He reached down with one hand and began jacking himself off. It helped. His cock got bigger and bigger, until at last it was fully erect.
Suddenly, just when Jill was teetering on the edge of an orgasm again, Pat pulled his mouth away from her cunt.
"Oooohhhh, not now!" she whimpered. "Don't stop!"
"Enough cunt-eating, baby. I got something better for you," Pat crowed. With his cock hard, all his self-confidence had come back. "I'm gonna stick my cock up your cunt and fuck your brains out!"
Jill looked down wonderingly. Compared to Hal's huge, rock-hard joint, Pat's dick looked pretty small potatoes.
"Are you sure its hard?" she asked innocently, then wished she'd kept her mouth shut. It was a cock and she'd better not scare it away again.
"Sure, it's hard," Pat growled, massaging his swollen prick with one hand. "Open up and say ah baby. I'm a comin' in!"
Pat fell hungrily on Jill's lush body. He guided the tip of his cock up into her pussy-slit. There was a moment's fumbling until he found her cunt-hole, but then hewn in, ramming his cock in as far as it would go.
"Oooohhh," Jill sighed with relief.
At last she had a cock up her cunt! Not the world's champion cock, for sure, but a warm, alive cock, stroking pleasure into her love-starved cunt!
On second thought, as Pat hunched his prick in and out other hot slippery hole, Jill supposed Pat's prick was long enough. It was just that it was so rubbery and flexible. Not as iron-hard as Hal's. Jill had been fucking one man for so long she'd forgotten that cocks come in all sizes, shapes, and textures.
But, rubbery or not, Pat knew how to use his prick! He stroked it creatively up into her snatch, sometimes coming in a little from one side, sometimes circling up from the bottom, or best of all, striking deep into her cunt and holding it there, flexing the bulbous cock-head.
"Oh, yes, lover! Fuck my brains out! Do anything you want with me." Jill panted.
At last it was happening. She had made the break, fucked someone other than Hal. And she was glad! How exciting to have this wonderfully different cock slithering in and out of her cunt. She had to admit, Hal had a somewhat more exciting cock, but nobody could eat pussy the way Pat did. She'd be willing to bet on that.
Pat put his hands under Jill's ass-cheeks and lifted up. He was amazingly strong. Jill felt her loins press tightly against Pat's pelvis. With her cunt tipped upward, he pined another inch into her steaming depths.
"Oh, yes! Yes, keep it up! Ram it all the way into my cunt… I think I'm going to cum!"
After such a long, tremendous build-up, the actual fucking seemed a little anticlimactic to both Pat and Jill. They were both already on the edge. Jill felt Pat's prick harden a little inside her cunt.
She knew he was about to cum. Funny, his face didn't get wild like Hal's did when he was ready to shoot his load. A thoughtful, almost dreamy expression creased Pat's features. Only at the last moment did she feel his body spasm with pleasure.
Pat mashed his mouth down against Jill's as his cock began to spit jism up into her twat. She could taste her own pussy juice on his lips. It excited her wildly, knowing that was what her cunt tasted like, and knowing Pat was cumming up inside her horny snatch. Her own orgasm started.
"Oh! Oh! Oooohhhh!" Jill wailed, her body thrashing suddenly out of control.
The orgasm Pat had artfully denied her for so long crashed over her like an avalanche. Her eyes rolled back a little, showing a lot of white. Her hands clenched wildly at the furred cover. Her legs stuck out straight, quivering.
"Let 'er rip, honey," Pat panted as he felt of his sperm, combined with Jill's girl-cum, spraying out of her cunt, soaking into his pubic hair. A real snapping pussy!
Even though he'd finished cumming, Pat kept ramming his slowly shrinking cock as far as it would go up inside Jill's convulsing pussy, until at last she flopped back, exhausted.
"Please… no more!" she begged. All she wanted to do was get her breath back.
After a decent interval, Pat rolled from Jill's sated body. She lay breathing heavily, her eyes shining.