Before he had a chance to do any more arguing, I lifted his pecker and put the head of it between my lips. That stopped anything he might've meant to say. He just choked on his words as his pecker began slowly losing its softness in my mouth. I made myself imagine that it was the pecker of another man — any man but him — and that made it easier and more fun to give him a good and proper blow-job.
I sure as hell wouldn't kiss him on the lips, but kissing and sucking on his pecker was different. It was part of what I was doing to him. I made the most of it.
With his dick all soft and shrunk down like it was, I was able to get most all of it in my mouth. I used my lips to make a soft cushion over my teeth, so they wouldn't scrape him, and then I just opened wide and gobbled down on his pecker. It had a little hardness in it, and more getting there all the time, and that kept me from bein' able to put it all in my mouth; besides, even soft, it was a pretty good-sized dick.
But I managed to take it down far enough into my mouth that the tip of it was poking me right near my throat, and then I just eased my way back up his prod, keeping my lips around it like a tight little hairless cunt and sucking so hard on it that I tasted a little come being oozed into my mouth. That went right on down my throat.
His pecker was hard as a rock by the time I'd gone down on it and sucked my way back up for the third time, and I could feel his hands pawing me all over. One of them was under me, holding tight to the soft white flesh of my naked tit, and the other one was between my legs, up on my cunt.
He had tossed the skirt of my dress up over my ass, leaving me stark naked down there, and his hand was rubbing away at my cunt. He'd bruised me up pretty good with the hard way he'd put the pecker to me earlier, but his hand felt surprisingly good as it rubbed across the lips of my cunt. I opened my legs for him.
My cunt was damp inside and out from the come he'd dumped in me, and from the steam I was working up as I mouthed his pecker, and I reckon that's what all at once gave me the idea of wanting him to eat my cunt. Damn...! What an idea!
"A filthy cocksucker!" he had called me, and maybe I was. But what would that make him if he ate my cunt? If he ate it now, while it was still full of his own come... what would that make him? I didn't know, but I knew he'd remember it every time he thought of me. He'd remember the taste of sticky flesh. The taste of his own cock, maybe, and he'd be too ashamed to even think of me as a filthy cocksucker!
But he had to do it without me asking. It would be better that way. He'd have only himself to blame whenever he remembered the way he'd sucked at my cunt and tasted the thick cream from his own pecker, the way he'd licked and sucked at my cunt and went after...
As I sucked at his rock-hard pecker, I felt myself getting hot and horny just from the thought of having him stick his tongue up my cunt... up the wet cunt he was rubbing. But I wasn't going to ask.
I didn't have to. I'd learned from experience what most men will do when they're having their pecker sucked, especially if a girl has enough brains to make it a little easier for them. So I just made it a little easier for Pa to eat my cunt.
I just shifted myself around, like I was trying to find a position that would make it easier for me to suck him off, and then I just lifted one leg and threw it across him, so I was straddling him with my cunt right above his 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.