Chapter 7
Sugar shrank back away from Yale a couple of steps, her eyes searching his face to see if he were joking about her performing fellatio on him. He was not. She swallowed and with repugnance said, "But... but it's dirty ..."
He smiled. "That's what people said twenty years ago. But kissing a man's cock is a lot more sanitary than kissing him on the mouth. According to surveys, today seventy to eighty percent of Americans practice it. Which means that the only thing wrong with it, is thinking it's wrong." As he spoke, he sat on the edge of the divan, grasped her hips and brought her forward. He began kissing her belly and thighs, nuzzling his face into her sweet-smelling pubic hair, letting his tongue creep into the uppermost opening of her vulva, seeking out the tiny, pealike organ that was the core to her womanhood. After a few lashes of her clit, just enough to excite her all over again, he lifted his mouth from her cunt long enough to ask, "It isn't so hard to take, is it? In fact, it feels pretty damn good, doesn't it?"
Begrudgingly, she had to admit it did as her legs opened involuntarily to admit his face, her pussylips parting under the gentle stroking of his tongue. She was so sensitive down there that it seemed only a matter of seconds before she felt another orgasm taking hold. Enraptured, she grabbed the back of his head and kept his face imprisoned between her suffocating thighs until she had ridden her climax through to completion.
When finally she let go of him and he drew back from her, his lips wet with her juices, he looked up at her and said, "Now you, darling?"
She watched him as he brought his feet up onto the couch and sprawled out on his back, his cock standing up rigidly from out of the nest of curly blond hair that covered his groin. Thoughts bombarded her brain as her gaze shifted from him to the bridal gown, then back to his rampant prick. How important was the gown to her? Important enough to do what he asked? Could she overcome her own revulsion regarding fellatio? Could she actually take his cock into her mouth? Did she want the gown that much? Even more important, did she love him that much? Because to do such a thing, she was sure she would have to love him.
Without actually being aware of what she was doing, she sat on the edge of the divan beside him and turned so she could look down at his swollen cock, throbbing as if with anticipation. She remembered how pleasurable he had made her feel and wondered if doing it to him would make him feel the same way. If so, she could appreciate why he'd want her to suck his cock, and, in all sincerity, she wanted to bring him the same kind of thrill, please him as much as she possibly could.
Mustering some of the courage she'd shown immediately after he'd screwed her, she slipped her left hand hesitatingly between his thighs, cupped his balls and lifted them. Her right hand slid lightly over his belly through his blond bush to the base of his cock. She took it into her hand and squeezed it and watched a translucent drop of liquid form like a tiny pearl on the livid red tip.
She hadn't noticed before, but there was a slight upsweep to the head of his cock, like a saucy pig nose. She could feel the barely subsided passion she'd experienced while he'd tongued her beginning to flow again, as her face moved nearer and nearer to the throbbing head of his cock.
"You'll...you'll have to tell me what to do," she murmured.
He wagged his head as if afraid to talk, for fear it might break the enchantment of her butterfly fingers on his cock and balls.
Suddenly she became aware of his powerful male odor. "Will...will he taste bad?"
"I never sucked cock, darling," he replied. "But from what I hear, there's hardly any taste at all."
She moved her head still closer to him. If anyone had even suggested to her that she would ever suck a man's penis, she never would have believed it. Yet here she was now, about to take Yale's cock into her mouth.
"What do I do first?" she murmured.
"Lick the head a little, get the juice off," he said without any attempt at delicacy, holding his breath in delightful expectation. "Go all around it with your tongue."
Sugar took a deep breath, then bent her head forward and began licking his glans. She found that he was right; there was hardly any taste to it. A trifle salty perhaps, but that was all.
She heard his moan and felt his legs stiffen out as her fiery wet tongue stabbed and swabbed his ultrasensitive meat. Round and round the slimy tool her tongue went, over and under, pausing momentarily just beneath the corona, then following the urethral crease up to the very tip, where she pretended to try to wedge her tongue into the yawning piss-hole.
She swished back her long, brown hair that had fallen at both sides of her face, the ends of it wet with his dribblings. She looked at him over his belly. "Am I doing it right?"
"Perfect," he panted.
It made her feel good to know that she was pleasing him, surprised her to discover that it wasn't nearly as disagreeable as she had imagined it would be. As the last trace of repugnance left her and she began to feel hornier and hornier, she went about her work with greater enthusiasm. She made short, quick stabs at his cockhead with her tongue, delighting in the sounds he made and the way his thighs jumped. Then she wet the palm and fingers of her right hand in the juices leaking out of the meatus like an open hydrant, grasped him in her fist and began to stroke him, the way she remembered hearing her mother say she stroked her Uncle Ben that day she caught him watching her bathe.
"Oh-Jeez, no," he gasped. "Not that way...you'll make me come too fast."
"Isn't that what you want?"
"Yes...but not with your hand...with your mouth."
"You mean like this?" she said with a little chuckle as if an imp or a devil had suddenly possessed her. She let her hand slide down to the base of his cock and took the swollen knob in her mouth, closing her lips tightly around the stalk, just below the crown.
"Oh, Christ!" he groaned ecstatically as he lifted his ass off the couch cushions as if trying to jam all of his cock down her throat. "Don't bite...make sure you don't bite! Just brush it with your teeth as you go up and down. Ohh, like that! Irritate the underside with'em, let it rub against the roof of your mouth. Ohh, darling, keep your lips tight the way they are and suck...suck hard. Ooh, I can feel your tongue tickling all the way back to my asshole. Just keep sucking and don't let go. Pull, baby, pull hard ... get it all the way down your cock-sucking throat!"
Eyes half-closed, Sugar kept sucking voraciously, enjoying it far more than she ever could have imagined she would as her grasping lips slid up and down the length of his rock-hard cock. Glancing in the mirrors, she could see it disappear inside her mouth, puffing out her cheeks like a chipmunk's with each downward thrust, then reappearing each time she came up on it. Until she suddenly pulled him off with a wet, obscene plop.
"Oh, Jeez," he moaned. "Don't stop ... not now! Whatever you do, don't stop!"
"I've got to, darling, he's so big," she breathed apologetically. "My jaws ache and I've got to catch my breath." Then, after a brief pause, she asked, "What do I do when ... when you start to ... you know ... ?"
"Come?"
"Yes."
"There's a box of tissues on the dressing table," he told her. "You can use some of those ... or you can let me finish in your mouth."
She met his gaze intently. "Which way is best? I mean, for you?"
"In your mouth, of course."
She nodded and reaffixed her mouth to his cock and began pumping up and down as before, watching his face for reaction. He didn't look as if he were going to be able to hold back for very long.
She felt his hands groping for her tits and shifted her body slightly so he could reach and fondle them, adding to his pleasure and her own. She began sucking harder, turning her mouth into a vacuum, pulling as much of his cock as she could down her gulping throat, her lips and teeth showing him no mercy.
"Ooh, use your tongue, too," he panted. "Each time I come out, swirl your tongue all over the head. Ooh, like that, baby...just like that."
She could feel Yale starting to pump with her, driving his cock in and out of her suctioning mouth as if it were a juicy cunt fucking him.
"Oh, Sugar baby...Oh, I'm going to come!" he gasped. "You sure...you want it. . . like this ... in your mouth?"
Her eyes almost maniacal with excitement and with his throbbing meat buried halfway down her throat, she could only nod expectantly. Cradling his balls in her hand, she squeezed them gently as she felt him grasp the sides of her head in both his hands to make sure she didn't get away.
It was the damndest sensation she'd ever known, as she felt his cock balloon in her overfilled mouth and throb madly, the sperm shooting up through his tube and shooting with a convulsive blast out of him into her mouth.
"Oh, suck and pull!" he yelled. "Suck like you never sucked before! Ooh, like that!"
Sugar could feel the thump of his cockhead against her palate, her gullet, her tongue as he pumped what seemed like quarts of his molten cum into her mouth, down her thirsty throat and into her belly to splash against her entrails. She kept sucking and swallowing, making no attempt to pull off him until she had drained him of every last drop and reduced his penis to limp, wrinkled flesh inside her mouth. Only then did she release him and fill her cramped lungs with air and crawl up on the couch beside him. Her lips still wet with his residue, she kissed him.
"That's what you taste like, darling," she whispered.
"Not bad," he said jokingly as he savored the flavor. Then he kissed her and held her tightly in his arms. "Do you know that you're the greatest?"
Her tummy tickled very pleasantly.
"Even more important-do you know I'm in love with you?" he tacked on.
Suddenly grown serious, Sugar put a finger lightly to his lips and said reprovingly, "Please, darling, don't ever tell me that-unless you mean it."
"But I do mean it," he insisted. "Furthermore, I never said it to any other girl in my life."
She smiled as she climbed atop him and, with her tits squashed against his chest and her fuzz-button pressed down hard against his lifeless prong, she unashamedly put her tongue into his mouth and left it there for a long time.
She wanted so much to believe him, wanted so very much to think that he really did love her. Because there was no question in her mind any longer that she was deeply, passionately in love with him. In fact, if she were asked to pick out the happiest moment she had ever known, she would have to say it was right now.