"Leave those on, it makes it better," he said.
As he walked to her she saw his plump balls jiggling between his long thighs and she grew hot immediately. That long, luscious prick was getting hard again, she saw, growing dark and delectable looking as it juiced up for another round. She had to have it in her mouth, she had to! I'm going cock-crazy! I've never been this way before! She knelt down in front of him, her eyes dancing with excitement.
"I want to french you."
He stepped in front of her, reaching out and twisting her nipples until chills scurried down her armpits. His cock rose in front of her and bobbed against her face. Harl held onto her nipples as he guided his shaft into her mouth.
She thrilled to the male essences that she tasted: strong, sweet, ingratiating tastes of brass and smoke and hot cum. The pulses in her ears deafened her as she heard nothing but the screams of her secret self.Suck! Suck! Suck! Oh, God, I want to suck this beautiful pecker till he shoots all over me, in my mouth, down my throat, everywhere! I want a mouth full of his cum, till it runs down my chin! I want it up my ass, between my tits, I want to drown in it!
She grasped his excited cock in her fist and squeezed against the pulsing artery, thrilling to the pumping force of blood that answered her. Her tongue licked over the head of baby-smooth skin, tracing the urethral slit and circling hungrily over the ridge. Her lips clamped around the rigid cap, pushing against the flap of loose skin until she had exposed the most sensitive part of this instrument of delight. He groaned and jiggled his hips, urging her further.
"Christ, you've got a good mouth! Where did you learn to go down on a dick so good?" he panted.
Her mind answered him in a frenzy of black confusion. But I never sucked cock before! Never! This is the first time I've had one in my mouth but it's so familiar, as if I'd done it before… But I haven't! Ginny's done it, she's a cocksucker, I know she is. A bad girl, a cocksucking whore… that's what the boys back home called girls who did it. She loves it, she did everybody… on your knees, baby!
Brenda thrust the succulent cock to the back of her throat, swabbing it in famished haste.
"Oooooohhoneeeee, I'm gonna cum, cum in your mouth. You gonna swallow my cum, baby?"
His legs spread wide as he stuffed a suffocating length of cock far back in her throat. Brenda choked and grasped his rod, guiding him into the side of her cheek, but he pulled away and rammed thickly into her mouth once more, pulling in and out just as though he were fucking her. Her tongue licked wildly to meet him, making wet sluicing noises that excited her more. The sexy, beautiful sounds of cocksucking!
"That's it… a little more now… I'm gonna give you a mouthful better'n what's running out of your cunt."
The saliva-slicked cock stiffened into iron for a second, then seemed to swell to an even larger size. Then she felt it, the welcome hot spurt of his climax as it hit the back of her palate and filled her mouth with burning, briny cum. He jerked back, moaning, then wriggled sinuously back and forth between her lips as more cum sprayed through his monstrous prick. Brenda's mouth worked over it, drawing it out until there was no more. A trickle of it ran from the side of her mouth and trailed down her neck. She swallowed thickly, thinking of cream, then swallowed again until it was gone.
Harl staggered as she released him, his eyes glazed with exhausted pleasure. As she looked at him Brenda felt a thrill of sensuality like nothing she had ever known. It was a woman's job, a real woman's job, and she had done it perfectly.
He dropped to the bed on his knees and fell over beside her, reaching a heavy arm out to her as he pulled her close.
"Jesus, baby, they grow 'em wild out in the West, don't they?"
"Harl…"
What could she say? She did not know him. How could she pose the question that was tormenting her?
"Harl, who was Ginny? What was she like?"
He laughed after a curious silence, "Ginny? I'd forgotten her. Funny, for a minute I didn't know who you meant."
A shrill voice of panic screamed deafeningly in her brain at his words. Nameless terror clutched at her throat, choking off speech.
"I-I just… wanted to know about her. You know, when you rent somebody else's apartment, you get curious."
"Oh, she was a Village character, I guess. Kept crazy hours, was always flying in and out to change her clothes. Hung around in the zodiac coffee houses, played the sitar – or played at it, anyhow."
"What did she do for a living?"
"Christ, she had a different job every week, it seemed. But basically she was a photographer. She did dogs at some nutty place down on Eighth Street. People paid a fortune for it. Then she did tinting, you know, refurbishing old photographs."
"You didn't know she was going to move?"
"Hell, no," he laughed. "I thought you were her when you opened the door."
Brenda stiffened as a tremor threatened to shake her. "Why? Just because I was here?"
"I guess it was that. When you opened the door, I expected to see her, so that must have been why…"
He broke off. She knew it was because of a touch of chivalry. He did not want to tell her that she looked like a girl he used to screw after he had just finished screwing her. She might think he was substituting, pretending to himself that she was Ginny. And she might get mad and throw him out, after he'd found a good thing.
She forced the words out of her mouth. "Do we look alike?"
"Not really. You at the door, yes, because I'd seen her at the door. And in that dark hall, your eyes play tricks on you. You looked exactly like her for a split second, then you didn't at all."
"Why do you suppose she left without telling you? Has she told anybody else, do you think?"
"How should I know? Probably not. She toots off all over the place. She went to Mexico once for six months then showed up again."
He turned over and loomed over her, grinning suggestively while looking down into her eyes.
"I said you had eatin' pussy, and I'm going to prove it."
He lowered his face to her swelling tits and sucked on their tips until she was hot again, her frightening thoughts of Ginny drowning in the tide of scurrying thrills that shot out from her nipples as his tongue lazed over their hardening circles. She arched her back and pressed the round boob into his face, forcing his teeth into a delicious bite that made her moan with pleasure. His fingers pinched her other nipple as his palm circled over the firm globe. She knew she had a mouth-watering pair of breasts and noticed with pride that he seemed almost reluctant to leave them to go lower.
His mouth opened on the flesh of her belly, sucking gently as he grazed toward the field of golden wheat that awaited him. He scooped up her creamy thighs and spread them apart as he fell between them, tracing the tendrils of wheat-colored hair that grew in the juncture of her groin. She moaned and tossed, lifting her pussy to his seeking tongue and offering him its cloven delights. He found the bud of her clitoris and circled slowly over it until it swelled with molten longing.
"Ahhhhhh… ooooo, yes, yes, that's it. Lick me, oh lick me!"
Her cunt was a glistening puddle of desire. He teased the slit until the flesh lay totally exposed to his tonguing. The probing wetness of his mouth went still lower until the tip of his tongue slithered into the entrance of her cunt.
"Mmmmmm… good pussy… aaahhh, sweet little hot pussymmmmm."
His lips smacked as he drew on the opening, sucking it hard and then flicking past its musculature with his tongue. He continued to swab her with his expert oral caress until she screamed out, her legs kicking the air over his head.
Her insanity mounted as he trailed down beneath the hairy triangle to the thicker growth that hid her anus. As his tongue revolved over the tight little hole Brenda gasped in shocked surprise. He was rimming her! No one had ever done that before… it was awful, dirty, unnatural. But the steady tickling between her buttocks soon became a crescendo of pleasure that drove all inhibitions away.