"Oh, yeah," Gil said. "I forgot. Good idea." He reached over for the bottle and then poured it so that it ran down her cunt and down into her buttocks. He smeared the green liquid over her genitals and around with his hand as he stared in wide-eyed fascination at the beautiful cunt. He seemed to stare at it as though it were some exotic dessert – cherries jubilee or a parfait. Then he settled into a more even tempo as he lapped the sweet tasting liquid from every nook and cranny of her tasty snatch.
"Oh, baby, now you're doing exactly what mains likes. But don't forget my love button at the top. That's better. Oh! And you even like my bottom! Yes, darling, your tongue feels so smooth and nice down there… everywhere."
When he had swallowed practically all the creme de menthe, Connie herself poured the remainder of the bottle over her own twat to keep Gil snacking so delicately and tenderly all over her love chasm. Yes, Gil had definite cunt-eating possibilities, she thought. Although she had to keep raising his head slightly to remind him that it was her clitoris where she wanted most of the attention. He got the idea after her fifth or sixth prompting and began working on the flesh bud as if he knew that would make her come.
"Now you're on it, honey. Yes… oh, yessess right on it… don't stop… please make mama come… please."
Gil was pressing just a bit too hard, not letting enough air penetrate between his tongue and her clit, smothering her so that she could not achieve the maximum sensation. She did not know how to tell him this without turning him off or offending him. Men were funny that way. They liked to think of themselves as the perfect lovers in every department. He was doing a fine job, unquestionably, but with just a little lees pressure, just a little, it would make all the difference. Pressure, even all out pressure, was fine at the very end, just before she came, but it was premature to push so hard at this stage.
Connie lifted his head, just a little and forced him to lick just a little lighter and he seemed to get the idea. Also, she guessed, his tongue and neck might be getting just a little bit tired by now. Certainly the little string of flesh that held the tongue to the lower part of the mouth was severed by now but that was common and wouldn't cause any great discomfort. She didn't want to tire him too much this first time he made her come with his mouth. She wanted to make it an enjoyable experience for both of them so that he would lick her pussy all the time. A man who wouldn't lick cunt was worse than no man at all and she didn't want to run the risk of making him suck-shy. No sir… never!
"Almost!" she cried out, spurring him on. "I'm almost there, darling. Oh, that blessed, beautiful tongue of yours is driving me out of my mind! Keep sucking. Harder… harder!" She was almost there now and wanted the maximum action. She grasped his head with both hands and stiffened her legs out as far as they would go on either side of the bed. Then she began riding his face like a jockey rides his tiny saddle and grinding her pelvis harder and harder at his slurping mouth.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes, now, now! Oh, Gil! Yes, I'm coming now, baby! Oh, baby! There… there… there… now… Oh, nowwwwwwwww…" she screamed. "Pretty soon we'll fuck… but now I'm therrrrreeee!"
Connie saw stars as the tingle of blessed orgasm ran up and down her backbone, jolted her being to the core and brought a relief she hadn't felt in a long, long time.
They both lay there, Connie shuddering and moaning and Gil panting, too, from his head wagging efforts. "Oh, what a way to make a living," Connie said finally smiling lovingly at her new-found lover. "To think we can be together, live a good life together having sex and going to fun places. You're my sugar-daddy, Gil. That's what you are… a sugar-daddy… a girl's dream come true."
When Connie had rested, she realized that Gil was growing restless. Some time had passed since his last orgasm, his blow job, and she could tell that the excitement of bringing her snatch to a climax with his mouth had once again stiffened his rod and readied him for fucking.
"You want to put it in now, sweet?" she asked, kissing him and fondling his erection. "You ready to stick it in mama's love hole and come again?"
She had barely gotten the words out when Gil grabbed her tits roughly, rubbed them mechanically for a moment, and then mounted up ready to stick his member between her legs. His eagerness startled her somewhat, but she was still wet from his saliva and the creme de menthe so held her cunt lips apart to enable him to penetrate her.
"Yeah," he grunted. "When the chips are down, fuckin' is the best. Good ol' fuckin' with my cock right up your middle. Right in your hot hole with your ass in my hands. Yeah…"
"Yes, baby," she agreed. "Mama loves your pecker up there – loves to feel your come shoot in there." Suddenly Gil paused, raised himself slightly and stared at her questioningly. "You can't get pregnant, can you?" he asked. "I mean, you do take the pill or wear a diaphragm or something, don't you?"
Connie smiled. "I may only be twenty-one, but I'm not a stupid kid," she answered. "Honey, I've been taking the pill since I was sixteen! Come on and let's fuck. Don't worry."
"Good," Gil grunted, apparently satisfied, and began pumping his ass rapidly as he thrust his hard-on piston-like into Connie's cunt.
Actually, Connie thought, Gil did have much to learn. She did delight in the challenge to make him a more affectionate and effective lover in the next six months, but sometimes his eagerness to get things over with bothered her. Right now, for instance, the way he held her ass in his hands – her thighs rather – made her feel a little like a wheel-barrel. The primitive approach often made a woman feel feminine, as though she were being over-powered by the more powerful, cave-man type male, but at this instant she could tell that Gil was thinking exclusively of himself. She might as well have been a goat or a sheep. She was a hot, wet hole to stick his cock in and gratify himself in.
That she might have preference as to position or pressure points had not even occurred to him as he huffed and puffed as quickly as possible with the single intention of unloading the contents of his balls within her. She would have to change all that. She owed the poor dear that in exchange for the salary he would pay her. But her instruction would have to be done with the utmost care. Years of habit had contributed to his attitudes and methods of fucking a woman and the last thing she wanted to do was bruise his childish ego.
"Okay," he said, breathing harder. "I'm going off now, Connie. Getting my nuts off now."
"Give it all to me," Connie purred. "Let's go fuck… fuck… fuck! Come inside in mama's pussy like a nice boy!"
"There it is," Gil moaned. "There she blows!" He spoke a little like a boy might speak to another boy when showing a prized agate from his marble collection. "Yeahhhh… there it is!" he gasped. He lay there with the full weight of his body on the top of her, gasping for breath. Almost immediately, his hard-on dwindled away to nothing and he rolled away and faced the wall. He didn't say a word. Connie had not come, but she didn't mind. She began rubbing his back. "Do you want to rest awhile before we have dinner?" she asked.
He shrugged her hand away, as though her touch annoyed him. "Dinner?" he grunted. "What the fuck for. You hungry already?"
"No, darling," she said softly. "I just thought you might be after your efforts. If you want, I'll call room service."
"Room service? Who do you think you are? Lady Astor? Why don't you go down and get a hamburger in the coffee shop – something your style."
Connie didn't think she had heard him correctly. She could not believe her ears. "What's wrong, Gil?" she asked.
"Nothing's wrong as soon as you get your ass out of here," he said.
"Gil! But you said – I mean, our agreement? Okay, then, if you're not hungry now forget it. I'm sorry."