And then, to her surprise, he dove at her cunt parted her legs and began lapping at her pussy. Although he lacked subtlety and finesse, the fact that he was even aware of such a thing as oral love amazed her! He licked frenziedly, like a male animal, and she had to caution him against hurting her. He had apparently forgotten to shave that morning and his rough beard scratched slightly.

"Easy, baby," she coaxed. "Mama likes you to suck her pussy but you have to lick it gently. That's better, like slow and nice, and be sure and lick at the bump on the top. That's better," she said. "That's mama's big love tiger!"

Nevertheless, Gil still munched on her box like a ravenous animal. In a way, his lack of artistry excited her. She had grown accustomed to men who considered themselves experts in the cunt-eating category and performed with such restraint and skill they had become old hat. It was odd that some men considered themselves unique when it came to delivering pleasure in cunt-sucking. Did the fools really think they were the only ones who ate pussy or, at least, knew how to eat pussy well?

At any rate, Gil would certainly win no prizes in a snatch gobbling contest, but his crude attack and uninhibited gulping between her legs was refreshing. As he gorged himself on her crotch, the vacuum-cleaner-like technique he employed filled her ears with the slurping sounds of saliva and grunts and groans that reminded her of feeding time at the zoo. His beard was beginning to smart just a little and, before he devoured her cunt whole she decided to take a breather.

"Honey," she coaxed, raising his dripping-wet face from her parted legs. "That's scrumptious, but let mama suck you for a while now before we fuck, okay? It's unfair to let me have all the fun. I want to suck on your luscious prick for a little while and show you how good I am. Just lie back and let mama suck your rod."