The old dirty pick up rambled on down the highway with some Jim Croce coming from the radio. Ben sat staring straight ahead, singing along. Darla was in the passenger seat also staring straight ahead. Neither had spoken since their fight earlier.
Ben remembered when Darla had crossed his path. He was in Brewer's Den shooting some pool against some city guy who thought he was the cock of the walk. Ben had taken out his custom pool cue, Lucille, to teach him a thing or two. Bastard had cheated, playing dirty, putting the ball behind the eight ball. Ben and Lucille had taught the prick a thing or two. Especially with the last blow to the groin.
When he had looked up from the crumpled man, there was a curvy blonde with the most amazing green eyes looking at him with amusement. She had smiled with red painted lips when he winked.
She had followed when he was "escourted" from the Den.
It had all been history from there.
They had gone on picnics, eating cold fried chicken she made and pasta salads. Some movies at the theatre. A concert if someone good was in town. A lot of long drives in his pick up. He listened while she talked. They always talked a lot, females, must be something in their hard wiring made their mouth go non stop. Darla talked more than the rest.
He figured that must be why Darla was the best cocksucker he had ever known. All those muscles working must make them strong to do what she did.
And she was a head demon. She would get down on her knees on their picnics and say, "Time for dessert." She'd wink and lick her lips while stroking him in a tight, fast thrust. Her fingers would tense at the tip on the upstroke, squeezing the head. Her thumb would swipe the tip and flick the small slit at the top.
Her other hand would craddle his balls, massaging them with her fingertips. She would alternate with scratching his inner thighs with her nails, hard enough to leave red streaks on their surface.
During this she would look him in the eye with a look of daring on her face.
Finally, when he was getting bored of just being stroking she would lightly flick her tongue out in place of her thumb. Her tongue would lather all over the head like an ice cream cone and then she would pull back so that her breath would be sensitive on it.
She would lick her lips again and apply her red lip gloss in a swipe. She'd take her lips and close them together and kiss the tip of his cock. Then she'd gradually open her lips and suck in his dick slowly, devouring and licking every inch. Sliding her moist lips down his shaft until she reached the base, keeping the seal airtight around his cock. The gliding sensation would make him weak.
