Sherry Byrd - Maid for action

Nita lifted her mouth from Billy's stiff prick. "Yes! I'm going to get his load! I want to taste it! Want to swallow it!"

"Well, dear, there it is! Yummy for the tummy!" Mary wrapped her fist around Billy's cock shaft and shook the instrument gently, chuckling at Nita's eagerness.

Nita held his prick steady with one hand and lowered her mouth again, once more taking the head between her lips beginning to suck it. She drew it slowly into the wet, glorious sexiness of her face. She tightened her lips behind the head and began working her head up and down, her hand moving steadily up and down the length of his shaft.

Suddenly Billy wanted to come. Had to come! What Nita lacked in expertise, she made up for in vigor and enthusiasm. His hips began vibrating. His cock swelled to its maximum size. The blood raced hotly through his veins, keeping his prick so hard he was afraid it would burst before he could get rid of his load.

Then his body went stiff, his hips in the air, his cock thrust up for Nita to gobble. With a deep moan of passion, he sent a thick stream of boiling jizz spurting to the back of her mouth.

Nita's body shook. She choked on the rich jets bubbling creamily down her throat. Her cheeks ballooned as she tried to contain the load he had given her. Some of it seeped out between her lips and ran down the shaft of his prick, but most of it went down her gullet. For the first time, she was doing a marvelous job of cocksucking.

Nita lifted her head, looked at Mary, and grinned. "Did I do it right?"

"He came, didn't he?"

"Yeah, but… "

"I know what you're trying say, dear. Ask him. From what I saw, you did just fine. Especially for the first time. You appeared to suck cock as well as you eat pussy. You're really becoming very versatile."

"Billy," Nita asked timidly, "did I do it right? Did you like the way I did it?"

"It was super, baby! Absolutely wonderful! You'll get to where you can relax more when you do it more, but you can't get much better in the way you do it."

"Thank you. I'm glad you liked it. I want very much to please you."

Mary gave Nita a sharp look and raised her eyebrows.

Nita's response was a shrug and downcast eyes.

"Well," Mary said gaily, trying to cover up the slight gaffe before Billy caught on to how Nita felt about him. It was up to Nita to tell him clearly when she was ready to do so. "Who wants to do what? Billy's out of the running so far as fucking is concerned. How long does it take for you to recover, by the way?"

"Not very damned long when there are two lovely mouths and pussies waiting for me. Especially if one or both of them pays some attention to Old John Henry with their tongues."

Nita looked at Mary and grinned mischievously. "Let's make him wait while we play with each other. Didn't you tell me that men like to watch two women make it with each other?"

"That I did, darling, that I did." Mary took Nita into her arms and began kissing her.

Billy settled back to watch, content for the moment to let them have their fun. He needed a short rest to stay at his maximum efficiency.

"Boy, when I took this job, I never expected this to happen," Nita said languidly, one of her hands idly playing with Billy's cock. "I thought it was going to be a very dull and boring wait until I left for college. I'm getting a lot of education before I even get to college!"

"Well, there's been some 'boring' going on, but not the kind you thought." Billy tickled Nita's clit playfully, then let his fingertip rest lightly on top of the bud

They were lying in his bed, resting after a rousing fuck. It was the first time in several days they had been alone when they fucked. Mary had seemed to become a permanent part of their sex lives lately.

"This is the kind of 'boring' I can take a lot of," she replied. She peeled the foreskin of his prick back and looked at the bulb on the end of his stalk. "You've got a nice cock. I like having it in me. I also like being alone with you."

"I thought you liked Mary."

"I do, but there are times when I feel jealous as hell and want you all to myself. I suppose we could be alone after we've satisfied her at night, but by then we're usually too tired to get it on any more."

"Don't you like the way she makes you come? The way you two go at each other makes me think you really like to eat pussy. Both of you."

"I do. So does Mary. She makes me come real hard, but coming with you, on your cock, is different somehow. I can't say it's really better, but I don't want to give it up. When I come with Mary, there still seems to be some little tiny thing still missing. Some little tiny thing that keeps it from being complete. Am I making any sense to you?"

"Oh, yes! I think it's sort of like jacking off. It's good, but not as good as getting it on with someone else."

"Well," Nita sighed, "Sam's going to be home for a couple of weeks this time. We'll have lots of time to ourselves. How do you feel about that? Has being with two women all the time gotten into your blood so badly you can't be satisfied with just me?" Nita pulled playfully on his cock, silently telling him that he'd better answer correctly.

"No." He pressed his finger into her slit and rubbed it up and down. "Not for a few days, anyway."

"Oh, you!" Nita said, punching him on the shoulder. Then she grabbed just his balls and tugged on them. "I should pull these things right out by the roots and see how you like that!"

"You'd be spiting yourself, too."

"Yeah, that's the trouble. If I take revenge on you for liking to fuck Mary so much, I do myself harm in the process. It just ain't fair, dammit!"

"Who said anything about life being fair?" Billy responded sagely.

"I've tried to imagine what it would be like to have a cock," Nita said slowly. "To have a nice-sized woman-pleaser that would get so hard and firm whenever I wanted it to. One that would stand up and pulse and quiver with eagerness to get inside a hot pussy. No matter how hard I try, though, something is always just out of reach. My mind won't, can't I guess is more correct, grasp what it would be like." She squeezed his prick slightly, then moved her hand up and down the shaft. "I like holding your cock. Like the way it feels in my hand."

"I like for you to hold it," he replied, watching her hand go up and down his shaft. "You really turn me on."

"Do I really? I'm glad. It makes me feel, well, sort of special to know that. Unless all women turn you on."

"No, not all women. I won't deny that others do, but not the same way you do."

"You've developed a nice line of bullshit since you've been in college," she said matter-of-factly.

"It isn't a line, Nita. Believe me."

"Why should I? Because you've been celibate all during college? Hell, you were probably banging everything with a slit between its legs way back in high school. You can't remember when you weren't fucking somebody."

"Come on, Nita! Be reasonable! You know I haven't been doing without. What difference does that make? Isn't it possible that I've finally met someone who is very special to me?"

"I guess it is, Billy. I'm just having trouble believing it. Or that's it's me. I've never been special to anyone."

"Well, you are now. When you stop and think about it, you're special to Mary, too. I can tell. She looks at you that way. And treats you that way, too."

"I wonder if I could have had a mother/daughter relationship with her. She's old enough to be my mother."

"Mine, too," Billy replied. "But why do you say 'could have' when you think about that kind of relationship? What's to prevent it?"

"Billy! Think what you're saying! We've… the things we've done together, to each other, are certainly not things mothers and daughters do."