Sherry Byrd - Maid for action

"Ah, ah, aaaaauuuuuuggggggggg!" Nita exclaimed, lost completely in the wonderful feeling that was taking place between her legs. She had never imagined that having her pussy eaten would feel like this; this thrilling; this good!

Her belly rose and fell rapidly with little gasping breaths and her hips began to pick up the rhythm instinctively, answering the motions of his skillful licking. Her legs stretched and strained, the muscles contracting and releasing in the tension of desire, her thighs opening wider and wider for him, yielding to him. She could hear the soft slurping sounds of his tongue making wet, rhythmic contact with her juice-drenched cunt.

"Oh, baby," Billy muttered gutturally. "I love your pussy, love to drink your juice, suck your sweet snatch!"

"Then get it, lover! Suck it up! I love your mouth!" Nita croaked, her voice strained by passion.

She felt the puffy flesh of her labia throbbing and pulsating madly. Her arousal grew and grew. Prickling sensations flew like lightning over her entire body, a thousand or more invisible fingers caressing every inch of her naked flesh. Her tits jiggled and bounced as she twisted and writhed under his relentless mouth. She could feel her nipples puckering tightly of their own accord, stimulated by the thrilling waves and vibrations that rose from her cunt and rippled over her.

Then his tongue slithered upwards and centered itself on the sensitive bud of her clitoris. He used just the tip of his tongue at first, flicking softly and rapidly, teasing her unmercifully.

"Yes, baby! That's it! My God, that's it!"

When his tongue-touched her clit, she felt as if he had reached deep into her and caressed the very core of her being. A door flew open inside her. Her whole body expanded and wrapped itself around his lapper, which was the only part of him that existed at that moment. She pulled and pinched her nipples in her sexual delirium, unable to keep her hands still.

"Oh, Billy! You're wonderful, Billy! Simply wonderful! God, I love having my pussy eaten! Get it, Billy! GET ME OFF."

He kept working at her clit, knowing full well what she was feeling, knowing that he was pleasing her to the ultimate, and that he was thereby making her his prisoner, in an inexplicable way. That was exactly where he wanted her-under his mouth and out of her mind with ecstasy. He believe that if he kept her, or any woman for that matter, totally satisfied, he would always be able to get between her legs whenever he wanted to. So far, that philosophy had not failed him.

He kept his tongue flicking up and down in a rapid tattoo on her love bud, coaxing it to rise up and beg for more. Her hips were beginning to swivel slightly against his face as her body started to respond completely to the sexual arousal. He slipped his hands under her, grasped her ass, and lifted her up against his face so he could drink more easily from her sexy chalice.

He felt her trembling and quivering grow more violent as her arousal grew, felt her legs stretch and widen, then close in to clutch him, imprisoning his head between the velvet walls of her thighs. Her clit began to jerk and dance for him, responding to each flick of his tongue with a spasm of pleasure.

Her shapely, rounded ass cheeks contracted in his hands as she forced her hips steadily upwards, forced her dripping snatch tighter to his face. He began to increase the friction and the pressure of his tongue. "It's here, lover!" Nita groaned. "Oh, God, it's here! I'm going to come now!"

Billy smiled inwardly and applied his tongue with more force to her hard, jerking love bud. He knew she was so close, mere seconds away from a hard climax. He pushed his face into the maw of her cunt with unbridled lust, his tongue and lips making obscene gobblings and smacking sounds as he urged her towards the finish line. He pressed on her clit as hard as he could, then eased off a little for the maximum effect.

Nita shoved her hips upward to meet him in total abandon. Suddenly her entire body was shaken with a violent tremor. Her clit grew mightily under his tongue.

"Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrggggggggg!" she screamed, feeling as if she was being torn limb from limb by the explosion that ripped through her flesh. In the past few days, her orgasms had become the most exhilarating, the most exquisite, the most unbelievable events she could imagine. She bucked and strained, letting it take her, letting it command her, abandoning herself completely.

At last she collapsed, gasping, momentarily uncertain whether she was still conscious. Perhaps it had been a dream-a wonderful, delicious dream from which she would wake to find her finger in her pussy instead of Billy's tongue. But she didn't wake up. She opened and closed her eyes several times in rapid movements. The room gradually swam back into focus. And there she was, lying on the bed on her back, her legs spread wide, wide open, with Billy on his stomach between them, licking his lips and grinning. Just as if he'd finished a fine, multi-course banquet rather than the feast he'd made of her pussy.

She pulled on his head, urging him to move up beside her. He did so as she turned onto her side so their naked bodies pressed together. He wrapped his arms around her, cradling her warmly.

"Oh, Billy, that was absolutely wonderful!" she whispered heatedly. "It seems to get better every time you do it."

"I do the same thing each time, baby. You're just learning to relax and enjoy it more."

"Whatever it is, I like it. I'd always thought sex was dirty, something that should be done in the dark. And then done quickly. Boy, was I ever wrong! It's absolutely the utmost! If there's anything in the world that feels any better, I hope I never find out about it. I couldn't stand it. I almost came apart now."

"Like masturbation, huh?"

"What?"

"Masturbating is coming unscrewed. There's a similarity. You certainly come hard." He stroked her hair soothingly. He ran his hand down, letting it travel languidly over the velvety dips and hills of her sumptuous young figure.

"Does it bother you that I scream and carry on so when I come?"

"Lord, no! Some women don't say anything when they come. They just wiggle a little bit, then go limp. Others sort of squeal, but not very loud. Now you, you really get into it. Your body jumps and jerks and wiggles and you let everyone in earshot know how it feels when you come. I like that. Remember, I'm the one who's making you come. So it's an ego boost for me when you come that hard."

"Never thought of it that way. The same goes for me when I make you come, doesn't it? Whether you fuck me or I suck you off, if you come real hard, it's because I've done well."

"That's right, baby. And in case I haven't told you lately, you're one fine piece of ass. And I love the way you're getting better and better at sucking my cock." His kneading strokes had become stronger, more forceful, bringing her subtly and skillfully back into a state of semi-arousal.

"Mmmmmmm," Nita hummed, her own hand slipping quickly down between their bodies. It closed over his prick, which was beginning to twitch and swell slightly. "What's this? It feels like a big lollipop. Ever since I was a teeny, tiny little girl, I've had this thing for big sticks of candy and lollipops." She rolled back from him and looked down. "No stripes on it, so it must be a lollipop." She then twisted over and ran her tongue across the very tip of his prick. "Tastes like a lollipop, too. A sex lollipop."

Moving quickly, she got up on her knees, pushed him flat on his back, and gazed at his prick in fascination. She lifted it between both hands and gently massaged the shaft, pulling the skin back and forth, baring the head, then concealing it again.

"Do it, baby," Billy whispered hoarsely. "Take it in your mouth. Suck me off."

Nita got between his legs, still on her knees, then decided that wasn't going to work the way she wanted. She slid off the bed and knelt by it, pulling at his leg to turn him around.