"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."
"That isn't what I've heard."
"You can't be serious!"
"Oh, but I am. There are a couple of girls at school, sisters actually, who make no secret of what they do with each other and they swear their mother taught them everything they know about pleasing a woman. And a man."
"Wow! Do you really believe them? That blows my mind!"
"I believe them. They're too convincing not to."
The little light bulb went on in Nita's head. "Oh-ho! And you've had both of them, haven't you? Both at the same time. Have you ever had their mama? Or them and their mama, all at the same time?" Nita tried to sound jealous and angry. What she really sounded like was damned excited by the whole idea.
"I've always heard that you should never tell your boyfriend or girlfriend, depending on who you are, everything. I believe this is one of those times I'd better keep my mouth shut."
"Like hell you will! You started this. Now answer me!"
"No. You'll just have to think what you want."
"I could cut you off, you know."
"That would be using your pussy for blackmail," Billy said seriously. "That ruins a nice relationship."
"Yeah, it would, wouldn't it? We do have a nice relationship, don't we? What's going to happen when school starts? What are we going to do then?"
"You said you're going to State. Be like we are now? Why should anything change?"
"Do you mean we can live together? Keep everything the same as it is now?"
"Why not? Going to class every day won't be any different than going to work every day."
"Yes it will. You'll be around all those beautiful girls. They'll be after your nice cock." Nita tugged on his prick again, unconsciously trying to establish ownership, or at least a prior claim.
"And what about all the hunky guys who'll be chasing after you? You're not exactly a two-bagger, you know."
"A what? Is that an insult?"
"No way! It would be an insult if I said you are a two-bagger. A two-bagger is a girl who's so ugly you have to put a bag over her head and over yours, just in case the bag over her head comes off. I was paying you a compliment."
Nita wasn't dumb. She was perfectly capable of sound, logical thinking.
"No you weren't. The way you put it leaves it open that I'm a one-bagger. That sure as hell is no compliment!"
"Oh. Well, I didn't mean it that way. You're beautiful. I mean that. I'd be proud to be seen anywhere with you. Under any circumstances.''
"Even at an orgy?"
"At an orgy? Where in the world did you come up with that?"
"I've read and heard about what goes on at college. They have orgies at State, don't they?"
"Well, sure, but what makes you think I attend them?"
"Because you're a man and you've got a cock and you like to fuck." Nita said it all at once in a quick burst of breath.
"Are we going to start on that subject again?"
"I don't know what subject you're talking about, but I'm not trying to start anything." She teased his cock again. "Except maybe this. Anyway, maybe I'm just interested in finding out if you've been to an orgy so I can ask you to take me when we get there. Would that bother you?"
"No. Would it bother you?"
"After watching you fuck Mary? And helping you do it? No, it wouldn't. It might have if I had found out how I feel about you before we joined Mary for threesomes. It's a little late to back out now."
"And just how do you feel about me?"
Nita thought for a moment before answering. "I'm not really sure, but I think… no, I know that I have some very special feelings about you. For you."
"That's good enough for now," Billy said, leaning over to kiss her while working his finger up and down her slit.
"By the way," Nita said, as she pulled her mouth away from his, "Mary said she and Sam are having a party tomorrow night. She invited us. From the way she acted, I'm pretty sure it's going to be an orgy. Of sorts, at least. Would you like to go?"
"Sure. It might be fun."
"It probably will be fun!" Nita said with a laugh. "I can't imagine Mary putting on such a party that wouldn't be fun. There should be some strange pussy for you. Isn't that they way you men refer to a woman you haven't fucked?"
"And there should be some new cocks for you," he replied, turning his body toward her. "Now, you'd better do something about what you have in your hand. You're getting me hot and horny again."
"What we've been talking about is what's gotten you hot," Nita teased.
"That, too. But I'd have gotten that way just from what you're doing. Will you do something about it?"
"You didn't get enough earlier tonight? You sure acted tired when we finished and your cock was empty. That's been only about half an hour."
"So? I never get enough of you." He pushed Nita onto her back and climbed over her. "You're feeling it, too, aren't you, baby? You're getting just as excited as I am."
She could feel his heavy breath warmly caressing her face. His body lay on hers lightly, trapping her without oppressing her. The wanting burned deep in her body. She slowly parted her lips and lifted her chin. His open mouth covered hers in a long, gentle, yet intensely demanding kiss.
"Mmmmmm… "Nita murmured, letting herself go, getting into the mood of the moment. A certain breathless sweetness and warmth coursed throughout her entire being.
Billy began to twist and turn his lips skillfully against her, coaxing and teasing, subtly fueling the hot fire that ran through the underground river of her desire. His mouth held her attention while his hands began to search and explore, hunting out her erogenous zones. He'd learned them well during the past few days. His right hand traveled the shapely curve of her hip and made its way onto the succulent length of her thigh.
"Uuuuummmmmmm," she murmured against his mouth, aware of what he was doing, inviting it silently by shifting her body so he could touch her better. Her hips wiggled and squirmed against the bed.
The thoughts she'd been expressing earlier were getting hazier and hazier now, her ability to think obliterated by the unbearably delicious vibrations that plucked at her senses, coaxing her deeper and deeper under their spell.
She could feel the full length of his body pressing against hers. Could feel his pelvis working back and forth in an insistent, sensuous rhythm. His breath became heavier and more uneven against her mouth. His lips nibbled and played skillfully up and down her neck, sending chills of pleasure coursing down the length of her spine.
Then his lips held her imprisoned again and his hands were suddenly everywhere, tantalizing her beyond endurance, touching her breasts, her belly, her inner thighs, reawakening every erotic nerve she possessed.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Nita gasped, writhing under his hot touch.
Billy lifted her lips gently and straightened her out on the bed, then spread her thighs apart with his hands. Nita sighed deeply and relaxed, letting him open her wide, getting her ready for him.
He lowered his head, gazing hungrily at the succulent pink flower of her snatch. It was dripping with nectar and throbbing with desire. He drew in a deep breath, inhaling the spicy-sweet garden aroma of her sex juice. His mouth watered in anticipation of the taste that that fragrance promised to yield to him.
He buried his tongue gently between the swollen petals of her down-covered labia and breathed out against her, flooding her aching cunt with the tantalizing hotness of his breath.
"Ahhhhh… "Nita sighed, her back arching up off the bed in an instinctive spasm of reaction. Her eyelids fluttered and closed, her head fell back, her fingernails clawed at the sheet as a sudden deep wave of ecstasy washed over her.
His tongue began to move then, licking and stroking, lapping up the juice that dribbled out to meet him. The taste fired his senses, went to his head like alcohol, warmed his blood and set it to pounding harder than ever in his throbbing tool. He gasped and swallowed, gasped and swallowed, rasping his lapper at a steady pace along the full-fleshed slit.
"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.
"Sit on the edge of the bed," she said. "I can use both hands and my mouth then.''
Billy quickly complied, putting his feet on the floor on the outside of her body. He put his hands on her head to guide her. She shook him off, then leaned forward on her own. Her rosy mouth opened as her head moved over. The head of his prick slid slowly into the warm oral cavern.
"Oh, yeahhhhhhhhhh!" he breathed.
She began moving her head rhythmically back and forth, thrusting her mouth farther and farther down the shaft of his prick. One hand held his rod tightly around the base. Her other hand cupped and gently squeezed his balls.
"That's the way," he murmured, his eyes clouding with carnal pleasure as he gazed down at her. He put his hands on her cheeks so he could feel his cock slide between her hot lips. It gave him great pleasure to stick his dick into a mouth that had been virgin such a short time ago. A mouth that he had introduced to cocksucking.
He ran his fingers over her ears and into her hair, feeling the exquisite fluffy softness of her curls caressing his fingers. She methodically worked his cock in and out of her heavenly mouth. He knew that it would take him a while to blow his rocks this time. The fuck they'd shared earlier had taken the edge off his need, thereby slowing his response time. He didn't mind and knew that Nita didn't, either. She'd suck him until he came. It was simple as that. She was that kind of woman.
"Uhhhhh," he grunted, suddenly realizing that he wasn't going to take a long time to shoot after all. The rapid improvement in her cocksucking technique as almost unbelievable. He was already coming up. Fast. His hips picked up the rhythm of her head movements. The jabs of his hips became shorter, sharper, faster, as the urgency of his need increased rapidly. He stared down at the top of her head, bobbing rhythmically up and down as she tried to swallow all of his pecker.
"Oh, God, baby!" he panted. "Suck it! Gonna blow soon!"
Nita sucked for all she was worth, struggling to take every inch of his shaft inside her mouth. The head probed at the back of her throat, threatening to choke her. She had never taken this much of it before. With each forward thrust of her head, she could feel the long hairs of his pubes tickling the end of her nose.
Billy concentrated solely on the searing, burning sensations that wracked the length of his shaft and branded his brain. Nita worked steadily at her effort of coaxing the seed from him, pulling it along the length of his tool.
"Now, baby!" he bellowed. "I'm coming…!"
The hot cream burst from the tip of his rod. Streams of the scalding jism poured down her sweet throat, filling her gullet rapidly. She gobbled and swallowed, her head still moving up and down, her hand working up and down the shaft of his prick, the combination pulling every drop of his cream out of him. The hot fluid ran down her throat into her belly.
Billy's hands were clasped tightly over Nita's ears, but he didn't try to stop her head from moving. He held on and bellowed as the last dregs were drained from his frantically jerking prick. His features were contorted with a violence, an animal passion. His come burned its way down her throat.
At last his panting and gasping ceased. He released her head as she released her vise-like grip from around his cock shaft. She raised her eyes to meet his and smiled.
"There, did that please you?" she asked coyly.
"And how!" He smoothed her hair across the top of her head, then put one hand under her chin and lifted it. "I told you, you're getting better all the time. I think I should begin to worry about losing you. If another man finds out how good you are at sucking cock, he'll kidnap you for sure."
"I'd run away and come back to you," Nita said, raising up far enough to kiss him lightly on the lips.
"Do you really mean that? I don't have to worry that I'll lose you to a guy with a bigger cock or a longer tongue or more money?"
"Those things are nice to sample and play with, but there's more to a relationship than fucking, you know."
"You sound wise beyond your tender years. Come up here with me and let's snuggle." He put his hands under her arms and lifted her.
They stretched out on the bed, face-to-face, their nude bodies pressed tightly together, his arms around her. Nita found his prick and grasped it tightly in her hand, pressed her lips to his, and gave him a deep, longing kiss. ''I like you," she whispered. "I like to fuck you, but I also like you, just for yourself. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"
"Yes, darling, I do. I like you, too. You're a very special person."
She rested her head in the crook of his neck, and relaxed. Her hand still gripped his cock. It would awaken her later when it started to get hard again. That would be her signal that it was time to wake up and have some more fun.