The delicate contours of her slit, the sweet aroma that permeated from it and into my olfactory lobes, the moist meaty puffiness arousal called out for me to taste, lick, and spread it open with my tongue in only the manner it wanted. She laid there on the bed, legs spread wide, enough for me to see all its glory. A small strip leading either up or down to it, depending on how one looked at it. I looked at it in a manner of fulfilling a long desired sexual appetite. I had waited for it for so long. Waited for her to give me the okay. The day had finally arrived and with her long tanned slender legs spread and bent up at the knees, her lips that only spoke slurpy wet syllables, parted and said, “Taste it now, it’s ready for the sensual touch from your lips!”

Granting her wish, I went down on her, running my tongue along the contour of her glistening slit, supping gently on her puffy labia lips beginning to engorge more with sexual fury. She moaned in sweet ecstasy, tilted her back, letting the pillow cradle it even more as a slight whimper escaped her luscious lips. From the bottom of her cavity, I followed the outline, running my tongue up until I reached her meaty mound where the thin strip of pubes pointed north and south. Running my hands up and down her sides, feeling the curves surrounded by the soft down of the sheet, I ran my tongue over that thin strip, tasting the morsels of love each strand had to give. Again, a slight moan and whimper escaped her, enveloped by the sound of hot syllables that were left unsaid.

Peeking up over that puffy mound, her breasts formed almost perfect cones and her nipples began to change from a soft pink to a deep crimson as they rose in perfect unison. Like tiny fishing floats bobbing in and out of the water, her nipples formed perfect peaks, rising above a sea of soft down sheets from the most sensual natural body God created. Taut and tweakable and secretly sensitive, they pointed skyward in the most beautiful of fashions.

As I ran my tongue down through that narrow ribbon again, she ran her fingertips over her stomach, touching sensually the places that gave her slivering shivers of delight and up under her breasts until they took her hard rigid nipples and pinched. With a slight jerk of her body from the feeling she gave herself, I supped just above where the moist lips started to part and on the underside of my tongue, I felt the knob that gave her glorious goodness draw out from behind the hood it hid behind because of the gentle touches she gave her erect nipples. Aroused, every part of her that could erect itself was doing so in the manner God had intended.

I ran my tongue again, down through that narrow trimming, and supped just above where her labia lips began to part. On the underside of my tongue, I felt it and I glanced down. There it was, that tiny pink bulge, showing itself, sparkling from wondrous wetness like a beacon shining bright. Without hesitation, the tip of my tongue found it, warm and wet, and licked it, tasting its sweet flavor just for a second. The touch of my tongue upon her damp slick clit sent needling tingles up her body as I felt her turn rigid under the touch. She arched her body deeper into the bed and from her lips came a “mmmmmm” as I touched the tip of my tongue again to her erect clit. Tickling it ever so gently, I sent her into a series of spangling spasms that had her reaching down to my head with her hands. Grabbing two fistfuls of my hair, she pulled my mouth closer to her sexual orifice and said through heavy breaths, “Harder, lick harder! I want to feel your taste buds scrape against my clit. I want to know you like the taste of me!”

So, I licked harder and more intense as her hands pushed my mouth into her wet cavity. My taste buds grazing over her hot sensitive clit, made it almost pulse against my tongue. Deeper, the moans of yearning lust formed inside her and little by little, from the depths of where they were formed, she let them out in stages. First it was little whimpers that seeped out of her pouty lips. But the more she pushed my lips into her pleasurable puffy pussy, making me lick her clit even harder, the more the whimpers turned to yells of joy. Each one more intense than the previous ones and on the last one, she closed her legs where he thighs gripped the sides of my head, shrieked a high pitched sound, and as she buried her body deeper into the bed, she climaxed, letting the ooze of her first orgasm flow out and I gracefully caught all of it with my mouth. Covering her now lusciously lubricated labia lips with my mouth, I sucked in, drank, almost drowning in the sweet nectar she provided me as sexual nourishment.

I sucked in all that she delivered and when the last drop fell from her canal, she collapsed deeper into the bed, hot, and with perspiration dripping from her pores. Her clit was still out, now a much deeper red than the soft pink it was before. I wanted to lick it again, but opted not too since she was coming down from a high. Instead, I crawled up between her legs, gently touching her soft hot skin with my tongue, tasting the sizzling sweet flavor of sex on her body. In places, I swirled my fingertips around, on her sides, circling her belly button with my tongue, moving up her torso kissing gently as I went. Her nipples were still firm and erect and I cupped her left breast in my right hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Oh!” was all she could muster and with my tongue, I licked under her right one then my lips found its erectness. Placing my mouth over it, I gave it a soft swift lick and then nibbled on it as I felt the other with my hand. I glimpsed up at her, her index finger now in the corner of her mouth, and her head back into the pillow once again. I continued the assault on both her firm breasts, gently though, and she shrilled from her tender lips, “Take me. Love me. Fuck me now!”

Hard as ever, my cock had been ready for her awaiting slit since I had tasted it, getting drunk off of her luscious liquor. I crawled up a little more to her, straddled my arms around her body as she lay there, and before I entered her, let the underside of my throbbing hardness ride against her stiff clit, using the leftover lubrication she provided as a tool. Moaning deeply from the feeling, she sunk down into the bed and spread her legs once again, getting ready for my entrance into her orifice opening.

I let my throbbing stiffness travel on her clit one last time and when I moved it back down, I pushed gently into her. “Uuuuummmmffff,” she groaned as I plunged into her pliable slick vaginal lips. So hot, moist, and rubbery, the walls of her cavity encased me, pulling me deep into her passage, encompassing my every being. I waited there for a minute, letting the pink insides of her feel me, grope me, make me want to pull out and push back into her again. Once I knew she was ready, I pulled out, and thrust into her again, hard, until I felt myself sink all the way into her. Not only did I feel the rigid redness of her inner recess, but I also could feel the ridges of my cock as she gripped it tight. Slowly, I thrust, feeling her clench me more each time, until she begged for it faster. I began to pound into her like a jackhammer on concrete. Faster and faster, my thrusts become more rhythmic, almost to the point of being violent.

She moaned deeper, harder, faster, each time I plummeted into her. Releasing more moisture, making her hole of love soppingly soft, I slid easily in and out of her with each, but I could still feel the clitical clutch she held on me as I drove deep into her. Suddenly, she began to match my movements. I’d pull and she’d push, forcing me back into her without even thrusting. It was the most joyous feeling. As she pushed herself back on my erectness, she let out soft muffled moans that she tried to hide, but couldn’t. I knew she was trying to stop the onset of another orgasm, but I could feel her insides become more engorged, as she wrapped her elastic saturated supple walls around me. They were becoming more rigid, but also more giving, letting me pound deeper into her chasm, where I hit that magical spot. I felt it give, that magical spot, and each time she made me hit it, her body jolted and released even more fluid that oozed out a little as I pulled out. Seeping on the sheet she laid on, I watched it puddle under her. That left more to my imagination and upon seeing that, I was more aroused.

I felt myself get harder insid her each time our movements matched each other. She was breathing heavier, her fiery fury building more and more each time, and I was getting to the point my balls were beginning to tighten and lift. I could tell it was not going to be long before both of us had orgasms.

“Uh, uuhh, uuuhhh, oh God, that feels so good! That’s it. There. More, more, more, I want to cum all over your dick!” She spoke, and her words hit more at home than I thought they would. For us both actually.

I slowed my movements into her just a tad, slow enough to tickle that magic spot deep inside her channel. I immersed my cock with her heavenly fluid one last time and as I did, she stiffened, squealed and arched her body into the bed then bucked one last time, grasping me so tight. She came all over my hardness stuck deep in her conducive cockpit. Hot and wet, like a spigot she turned on full blast, I felt the explosion exhaust all energy upon me. She sighed heavily, released her labial grip she had on me and collapsed her body into the bed once again. It was at that point I was ready.

“Oh baby, I am going to cum. I can feel it. It’s tingling and I am about to erupt!”

Lifting her head to look up at me, she said, “Pull out and cum on me then. Let me see how much I made you enjoy it. Let me feel that hot fluid spurt all over my face, my breasts, my nipples!”

“Oh God,” I moaned, hard, and pulled out of her, kneeled between her legs, and grabbed my throbbing cock, all covered in her slick slime. I felt the ridges of it in my hand as I pumped it once, twice, three times and then, with a great big sigh and “Uuuuuummmmmmmffffffff” the first volley of pure white whistled out, and landed on her lips, the next on her chin. I kept pumping with my hand, the tip of my cock crimson, and let the last remaining spurts land on her breasts. Shaking the excess off the tip, it fell on one of her nipples and pooled there, like it belonged there. My cock, already going limp from being inside a wet wringer, convulsed with feelings from being possessed by the perfect pussy.

I climbed up beside her and collapsed there. I watched as she took all that I gave her, with her finger, took it to her lips and sucked. Like I had sucked in all her juice earlier, she sucked in mine. It was the most perfect feeding frenzy anyone could ask for.