“Oh yes, yes, you know how to eat pussy already,” Marsha gasped and humped her hips into my sucking mouth.
I pulled away abruptly, teasingly. Then I felt Marsha’s hands reach for my head and I heard her squeal, “No!” With a smile, I let her pull my face back to her sodden sex lips. I began to suck and kiss her lips like I was kissing her mouth. I worked my tongue in and out and then sucked her lips. I began to concentrate on licking her sweet clit as I eased 2 fingers into her. This sent her over the edge as I gently wiggled my fingers up and down and felt her pussy muscles begin to spasm and squeeze my probing fingers. Soon I felt Marsha’s thighs tighten on my head.
“Oh God Susan!!” she screamed and began to climax. The sound of her voice echoed off the walls of the hotel room.
I held on to Marsha and kept sucking. I accumulated the juice from her throbbing pussy and held it in my mouth until it threatened to overflow. Then I drank it down, sucking for more.
After a long while, Marsha came down from her climax, and leaning up tried to push my head from between her legs. However, she felt me resisting and I heard her moan in protest. She stopped trying to push me away and lay back again, spreading her legs even wider. A moan of satisfaction escaped her lips as she allowed me free access to her sex, and it only took a few minutes before she felt her excitement building again.
I was now lost in a sea of sensual delight. I never knew how exciting it could be to please another woman with my mouth. It was so unlike oral sex with Steve.
“Oh Susan,” Marsha gasped when she felt me using my fingers to again open her sex lips. Then she felt me teasing and tonguing her clit. “Oh God, oh God!” she gasped.
I sucked her clit into my mouth.
“Ahhhhhhheeeeee!!” Marsha screamed and went over the top again.
Later when Marsha left my room, there was a smile on my face. I was happy that I had pleased Marsha, but I was also surprised at how much I liked it. I ate my beautiful black lover to three strong climaxes and would have continued had she not pushed me away. I could still taste Marsha’s sweet juices on my lips… and she left me her panties as a souvenir, one which both my husband and I would use to masturbate with when I got home.
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