Claryssa was moaning now, and Derrick's hair was near to being torn out. But he was damned if that would deter him. He slipped his tongue to the bottom of her clit and licked it with more conviction. He inserted his finger all the way into her and then added a second. Claryssa's rhythmic undulations encouraged him...propelled him forward. She was ready...
As his fingers pumped in and out of her, he added a third finger. She gasped...and sighed. Fingers probing and pleasing her, his mouth now took her clit captive. He held it between his lips and let his tongue push and flick at it. He sucked gently but firmly, letting her reactions tell him to go forward or back off. All systems were go, so he sucked harder on her clit. His fingers slid deep inside her and moved freely about in her canal. He almost lifted her off the ground with the pumping of his hand inside her...and his tongue now suckled her clit like a pup suckling it's mother's teat. And it was all systems go for liftoff.
With several forceful bucks and a moan of pure ecstasy, Claryssa finally achieved orgasm. Derrick continued to lick, suck and pump throughout, and she heaved and bucked for several minutes. She had a death grip on his hair, and pulled his face into her crotch even as she pushed her crotch savagely into his face. His face was her prisoner, and she bucked against it with animalistic passion and lust. Derrick's hands had lost their grip on her lips and inside her, and were now holding onto her clenching cheeks for dear life. Claryssa's thigh muscles tightened on Derrick's head and held him firmly in place. He had no choice but to ride it out, and pray she didn't snap his neck. From all indications, it was one helluvan orgasm!
When her bucking stopped, and her screams subsided, Claryssa was able to some- what relax. Her hips and thighs, which had been well off the ground with Derrick's head between them, slowly relaxed and lowered themselves back to the soft folds of the spread out dress. Derrick's head went with them, unable to release itself until her thighs had relaxed a bit more. When he was able to exit his head from between Claryssa's thighs, Derrick, beside himself with glee, looked up at her to see her lying there holding her head, with her hands covering her eyes. A soft touch on her thighs proved them to still be vibrating, though slowly returning to normal. He watched her happily, patiently waiting for her pulse and breathing to also return to normal. She could only lie there, exhausted, with her hands over her face. Then, she spoke...
