Eat her out

I dropped to my knees in front of Carmencita and pulled her forward by her butt. The lower skirts of her greatcoat were held wide open by some sort of lace arrangement, and her black trousers underneath had the characteristic V shaped crotch opening, so as I pulled I merely had to aim true with my face; she took one step my way to keep on her feet, and I met her muff up close for the first time.

Carmen’s last spewing of hatred, which I do not recall, crashed and burned. She stared hard at me. I stared back, face pressed against her mons pubis. It was immensely hairy down there. As I waited for her move I wondered if she had ever trimmed herself. I still couldn’t tell what she was thinking, her makeup betraying only the aftermath of her raging fury. I almost started when she pulled her legs apart and pushed me lower down with both hands.

I was opening my mouth on her pussy, already parting her vulva with my lips, when I was reminded of my reflections earlier in the day. I had made rather disturbing observations as to the mental state Carmen’s kiss had put me in during our initial encounter. It had triggered a high unlike any other, a floating sensation where nothing mattered except the pleasure promised. If it had not occurred to me then, it occurred to me now, perhaps there was some psychedelic agent in Carmen’s body she had transmitted to me, through the oral exchange of bodily fluids? Perhaps she and everybody else were under its spell constantly. It would explain their altered behaviour. And here was I, after resolving to somehow find an end to it, about to engage in an act where inevitably I would absorb some substance from my partner, maybe even more than from her mouth.

I could not change my mind. Any course correction would be taken as an insult, or at least be sufficiently deviant that all chances of keeping a low profile would be dashed. Carmencita was bound to turn to a close friend to speak of her disappointment, and the information would eventually reach someone with the power to overtly act against me – there had to be such a person somewhere, or else as the only person sane around, I was now a god. I couldn’t take such a risk.

There was no backing out. I opted to rely on **** of will, to rationally fight the **** with my hate of the enslavement I thought it promised, and trust in my good fortune. I took a taste of Carmen’s cunt.

I made it a good long taste, slowly sliding up the entire length of her furry slit and digging a little when I reached the top, gently nudging her clit beneath its hood. I repeated this several times, going up and down, probing a little at the bottom, digging upwards at the top. I began to probe deeper, sliding my tongue further and further into her pussy, and pushing on her clit harder and harder, until my tongue got as far inside as it could reach, and could root no further beneath the clitoral hood. From there I could feel Carmen’s own natural lubricant joining my spit, and started giving her the harder tongue. She moaned when I started flicking and swiping her, bending at the knees, grinding against my face, smothering me.

I don’t recall how long I went at it, but it felt like a good solid session. I played every trick I could think of: lapping up the pink wetness between her inner labia, sucking on her clit while I fingered her, pressing up, down, and sideways and stretching her walls from within. I teased her as she neared climax, pulling away from her cunt and simply dancing around it, pecking, licking the surrounding skin as much as her trouser opening allowed, kissing her inner thighs, tickling her brown jungle, and even tentatively wetting her asshole when her rocking hips brought it within reach of my tongue. Finally I closed my suction cup on her for one long toothless love bite. I practically breathed her flesh, pulling on her, drawing her over the finish line. Her breaths came in short bursts, each partially vocalised at a higher and higher pitch. Gripping my head, she went a little weak at the knees as orgasm washed over her, and her weight began to sink on my face. A split second I wondered if she would snap my neck that way. Not a bad way to go, really considering all the other ways she might voluntarily kill me. Thankfully it didn’t come to that.

What came about next is blurred in my memory. I remember the broad strokes, but not much of the details, like trying to recall what one had for lunch the day before. After licking Carmencita’s pussy, she took my cock inside her. She made me cum inside her. She made me cum on her chest. She told me not to worry about skipping class, as a friend had promised to give us her notes afterwards. In any case, it was the best day of my life, although I can’t for the life of me conceive of why I felt the need to write it all down...