Going down

“So, is it more common for a guy to go down on a girl than the other way around?” I asked.

“I suppose it is, yeah.”

“When would he do that?” I asked, turning so my eyes were gazing into her’s from inches away.

She blushed and looked down at the fries. I put my hand on her bare knee. She was wearing a skirt that ended above the knee and I was happy to see that girls in this universe shaved their legs. No reason why they shouldn’t; after all, men shaved their faces and occasionally other body parts in the universe I came from.

“Uh, like, when he wants to reward her . . . or just watch her cum. Oh, Goddess.”

As she talked I rubbed her leg up to her panties and back down again. My hand went back up again and this time her panties came down with it. I kneeled on the floor of the car. I hadn’t quite had this in mind when we slid the front seats forward as far as they would go earlier, but now I was glad we did.

She was blushing like mad as my face neared her crotch. The look of hunger on my face wasn’t faked. I wish I could hear what she was thinking. Maybe it was, he wants it bad! And it’s my cunt he wants!

“This pussy is fucking beautiful,” I said as kissed her labia.

She moaned. My experience with the doctor suggested that girls in this world didn’t need much foreplay, and that seemed to ring true once again.

I licked up and down her pussy lips, wondering how long she had been wet for. She made little noises but said nothing.

As I took my mouth off her cunt to speak, I continued gently administering pleasure using my fingers like how I had seen girls in porn switch between sucking and stroking. “Come on, Tiff, let me know if I’m doing a good job.”

“So good . . . so, so good.”

“You’re gonna teach me everything that pleases you, Tiff. I’m gonna be a **** to your cunt.”

“Oh, my fucking Goddess, John,” she moaned, bucking against my hand.

I went back down on her. As I ate her, I occasionally emitted moans as I was the one getting off. Another trick I had learned from pornstars giving blowjobs.

This whole while I had been searching her beautiful flower for her clit, and I had finally found it.

“Whoa, whoa! Too rough . . . gentle, gentle. There you go . . .” Tiffany said.

Without warning, she grabbed my head and ground her cunt against my face. I continued licking the best I could, but my everything was a mess of wet folds. Her thighs had never seemed so full and sexy as they squeezed my head. She cried out and an impressive jet of fluid skyrocketed out of her and into my mouth.

I looked up at her. My face was slick with her fluid, but I could tell by the look in her eyes that she had never seen anything as sexy as me. As my last trick, I opened my mouth to reveal her cum before swallowing it down.

“Holy, shit, John,” she said. “Where did you learn to be such a freak?”

“Watching porn, honestly,” I said. “Hope you don’t mind, but I still need to get off.”

“Do you want me to go down on you?”

“Naw, oral sex twice in a row would be boring, regardless of who’s giving it. Do you have any condoms at home?”

Her eyes widened. “You want to go all the way?”

“Of course. Drive us back.”

As she drove, I placed my hand on her thigh and slowly moved it up beneath her skirt. A few blocks from the house found me rubbing her lower belly, inner thighs, and the outside of her pussy. She was panting with desire. So much so that for a moment I thought she was going to crash and kill us. Then we were stumbling out of the car. I had barely enough wherewithal to confirm that Auntie’s car was gone, then we were tearing each other’s clothes off.

Tiffany rolled a condom onto me with shaking fingers and pushed me onto the bed. This time I was happy to let her do all the work. Her lips mashed against mine, making up for all the time we might have spent kissing in the backseat of her car.

She straddled my lap and ground her hips against me as I laid on my back, still kissing all the while, like both of mouths were hungry for my body. She hurriedly began slipping my cock inside her but stopped in her tracks, a concerned look on her face.

“Should I do more foreplay to get you ready?” she asked.

I laughed. “Tiff, you’d better get that sausage in you before it gets cold.”

She answered my strange and spontaneous turn of phrase by completing the sheathing.

I felt like I had won the lottery. Tiffany Brian was bouncing on my cock and enjoying it as much as porn starlets only appeared to do, except Tiffany’s verbalizing was more visceral and as messy and inconsistent as a Jackson Pollack painting, which lent it all the more credence. Her breasts danced the several times she shuddered with pleasure.

The girl I’d crushed on for years was finally mine, and best of all she was a version of her that loved sex as much as I did. Maybe if I was enough of a “freak” for her she would have one more reason to not throw me under the bus at the end of the three months.

But good sex wouldn’t be enough of an incentive. If that were all, she would convince herself that she was selfishly using her cousin for sex. I needed to convince her in other ways, and I would start by never letting her go.

This ran through my head as I lay next to her afterward. We two were covered in sweat and cum and gloriously nude on top of the blankets. If Auntie walked in right then I couldn’t have cared.