Eating Vicky

I move toward the bed; I can already smell the spicy musk of Vicky’s nectar. “Not yet,” she moans. “Take . . . a picture . . . first. So hot . . .”

Who am I to argue?

I get up between Vicky’s legs. She pulls her finger out of her cunt and offers it to me. I suck on it greedily, enjoying the flavor. She moans, “Oooooh, this is going to be good . . . I love a girl who loves the taste of pussy.”

“One of my favorite things,” I assure her. “Especially a sweet little pussy like yours.” I dive in, lapping at her wet pink gash like a dog on a hot day. She moans and grabs her pert little titties with both hands. She squeezes them and pulls on her nipples.

“Fuck, that’s good—fuck, you know how to eat pussy,” Vicky calls out. “Where has that tongue been all my life? I’m going to need this every day . . . fuck, your tongue is addictive . . .” I move up to lick and suck her clit. “Yeah, baby, yeah, suck my clit . . . lick me, suck my button, suck my little button . . .” she moans. “Eat that pussy, so good, so good, so good . . .”

I push a finger into her flowing pink hole and gasp, “Fuck you’re tight.” I curl my finger back to rub her G-spot, which is prominent and rough, and Vicky loses her mind. She screams and bounces and sprays around my hand. Her cunt gets even tighter around my finger.

When I can, I pull my finger out and probe Vicky’s honeypot with my tongue. “Fuck me with that tongue, sexy, fuck me with that beautiful tongue, stick it in that little pussy, taste that pussy, eat that sweet fucking pussy,” she moans. I rub her pearl with my thumb and her girl-cum sprays into my mouth. “You eat pussy like a pro,” she gasps. “Better—better—better . . . so good, so good, so fucking good . . . so fucking hot—so fucking horny—so fucking high—gonna cum again—so close—so—so—don’t stop don’t stop don’t—don’t—don’tdon’tdon’t—”

She erupts in another scream as a truly majestic climax blasts through her. Her tight little cunt massages my tongue; her girl-honey coats my face.

When I raise my head, Vicky grabs it with both hands and drags me up to give me a long, wild kiss. We dive back in and let our tongues play until we have to come up for air.

Eventually we collapse onto the bed, breathing hard. She drapes herself lazily across me. We kiss, softly and slowly. “I’d love to lie here with you until my roommates get home—that would be fun,” she murmurs. “I probably shouldn’t skip class, though, and I should probably get a shower first.”

“I probably should too before I get back to making the rounds, I can't meet everyone smelling like pussy,” I say, just a touch ruefully.

“Let’s do this again soon,” Vicky purrs. “Very soon.”