Sweet Pussy

Hillman wasn’t thinking of much as he put his head between Becca’s legs and began to lick her. He had never gone down on a girl before in real life and it wasn’t as pleasant as he has thought. She didn’t taste as sweet as he’d hoped.

“I wish she tasted and smelled better down here,” he thought. He didn’t notice the ball in his pocket begin to glow. Suddenly Becca’s pussy began to smell and taste like honey. Hillman began to lick and suck with abandon.

Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to be doing very well. Becca was just lying there looking kind of bored. No matter what he tried she didn’t seem to react.

“I wish I was better at this,” he thought. Suddenly Becca began to groan and squirm. “You took your time warming up Hillman, but now your really doing it,” she said. “God that feels so much better than when Brad does it. Then again he’s about as good as you were to start, so it’s not much comparison. Oh, mmm. That’s it just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Yes. Yes …”

She lay back and began to groan incoherently. Then reached down and held his head as he continued to minister to her.

“Stupid fucking Brad,” thought Hillman. “Why did she have to mention him? I bet she’s thinking about him right now. I wish I knew that she was thinking about me.”

“HILLMAN! OH GOD, HILLMAN! YOU’RE THE FUCKING KING OF CUNNILINGUS!” shouted Becca at the top of her lungs. “YOU’VE GOT THE BEST FUCKING TONGUE IN THE WORLD!”

Hillman was sure everyone at the party could hear that. And he knew that once Brad caught up with him, he was a dead man. But knowing how Brad would look in front of his posse made it worth it.

Eventually Becca stopped cumming. She handed him her panties.

“Wipe your face off with those Hillman,” she said as she pulled on her jeans. “Let's get back to the party.”