The Erotic Aftermath

A groan burst from John, and his dick got almost painfully hard, visibly straining against his pants.

Velvet’s hands reached down, and he was immediately reminded of the limitations of her sight as her hand landed directly on his cock and gripped it through the fabric. John jerked his hips at the sudden stimulation, his vision whiting out for a second.

By the time he could pay attention again, she’d made her way to undo the button, and was dragging down the zipper with an enraptured expression on her face. Then she gripped the top of his boxers and tugged, releasing his proudly throbbing shaft to the cooler air.

She kept her face pointed down at it as her fingertips grazed the sensitive skin, her smooth pale hands almost daintily exploring the feel and shape of his cock, and the smile on her face twitched upwards every time John released a sharp breath or little moan from the almost teasing stimulus.

Huskily, Velvet said, “It’s so hot… and I can feel it throbbing. Just here.” She closed her grip slightly tighter, pressing her thumb against the head, and an involuntary groan of arousal escaped John.

The blind girl giggled, the usually cute noise made illegally sexy by the arousal in her voice. “You liked that?”

John swallowed and chuffed disbelievingly, “Yeah, of course. But-”

“What… what else should I do? What else will you like?” She was still clearly hot and bothered, her eyes almost half-lidded and her cheeks flushed a heady red, and she asked with a deep curiosity and eagerness, but it was almost like-

“Holy shit,” John blurted out. “You’ve never seen porn, you don’t know what to do.”

She pulled away slightly, the sexy smile faltering as embarrassment tried to take its place, and John immediately realised he’d fucked up, letting him follow up with, “Nono, don’t- It’s fucking amazing, Vel. I- I’m a virgin too, I just, uh, watched porn, so I know a bit, and-”

Velvet’s grip on his cock firmed again as she frowned and told him, “I know some things too! I still read stuff, you know. Look, I’ll prove it!”

He tried to tell her, “You don’t have to do that, it’s okay, I believe you.”

What he actually said was, “You don’t have tooo-hnnnnng, FUCK!” as Velvet suddenly scooted her hips back, bent at the waist, and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, effectively lobotomising John’s ability to use language.

Usually, this is where he’d reflect on having dreamed about this moment, with this girl, or something like that.

He couldn’t really do that with Velvet, because he was too busy groaning as his soul was sucked out of his dick. He had no idea if she had some unholy natural talent, or if he simply had no frame of reference, but what he did know was that if it was all going to feel this good? He never wanted to stop.

There was so much sudden pleasure that he honestly struggled to separate and register the different feelings to know what she was doing. After a moment, he was able to slowly manage it.

There was the thick slickness of her saliva, unbelievably hot and wet on his cock, liberally coating him thanks to her tongue. The surprisingly agile tongue which darted around him in her mouth, circling the head of his penis and happily moving aside to grant deeper entry as he bucked his hips at the feeling. The tight suction as if trying to pull his climax straight out of his balls, formed by the firm ring of her plush pink lips that shifted up and down his shaft to match her pace.

Then he looked down at her, and it felt even more intense, being able to see it. John wasn’t a particularly big guy in the dick department, not quite reaching six inches. But he had underestimated how much of a difference the upgrades Gaia had been throwing at him would make.

She was on her hands and knees, her body dropped low to the mattress to get to his cock comfortably. Her face was flushed with arousal, red staining her cheeks beautifully. Her lips were slightly swollen from the kissing, and their pink plumpness had never been so clear as it was with them forming a seal around the shaft of his cock in that moment, as she took him particularly deep. Her eyelids fluttered, and he was pretty sure that her eyes were rolled back as half of his length entered her face.

John wished he could get a picture of this moment, for any time in the future he needed to jack off, because like hell would porn work half as well as it used to after this.

She bobbed her head again, taking her time like it was some kind of sweet treat, and John let out another moan, now low and rough from how turned on he was. It seemed to get her attention, as her head turned up to his, and tilted slightly. It was a weird sensation, but he could feel her smile around him.

John swallowed roughly. “Fuck, Vel… it feels so good, I can’t- You look so fucking hot, I don’t think-”

He cut off, as a devilish glee entered her features, and she did something with her tongue that made it feel as if she’d lit him on fire for a moment, before clumsily slamming her face as far down his cock as she could, ending with a loud gag.

John felt the moment he hit the back of her throat a split second before she gagged, and knew he was gone. She gagged, he moaned as his soul left his body, and his dick jerked and pulsed as it shot ropes of cum into her mouth.

Then his climax immediately intensified and drew on reserves he didn’t even know he had, as he caught Velvet’s eyes shift from watering as she gagged, to shock as he came, and then to a perverse lust as she tasted it. She let out a high pitched noise that he could only describe as a whine of pleasure, before beginning to lap at the tip of his cock in her mouth like it was spilling candy floss instead of cum, and his orgasm surged to meet her show of desire.

Then, he slowly fell back and thumped into the mattress, lying there whilst he recovered enough motor function to do more than twitch incoherently, as Velvet continued to tenderly lick at his slowly softening dick. He was beginning to feel guilty, as he recovered, for not making sure she’d enjoyed herself, but he wasn’t sure if she’d want him to do the same.

Only when he managed to sit up did she stop, a sinfully horny look on her face twisted by embarrassment, and she had the audacity after that display to shyly tell him, “...Your…your stuff was really good- EEP!”

He practically tackled her, putting her on her back at the edge of the bed with her legs spread so he could kneel between them.

“Velvet, that was the most fucking sexy… amazing… world-changing experience I’ve ever had…”

With every pause, he slowly moved his hands up her legs, travelling from her calves, up to the squishy flesh of her thighs, then to her waist, where he began to undo her jeans.

“...and if you, you know, want me to? I really want to-”

A pair of slender hands reached down to take hold of delicate lace panties and shove them down to expose herself, and John couldn’t help himself as he stopped suddenly. It was like some kind of religious experience, and he honestly couldn’t explain why. It wasn’t like he’d never seen a vagina before, after all. He’d watched a lot of porn, in a variety of formats- hell, he even did some amateur erotic art.

Yet, having Velvet so confidently and comfortably show it off to him, seeing her pussy for the first time, it felt like he’d just learned what an orgasm felt like all over again.

The sound of her voice pulled his eyes away to look at her face. She was blushing, the red layering with her arousal, and her milky eyes were wide with concern. “Is… Does it look… weird?”

It did not look weird. It was, he could confidently say as somewhat of a connoisseur of such things, one of the prettiest pink pussies he had ever had the pleasure of seeing. Even more so since he was seeing it in person. It was honestly just like the rest of Velvet. Soft, pale and pink, pretty and delicate-looking, but almost certainly hiding something unbelievably attractive and hotter just beneath the surface.

Without thinking, John replied, “You’re perfect. I mean, it’s perfect, pretty, normal, I-”

He saw the relief wash the unsure tension from her, and decided to stop trying to verbally blunder his way through, and just show her instead.

Her jeans were swiftly tugged down further, and his head dropped down to settle between her creamy thighs. His vision consisted of pale flesh, a hint of her body at the top of his sight, and the visibly slick folds of her pussy just in front of him.

Tentatively, he extended his tongue, and slowly probed along the lips of her entrance, teasing around the edges to test her reactions. Then, slowly, he pushed his tongue into her pussy, still staying outside of the channel itself, and carefully moved and twisted his tongue around.

Her breathing hitched with surprise, and sped up slightly, stuttering occasionally when he pushed deeper, only small reactions. The moisture on his tongue was far more telling, as she went from mildly wet to downright slick, and he could feel it spreading around his lips and face.

After a few moments of her controlled reactions to what he was doing, John frowned a little. His hands reached out and grabbed her hips, and pulled her closer as he simultaneously pushed his tongue into her pussy rather than just teasing her.

Immediately, she let out a high pitched moan of pleasure, and one of her hands dropped to tangle into his hair and hold him against her whilst her hips bucked into his face. It surprised him, but after a moment, and a small noise of disappointment from Velvet when he stopped, John mentally shrugged and threw his effort back into devouring his new girlfriend’s pussy.

Though, he honestly didn’t know what he was doing. He just kinda flailed his tongue around to feel the shape of her, and it seemed to be working for her. He did briefly try the trick he’d heard about, where you’re meant to spell out the alphabet with your tongue, but it didn’t seem to work any better than what he was doing before.

The one thing that did get a response, and a particularly visceral one at that, was when his head slipped a little too low, so he adjusted himself back upwards, and accidentally bumped something at the top of her slit when he dragged his tongue up. She didn’t moan, she downright screamed a noise of pure sinful pleasure as her hands tightened almost painfully in his hair.

It took him a moment to realise he’d just dragged the full length of his tongue across her clit, and a huge smile broke across his face at the realisation. He idly recalled overhearing Frank and the other jocks in the locker room, talking about how girls didn’t even have clits or orgasms from anything other than sex, and John’s grin grew cocky at the memory.

‘I guess he just never found it… or Vanessa’s cursed and doesn’t have one. Maybe that’s why she’s always so bitchy-’ John mentally derailed those thoughts, ‘What the fuck am I doing? I have Velvet about to come on my tongue and I’m thinking about Frank and Vanessa. Fuck that.’

As if to banish the train of thought, he pushed his face between her thighs, and began to rapidly push through all the spots he thought she had a reaction to. Her hands tightened in his hair, her moans started coming in choppy pants, her thighs twitched around his face.

“J-John… oh Gaia, oh, oh, ohhhhh…” She was building and building with every movement of his tongue, and the feeling of power that coursed through John’s veins at giving her this pleasure was euphoric.

Then, he had a bright idea. He’d seen it in some written erotica before, so maybe…

He pressed his mouth against her smooth skin, encircling the little bud of her clit. He paused, just a moment, to gently drag the tip of his tongue as lightly as he could manage against her clit, enjoying how she shuddered at it. Then he formed a seal with his mouth against her flesh and sucked as hard as he could.

Velvet didn’t come, that was too small a word for it. She climaxed. Explosively.

Barely half a moment went by before her hands fisted in his hair to **** his face against her sex. Those soft creamy thighs suddenly crushed against his head like a steel helmet, and he could feel her crossed legs against his back. He couldn’t see her, but he could hear the mind-numbingly sexy orgasmic moaning scream she let out, and he could feel her body shaking violently as if she’d lost all control over herself.

Then, he could feel and taste the explosion of fluids across his face, his tongue, his mouth, even dripping down to his chest, as Velvet’s swollen pink pussy squirted with her orgasm.

It felt like a glorious forever before her limbs suddenly went heavy and limp, only twitching occasionally and uncontrollably, and he could move his drenched and stupidly grinning face away from her crotch.

John glanced around, and silently thanked whoever left the small washcloth in here as he reached to dry his face and chest. He’d happily admit that he licked her fluids off his lips before the cloth reached his face though. He had no idea whether it was normal or some weird magical thing, but he could’ve sworn there was an almost sugary taste under the thick musk of her arousal. Could definitely just be a placebo effect though, since he had nothing to compare it to.

He also took the time to gently wipe her clean and dry her thighs as best as he was able. Once dried, or as much as they were going to get, he slipped onto the bed with her, tugging the blanket over the two of them.

Her body neatly shifting to face him, fitting against him as if it was natural, Velvet blearily turned heavy-lidded white eyes towards him, and a smile lit her face up shyly as she very quietly said, “Hey.”

John couldn’t have stopped the smile that gave away his affection if he had wanted to. “Hey.”

They both gave little laughs, still quiet as if afraid of anyone that might hear and interrupt. Slowly, she reached for his hand and asked, “...You want me to be your girlfriend?”

He closed the distance, holding her hand between them. “Yes, so much. If you want me to be your boyfriend?”

Stupidly, considering what they’d just done, he was still nervous she’d reject him, or it’d all turn out to be a joke. That doubt fell away as she spread her fingers and wormed them between his, interlocking their fingers. “I do. So, so much.”

She matched his stupidly happy grin, then tucked her head against his chest, and the two lay together in the darkened room in a thrilled silence.

“...This probably wasn’t really the best way to, uh… recover, I guess, from what happened…” Velvet mused softly. There was no regret in her tone. If anything, there was almost a hint of guilt.

He thought about what had happened and his smile grew into a smirk as he murmured, “I don’t know… there was definitely some therapeutic release.”

She giggled softly, and the young new couple slowly slipped into sleep together.