Time for dinner

Buffy shoves you off the couch, but holds your head in her crotch. You pivot around until you're kneeling between her legs as you eat her out. She keeps watching the movie as you work your tongue.

After about fifteen minutes she says, “You're really going to town down there! You just love the taste of pussy, don't you?”

You nod your head. It's true, her pussy is delicious. It's slightly salty, but there's a stronger, harder to define flavor that goes well with the saltiness. There also seems to be something else going on, as if her juices were intoxicating. It's not that you feel drunk, but that the more you lick her out, the more you want it. It's almost like you're becoming addicted.

“Well, you shouldn't be the only one getting something to eat.” Buffy holds your head tightly in place with one hand while she fishes a cell phone out of her jeans, which are down around her ankles. She finds it and makes a quick call. “Hey, I'd like a large pepperoni pizza. Super extra cheesy.”

While waiting for the food to arrive, you explore every square nanometer of her pussy. The world becomes a haze as the urge to work more juice out of her pussy gets stronger and stronger. You swirl your tongue around the edges, you gently suck on her clit, and you push your fingers deep inside her. There's definitely something special about the pussies of girls on this world, something in the taste that makes you constantly crave more. At one point you reach up fondle her perky breasts, but Buffy pushes both of your hands behind your head and holds them together with one hand. She rubs your head up and down her lips.

After twenty minutes and three bursts of delicious, hot fluids onto your face, the doorbell rings. Buffy shoves you off, then laughs and pulls up her pants so she can step over your panting body. Your vision clears as the urge to lick subsides.

You see Buffy at the door, taking a pizza from the hottest pizza delivery girl you've ever seen. She's a little over six feet tall, but still broad shouldered and curvy. Brilliant red curls fall down to her shoulders. Her breasts are huge, almost as big as Gwen's. A name tag declares this goddess in a Domino's cap to be Molly.

“Wow, you've got a guy?!” says Molly, noticing you sprawled on the floor.

“Oh yeah, and he's a horny little slut, too.” Buffy looks in her wallet and frowns. “You know, if you were willing to forget the bill for this pizza, I could share him with you.”

Molly looks up and down your sweat soaked body and licks her lips.