The Descent


“Strip me of my panties!” she asked firmly, sounding almost like an order.
He was horny as fuck, being that he didn’t cum in 4 days and forgot all about his food, now that he had her pussy in front of him.


“Close your eyes.” she asked him. She grabbed his jaw and brought it to her cunt, pulling his head under her skirt. “Keep your eyes closed and start licking my pussy. Slow, tender licks. Start from the outsides, do not rush, take your time with every part of my pussy, ok?

Outer labias, inner labias, I want you to really bathe my cunt with your saliva and tongue, ok? But only after you kiss it lovingly all over, you know how I like it.” and with that, she let her skirt fall over his head, let her head down and closed her eyes, relaxing. She was going to really milk this thing. Slow and steady.

He was surprised by her desire for him to close his eyes, but he rolled with it. Maybe she wanted him focusing more profoundly on licking. Plus, being under her skirt, there wasn’t really much to see.

Other than her plump, juicy pussy, on top of which the skirt would cut everything off. As if her cunt had a personality of its own and they were intimately spending time together, cut off from the rest of the world. Just him and her pussy, alone. So, with his eyes closed, he pushed through the unusual smell and tentatively started to kiss her sex. While doing so, he could feel something was different.

Her pussy wasn’t so liquidly coated as usual, but was rather having a sticky, more dense coating. He could feel a somewhat strong sweat and pee smell. This was new. She never offered herself to him like this before. He wasn’t even sure she had any such smells, being that she never let him feel them before. Being his first contact with this new reality, he wasn’t the most attracted to it. I mean, he was horny as fuck and wanted to eat her out right now, but the not-entirely-clean situation was kind of a turn off for him. Met with this predicament, while still slowly kissing and tenderly licking her sticky cunt, his mind started wondering on the same well-paved paths that it has always been wondering on, when thinking about Blanche.

He tried to understand her. She wanted him, had this new idea that she picked up god knows where, probably at work, from one of her chickmates, and she came home so excited about it that she completely forgot about washing or anything else, for that matter. She did come home all amped up, wanting to talk about something, but because I got home earlier today, having already cooked dinner, I put her down to eat first thing when she arrived, so she didn’t get the chance to jump into it. She did bring it up shortly after, though, while we were eating. How could I just stop now and ask her to clean herself? I would really ruin the mood and I wouldn’t want to bring disappointment to that angelic face.

Plus, I know there’s nothing really bad with it, as someone told me of a guy that was eating his girlfriend out while on her period. Like, every time. For years. And he was a-ok. So, after all, maybe just suck it up and do this for her? Make her happy? In his new found rationalism of the situation, he felt invigorated to lick and suck more seriously, because he really did not want to make her feel unfit, undesirable or unattractive in any way. He didn’t care that she was smelling slightly sweaty or that he could smell and taste trace amounts of her pee. What was the worst that could happen? He wanted to show her how much she meant to him, how even if she did not shower, she would still be attractive, desirable and proper for him. He wanted her to feel as comfortable as possible with him, despite not liking her taste. He loved her tremendously.

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