Tiffany got out of her car and pulled out the pizza. She didn't hear anything further from Jon until she got back from her last delivery, and figured he must have left. Then Mr. Hudson called her in for a large pizza order for her house. The order included the special instructions "<3" Her dad was out of town, so it had to be Jon. Not that he knew that, though. Just what would Jon have done if Mr. Hudson didn't notice this was Tiffany's address and ask if she wanted to end the night with a delivery to her parents since things were slow. "The things I do for a cute ass," she thought to herself.
Tiffany felt the familiar tightness in her pants. She found her decidedly real penis after she stopped to take a bathroom break earlier in her shift, although it was still quite a bit smaller than most of her ex-boyfriends so far. She wasn't surprised, given her escapades over the last day. Still... she wasn't sure how she felt about it yet. Sex as a boy certainly is fun, and she seems to want it even more now if that were possible. Jon is fun, especially since he obviously wants the D. She walked up to the door and rang the doorbell.
The door cracked open, revealing one of Jon's eyes looking out from behind the crack. Tiffany pushed it the rest of the way open, revealing Jon's tired face and curvy figure. "How's the homework coming sweetie?"
Jon beamed up at her and threw his arms around her, obviously proud of himself. When had she gotten taller than him? Is he shrinking or am I growing?
"I just finished. I wanted pizza to celebrate. Wanna join?" asked Jon.
Tiffany felt her dick harden as Jon pressed his soft body into hers. "Mmm... I think someone's happy to see me," said Jon smiling knowingly, obviously aware of her arousal. That was going to take some getting used to.
"Geez, let me at least put down the pizza first," said Tiffany blushing, pulling herself out of Jon's embrace.
"Fine," pouted Jon, "I'll go get some napkins."
Tiffany caught herself staring at Jon's ass as he seemed to sway it back and forth all the way to the kitchen to get the napkins. "Cute ass indeed," she thought to herself. She put the box on the table and followed Jon into the kitchen. Jon had just opened the cabinet and was on his toes trying to reach the shelf with the napkins. Tiffany grabbed Jon's pants and boxers and pulled them down around his ankles.
"Hey! What's the big idea?" said Jon in a mock-offended voice. She was sure Jon liked this, she could smell his arousal.
"It is a lovely night out tonight. I just wanted to bask in the light of the full moon," quipped Tiffany.
Jon giggled at the pun. "Wow, that was bad."
Tiffany looked up into Jon's wet pussy, taking in the aroma. Jon's vagina was fully visible now, she didn't need to feel around for it anymore. She was mesmerized by the view, and surprised at how much it was affecting her. Her hard penis was pushing painfully against her pants and panties. She slid a finger along his moist lips, marveling at how Jon's juices clung to her finger and Jon's wet snatch. Jon mewled in anticipation as she played with him. Tiffany leaned in and kissed along his soft loins as she continued to run her finger along Jon's opening. Jon squatted into her a little to give her better access to Jon's sex. Tiffany smirked and withdrew her finger and stood up, licking it clean.
"Hey! Why'd you stop?" asked Jon as he spun around, looking somewhat flushed.
"Sorry babe, I can't. My dick's too hard as it is, and it's starting to hurt."
Jon looked down at the obvious tent in Tiffany's pants, then back up at Tiffany. A conflicted look crossed his face, at war with his arousal. Then, without a word, Jon dropped to his knees and pulled down her pants.
Tiffany smiled, watching Jon studying her penis like it was some strange object that might bite him if he wasn't careful. Then, he opened his mouth and kissed the tip. His lips on her penis felt amazing! Jon took in more of her dick and licked her head with the tip of his tongue and started sucking. This was better than Jon's last blow job! Jon looked up at Tiffany with these big puppy dog eyes... It was the hottest thing she'd seen all day, and she wanted to fuck him now!
Tiffany pulled away from Jon's mouth and pushed him forward. Jon landed on his hands and knees as he yelped in surprise. Tiffany grabbed his hips and positioned her penis at the entrance of Jon's pussy. Grunting, she thrust with her hips and pushed into Jon. Jon gasped in pleasure as she entered him, then breathily said "You'd better last long enough for me to cum this time you selfish prick!"
Tiffany laughed awkwardly as she slowed the pace a bit, worried she might be close to cumming if she kept this pace up. She felt Jon thrust his hips back into her as she did, obviously not liking her change in pace. "Harder!" he panted. Geez! Does he have any idea how hard it is to control this thing?
Tiffany slapped Jon's ass in response and grabbed his thighs as she forcefully thrust into him, listening to Jon panting in rhythm with her thrusts. Jon reached between his legs and started rubbing his clit as she rode him. She could feel Jon's pussy squeezing her as she continued to thrust in and out of him, marveling at how Jon's ass seemed to take in her hips as she thrust into him. She felt the pleasure concentrate in her groin, and knew she was about to cum. "Jon, I'm going to cum!" warned Tiffany. Jon pushed back hard into her as he grunted in sexual frustration. Did his voice sound a little higher? This thought was the tipping point, as Tiffany felt herself pass the point of no return. She thrust hard into Jon as she felt herself orgasm, her hard dick shooting her cum deep into Jon. She collapsed on Jon's back and hugged Jon as she rode out the feelings of her orgasm. She could definitely get used to this part having a dick.
She tiredly rolled off of Jon and laid on her back. Jon was now sprawled on the floor next to her, looking at her with a goofy grin on his face. Tiffany smiled back and said "You've got to stop this Jon. Our pizza is getting cold.".
