In fact, Rachel moves deeper into your arms and gives you a kiss. Then she starts to hug you as your hands start to explore her body. One moves to a tender breast that quivers with excitement as you touch it. Your other hand caresses her smooth skin. This continues for a few moments before Rachel breaks the kiss and suggests, "Since you are going to be perverted and eat me, you might as well be perverted and eat me first." With that she smiles and pushes you away. Then she sits on the bed with her legs well apart.
Quickly, you get between her thighs and lower your head to her most guarded spot. Then you taste. Wonderful... You have heard tales of there being bad taste, but this is not happening here. Maybe it is just that you have changed, or maybe the tales vary with the girl, or maybe... Anyway, she is like a fantastic ice cream cone to you. OK, she tastes nothing like ice cream, being a lot warmer for one obvious thing, but you are licking away like you were well under 10, and it was a hot summer day.
Delightful as you are finding it, Rachel is enjoying it even more. Her excitement rapidly builds until she is hit by a massive wave of passion that flattens her onto the bed. You look up for a moment in concern, only to be ordered, "Don't stop, please." It is a command you are happy to obey. This time, you are a little slower and gentler, but you get no complaints from Rachel. As you continue to work on her slick wet heat, she is moaning in pleasure. Then she is screaming as she reaches ecstasy again.
But now you have built up that appetite you had mentioned. And since Rachel is temporarily too out of it to forbid you... you gently lift a foot up to your mouth and insert it. Then you copy with the other leg and start to swallow. Looking up, you see Rachel looking at you. Then her hands slip between her thighs and move back and forth. "Masturbation while being eaten alive. That has got to rate as really perverted." She mutters in a tone you can't identify. She is too seriously concentrating on her pleasure for that to be a giggle, but it's hard to think she is angry... In any case, you have a delicious meal to deal with.
The consumption of those tasty calves is only briefly interrupted by her climax, which is a massive one that knocks her right out. She stays out as those firm thighs are swallowed and only your tongue on her damp desire wakens her. [It does not remove her smile.] Tongue and hands now work together to achieve her next rapture, and the swallowing of those succulent hams. But even with your lips around her narrow waist, Rachel continues to work on her pleasure, almost ignoring her vanishing into your throat. And she continues to succeed, going over the top as you touch her swollen breasts, and again as the last of them vanish into your maw. [You would like to claim part of the credit here, but that isn't easy to do with your mouth so full.]
Those trim shoulders slip inside and Rachel struggles to get one last scream out as you start on her head. That she fails at, but you hear her muffled cry inside your throat as all that is left of her outside are some hairs. A moment later, those are inside too, and you lean back and happily contemplate the joy have having Rachel in your stomach for the next ... 48... no, more like... well, at least 60 hours anyway.
"So now we get to see if you can achieve your perverted goal of digesting me." Rachel accuses.
That is something you would like to deny. You don't want to hurt Rachel after all. But you don't want to let her out of your belly either, and if she stays in long enough... "Well, how about a little music while we wait?" you ask as much to distract you as her from the uncomfortable subject. When Rachel quickly agrees, you just as quickly grab for your instrument [only partly to change the subject. This is a music school after all, and if you were not addicted to playing and/or listening to music, you would have never enrolled here.]
In any case, the time passes wonderfully, until you hear a knock on the door and realize Ria is keeping her promise.