A Good Tonguing

Lois' pussy grew warm...and then she felt something small and hot lap at the small of her back. She stiffened, her own tongue buried in a foreign muff. Someone was licking her.

The lapping tongue was running all over her back, where her shirt had pulled up and away, running along the exposed skin in long lazy strokes, and Lois realized what they were doing: scooping off the thick layer of cum that soaked very inch of her.

Lois felt an insistent pressure on her face, and pressed her tongue back into service, slightly chagrined to have forgotten even for a moment what she was doing. Yet she continued to be cleaned, the tongue probing over the naked flesh...but never beyond that. Though she could not see, Lois suddenly felt overdressed...and her pussy was burning.

Still slathering away at the cunt in front of her, Lois began to slowly, blindly strip out of her jizz-soaked clothing. Her jacket and shirt were easy, once unbuttoned, falling away in wet heaps. The bra was a little trickier, two hands fiddling with the clasp, balancing herself on her knees while resting her face against the warm buttocks in front of her until she could disengage it...and then what a relief, as her tits came free, and Lois felt the burning line where the elastic had been cutting into the wet underboob flesh. A recipe for a rash or a staph infection.

Then came the pants...the red pants were tight and difficult enough to get on normally, but while munching rug their removal was a serious logistical challenge. Lois turned onto her back, eyes still glazed over with white seed, and with her hands encouraged her lover to sit on her face. Thus secure, she found and sucked on the strange woman's clit as her hands found their way to her waist and she began to wiggle out of the tight confines...and this time she felt invisible hands help her, pulling at the pants, which came off with a wet schluck.

Naked now, Lois felt the tongue crawl over her newly exposed skin, scooping the cum up into that eager mouth, working down, down, toward her pussy...

Lois didn't want to think of the state of her vagina right now. The carefully trimmed pubes matted with clumps of dried semen. Her lips felt hot and sticky, and she wondered how much baby batter had made its way up her canal, and how much that hot clever tongue could scoop it out, before it was too late...