Tongue Bath

Lois shuddered against her will as the eager tongue dove into her pussy. She was naked now, on her back, legs spread wide, striving to give as good as she got—when the pussy before her mouth lifted away.

The reporter tried to sit up, confused and uncertain. Her jaw was a little tired, but she hadn't felt the pussy she was eating quiver or squirt...Lois didn't think she had made the woman come...

Mouth latched on to her nipples, hot grasping lips which latched on, tongues flicking at her hard nipples. Lois gasped and reached for them, but other lips were fastening on her hands, her feet...the reporter felt hot suction at her fingers and toes, on her legs and arms, at least a dozen, the heat of their bodies closing in on her, claustrophobic, and all the while the tongue delved deep inside of her, scooping cum out of her insides.

As soon as the suckling had started, Lois felt the change...the lips moving in unison, twelve or more tongues sliding along her skin at once in long, eager licks, scraping the semen off of her, sucking it down. The press of their tongues and mouths caused her to shift and squirm, exposing new areas for their predilections.

Too weak to fight, Lois yet squirmed, still unable to see, none of those tongues yet coming near her face, although she shuddered as she felt the pussy-eater finally withdraw—

Was it a her? Lois thought. I thought it was a female but I don't...I don't know who any of these people are...

—the wiry muscle slipping down from the bottom of Lois' cunt in a long slow lick to wash her taint. Other tongues were making their way over her thighs, the back of her knee, along the round curve of her ass, but it was that one tongue which Lois was most aware of as she felt a half-face press into her buttocks, the now familiar wet warmth circling toward her rectum.

No! Lois feebly thrashed. Not there, not...

But her protest came out as a soft moan a the soft battering ram pressed against her clenched orifice...and wiggled through. Lois gasped at the sudden, unfamiliar intrusion. She was on her side now, the vampiric tongues diligently washing her back, sliding under her breasts, tasting the sweat of her armpits, sucking at the hollow of her throat...and Lois could do nothing, nothing, mouth gaping open and closed like a fish, feeling her nipples harden and pussy weep in neglect.

She felt unclean, from the cleaning. The layer of semen was replaced by saliva, and Lois could feel them explore every inch of her, touching, tasting, places she herself had never been. From her side she fell forward, back to her hands and knees, that hot tongue behind her buried as deep as it could go in the reporter's ass, so that she could feel the hot breath on her back...and the tongues were converging now, she could feel it, toward her neck, her face, her waiting mouth...