Good Enough To Eat

Maria lifted Lois up, hands under the reporter's thighs, keeping her legs spread wide. Lois' thoughts were already far and away from the moment. A pussy. She had another pussy. Would they rub together, when she walked? Would she have to buy new panties, to keep people from seeing the double cameltoe? What about periods?

The possibilities ran through the reporter's head as Maria set her down, gently, on her knees, elbows resting on a chair. She was just imagining what a double-vaginal pregnancy would be like when she felt Maria's warm breath on her twin cunts.

"Hmm. Smells like a double helping..." Maria said.

Lois had trouble processing the sudden experience. She could feel the hot wing on both of her sensitive orifices, the sensations similar yet distinct. It was more simulation than she was used to... and yet she felt herself begin to drip, just at that little bit of twin sensation.

Maria began by running her tongue up the middle, the bridge of flesh between the two pussies, and Lois shivered. It was sensitive...as sensitive as feeling a rough, wet tongue lapping at her taint...but what made it worse is that both of her "girls" were almost crying out for attention, needy holes **** for more... Lois wiggled her backside a little, almost willing her lover to slip into one pussy or the other.

The barmaid got the hint.

"Eenie," she ran her tongue along Lois' left-hand slit.

"Meenie," the tongue slipped down the right-hand cunny.

"Miney," a long, lascivious wiggle on the left vagina.

"Mo," a slurp over the right cunt.

She never finished the rhyme, but kept alternating, one pussy then the other, lapping and kissing and probing her tongue into the twin depths, and Lois bit her lip in pleasure and frustration. It was good, but it also wasn't...enough. Every time one cunt was getting its tongue-lashing, the other one was being ignored, and the constant on-and-off stimulation was driving Lois closer to distraction than orgasm.

It was worse when she could feel her lover start to flag, even though the reporter's love juices were dripping down her inner thighs, she imagined the poor bitch must be getting diver's jaw something fierce.

"Maria..." she said, as she pulled away. "This isn't working. I need something else. I need...I need to feel something, inside. I just want all my holes filled. This back-and-forth thing...I appreciate it, I really do, but it isn't enough! I need..."

Maria smiled...a sloppy, tired grin, her face wet from eating pussy, literally dripping off her chin.

"Say it," the red-and-pink haired woman said, as she stood up...and Lois noticed she had another rabbit in her hand. A rabbit that she held against her own clit, which was about as Lois' eye-level.