Return the Favor

Lois let out a deep series of groans, thighs bunched around Maria's head, her fingers tangled in the purple-and-pink hair. She was so close...

...and then the warm, wet tongue pulled out of her slit, and Lois uttered a frustrated grunt at the sudden absence, cunt still twitching.

"Hey baby," Maria said. She smiled, chin sticky and dripping with Lois' ejaculation. "Gettin' a case of diver's jaw. Why don't you return the favor for a bit?"

The barmaid didn't wait for an answer, but stood up and turned around. She backed her ass right into the seated reporter's face, and Lois could smell a whiff of sweat and perfume. Maria flipped up her skirt, exposing her bare labia, shiny and dripping. She inched closer, until Lois could feel the heat of the genitals on her face, mere centimeters away from her lips.

"C'mon, honey. Fair's fair."

Lois had never eaten pussy before. Unexpectedly caught in this situation, she extended her tongue almost tentatively, and ran it in a long slow lick from the barmaid's clit up to her perineum. The taste was less unpleasant than she had thought—the had expected it to be like urine, but it was closer to a kiss, the subtle flavor of her...and it was warm, so warm on her tongue. Lois felt Maria shiver, and began to lick faster, harder.

She paid special attention to the clit, the little round nub which was still half-hidden in its hood. Worked to pry open the labia with the tip of her tongue, to explore the hot, wet world within. Lois began to get into it, thinking back to articles she'd read, clips of porn she'd seen...and what she had felt, when Maria had gone down on her. She reached up with her hands and grabbed the barmaid's buttocks thighs and almost pulled the girl onto her mouth, nose brushed against her asshole, and began to do the alphabet trick...

"That's right...dig in there..." Maria groaned, and Lois could feel the barmaid rubbing her clit, the little vibration, the occasional way a fingernail would stroke the reporter's chin. She didn't care, focused as she was on the movement of her tongue in the woman's tight love canal, the shape and heat and texture of it, every little nub and cranny, and as Maria responded to it, her loans growing louder and more insistent, Lois felt herself getting wet again...turning Maria on was turning Lois on.

Unbidden, a flood of fluids splattered over the reporter, whose tongue was crammed as deep as it would go in the barmaid's hot slit. She felt the bittersweet hot liquid gush over her, and instinctively swallowed as the Maria's squeals hit a crescendo.

Finally, with shaky legs, the barmaid stepped away from Lois, then turned coyly to look back at her. "Sorry, should have told you I'm a squirter." she said.

"I...uh..." Lois said. "I didn't finish."

Maria turned around and leaned down, to rest her hands on either side of Lois' face, and stare in her eyes. "Don't worry, baby. I got something real special planned..."