Leslie had never seen a cunt as messy as Anne's before. She didn't think of herself as sexually inexperienced, either--she'd been a bartender in one of Boston's gay clubs for about five years now, and even though she didn't go cruising for pussy she wasn't exactly going to stop herself from tumbling into bed with some cutie at the end of the night so long as they were sober enough to consent. But even though she was talented with her fingers and her tongue, and most of her partners walked out of her apartment the next morning entirely satisfied, she'd never seen anyone literally leaking with excitement the way Anne was right now. She didn't want to be rude, but she kind of had to ask.
Anne was surprisingly honest about it… although she made Leslie scoot off the sofa and onto the floor so that she could lower her pussy onto the other woman's face as she talked. "It's, I… I didn't really think of myself as gay until about six months ago," she murmured, her tones becoming ever so slightly loose and muzzy from the distraction of Leslie's tongue. "Maybe just a tiny bit bi, in a kind of hall pass way, but I never would have called myself a, a d-dyke s-slut or, or anything." The tremor in her voice could have meant anything, but Leslie was right down there between her legs and she could taste the way the other woman's cunt drooled whenever she described herself in such frankly sexual terms. It was turning her on even more than the oral sex.
"But, um, we got this new neighbor, and she was, like… fuck, she was just sex on legs, babe." Leslie tasted another surge of arousal timed neatly with that pause, soaking her cheeks and chin with floral-scented musk and making that single word, 'fuck', into an exhalation of pure lust. "I talked it over with my boyfriend, and he said sure, fine, if she was into it, so long as I gave him a handy while I told him about it afterward. And Muhhh… Maura, I mean, she was--yeah, she was definitely into it. Way into it. So we hooked up." Leslie was bright enough to know what that little stumble meant. This was a kink thing, and Anne got off on being… what did they call it? Public use? That still didn't explain why she got this fucking wet, though. This was almost inhuman.
"And Maura, she… it, uhh, it turned out she was into hypnosis. Like, in the bedroom." Anne's voice sounded even more distracted now, and it wasn't just because Leslie was really going to town on her slick pussy. She sounded like just remembering her time with this Maura chick was sending her back into the moment, making it hard to think about anything else, and Leslie had to admit she sounded very sexy all dazed and sleepy like that. "She hypnotized me and played with me and oh god, it made me c-c-cummMMM!" Anne's cunt had been wet before, but it was nothing compared to when she climaxed. Leslie was going to smell like her for days.
"And she, umm, she made me tell her about my boyfriend," Anne mumbled, her speech now little more than a vacant drone. "She didn't like the way he treated our threesome like entertainment, like an experiment I was going to try before just trotting back to his dick like a good girl. Maura thought I should try more pussy, get a good, um… a good basis for comparison…." Once again, Leslie tasted a fresh wave of slickness against her tongue as the other woman thoughtlessly repeated words she'd been provided with rather than her own thoughts. "And she made me want it. More than anything. And I, oh fuck I'm always so wet now…." Anne trailed into silence, and Leslie could imagine the helplessly blank expression on her face--and thinking about it just made her lick that much harder at the dripping, horny mess that was Anne's sopping cunt.
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