Chapter 5
The routine that Veronica Moon followed on Friday afternoons had nothing whatsoever to do with playing bridge. She always went to visit her good friend, Annie Sheldon and Annie was always very pleased to see her. Annie, a slender, sultry, dark haired lady with perky tits and a heart shaped ass, greeted Veronica at the door, then went to fetch a bottle of sparkling wine. Veronica sat down in a big, comfortable chair. She drew her skirt up above her hips. She never ware any panties when she went to visit Annie and now her bushy cunt was revealed as she parted her thighs and hooked her knees up over the arm rests of the chair.
Annie happened to be a cunt lapper. And Veronica delivered her dinner.
Annie returned with the wine and glasses on a tray and grinned in delight when she saw that Veronica had already gotten into position.
They both knew what they wanted and saw no reason to make small talk not when Annie had a much better use for her tongue than talking.
The lithe, dark dressed lovely curled up gracefully on the floor before Veronica's chair. She poured out two glasses of wine, spilling some as her eyes kept sliding sideways, gazing at the take-out snack her friend had fetched her.
They touched glasses and sipped.
Annie licked the rim of her glass. She drank as if getting her tongue limbered up for the exercise ahead of it. Her lips were moist and her dark eyes glowed. She was radiant with anticipation as she prepared to taste the treat she had been waiting for so hungrily all week. Sipping sparkling wine, she gazed at sizzling pussy like a gourmet at a banquet. Veronica had the most delicious cunt that Annie had ever lapped. Her cunt bush was a blonde jungle and her slot streamed below it like a waterfall in a sunlit forest. The tide of pussy nectar broke over the swollen nugget of her clit and her whole crotch was lathered with the seepage. Trickles of pearly juice had seeped down into the crack of her ass.
Veronica tilted her groin up, as if she were serving her on a hairy tray.
"I'm hot for your mouth, Annie," she sighed. Annie licked lightly up the smooth flesh of Veronica's thighs, one and then the other. As she switched across, her nose brushed the woman's clit, making her shudder. More juice gushed from her cunt gash. Annie inhaled, breathing deeply, the perfume of hot pussy making her drool.
But she was in no hurry to feed. When she got a chance to eat out a lovely cunt like Veronica's, Annie liked to linger over a lot of foreplay and then a prolonged suck. Making a cunt cum was the best part of giving head, but the build up was fun, too.
Annie was sexual but she was one-dimensional about the dyking part of her sex life. She was a cunt lapper, pure and simple. She had never even kissed Veronica on the lips or sucked her big tits. She just dove on her pussy and lunched until Veronica creamed off.
Veronica would have been more than happy to suck Annie off, in turn, but the dark-haired cunt-lapper had never asked her to return the favor. Annie was content to satisfy her mouth on a woman and leave her cunt to men.
She licked up to the top of Veronica's thigh, where it joined her crotch. Her tongue flicked up the crease, slurping parallel with her fuck a lot but not making contact yet. Then she licked up the other crease.
With her chin on the edge of the seat, she flicked her tongue out into the crack of Veronica's ass, gathering up the juice that had trickled in. She paused for a sip of wine. Annie raised her knees higher. Her firm haunches rolled up as her voluptuous body hopped. She sipped wine. Her other hand moved down to stroke her girlfriend's cheek.
Annie flicked her tongue against Veronica's swollen clit. She gave it a single lick, and then drew back. Veronica's creamy cunt unfurled and her clit hummed.
Annie licked up each open cunt lip, then dipped her lapper into her slot and, spooned out a mouthful of girl goo. She let it run over her taste buds, whetting her appetite. Then she swallowed the juice and washed it down with wine.
She began to lap Veronica with relish, using only her nimble tongue to begin with. She lapped her slot and cuntlips and clit, pausing to take a sip of wine from time to time, wanting to spend the whole afternoon in the lunchbox of Veronica's loins, before she milked off the cum cream.
Tilting her wrist, she let a little sparkling wine trickle over the blonde woman's clit and into her cunt slot. The bubbly fluid made Veronica's clit tingle.
Annie slurped it from her slot and poured so some more wine into that steaming cunt gash. She licked it up out of the crack of Veronica's up thrust ass as it flowed down there. Then she clamped her lips on Veronica's cunt and began to suck.
"Ahhhhh! Ummmmm!" Veronica sighed.
Annie was the best cunt-sucker that Veronica had ever met -- of either sex. She was skillful and talented and, best of all, utterly enthusiastic.
She put her wine glass down on the floor and held Veronica by the firm cheeks of her ass as she gobbled her cunt with gusto. Her dark head turned like a terrier shaking a wet rat. She was rubbing her whole face round in Veronica's gooey groin, coating herself with cunt-juice from chin to brow. She breathed in the fragrant fumes of that furry furnace, slobbered into the coral-pink slot and then sucked her own saliva back out, flavored by fuck hole.
Veronica jerked her cunt in Annie's avid face, juicing into her lips. Annie's mouth was glued to her cunt-gash like a suction cup on a drain. As she sucked the slot, she shot her tongue in and out of the tunnel of lust, French kissing Veronica's pussy like a bearded mouth.
She drew back, licking her lips and looking at what she was eating. She dove in for a slurp again. She lifted the cheeks of Veronica's ass, raising her groin higher, as if her cunt were a brimming goblet she was draining.
Veronica closed her lush thighs around Annie's head, locking her in a velvet vise. But then she opened her legs wide apart again, giving the devoted cunt-diver free rein to wallow and frolic in her fuck-slot.
Annie's tongue flailed and churned ladled and lashed. She spooned out cunt-juice and gulped it down noisily, purring and sighing with pleasure.
The flow out of Veronica's fuck-box was getting hotter and thicker, richer and more fragrant, as her cunt-cream began to turn to woman cum. She jerked and thrashed, mopping her pussy in Annie's lovely face, Annie sucked and tongued, moaning and whimpering in cunt lapper's ecstasy.
"Cum, cum!" Annie whispered, hot to drink it. Her lips moved on Veronica's pussy as she panted the word right up into her smoldering clit.
Veronica arched and bowed, grinding her groin into Annie's avid face and working her lush hips like pistons. Her pretty face was twisted by passion, turning from side to side in a cascade of blonde hair. Her eyes were narrowed lustfully, her lips parted and panting.
Waves of joy shot across her belly and ran electrically up her trembling thighs. The waves came faster and higher, each one rushing upon the one before, beginning to merge into one tidal crest of sensation.
"Oh! Ohhhh, drink me!" she cried.
Her clit exploded in Annie's worshipful lips and the core of her cunt melted. Juice swirled out in a pearly flood. It was nectar and ambrosia to Annie, and she gulped it greedily down.
Veronica peaked, ebbed, and peaked again, draining off into Annie's mouth in a series of spasms. Annie mouthed her through her cumming enthusiastically. Her tongue worked like a vibrator on Veronica's cunt and her lips sucked like a vacuum cleaner on her open cunt slot.
Veronica surged to the highest crest and clung there, her whole curvaceous body trembling as if a high voltage current was coursing into her sex socket via Annie's tongue plug. Shuddering, she descended from the horny heights and lay back, panting, in the chair. Annie lapped up the seepage delicately, gathering goo that had run down into the crack of Veronica's ass and trickled from her inner thighs. When she had licked up all the lather, she sat back and smiled dreamily. She poured them both another glass of the sparkling wine. Veronica stayed as she was, with her skirt up it over her hips and haunches. They had become creatures of habit on these Friday afternoon sessions and Annie generally gave her visitor head several times, resting and having a drink before they started again.
"I feel really hungry today," she remarked. "It's all you can eat," Veronica said, grinning. Then, with a speculative look the blonde added, "You know, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to sit in the chair for a little while, Annie. I'd suck your cunt, too."
But the dark haired girl simply shrugged, not really interested in the other half of oral sex. The girl was strictly mouth oriented as far as lesbian love was concerned.
"If you really want to do me a favor, Veronica, how about spending the night? Pd just love to wake up in bed with you and have breakfast from your cunt."
"I can't stay, honey. I've got a husband and daughter at home, you know. How would I explain it?"
A flash of annoyance showed in Annie's dark eyes.
"You just use me," she said.
Wide eyed and surprised, Veronica said, "Use you? I give you what you want."
"Well, yes but not enough of it. I mean, I just love our Friday afternoons. But shit, I got a fucking tongue the rest of the week, too."
Now, feeling unjustly accused, Veronica was starting to become irked. She was also a bit annoyed because Annie didn't show any interest in getting eaten out, as well. Veronica liked to plate pussy, too.
"Well, maybe you better find another girl friend if I don't feed you enough," she snapped.
"Maybe I just fucking will!" Annie snapped. They glared at each other. It was rather a silly argument, but neither wanted to back down. "Shall I leave now, then? So you can go pick up same girl who'd sleep with you?" Veronica asked.
"Maybe you should," Annie snarled.
Veronica stood up and pulled her skirt down.
She was flushed angrily. How frustrating it was.
She had been looking forward, as usual, to getting her cunt sucked off three or four times before she went home to her happy family. One creaming, nice, as it had been, was not enough. Annie felt frustrated, as well. To that voracious gash gobbler, single sucking was only an appetizer and her tongue was hotter now than it had been before.
She got up and walked Veronica to the door. They paused, looking at each other. Either of them could have ended the distasteful situation by a word or gesture. All that Veronica would have had to do was to pull her skirt up and smile and all that Annie would have needed to do would be to show the blonde her wet tongue.
But neither relented.
"Shall I come over next Friday?" Veronica asked.
"Unless I have someone else here," Annie said.
"Suit yourself," Veronica said. "I don't give a shit what you do."
With a disdainful toss of her head, the blonde woman walked out on her lesbian lover. Annie slammed the door.
Bitch! She thought.
Yet she knew it was as much her fault as Veronica's. She should have at lent waited until she had eaten her fill before she provoked a disagreement. Now she was all alone and horny as hell. The thought of going out and finding some other woman was inviting, but it wasn't that easy.
Annie never frequented lesbian bars, hating to be pawed by dykes and not at all interested in going to bed with some deviate who would want to go down on her cunt or fuck her with a dildo. Annie preferred normal, feminine women who would spread for her face and more. Yet it was a tricky situation. It would be embarrassing as hell to offer to give a girl head and be rejected and spurned as a dyke. And since her affair with Veronica had begun, she had lost contact with the women she had sucked off in the past.
Well, she would play it by ear. She'd put sexy clothing on and go on the prowl and if she was lucky enough to meet a woman willing to get tongue fucked it would be great. If not, she could always pick up some guy.
Being bi-sexual had its advantages.
The sultry, raven-haired beauty went to her bedroom and began to get dressed for the hunt. She put on bikini panties and a sexy garter belt and dark silk stockings. She admired her shapely body in the mirror, licking her lips suggestively to calculate the impression that oral gesture would have on a stranger man or woman.
She was still wearing only her underwear when the doorbell rang.
Thinking that Veronica had relented and returned, Annie ran eagerly to the door, bare tits bobbling. But when she opened the door, it wasn't Veronica standing on the steps at all.
It was Veronica's handsome husband. And Annie didn't have to bother to go out.