"How'd it go?" I asked as Candy came into the room, but I could see it had gone very well: There was a bounce in her stride, her clothes were wrinkled (and maybe stained?), her hair disheveled. A happy smile lit her face.
"So much fucking fun!" She said. "So much fucking, so much fun." She threw herself onto my lap, half-turned to hug and face me. "This was one of your best ideas yet." She kissed me deeply, open-mouthed, with tongue.
The idea was something I called Free Use Friday. I had challenged her to spend the day with her body available for the use of anyone who wanted it (within reason. She needed to feel safe, but the idea was to default to "yes, right now" if propositioned in any way) "Tell me what happened?"
She squirmed into a more comfortable position and said,"I went to the gym, as you know. There's this old woman they call Lu that works out like a beast every morning, early. I don't know if I've told you about her?"
I shook my head.
"Well, she's one of those wiry little people who're tough and energetic and could be anywhere from sixty to a hundred. And you know lots of women in the gym kinda stay covered up, they wear underwear and even bras, or wrap themselves in a towel on the way to the shower, some even bring a robe. I should have guessed something about her, because she walks around naked as a jay bird, carrying the towel in her hand. Some of those little cheerleader hotties do that shit, but this old bitch is wiry as fuck with skin like leather.
"Anyway, she asked why I was wearing the skirt, and I'm like, I don't give a fuck if I shock the old lady, so I said, 'it's free fuck Friday, check it out, and I hiked up the front of the skirt to show her I don't have anything on underneath.' She didn't turn away or act shocked. She kinda stared at my bare pussy and moved toward me and said, 'What in heavens is free fuck Friday?'
"I said, 'I'm open for pleasure, if you know what I mean. Anybody who wants can use me.'
"'Anybody?' She moved closer and her hand went out to grab the front of the skirt and keep me from pulling it back down. And I realized that of course she's a lez.
"So right away the free use concept gets put to the test. My hands are on the skirt above my hips and hers is holding it in between, She's moving in closer and reaching her other hand up between my thighs. I took a deep breath, pulled the skirt even higher and said, 'Yes, anybody.' I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her in. Her hand cupped my mound and she began to gently massage the outside of my pussy. Her other hand slid around my hip up under the skirt. 'What do you want?' I asked.
"I haven't eaten meat this fresh in a decade,' she said. 'Lie down on the bench.'
"I was a little nervous. 'What if someone comes in?'
"'If they want to join in, well, it's free fuck Friday for you. If they want to watch, let'em. If they don't, they can walk away, and if they complain, you'll probably be fucking Kevin later.'"
I interrupted, "Who's Kevin."
"He's the facilities manager at the gym. I'd fuck him if it came to that. But it never did.
"I laid on the bench and Lu bent over me and went down like a diving duck. Fifty, sixty years of rug munching you learn a thing or two, I guess. She pushed her lips against my mound right at the top of the slit, and darted her tongue out at it. Yeah, right there like that--"
The last part was a reference to what I was doing with my hand. I'd worked it up under her skirt and was holding the area and squeezing gently. As her story continued, I emulated the action as best I could with my fingers standing in for the old lesbian's tongue.
"My pussy opened a little and she rolled her head side to side, putting pressure on the top, and stuck her tongue farther out and farther into me, sliding it across my lips and clit.
"I pressed my feet into the floor and arched my pelvis up in rhythm with her rolling lips and slashing tongue. I was already panting.
"On one of my upward pushes, she slid her hands under my butt and held me there, bending lower to push her mouth against all of my now-spread pussy. Her tongue worked upward, flicking the underside of my clit and pushing it up against her down-pressing lip. She always seemed to know, even better than you, no offense, exactly how much pressure was right."
"Is this right?" I asked. My first two fingers were inside her, lightly pressing and flicking up and forward. My thumb moved side to side atop her mound.
"Yeah, uh, yeah. You, uh, do have a sweet touch.
"So, uh, yeah, do that. Anyway, it didn't take much of that for me to ooze juice like I do, you know?"
I knew. I'd tasted my share of her oozing juice in the past. If this session went the way I wanted it to, I'd be tasting more soon.
"Her hands under my ass are pushing me up, and her face is rolling like she's trying to shove it inside me, and her tongue keeps flicking. I planted my feet on the floor and humped up into her. Before you know it I'm moaning, 'fuck yesss, eat that cunt, rugmuncher. Lick me like a bitch. Oh you sweet cuntsucker!' I shuddered and flopped. "She held my ass in her hands and munched like she was hogging a watermelon. "Finally I had to push my hands against her head. she let me lie, stood up, licked her lips and looked down at me. 'That's one sweet pussy, honey.' I said, 'Fuck, you sure know how to eat it. Forget free friday, you can go down on me anytime you want.' Then she asked, 'How free is this free friday?' 'What do you mean?' 'I mean one good turn deserves another. Isn't it time for you to lick my pussy?' You'd be proud of me; I didn't hesitate to say yes. Fuck yes, right there, don't stop now, just like that, uh uh uh." She came on my hand.
When the time was right I stopped moving, but my two fingers stayed up inside her as she picked up her story.
"Old Lu, remember she walks around naked. I'm lying on the bench and she's down past my feet and she just straddles up and waddles forward. I can see her cunt flaps sagging open and a little pussy juice gleaming in there, and she squats right down onto my mouth.
"I started licking like my life depended on it, trying to remember what she'd done to me that felt so good. I'm flicking her clit with my tongue, poking it up into her hole, dashing and darting it around, you know?
"She puts a hand on top of my head and one on the bench above the top of my head and started rolling me up against herself, squatting down onto me like I said. I guess I did okay. Before you know it, she's grunting and coming, mashing my nose against herself. I swear there were tears in my eyes and I thought my nose might be broken when she climbed off me. 'Thanks, dear. That was lovely," she said, and just walked away."
*****
"Then what?" I asked.
"I checked the mirror. My face was all flushed and shiny with her juice. I thought about washing up, but I figured it could pass for sweat and effects of a workout--"
"It kinda was."
"So I left it on there. I liked the nastiness factor of going out and sucking and fucking with pussy juice all over my face. I went into the gym, and guess who was there? Ben and Jerry."
