Right now, there is a lot of political blow-back about the anti-abortion defunding of cancer screening. Hey--but lesbians don't have much problem with getting pregnant anyway. What all women resent...is men dictating our rights, sticking their nose (among other thing) into our business.
I am talking about the biggest fund raiser on the planet, and an amazing display of feminine unity. It's also a lofty goal--20 miles a day. Many people have relatives or been personally effected by breast cancer. This is why we go the distance to fund raise and show sisterly solidarity. Of course, sadly, lesbians get cancer too. We women are together on this, each doing what she can. We are optimistic that someday, we can prevent or cure this cancer.
Have you ever seen that huge pink tent just past the half way point? You may have even stopped in there, never suspecting.
I could get in a lot of trouble for making this public information, but I am one of the 'servicers' at the cancer walk. I know first hand, or should I say 'first mouth'? What a great place to meet lesbians! If the conservatives hear about this one, they will destroy a force for social good.
In the main tent, there are cases of bottled water, pink Gatorade, and pink T-shirts, caps and other merchandise. There is a medical area, which is mainly dedicated to injured feet and heat stress. In our event city, we've got a second tent... a VIP tent with secret activities. That's where I volunteer. I am a pussy licker/ 'servicer'. I am happy to do my part for a worthy charity and deserving women.
The glare of the media is putting it all at risk. By next year, I predict the pink VIP-servicing tent will be gone. It is what helped raise so much money.
There are 4 of us and we work in teams in one hour shifts. I have a pierced tongue with a tongue ball. Gotta love that! I get 'em off quick and strong. I can handle about 12 women an hour. Any more and my tongue might cramp up. I drink electrolyte liquids like the racers do.
My name is Genevieve. I have short raven hair, and a cute face, with plump kissable lips. My sultry eyes and curvy figure make me a lovely lesbian, though slightly soft-emo.
About an hour and half minutes after the race starts, the fastest runners pass the tent, but few stop by. The next hour brings the joggers, and they're the prettiest, slimmest group. My tongue isn't tired yet, and this is the golden hour.
Of course we have clean towels to freshen up first, but truthfully...I love the sweaty salty taste of a woman's pussy. I have a procedure I go with, modified depending how a woman responds.
The first woman came in. She is the wife of our Congressman, and a closet lesbian. She is also smoking hot! What a body! She is a former model, with a classically beautiful face. She is tall, about 5'6", without an ounce of fat. She is a little flat in the chest, but her tight butt and muscled legs more than compensate.
Even sweaty, she smelled nice. She came in wearing a very stylish jogging suit and tiny jogging bra. She had just gotten our famous foot massage in the other tent.
She came into my booth with a nervous smile. She stood waiving her pony tail back and forth. "Hello," I said, "I'm Genevieve. I am going to be helping you today in the servicing tent. Did you jog the whole way today?"
"Damn right! I want to earn my pleasure, sweetheart," she responded. "Now I am ready to relax."
"Do you want tongue or vibrator?" I boldly asked.
"Tongue," she purred. "Nothing beats the soft touch of a real woman."
"Here is a Teri-cloth robe, darling. Please disrobe and sit in the chair, and then I will be back in 60 seconds." I blew her a kiss.
We have a special reclining chair with an opening at the legs to allow complete access to lick the ladies' pussy. There is a soft foam cushion for our knees.
When I returned, she was wearing the robe, sitting in the chair as instructed. Even before I kneeled down in front of her, she opened her legs and smiled at me.
"You are very pretty," I told her. "The weather is perfect today, too."
I like to talk to the women as foreplay. It keeps things running smoothly. I knelt down to begin. My own pussy got wet just looking at her slim tan body. "What a lovely pussy." I complimented her.
I reached up to her breasts and softly stroked one. I kissed her upper stomach tenderly and then trailed down a few more to her waist. I brought up my hands to dance across her upper legs and trimmed pubic hair. I lightly ran my palm over her slit. She gave me her first response with a soft, "Mmm".
