A submissive girl makes a confident assertion to her friends, who set out to test her tongue.
“All women taste different, you know,” Aya said, blushing.
Her two friends giggled from across the table, each sipping their own glasses of wine.
“Do they now,” Bea replied.
Aya blushed harder, wondering again how this topic of conversation came up. She liked being teased, and her friends knew it.
“Do you think you could tell us apart?” Sierra asked. She arched a perfect eyebrow at her flushed friend.
What answer could she give? “Of course,” Aya said confidently. Inwardly, though, her racing heart didn’t match her bold words.
The two women looked at each other and giggled. “I think we had better do a taste test, Aya.”
“A taste test?”
“Yeah, a blind taste test!” Sierra clapped her hands together. “Oh, this is going to be fun. Go get something to use as a blindfold; I’m sure you have something around here.”
Aya slid off the kitchen stool and returned momentarily with a black satin blindfold, again wondering how she managed to get herself into these situations. And yet, when she handed it over to her grinning friends, she couldn’t help but notice how wet her pussy had become.
Which, of course, just made her blush harder.
Bea and Sierra stood up, and each dragged her panties down her long legs. Aya watched with barely-concealed lust.
“There,” Bea said, fastening the blindfold around Aya’s head. “Now you kneel down, and see if you can guess whose pussy is whose.”
Aya knelt obediently, feeling her blush deeper underneath the satin. She heard shuffling in front of her, and soon the bare, warm skin of pussy was pressed against her mouth. The smell was light and musky, and she pressed her tongue between the folds.
A small gasp escaped from the woman above her.
…Was it Sierra, or Bea? Aya wasn’t sure, but she took that opportunity to snake her wet tongue further into her crevices. The taste was like an under-ripe peach, tart with the promise of sweetness. She licked gently around the swelling clit, running little circles around it.
The woman moaned softly and wound her fingers through Aya’s hair, holding her firmly against her body. Droplets of liquid gathered between her lips, and the woman’s hips bucked with the continued ministrations.
As her tongue continued to work, Aya could hear the increasingly shallow breathing of the woman above her. As she ground herself against Aya’s soft mouth, she could feel the woman tense and quiver. A drop of slimy fluid flowed onto Aya’s tongue, and she swirled it around her mouth, trying to discern the different flavors.
Musky, yes. Tangy, yes. Like eating a fruity dessert with a bitten lip.
Aya stuck out her tongue to capture the last of that nectar, and the woman shuddered.
Soon another pussy pushed against her lips. This one had a line of delicate hair down the center, and Aya traced her mouth down that line to the moist center. The taste of the second woman was definitely different: more like oysters plucked fresh from the sea.
As her tongue explored the dewy skin, the woman spread her legs and pushed Aya’s head down lower. From this vantage point, Aya could dip into her creamy hole, eliciting a moan from above.
It was so hard to tell, even with the little noises that they were making.
This pussy was much slipperier. It dripped and drooled as Aya fucked it slowly with her tongue. The woman moaned again, rubbing herself over Aya’s glistening lips and spreading her slickness all over her face.
Her senses were overwhelmed by the smell and taste.
It was briny and slightly metallic, like she could almost taste the blood flowing so close to the surface, swelling the woman above her with desire. Aya found the clit and sucked, as she drew in a deep breath through her nose.
There was something very close to the scent of vanilla, on top of ocean and copper.
She swirled her tongue around the engorged bud. Her friend murmured and gasped as a deluge of wetness sprayed all over Aya’s open, eager mouth. As she lapped at her wet slit, the woman shrieked and showered her with another splash of that intoxicating pussy juice.
This time, Aya didn’t need to roll it around her tongue; it coated every surface in her mouth. The saline, heavy flavor of the second woman was inescapable.
Aya could feel her own cunt pulse in response to the two orgasms she had just given. “Can I take off my blindfold?” she asked tentatively. Even the words tasted like pussy.
There was more shuffling in front of her.
“Yeah,” said Bea, sounding sleepy and satisfied. “That’s fine.”
Aya took the blindfold off and blinked in the newly-bright lights of the kitchen. Her face was cool from the drying wetness slathered all over it.
Both Bea and Sierra sat around her kitchen table, sipping their wine and looking only slightly worse for the wear. Sierra fanned herself as tiny beads of sweat glistened along her hairline. Both women looked pleased.
“So, could you really taste a difference?” Sierra asked.
Aya smiled. “Definitely.”
“So which one is which?”
“Hmm,” Aya waffled, biting her lip.
Although they did taste different, she had no way of telling who was who.
Her heart began to race, and she could feel the blush creeping up her cheeks again.
“You were so confident in your abilities, before you started.” Bea took another sip of wine.
This only caused Aya to blush harder.
“She’s so cute when she gets all flustered like this, you know?” Sierra said, grinning.
Bea grinned back. “She is. What do you think her punishment should be, if she gets it wrong?”
“More practice, I think.”
Bea and Sierra giggled and turned to Aya. “So which is it? Tell us whose pussy was whose.”
“Umm,” Aya started, staring at the wood grain of the table. She knew she had a fifty-fifty chance of getting it right.
Or wrong.
Not that spending more time between the legs of her two friends was a terrible proposition.
She sucked on her bottom lip, savoring the taste of pussy juice splattered there. “I think it was… um. Sierra first, then Bea.”
Bea frowned playfully. “Sorry, babe. Wrong guess.”
“Let’s go lay down for the next round, though. I don’t think I can cum standing up again,” Sierra giggled. She reached out for Aya’s hand and grasped it. “Come on, we’ll teach you whose pussy is whose, don’t worry.”
Bea followed them down the hall. “Yeah, we’ll let you get more acquainted with our… unique tastes.”
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