Dear Diary,
I visited Factory O again last night. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since my last visit, when four girls worked my pussy raw. I got a new paycheck and decided to quench my thirst for another big orgasm (or maybe some more!) at Factory O.

As I was showering off in the locker room, a mandatory practice at Factory O, I looked around and realized how busy it was. Naturally, I was excited because that meant I got to look at a variety of women during shower time. I loved to watch other women touch their pussies in the shower; it was one of my favorite parts of Factory O. Last night,
though, was different. As I was rinsing my hair, glancing around at the women in the room, I felt someone else’s fingers run along my clit and between my pussy lips!

Startled, I spun around to see a forty something year old woman with dark curly hair and a pudgy body facing me, looking at me lustily. “I’ve been watching you here for weeks and tonight i just have to have you.” She said to me. I was stunned, but somehow intrigued. She took me to a massage parlor in the back rooms of Factory O and locked the door. Still wet, she pushed my slippery body onto the vinyl massage bed. Kneeling down on the ground, she spread my legs and buried her face in my pussy, hungrily eating it, lapping my lips and sucking my juices. After she got me hot and bothered, sucking my clit, she came up for air and sat down next to me on the bed, facing me. “Look, my cunt is throbbing,” she said, opening her legs to reveal a pussy that was lightly topped with curly, but neat, pubic hair. Her outer lips were pudgy, like her belly, but inner lips still poked through. She was right, her pussy was swollen and pink, begging to be serviced. Her clit was large, but not alarmingly so, and white juices ran down from her puckering vagina. “Please,” she begged, “Please lick my clit.” Intrigued, I obliged, taking small laps of her swollen button. Despite how throbbing it was, it was still squishy and wrinkly underneath my tongue. I flicked it with the tip of my tongue back and forth, eliciting moans from this stranger in the locker room. I took the length of my tongue and ran it along her clitoris, afterwards, I licked it in circles, blowing deep breaths of hot air onto her trembling cunt. “Ohhhhhhhh” she moaned, and I came up.

She gave me a wicked smile and asked, “Ever tribbed before?” I told her I’d heard of tribbing on the Internet, but never tried it myself, though I’d wanted to. She laid me on my back and spread my legs. “Close your eyes,” she said, “and imagine something hot, wet, and squishy pressing hard against your open pussy. Imagine a the tickle of a little sticky pubic hair on your wet lips. Imagine rubbing a mass of hot, very squishy tissue against your clit, and locking your cunt lips with someone else’s.” With that description, I was in. She straddled me and lowered her vulva over mine. The moment our pussy lips locked, it was magic. Her lips were in between mine, and mine were jn between hers. She began to grind her hips back and forth, giving my cunt a lap dance. Our juices squished and slurped as we tribbed on the massage bed. The pressure of her being on top was amazing, and the juice flowing from her vagina electrified my clit. Feeling her lips run, slippery, back and forth in between mine was heaven. We rubbed together like this for what seemed like forever, moaning in ecstasy. She ground her hips in circles, tangling our inner lips in each other and soaking them in a pool of juices. “Oh yeah, ride my pussy,” I told her. “I like your juice on my vagina” She said “I want your clit on my clit.” She spread her lips to reveal her large, squishy clit again, and I spread mine to reveal my red button. She lowered herself once again and our pussies were against each other and completely open, our lips spread wide and our clits kissing. “Ready?” She asked, and her pendulous tits swang back and forth as she ground her clit against mine. I screamed in pleasure and involuntarily, my hips too started to grind. Occasionally, she would move her pussy high up on mine, to deposit extra sticky juice onto my clit from her vaginal opening. In turn, she’d drag her pussy down, using her clit and clitoral hood to scoop up some of my juices. She told me “Feel the pulsing of my clit on yours! Feel my big pussy squish all over yours!” After only a few minutes of this clit-on-clit humping, this stranger and I were both wracked with orgasms. Our hips bucked wildly and our pussies slipped against each other, each slip, slide, and drop of juice making the orgasm stronger. We came and came and came, soaking the massage table and each other with juices.

By now, our cunts felt suctioned together, and as we pulled them apart, strings of sticky juices hung between them and each of our holes were twitching and puckering in the aftershocks of orgasm.

Without another word, she and I left the massage room, and I went home, saving my money and leaving my mystery sex partner in the locker room at Factory O