Lick

Lois lowered her face toward Maria's folds. Felt her cheeks brush against the young woman's thighs. Breathed in that womanly scent, feeling both Maria and herself shudder with anticipation. Butterflies fluttered in the reporter's belly. She stood on a precipice to a new experience, something she had never dreamed she might want...and yet...here she was.

Tongue out, Lois began to lick.

It was different than she had imagined during Maria's little lesson. The taste of sweat and vaginal secretions in the soft pink folds was tangy, unexpected...although Lois wasn't sure what she had expected. It wasn't unpleasant though, and her tongue crept across the young woman's labia in slow arcs, delving into little crevices, exploring the unknown territory.

This close, Lois realized she couldn't see what she was licking. It was like holding an ice cream cone up to your face, the pussy was right there, huge in her vision, but her mouth was just out of sight, so the reporter was working by touch and taste, letting her tongue slide up and down, swashing over the clitoris in its little cave like the keystone of an arch, and then back down the other side.

Maria's breathing deepened. The reporter could hear the excitement in her voice as her tongue dipped downwards, to that small bridge of flesh that separated pussy and ass, the sensitive little vertex...and then back up again, this time running her tongue along the inner edge. The taste was different here, the surface smoother, wetter...not the grain of skin, but the soft membrane inside the pussy, slightly acid, wet with its own juices.

Lois explored further, pushing her face a little deeper as Maria used her fingers to spread her labia wide. The air was warm and close, the scent and taste of the young woman coming to Lois in each breath, heat radiating off the pussy. The reporter's tongue swept over the slick flesh, feeling Maria shudder as the tip crossed over the urethra for a brief moment, and dipped down, down, down...

The tip of Lois' tongue followed the young woman's internal geography to a muscular wall, soft but strong, an internal ring with a promise of depth, and the reporter knew she had come to the vagina itself, the entrance to the birth canal, the warm wet fuckhole where a straight woman would beg for a cock...and Lois squirmed, feeling her own cunt hot and wet between her legs, but not at the thought of a dick...she wanted to own this pussy, to penetrate it, to make this woman squeal and squirm and squeeze her head in the vice of her thighs...

"Now," Maria's voice came from afar, voice thick and panting. "L-lesson n-number two..."