Eat The Pussy

A dark, guilty thrill went through Lois at the warm, quivering quim before her. It was insane—a dream, a fantasy, an hallucination—but whatever it was, at the moment it seemed real.

"I can do anything I want," Lois murmured, drawing her mouth so close she could see the wet folds glisten, the little bumps where the hair should have been. "Did you shave or wax? The reporter wondered aloud, her breath causing the folds of the labia to quaver. "If I kept this book out for a month, would you grow a bush?"

Lois grinned at the thought, then gathered herself. Part of her had already known what she was going to do. The temptation was just too great. You don't steal your mother's vibrator and not use it.

Using her thumbs, the reporter carefully spread the labia out, until the darker edges of the skinfolds touched the vellum of the page. The bright pink depths revealed reminded Lois of an anatomy textbook—there the urethra, there the opening to the vagina, the clitoris hiding in its hood—ah, but how different it all was in the flesh! A drawing could never capture that smell...the depth...the way the soft, fleshy walls pulsed gently where the blood moved through veins.

Lois stuck out her tongue, suddenly unsure where to start. She had never eaten a woman out before. So she began by dipping her tongue into those wet depths. The reporter aimed for the hot canal, the point of her tongue slipping past the inner folds, feeling the edges of the soft walls, the damp heat on her mouth and cheeks as she lowered her face down deep, pressing it into the pussy, tongue delving into the tight canal.

At first, it didn't taste like anything in particular. Lois was too focused on the warmth and tightness as the living cunt beneath her tightened on her tongue, as if sucking on it. Slowly, the reporter became aware of subtler flavors...salt, just a little, and a not-unpleasant bitterness like the dregs of a glass of wine, a slight hint of ammonia...and above all that musky, feminine odor, coming to Lois now from both her nose and mouth, that seemed to fill her head completely.

The reporter swirled her tongue around in the depths, careful not to bite or scratch with her teeth...and ended up pressing her lips against the pussy and forming a seal, sucking gently, as though deep kissing a lover.

Liquid flowed into Lois' mouth, warm and viscous, and the pussy shivered under her ministrations. An obscene burst of dark pride flashed through Lois' mind.

I'm a natural at eating pussy! The reporter chuckled to herself. Now...