The Patented Clitoral Nose Rub

Lois Lane's thumbs held Circe's labia splayed open against her thighs, the exposed pink pussy right there in the reporter's face. The reporter took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the sorceress—womanly, none of the fishy odor that Lois had half-expected—and something almost like olive oil and lavender, which must be some kind of perfume.

She had never tried to pleasure a woman orally before, but there was a first time for everything. Lois remembered the sort of things she like...and dipped her small, straight nose into the pink cleft, raising it up until the bridge of it was rubbing against Circe's clitoris. That put the rest of the reporter's mouth rather low compared to the pussy as a whole, and Lois had to stretch out her tongue to run it along the bottom of the other woman's twat.

There was no word or shiver of appreciation from Circe, but in the darkness Lois could hear the woman's breath quicken a little. The reporter tilted her face a little, causing her nose to rub against the clit, her tongue to dip a little deeper into the pussy. Carefully, slowly, cautiously Lois began to gently nod her head, face moving up and down, stimulating clit and cunt in turn.

The taste of Circe's cunt was different that Lois expected too. The olive oil flavor was stronger...and not just any olive oil, but the good virgin oil that had that slightly peppery afterfinish to it, at once salty and spicy. As Lois got into the groove of her nodding, she let her nose rub a little hard, let her tongue probe deeper. Not going for speed, but for slow, constant stimulation.

Above her, the sorceress was breathing a little harder still. Lois brought her hands up to the woman's thighs, running her nails gently down from hip to knee...and then she let her thumbs run down the muscles, squeezing slightly, pressing in...the taste changed, a little more like a ripe cheese, and Lois thought she was doing well. So she slid her hands around to Circe's back and ran her nails down that soft ass...bigger than Lois Lane's, but less firm, the reporter could feel the slight sag at the back of Circe's buttocks where they ran into the thighs.

The clit was hard against the reporter's nose now, and she began to speed up her nodding, pressing her nose harder against the sensitive nub, rubbing her face into that wide-open cunt, tongue starting to circle the little tunnel inside of Circe whenever it got close enough to do so. The thighs began to quiver, just slightly, and Lois grabbed that ass and squeezed, mashing that cunt against her face...so hard and violent that Circe gave off a little gasp...and Lois became aware of a roar of wind...