Sniff My Cunt

The young woman grabbed the reporter's head and roughly brought it down to the reporter's face, until Maria's clitoris was nearly going up Lois Lane's nose.

"Sniff that cunt! If you're going to be a proper dyke, you need to learn to love the smell of pussy."

Taken aback by the **** of Maria's hands and language, Lois found herself breathing in deeply, sucking in sweet scent of the pussy before her. There was nothing of fishiness to it—Maria was fleshly washed—just the animal scent of clean skin, with the slight musty, musky odor of the pussy, a touch of sweat.

"Touch yourself!" Maria ordered. "I know lesbian sluts that can cream themselves just breathing in my used panties. I want you to start getting off on my scent right now."

Lois hesitated...but reassured herself that maybe a little positive association would be good to get her used to being around other women's genitalia. So she reached down between her legs, fingers rubbing up and down her slit as she closed her eyes and breathed in Maria's scent.

"That's it. That's a good slut. You want that pussy, don't you? Want to know what it tastes like. To feel those hot folds squish your tongue. Taste my girl juices in your mouth. Running down your throat. Picking my pubic hair out of your fucking teeth. Until your jaw goes numb and your tongue hangs out of your mouth, worn out from all the orgasms you've given me..."

A small sound came out of Lois Lane's mouth, her lips pressed directly against the young woman's labia, so that Lois could feel the heat of the crotch on her face. It was like a kind of mewling whine, an eager puppy sound, waiting patiently for her treat. Lois Lane was huffing in the scent of the pussy, feeling something dribble against her lips, her own fingers moving faster up and down her slit, starting to circle her clit.

"Not bad, you dyke slut," Maria said, when she saw the reporter almost snorting up her pubic hair, nose buried in the little strip above the clitoris. "Maybe we'll make a rugmuncher of you yet."