Be Proactive

Passivity had never been in Lois Lane's nature. When she had kissed a boy the first time, it was on her terms. When she had lost her virginity, it had been on her own terms, with herself making the first move and the last. The first man to try and stick his cock in her ass, she had broken three of his fingers just to send the message home that what happened to her body was up to her, and no one else.

While her sexuality may have done a sudden about-face, Lois Lane remained herself.

The reporter's hand came up, cupping Maria's cunt. The warm, puffy vulva filled her hand, the slit a hot wet line along her palm, the base of her thumb rubbing gently against the younger woman's clit—but not so gently that Lois Lane's first lesbian lover-to-be didn't gasp in shock.

Lois moved forward, hungry mouth latching onto a nipple. She had liked to play with men's nipples, the little nubs so sensitive, so fun to tease when erect. But women's nipples were bigger, their breasts puffier, heavier, with that soft, clean smell that the reporter liked.

"W-wow!" Maria said, suddenly taken aback. "Slow down! Take it easy, take it..."

The reporter's left hand grabbed the back of Maria's right knee and drew it up, sending the young woman onto her back on the floor. Lois Lane was on her in a minute, remembering her old wrestling moves...but this wasn't that kind of wrestling. No points, no holds, just...skin on skin, assuming the right position.

Which in this case involved Lois Lane's pussy rubbing against the woman's face, the reporter's body laid out over the young woman's her hands spreading apart those meaty thighs so that she could gain access to her prize: Maria's unprotected pussy. It quivered as though afraid of what Lois would do with it...and Lois licked her lips, suddenly **** to know what a woman tasted like.

"How goes the project? Luthor asked, from the control room.Mercy Graves slipped her hands out of her pants, eyes still on the screen.

"Good!" She said, face flushed. "Very good. Exactly as we hoped."

Luthor stared at the biometric data, frankly ignoring the scene of the Daily Planet's greatest reporter eating her first pussy.

"Adequate. Let's go to stage two."

Mercy gulped. "Y-yes sir! Which type of Kryptonite should we expose her to?"