Blush

Maria's bossiness drained out of her in the face of Lois Lane's lesbian speech. The reporter's heart pounded, feeling that edge that came upon her whenever she faced a true challenge. While she knew intellectually that her new attraction to women was a result of the strange kryptonite, now that Lois was actually face-to-face with a pussy, she was going to put all of her heart and soul into eating it as well as she could.

"You...you talk a good game," Maria said, face flushed, staring between her knees. "But don't think I...I...ai-ai-ai!"

The reporter had buried her face in Maria's bush. Her lips latched onto the woman's clitoris like a third nipple and began to suck, tongue twiddling over the rapidly swelling little love button. Maria was reduced to wordless panting, and Lois began to let her lower lip and tongue slid down and up, down and up, licking and sucking, keeping the pressure on that clit while also tasting those tangy, sour juices. There were traces of unfamiliar flavors there...salt, urine, and the oddly dry taste of human skin. The reporter ignored the little hairs that stuck in her mouth, letting her mouth slid down lower and lower, until she was covering almost the whole slit, her tongue diving between the hot folds, searching for the love tunnel...and finding it.

"Oh God damn!" Maria's thighs quaked as the reporter's tongue swirled around the tight little entrance to her cunt proper, buried among her folds. Somehow, the flavors weren't disgusting to Lois. They reminded her of her own taste, when she was young and had tried sticking a finger in her pussy and then her mouth, just to figure out what it tasted like. The thought of Maria doing something like that sent a pulse of heat down between the naked reporter's loins, and she pushed her tongue in further, searching for her g-spot.

In the observation booth, Mercy Graves carefully checked the recording equipment. Things were going well...very well. Lois Lane was licking Maria's pussy like a dog trying to get the last peanut butter out of the jar.

"Subject is responding well," Lex Luthor. "I think it's time we move onto the second stage testing."

"Sir?" Mercy said. "I thought you said trying another type of red kryptonite while a subject is already under the influence of one could cause secondary effects and mutations?"

"Indeed," the bald head shined, damp with perspiration under the lights of the observation booth. Luthor watched the reporter's head bob up and down, naked ass waving in the air. "Which should make this an interesting experiment. Now deploying..."