Can I Lick Your Pussy?

Something warm and went slithered the length of the reporter's slit, and Lois gave out an almost instinctive sigh. It had been a long time since anyone had ran a tongue along her pussy, but it wasn't the sort of sensation you forgot. Just the wet lips slurping at her cunt brought back happy memories of other lovers, other times when she had been alone with someone in the dark...

Lois Lane bit her lip and closed her eyes. She wasn't even mad at Angelica Blaze for taking advantage of her momentary mental rumination. There was something nice about being...pursued. Wanted. Besides, it was just oral sex. Nothing too far. And it wasn't like Lois was licking cunt. She wasn't a lesbian.

As the young woman lapped at her slit, Lois tried to pick up the thread of her thoughts.

Missing women. Magic. River of jizz. Underground. Okay, local news reports the last week or so. Spike in prostitution busts in Suicide Slum in the crime section. Health & Living desk was reporting a baby boom—record number of pregnancies registered at Metropolis General Hospital. More sightings of superheroines and female supervillains the last few weeks too. Wasn't there something going on at the Metropolis Museum of History?

Lois felt herself panting. Angelica was really digging in now, tongue stretching deep inside her pussy, then up and over her taint to lick her ass. The reporter shivered, unable to suppress a shudder—none of her lovers had ever done that before. A little part of her worried about health effects, going back and forth between pussy and ass...but it felt so good that she wasn't going to complain. Not yet, anyway.

Museum of History...yeah. Artifacts from an ancient shipwreck in the Mediterranean. Relics of a fertility or fire cult. They remodeled a wing to look like an ancient temple, some god or demon...

Mentally, Lois tried to calculate where the warehouse was in relation to the museum. If the street was north-south...then this rive of jizz would be running east-west...

...from the sewers under Suicide Slum straight toward the Museum.

As her thighs began to quiver uncontrollably, the hot little tongue flicking at her clit, Lois Lane could feel all the pieces clicking together. Somehow, this all had to do with those relics at the museum. The jizz was being drawn toward it. There had to be something going on...underneath...

The hot little mouth gave one last lick to the reporter's clean and spotless pussy, and asked another question. Once again, Lois found herself agreeing without listening.