Eat Her Out

Lois licked her lips as she caught a flash of Lana's bald slit. She placed a hand under the red-head's skirt. A pleasant heat radiated through her palm, and up to the tip of her middle finger, where a small damp stain appeared.

"Alright, Lana," she said with a smile. "I suppose you deserve a little something for your silence."

Lana smiled and stepped forward into the stall. She pulled up her skirt, and Lois could see that the bright pint clitoris was already out of its hood, topped by bright orange landing strip. Lois pulled her close, and ran her tongue around the hard nub of flesh. She let herself drool a little, though Lana seemed wet enough, and cupped her left hand under her chin to cut the excess before it hit the floor.

Lois raised her chin, mouth agape, got to work. No foreplay, this, but just driving her tongue as far up into Lana's cleft as she could go. Felt herself shiver as her teeth almost caught the woman's labia, but focused on breathing through her nose...and pressed on, beginning a fast swirl in the depths.

Lana groaned. "Jeez Lois..." he said, tone querulous as the tip of her tongue further into the warm, wet tunnel. She drooled freely for a moment as she kept up the tongue-thrashing, Lana Lang's clitoris almost going up her nostril...and then her attention was focused to the other end.

A probing, saliva-covered finger tapped against Lana's asshole. The red-head had her eyes closed, but they flew open, the pale blue orbs staring down into Lois' eyes as the spit-slicked digit circled once, twice...and then plunged in to the warm depths. Just like that, Lana Lang was being filled from both ends.

"Lois, I never...I never.."

Lois kept up the pressure with her tongue. Her finger was only in up to the second joint, and she left it there for the moment, to let Lana get used to its presence. She withdrew her tongue in a long lick which ended with her closing her lips on Lana's clit. The red-head moaned as Lois' tongue played with the sensitive nub...and slowly pressed a second finger against the edge of Lana's asshole, until it slid in next to the other one.

Almost unconsciously, Lana had begun to shift her hips as Lois' fingered her asshole. Lois smiled and let go of the redhead's clit to tongue her pussy again, and Lana moaned as she began to grind her pussy against the reporter's face, humping the warm tongue that squirmed in her depths.

Lois closed her eyes. The rhythm and sensations had caused her to retreat into her own little world, focused entirely on her body. Her fingers were pistoning in and out of Lana's ass now, stretched her and then retreated, only to **** its way in again. Her tongue felt almost trapped in Lana's hot depths, and she felt the woman's discharge, which would slip down her throat; the redhead's bucking, in and out, made Lois feel like she was fucking the other woman with her own mouth. The womanly scent of her filled Lois' nostrils every time Lana pushed her nose into his crotch. Leg muscles burned from the position she was in.

It could have been five minutes, or an hour. She had completely lost track of time, totally in the moment. Part of her wanted to stay like that forever...but everything ends.