End: Lois Gets Her Cunt Filled

Angie Blaze's soapy hands grabbed the reporter under the armpits. She pulled Lois to her feet, and pressed the naked reporter against the walls, Lois raising her hands at the last minute, so that her palms and tits pressed against the wet tile of the shower.

A soapy hand ran down the crack of the reporter's ass...and cupped her pussy from behind.

"What do you like, Lois?" Angie asked her. The reporter was gasping in the steam of the shower room. The heat had increased until it was like a sweat lodge.

"Pussy," Lois said. It was like trying to think her way through a lavender-scented cloud. "I like pussy."

Four fingertips drew together and pressed against the reporter's cleft. Lois pushed at the wall. Her legs were trembling. The soap made the fingers slippery, and her cunny was sore, but the more Blaze rubbed it, the better it felt.

"That's right. And what do you not like?"

"M-men," Lois said as the fingers pushed forward. The naked reporter grit her teeth, body broiling in the shower now, **** to feel those fingers slide deeper into her pussy.

"That's right. No men. No cocks. This poon is for women only. Is that right?"

Lois groaned as the fingers slid deeper inside of her. She could feel her wet, slick cunt spreading as they approached the knuckles. So wide...and yet Lois felt an aching emptiness inside of her, a throbbing need deep in her cunt for more.

"No men," the reporter repeated. Then the words floated up out of the pink cloud in her brain. "No Supermen."

"Good. Very good," Blaze pushed forward...Lois braced herself and pushed back...and with a shivering cry the reporter felt the woman's hand sink into her cunny-half way, the thumb folded up into the palm. Gently, Angie began to push and pull, never fully retracting her fist or pushing it much deeper, just moving it backwards and forwards to loosen Lois up.

"You're a lesbian, Lois. A dyke. A carpet-munching, cunt-eating, pussy-licker. Say it."

"I...I'm a lesbian," Lois repeated. The words seemed to soak into her brain, and the reporter had difficulty concentrating. Blaze's free hand wrapped around the naked woman to rub her slim belly, spreading the tingling, sudsy soap, the lavender smell invading the reporter's brain.

"I'm a lesbian...I'm a lesbian...I'm a lesbian..."

Over and over, like a mantra. The hand working its way a little deeper into her cunny with each repetition.

"A dyke," Angie said.

"Dyke," Lois swallowed, gulping in steam. "I'm a lesbian. I'm a dyke. I'm a lesbian. I'm a dyke."

The repetition kept up for a long time. Lois wasn't sure how long. Her fingertips had pruned, sweat was running down her sides, she was light-headed from the steam, and Blaze's hand was in her cunt to the wrist, twisting around inside, sometimes pulling until it threatened to pop out, then pushing so deep within that Lois was afraid she was going to touch her cervix. Lois was gasping to herself...

"I'm a lesbian. I'm a dyke. I love pussy. A carpet-munching, cunt-eating, pussy-licker. I hate men. Especially cocks. I'm a lesbian, a dyke, a carpet-munch..."

Her cunt squeezed tight, and for a moment Lois couldn't breathe. Brain broken by the **** of her climax, but Angie was there, holding her as the legs went out from beneath her. She lowered Lois Lane onto her knees, and went Lois could speak again, she started over, head still spinning, pussy spasming around the fist filling her cunt.

"I'm a lesbian, a dyke, a carpet-munching, cunt-eating, pussy-licker. I love pussy. I hate cocks. I hate men. Especially supermen..."

In time, Lois could not easily count the orgasms.

Dawn came through the window. Naked in her bed, Lois rolled over. The night out at the club was a bleary memory, her clothes strewn all over the apartment floor as if dropped there. She staggered into the bathroom, feeling the drinks catching up with her, the sore muscles...it had been a long time since Lois got black-out drunk, but she knew that must have been what she had done.

On the toilet, she checked her phone. No notes from her past self about the missing women...only a nice photo of some dark-eyed woman flashing her tits and pussy. Lois paused to admire the photo. The pussy was hairless, the pink lips protruding a little. The breasts were small, with nipples like unripe strawberries. The reporter could almost imagine what they tasted like.

I love pussy, she thought, and smiled. I'm a lesbian, after all. Nothing weird with finding other women's genitalia attractive. A pussy-licking dyke...

Lois made a note that she'd have to return to the club tonight. Try and find a lead on those missing women. Or at least find her mystery woman with the strawberry nipples and cute pussy. The reporter bit her lip, finding it suddenly hard to think of anything except eating that pretty little cunt...but then she shook the cobwebs away. Her night out was over, and it was a new day.