End: Lois Gets The Cunt

Water cascaded down. The reporter felt the suds washed away...and something seemed to go with them. A weight, maybe. She opened her eyes, staring through golden strands of hair. The world seemed a little brighter, a little more uncomplicated.

The newborn blonde looked up at the naked woman who had been washing her. Hard muscle and bone, small breasts with pink nipples and not a trace of fat. A shaved, hairless pussy with a long hood out of which hung the biggest clitoris Lois had ever seen. It actually hung over her cleft like the tip of a pinkie finger, fat and soft.

"Angie," Lois asked. No more of that cotton candy sensation. If anything her mind felt free...uncluttered. No thoughts of tomorrow or yesterday. She didn't worry anymore about her assignment, or what had just happened before she had come in here. Missing women or supervillains. The Daily Planet or Superman. Her pussy seemed to pulse. Nipples hard. "Can I eat your pussy?"

"Of course," the woman said. Strong hands with slim fingers were brushing through her hair. "I do so love blondes."

Lois Lane's fingertips were wrinkled as she grabbed Blaze's ass. Seated on her bath stool, she brought her mouth against those netherlips like a nun taking mass for the first time. Her belly tingled, pussy ached. Tongue slid into the warm cleft, her upper lip caught on the dangling clitoris.

"You know," Angelica said. "There are plenty of women that will pay good money to have their pussies eaten."

The blonde was barely listening. She was suckling gently on that monstrous clit, coaxing it into hardness. The salty taste of the woman's pussy was answering some deep need inside of her. Lois squeezed the ass, kissed and suckled the cunt, alternating between salty, juicy depths and that sensitive clit, now hard and nearly an inch long.

"A complete lesbian slut like you could make a living, eating pussy. You have a good body, maybe you'll do a few photoshoots. Lots of pretty models like a little girl-on-girl action..."

Lois was panting, the excitement building inside of her. Angelica Blaze's words hammered into her brain, and all the thoughts that would normally get in the way—the fears, the concerns, the cautions—none of that seemed to be there. It just sank into her brain.

"...and if they want a little more, well, I'm sure we can come to an arrangement for the right price."

Blaze shuddered, hands pressing Lois Lane's face against her cunt. Lois lapped eagerly, **** to bring her lover, her pimp, her cunt to a messy climax with her mouth, to taste those juices, to feel them splash across her face, to be bathed in the scent of pussy.

Somewhere, perhaps, in the great multiverse and the depths of hypertime, Lois Lane had escaped this fate. Had rescued the missing women and herself. Fought or fucked her way to victory. Yet for this Lois Lane, whose life was soon to spiral into an orgy of lesbianism and prostitution, perhaps there was victory of a different sort. For there were few Lois Lanes who were as simply happy with their lot than this cunt-licking blonde bombshell, who was about to take Metropolis by storm...

...but that is a different story. For Lois Lane, her night out is over, and a new adventure is at hand.