End: Lois Lane Is A Lesbian, And Lesbians Eat Pussy

On the floor of the elevator, Lois Lane clambered on top of Diesel. She pulled down the athleisure shorts, and the pierced, shaven pussy that awaited her made her mouth water. Big breasts pressing against the muscular dyke's hard abs, Lois pressed her face between those thighs to eat her first pussy...and pressed her pussy against Diesel's face.

Things clicked into place for Lois, as her tongue slid between the heavy rings that pierced Diesel's labia. It seemed like a kind of revelation. Why she had pursued Superman so hard, but never sealed the deal. Why she avoided close friendships with women. It was all about the performance...conformance. Of needing to fit in, of not daring to show how much she found women attractive. Not willing even to herself, until tonight and under the influence of this spell, to admit the truth.

Lois Lane was a lesbian.

The cult and the magic book seemed far away. The missing women would stay missing for another night. Lois pulled at the rings to spread Diesel's pussy wider, so that she could lick it deeper and harder. Diesel was focusing more on Lois's labia and clit, but Lois had her body pressed against the muscular dyke, and could feel the little shivers of joy that ran through her body.

Heat built up between them. Woman to woman, they became lost in the hot frenzy, and before many minutes had gone by, Diesel was bucking her hips, rubbing her pussy against the reporter's face. Lois had latched on to her clit and was sucking, nibbling at the hard little mound, her fingers pulling at the rings to make the sensations even more intense...and before Lois could cum, she felt the dyed-blonde bitch beneath her buck and moan, lost in her climax, losing the rhythm they had formed.

Which is when Lois sat up, and pressed her ass against the muscular woman's face.

The lesbian reporter ground her cunt into Diesel's jaw, the nose almost slipping up her asshole...and then the tongue came out again, as the blonde realized what was expected for her. Lois eased up, slightly, just enough so that the other woman's tongue could slip in. Her own hands were mauling Diesel's fake tits through her shirt, relishing the firmness of the silicone implants. In another life, that could have been Lois Lane's path to being a big-titted lesbian...but Lois had another path.

Reaching up, the reporter hit the emergency stop button, and the elevator lurched into life. Descending once more toward the temple.

This time, Lois was leaving with the book...and with her new friend. She licked her lips, savoring the taste of Diesel's pussy...and wondered about all the other women she knew. What they tasted like. What their desires were. What would happen if they were unleashed...like hers had been.

Lois Lane smiled to herself. She was envisioning the future, and it was a long line of tongues, fingers, breasts, asses, cunts, toys...a sexual smorgasbord that she had been denied access to for far too long.

Look out world, Lois thought to herself, because here I cum!