End: The Is Over...But The Urge Remains

With some effort, Lois Lane pinned the book to the floor beneath her kettlebell. It lay still, and the reporter kept her distance from it as her body calmed down. The shakes came, and the nausea, the familiar aftermath of an adrenaline spike. On legs that felt weak and knock-kneed, she made her way into the kitchen, to splash cold water on her face, to pool it in her cupped hands and slurp it down her throat, to let it run down her breasts...to let her wet hands rub between her legs...

If she tried, Lois could still taste that tangy pussy on her lips.

The reporter snapped out of it. She shivered, and went back into the bedroom, as much to confirm to herself that the book was still where she left it as anything else. It was. Very deliberately, the reporter slipped on a robe...the thin black one, embroidered with dragons. Cinched it tight around her waist and headed back to the kitchen.

There was a bottle of vodka in the freezer, and Lois pulled it out. The first slug she took straight from the neck of the bottle. The next couple of fingers she poured into a small glass as the liquor burned its way down to her stomach. Anything to get that taste out of her mouth. To fight off the influence of the book as it lingered in her brain.

She sipped slowly, deliberately...and then, when she felt calm once more, Lois Lane picked up the phone and made a call.

Lois Lane told herself she wasn't calling Superman because he was **** to magic...but that wasn't it, not exactly. The reporter sipped her vodka, even though she knew she should take it easy, because she needed something to calm her nerves. To fight the strange images that seemed to crop up unbidden from the depths of her consciousness.

It can be almost impossible to not think about something. The very act of trying to avoid a line of thought brings it to mind. Lois sought to distract herself for a moment on her smartphone, but she could feel her thoughts get away from her...a slip of a finger and she was off onto a favorite porn site, and an accidental click sent her down into the lesbian offerings...sleek, fit women who moved against one another like lionesses at play, hungry mouths closed on their prey and sucked at stiff nipples and clits, delved into deep chasms between their thighs...

There was a flash of light as a portal opened in Lois Lane's kitchen. Three figures stepped through...three goddesses in human form. Lois smiled and raised her glass in a toast at Zatanna, Wonder Woman, and Power Girl.

"Ladies," Lois said. "Thank you for coming."

Power Girl smirked, and for a moment Lois thought she had a rejoinder...but instead, she picked up the bottle, sniffed at it, and took a swig.

"Good stuff."

"The book is in the bedroom," Lois said. "Under the kettlebell."

Zatanna and Wonder Woman set off to secure it. Power Girl found a clean glass and sat down at the table with Lois.

"How are you?" Power Girl said. "Zatanna said you sounded...out of sorts."

The reporter frowned. "It...got inside my head. I think it unlocked some things I've...repressed. Feelings. For women."

The busty blonde nodded. "You know studies have shown all women are a little bisexual right? It's nothing weird or unnatural. It doesn't have to change who you are, if you are a little...curious. I mean, you haven't done anything yet, right? Not with a real woman, I mean."

Power Girl poured some vodka in both of their glasses. They clinked them together.

"No, not with a real person. I mean, I'd almost be scared to," Lois admitted. "Unless it was someone I...knew."

Wonder Woman emerged, the book in her hands. It was bound in a set of black chains that Lois didn't recognize.

"We've got it. Are you ready, Kara?" Zatanna asked.

"I think I'll stick around a bit. Keep Lois company. Make sure nobody comes looking for the book. You can go ahead. I'll find my own way back."

The two heroines nodded...and one incantation later, they were gone. Lois let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding as the book vanished from her life, hopefully for good.

"So..." Power Girl said, and raised one eyebrow. "Want to play spin the bottle?"

Lois snorted. "Is it that obvious?"

"Lois Lane, I have to work with those gorgeous bitches. You think I don't imagine burying my tongue in that every day? Please." The blonde's smile was wide, the teeth perfect and white. "But seriously, we're grown women. You shouldn't bottle it up inside. Eat my pussy tonight. And I'll eat yours. Maybe that'll get it out of your system...and maybe not. But at least you'll know."

The reporter slammed the last of the vodka. She felt light-headed now, as she always did when she drank too much, too fast...and a part of her wondered if this wasn't the lingering influence of that book. Another, more urgent part of her didn't care. Lois Lane stood up, uncinched the robe, and let it fall to the floor. She licked her lips.

"Okay," she said, as she reached over to touch the blonde's broad, muscular shoulders. "I'd like that."

So they went into the bedroom. Powergirl undid her cape and laid it on the dresser. Her boots and gloves came next. Then she peeled herself out of the unitard...and when Lois Lane saw the breasts pop free, with their little pink nipples, she realized she was drooling. Power Girl didn't seem to mind. In fact, as a blush slowly spread across her cheeks, it seemed to Lois that she enjoyed the attention.

"You know, it's been an awfully long time since I've gotten the chance to sit on anyone's face," she said.

Which is how Lois Lane's night out finally ended...thighs that could crack mountains on either side of her ears, tongue flicking over the pink button of Power Girl's clit, the heroine gasping and moaning as her hips shifted, to rub that pussy in the reporter's face...and perhaps all's well that cums well, and as her lover bucked and moaned, Lois was determined to make Kara cum very well indeed.