Epilogue: What Does A Woman Have To Do To Get A Tongue In Her Ass?

"Like, I don't get it!" Lois Lane said into the mirror of the Daily Planet's women's restroom. She pouted and squashed her breasts together in her shirt, leaned toward the glass.

"Are...are you all right, Miss Lane?" Linda Lee Danvers asked. The young blonde woman was Clark Kent's cousin, visiting the office on a break from college. Lois turned and pouted, still cupping her tits. The reporter's bleach-blonde hair and heavy makeup made for a strong contrast with the slim young woman's natural golden locks and unadorned face.

"No, I'm not alright!" Lois stomped her heel into the tile floor. "Are my boobies not big enough? Are my lips not puffy enough? Am I fat? What's wrong with me!?"

Linda swallowed heavily. She hadn't ever known Lois to be like this...and she'd never known her to be this, well, blonde. It was out of character and disconcerting. Privately, she wondered if maybe this was a situation for Supergirl...but Linda couldn't exactly change while Lois was looking right at her.

"N-nothing's wrong with you, Miss Lane!" Linda said, and **** a smile. "What makes you think that?"

"Because I've been slutting it up all day, and not one woman will put her tongue up my ass!" The reporter's voice had crept up a notch or two into the territory of shrill distress. "What's wrong with me? Something has to be wrong...I...I just..."

Tears filled those big violet eyes. "I just want to feel something back there, you know? And the dildo's not cutting it, I need something warm...alive..."

She let go of her tits and grabbed Linda into a close hug, warm tears soaking into the young woman's t-shirt. Privately, she asked herself what her cousin Clark would do...

"I...I'd like to help you..." Linda said, not sure if that was the right thing to say.

Lois sniffed, and raised her head to look the young woman in the eyes. "You really mean it?"

"S-sure," Linda replied. The young woman felt her butterflies in her stomach, wondering how the hell she was going to fulfill that promise. Maybe she could introduce Lois to an online dating app? There had to be plenty of nice, clean lesbians in Metropolis that were dying to eat ass. Or probably the real way to help would be to get Lois to some medical or psychological professional, since the reporter was obviously acting out-of-character and irrationally.

All of which went out of Linda's head as she felt Lois's lips pressed against her own. Nor did the young woman protest as Lois frog-marched her into one of the stalls. Almost before Linda knew what was happening, she was upside down, the back of her head hanging over the edge of the toilet. Lois Lane pulled her panties down and her skirt up, and Linda caught her breath as the freshly-shaven cunny descended...then shifted in mid-descent, so that it was the freshly cleaned and bleached asshole that settled over Linda's mouth, the reporter's soft buttcheeks pressed against the cheeks.

"Linda, you're such a lifesaver!" The blonde reporter said. "Now please, really dig in there! If I had to go another hour without someone's tongue in my ass, I was going to just die."

The secret Supergirl took a deep breath...which, she immediately reflected, might have been a mistake. If Lois hadn't recently cleaned herself out quite thoroughly, it would have been a very bad one. All smells are particulate, after all. Yet all that Linda Lee Danvers could smell was the lavender-and-pine-scented soap, and beneath that the warm mammalian smells of a healthy woman...so, gripping the toilet bowl with both hands, Linda closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue.

She had to work by touch. The supersensitive tongue could tell the difference between regular skin and the softer, pink tissue of the anus itself. Feel the tension of the muscles beneath the surface. Linda drowned out the rest of the world as she focused on the task at hand, her strong little muscle sliding up the curve of the reporter's butt to find and explore that little dimpled asshole. To Linda's surprise, the muscles were taut, strong, with no sign of hemorrhoids or little hint of scar tissue that she had half-expected to mark the anus of a true anal addict. Although Linda hadn't eaten ass before, she'd half-expected the reporter's hole to show...well, more signs of use.

Intrigued, Linda probed deeper. The asshole quivered to her touch, Lois Lane sighing in utter contentment, and then it gave way completely, letting the hot wet meat slide up into her ass, to probe around in her tunnel.

Lois took out her smartphone and began to tap at the screen, typing with her thumbs as she pounded out an article. Honestly, ever since she had died her hair blonde, it seemed like the only time she could really think was when she had someone in her ass...