Give In

It must be the kryptonite. Lois Lane told herself, as she let her knees be pried open.

I'm not really like this. She bit her lower lip as the other woman's warm breath brushed her pussy.

I'm...I'm not a lesbian! Her brain screamed in protest as that warm pink tongue dipped into her depths.

...and then for long moments Lois' rationalization ceased as she tossed back her head and let herself get eaten out.

Like many women, Lois liked oral sex, and rarely received it. Very rarely from anyone that knew what they were doing. Oh, may men boasted of their oral sex skills, but few of them had any idea how to really please a woman...a few seconds of licking, trying to tongue-fuck her slit, ignoring the clitoris, the labia...enthusiasm only goes so far before diver's tongue sets in, and Lois had lost count of how many nights she had been frustrated, on edge, unable to climax, and her lovers still wanting her to suck them off and either swallow or cum on her face.

Now though...oh, Mercy was anything but quick. She was thorough. Her tongue slid along every crease of Lois' inner lips, tickled her urethra until the reporter though she would squirt in the young woman's mouth, and finally settled on gently sucking on Lois' clitoris while two fingers gently teased the opening to her vagina.

Lois wanted to squeal. She wanted to burst. Her heart throbbed, breath panted, nipple hard as rocks on breasts that heaved, hips shuffling as if encouraging Maria even further in her ministrations...and all through it all, Lois realized she couldn't think at all about hard, stiff cocks or solid, muscled chests...but what she wanted to do to the other woman. How Lois wanted to please her. Taste her. Tease her. Feel her squirm under her fingers and...and...

The reporter placed a hand on the other woman's head, and gently drew her face up.

"Maria..." she began, then gathered her courage. "...I want to do something for you."