Her Tongue Slips Down

She just wants me to lick her taint, Lois told herself, as her tongue ran down over the small, soft patch of skin between anus and vagina. That's all. Still not gay. Totally not gay. I'd lick a guy's taint, guys lick a woman's taint, it's totally am omnisexual activity.

Her tongue ran over the spot, over and over, from the little ridge that marked the base of the pussy to the pink pucker of her asshole and back again, her nose buried between those soft, thick cheeks, desperately trying to reaffirm her fading heterosexuality. Lois Lane had gone her entire life as a straight woman.

I can't be gay, she told herself. I don't even like...gay things!

The reporter's tongue slipped lower...and slid into something else, something warm and wet, muscular and salty, sour and yet...

Oh fuck, Lois felt her own pussy dribble as Maria gave off a soft, heartfelt moan. The reporter's heart thundered in her breast as the sound turned gears in her head that she had never known. Her tongue pressed further in, and Lois kept telling herself it was only a slip of the tongue, she wasn't eating pussy, she wasn't a lesbian, she wasn't...

The reporter's mouth was practically engulfing the warm slit now, tongue pressing deep inside, exploring the inner world of Maria's anatomy. The young woman was moaning, hips twitching, forcing her ass and pussy against the naked reporter's face. Lois Lane's hands gripped the meaty thighs before her and held on for dear life as Maria suddenly pushed herself up and back, forcing Lois down onto her back...

...with Maria sitting on her face, grinding her pussy against Lois Lane's mouth.

The reporter's body nearly exploded, pussy shivering, nipples so hard they hurt.

...I'm so fucking gay, Lois Lane realized, as she sucked at the pussy on top of her.