Kiss And Make It Better

Warm breath blowed across Lois Lane's stinging buttocks and puffy pussy. Soft cheeks pressed against her ass, warm lips pressed against her wounded slit. Just a quick peck...and then the lips opened, and a lascivious tongue slipped out to slurp at the reporter's cunt. Lois quivered, half ready to scream or moan...and then the woman withdrew.

And the next took her place.

Lois could feel the room heat up as the women got into the spirit of the act. Soft moans and wet schlupping sounds told her that some of her new "sisters" weren't willing to wait. Those who were first in line were the most eager, nipping at the reporter's labia, pinching her clitoris, sticking a finger tip into her pussy and pulling gently so they could slide their tongue deep inside Lois Lane's twat.

Yet for all of them, each in turn, it was just one moment, a few agonizing seconds of play, and then they were gone, probably draw down into kisses and caresses, because Lois could ear them now all around her. So Lois remained blindfolded and on her knees, butt in the air, feeling the heat build up inside her body. Wondering if this was the extent of the initiation, and perhaps hoping secretly for...something more.

The reporter lost count of how many times her pussy had been kissed or licked, but she thought it must have been fifteen or twenty. The last few were taking longer at their ministrations and bolder liberties. Lois gasped as a tongue slid over her asshole, a first in her experience, and again when a woman pressed her lips against her taint, the up lip just touching the rim of her sphincter, the bottom lip just touching the bottom of her vagina, the tongue swirling in between for what seemed like an entire minute.

Most of them, however, seemed fixated at lapping at the reporter's cunt, leaving trails of slimy saliva behind. The reporter could feel her pussy absolutely sopping, and wasn't sure how much of that was natural lubrication of the combined spit of the society of lesbians she had apparently joined. Yet no matter how excited she got, Lois never slid over the edge into orgasm; the clit-lickers seemed to know just how far to stimulate her to prolong her sexual suffering.

It was during one such long cunt-bath that Lois felt strong, warm hands lift her chin...and something pressed against her mouth.