Kiss It Better

"I...didn't mind what you were doing before," the young woman said, face flushed with embarrassment. "If you want to do that again."

"Of course, Kara!" Lois said, putting as much enthusiasm as she could manage into her voice. "There's no need to be shy about it. I want to make you feel good, after all. Let's just get you ready..."

Which is how Supergirl ended up facedown on Lois Lane's bed, legs spread in a perfect V, while the Daily Planet's greatest reporter gently rinsed out the last of the lube with a soft, wet cloth.

"Have you...ever heard of tossing salads?" Lois asked.

The heroine's blush deepened to a florid crimson, and she nodded.

"I have some chocolate syrup. If you want me to do that too you. I mean, if you don't, that's fine, I just thought that..."

"No...that sounds...nice," Kara managed.

"We can stop anytime. If it hurts, or if it's uncomfortable, or if it's too weird..." Lois dashed off to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of Hershey's chocolate syrup. Supergirl was almost quivering with excitement.

"Spread your cheeks for me, please," Lois said. "This is going to make a bit of a mess..."

Supergirl reached back and grabbed her asscheeks. She pulled, and the little pink sphincter, puffy from its recent ****, spread and opened slightly. Lois aimed the chocolate syrup right toward it and squeezed...and the dark brown goo hit the rim and immediately began to drip. The reporter moved it in a little spiral, covering as much of it as she could, and despite her qualms about making a mess, got it goopy and sloppy so that she couldn't even see the asshole anymore.

Lois put the half-empty bottle away. Her own stomach was erupting with butterflies. She had never tossed anyone's salad before, and yet here she was.

"It's cool," Kara said. "Kind of nice, actually."

The reporter's hands grabbed Supergirl's asscheeks to maintain the tension, and the heroine took the hint and let go.

Here we go, Lois thought, heart racing as she lowered her head and buried her face in Supergirl's ass.

It was different than before. The chocolate syrup overwhelmed any other flavor. It was like drowning in a chocolate sundae for a moment, Lois simply slurping up the chocolatey goodness...and then the reporter was moving on instinct, tongue running all over the ass as though she were licking brownie batter out of a bowl. A living, breathing bowl that shivered at the speed and eagerness of the reporter's lapping tongue and hot lips.

Less than a minute to clear away all the brown sweetness on the pale cheeks, and then she was left with the asshole itself. Lois stuffed her face between those cheeks and let her tongue delve down into Supergirl's chocolate mine.

It wasn't scientific, there was no skill involved. Just the swirl of the tongue, running round and round, delving a little deeper into the tight hole...because it was still tight, even though Supergirl's adventure with Excalibur had loosened her up slightly, and Lois Lane's tongue was delving deeper than before, still chasing after the sweet taste of chocolate, but tasting other flavors too...Kara's flavors, salty and bitter and sweet all mixed together...and so engrossed was Lois that she nearly missed what Supergirl was saying.