Kiss...Lick...Suck...Touch...

Lois Lane couldn't logically say why she was so high-strung. She wasn't homophobic, not really. Yet she couldn't relax, couldn't **** herself to calm down as she felt hot, strange lips press against her exposed butt & thighs...two women, planting little kisses, working ther way down each leg toward her pussy.

The reporter closed her eyes and started to murmur the litany...a silly survival from a childhood spent reading science fiction novels.

"I must not fear...fear is the mind-killer...fear is the little ****..."

That brought Lois up short. "Little ****" was another term for orgasm.

How did I not realize that before?

Which is when the lips reached her labia.

Lois shuddered. One of the women was licking now, the other was kissing. Lois couldn't quite imagine how they were both focusing their attention on her. Their faces must be nearly on top of each other. Something warm and wet stroked the reporter's clit...and she gave out a little gasp.

Maybe, Lois thought, The little **** IS what I fear. Maybe I don't want to orgasm...not like this. Because that would mean...I'm gay.

The reporter swallowed. Her heart hammered in her breast. She knew that wasn't true. Just because a woman brought her to orgasm didn't make her gay. It didn't mean she was a lesbian. Not unless...unless she was attracted to women. Unless she wanted women.

It isn't that I don't...find women attractive, Lois admitted to herself. She remembered how she had felt earlier in the night, and her cheeks burned. I've just...never thought of myself as gay. Really gay.

The mouths never stopped moving. The woman who had moved straight to the reporter's pussy was sucking softly on her clit now, that hot tongue swirling around the sensitive nub of flesh. The other one moved south...and Lois squirmed as she felt the tongue slather over her perineum...and then lower. The reporter's arms shook as she gripped the handlears even harder, as the tongue began to taste Lois Lane's asshole.

All of which was almost more than Lois could handle...and then she noticed something else.