Chapter 19 by Zeebop

How does Lois answer?

Lois Buries Her Face In Oracle's Pussy

Lois Lane's tongue dipped into the tart crevice, slurped up and over Oracle's urethra, the reporter's top lip closing on the buried little clitoris and sucking softly—Lois Lane may not have eaten much pussy in her life, but she had thought about it more than a little. Now was her chance, to put into practice all the things she had liked when others licked her own pussy...and Oracle combed her fingers through the reporter's dark hair, massaging the scalp, subtly guiding her new trainee.

"You're going to learn to eat pussy better than that!" The redhead said. "It's an absolutely essential crimefighting skill. Isn't that right, Spoiler?"

"That's right!" The blonde said. She had three fingers in the reporter's cunny and was pulling it gently down. "Although she certainly has potential...I think I can get my other hand in her twat."

"Batgirls need this kind of **** sexual training," Oracle said, her face flushed, using her hand to guide the reporter's head up and down, faster and harder, forcing Lois Lane's tongue deep for a moment and then moving her up. While the paraplegic woman couldn't move her hips or legs, she was more than used to making up for her disability. "That's how we got the drop on Poison Ivy."

The plant-based villain, for her part, was mewling like a hungry kitten, her green pussy juice smeared on the clear wall. Unable to reach to touch herself with her hands bound, unable to escape, and with no plants to cajole and control, Ivy was soaking in her own pheromones, driven lust-mad at the sight of Lois Lane's indoctrination into the Bat-family.

"But you should know, Lois," Oracle huffed. "There's a...hierarchy...among the Batgirls. As the new girl, you're the low woman on the totem pole. It'll be the job of your big sisters to train you...stretch your holes...combat training...physical fitness..."

"Toilet duty," a soft voice broke in...and Lois half-turned from Oracle's pussy to see who had spoken.