Lois Is A Bimbo

Lois Lane blinked, and then fell backwards onto the sand. She blinked. Something had happened. It wasn't that she felt physically different, but it was so hard to...think.

"How do you feel, kitten?" Circe said. From somewhere, the lavender-haired sorceress had conjured a bottle of sunscreen.

The reporter sat there, unable to really process the question. The sun was warm. The sand against her bare butt was gritty, and threatening to creep into her cooch. She stared at Circe...the woman was squirting out white goo onto her bare breasts, and Lois felt something stir inside of her.

"Sexy!" The word came out with a note of wonder. She leaned forward, not even asking for permission as her fingers stirred the runny, warm goop and began to massage it into the pale flesh.

"Yes you are," Circe said with a smile.

Lois liked massaging the sunscreen into the woman's flesh. It didn't require any thinking. Mindless work, her strong fingers working into every inch of her, the treated flesh slick and oily, little brown nipples sticking out hard. This close, Lois could smell the other woman as well as the sunscreen. Circe smelled of wine and garlic, honest sweat and some faint lilac scent...and the sorceress was just as happy to spread the sunscreen on Lois, paying particular attention to her breasts, shoulders, ears...then down her back, hands cupping the reporter's sand-dusted ass, working the warm runny goop into the crack...and Lois felt that tickle in her pussy she got when she was horny, building up inside of her, and she wanted to touch herself and touch Circe and for them both to touch each other...

"Would you like to have intercourse?" Circe asked.

The big violet eyes blinked, brought up short. Her mouth moved, brow furrowed.

"In-inter...cuh..." Lois tried to work it out. Her eyes went a little cross-eyed, hands slowing as if unable to process the words and massage the other woman's skin at the same time.

"Fuck," Circe said, sympathetically.

"Fuck!" the bimbo said, giddily. "Want to fuck!"