Lois Protests...A Little...

"Okay, hold on, we just met and ohhhh..." Lois Lane's protest died as her lips pursed into an O of wonder.

It had been a long time for Lois Lane. With work, and her secret pining for the Man of Steel, Lois hadn't exactly been focused on dating. It had been nine months since she had gone to bed with anyone. More than a year since anyone had eaten her out. She hadn't fooled around with another woman since a drunken party at university, when seven minutes in Heaven had turned into forty-five minutes of ****-fueled fumbling and a semester of embarrassment.

None of which prepared her for Kallisto's tongue sliding up her labia, the strong lips closing on the reporter's clitoral hood and gently sucking. A warm flutter stirred in the reporter's stomach, and she felt her ass clenching, line of thought suddenly sidetracked...and seeing no resistance, Kallisto continued her attack.

A finger pushed gently past the reporter's lower lips as Kallisto's tongue flicked swiftly across the reporter's little bean. Lois gasped again as it pushed inside her pussy...not deep, not hard, not fucking her with her finger like a man would do it. No, Kallisto tugged gently at the reporter's pussy as her tongue and lips slid down, pushing past the outer labia to explore the reporter's internal anatomy, up and down the sensitive inner labia, always returning to her clit, that strong finger pulling gently, side to side and down, the pressure stretching the reporter's cunny in ways she had never felt before.

"Great Caesar's ghost," Lois huffed. "What are you doing to me?"

Kallisto stood up then, juices dripping down her chin, smiling wide. her finger stayed inside Lois Lane's pussy, but the face pressed close to Lois Lane's own. The reporter could smell her own pussy on the other woman's breath.

"Caesar...great warrior. But not a woman. To be a woman...and a warrior...isn't that better? Women are so strong. You are so strong. I saw it, in the fight. But I can make you stronger..."

Lois Lane's mouth was half open, tasting the sweat and pussy juice in the air, body shaking with arousal...or adrenaline. Her head spun, suddenly dizzy. All of this was wrong somehow, but it felt so right...and then, in that moment of confusion, Kallisto struck again.