Lois Suckles Her Teats

Lois Lane wasn't listening. All of her attention was drawn to those big, prominent pink teats, smack dab in the center of those fat, swollen sacks. An erotic hunger ran through her. The reporter lifted the right tits, so big and heavy, soft and pliable in her hands...like an overfilled balloon, struggling in her grip, overflowing her palms. She couldn't even encircle the base of the tits with both hands...but she squeezed...

Four white streams launched out, spraying Lois Lane's own enhanced chest. Acting on instinct, the reporter opened her mouth and glommed onto the topmost nipple, sucking hard. Warm, rich milk filled her mouth, the nipple thick as the head of a small cock between her lips.

Maria moaned, long and low and loud.

It was a sound of utter relief, of the lessening of burdens, of fulfillment of purpose.

It was a moo.

Lois sucked, swallowing mouthful after mouthful. Maria's hands came up to support the reporter's head and hug her close. Within not too many minutes, no more milk came from the nipple. The busty reporter opened her mouth, panting...and Maria gently moved her head down to the next nipple. Immediately, Lois latched on again.

Her hand stole down to rub between her legs as she suckled, lost in the weirdly erotic sensation of drinking from another woman. Briefly, Lois wondered if this was some oral fetish, some mommy-complex from not breastfeeding long enough from her own mother. But then the second teat ran dry, and Maria moved Lois down to the next...

The nipple-ring clinked between her teeth. She had forgotten about the kryptonite.