Lois Takes The Lead

Lois Lane looked at Maria...and the woman was naked now, no clothes at all, standing there nude and unselfconscious, with her wide hips and soft breasts. The reporter's breath caught in her throat as her gaze dropped down over the soft curve of the belly to the little strip of red hair pointing to the barmaid's slit.

Her cock throbbed. It seemed like all of her adult life, Lois had heard that phrase, but she never knew what it meant, until now. The skin was stretched so tight that it hurt, the pulse of her heart causing the stiff prick to bob up and down, strange new instincts pulling her forward.

"Maria..." The reporter's hands grasped the young woman's upper arms, harder than she meant to. Steered the unresisting barmaid toward the hospital bed. There was a smell, achingly familiar, salty and slightly fishy, and Lois could almost taste it...her cock hurt but she didn't want to hurt Maria. The barmaid's ass bumped into the bed, and she clambered up, legs spread...

"It...it's okay, Lois." Maria gasped. "I'm glad it's you. D-don't worry about the hymen. I...took care of that."

"Just...just relax," Lois Lane said aloud, not sure whether she was addressing Maria or herself. Carefully, the reporter knelt down, bringing her head between the young woman's knees. "I'm a woman. I know what you need."

There was a moment of claustrophobia, as Lois pressed her head between those soft thighs. Unable to see what she was doing, she had to guide herself by touch and taste, tongue probing, seeking...yes, there was the warm, thick fold of the outer labia, the little indentation of the clitoral hood with its soft prize inside, and below, tongue squirming, heat building on her face...

Lois lapped at the cunt. Virgin pussy, regardless of whether Maria had broken her own hymen or not, because the reporter could feel the young woman shiver as her tongue roamed and explored the folds, rimming the small depression that was the opening to her vagina. She worked up her saliva, slathering the pussy as freely as possible, everything short of just spitting in it.

Maria is going to be tight, she needs to be wet... Lois knew, remembering her own far-off first fuck. Wishing that the young man who had broken her cherry had paid such attention to her, knowing what it had been like trying to cram his eager prick in dry, the roughness and pain... I'll spare her that. Make her feel good.

There was no rush. Lois took her time, bringing her hands up to gently massage Maria's thighs, feeling her own cock fit to burst. She couldn't get the image out of her head, of plunging it into the hot slit before her. All she could smell and taste was Maria's pussy, the little strip of hair tickling her nose, her hot breath brushing against the shaved pudenda, juices dripping down her chin...and eventually she became aware of the young woman's panting, and that was when she knew.

Lois pulled her face away, resisting the urge to lick her sticky chin. She stood up, the shadow of her cock falling over Maria's crotch.

"It's time." The reporter said.