Making Lois Orgasm

"Hold it there," Circe told Lois Lane. "Can you feel it?"

"Yes," Lois wasn't sure where this was going, but she could definitely feel the ivory wand resting against some electric point inside of her.

"Good. I will stimulate you—raise the power inside. You need to focus on destroying that wall." The sorceress pointed Lois toward a wall perpendicular to the one she had entered from. "It isn't very thick...just imagine it dissolving, fading away."

The reporter wasn't sure to make of those instructions. Then she felt the warm, slim fingers of the old woman move off her hand and brush against her clit. Lois instinctively tried to shy away—only to smack her ass into Circe's hips. The woman's fingers returned, rubbing softly at the reporter's button.

"Let me help you," the older woman said soothingly. "We need to work together on this. Focus on that image in your mind's eye. I'll help you raise the power, but only you can direct it."

Against her better judgment, Lois decided if she was going to do this, she had to trust the witch. So the reporter let her body relax, leaning a little against her body as those dextrous, knowing fingers rubbed her clit in little circles, first slowly, then with gently increasing speed.

Heat built up inside Lois, the wand held against that electric spot inside of her, the intensity building moment by moment as Circe played with her pussy. The reporter tried to focus on making the wall in front of her go away. Meat burning and crisping, brick and earth collapsing. She closed her eyes and could still see and feel it...Circe was right, it was only a couple feet of material, and beyond that, some sort of space, like a room or corridor.

Circe's hand slid up to cup the reporter's left tit, squeezing gently. The tandem **** made Lois shudder, the power building inside of her, almost too much to bear. The reporter had felt like this seldom in her life, and never with another person. Orgasms just came so rarely, and yet the sorceress seemed able to play her body like a fiddle, bringing Lois to terrible heights...hips shifting, breath coming in pants.

Focus Lane! she told herself. The wall...the wall dissolving...breaking...b-bursting...

The climax struck suddenly, unexpectedly, Circe's fingers pinching her nipple, pressing hard against her clit...and the moment Lois felt her peak, something seemed to flow out of her, straight ahead, the image of the collapsing wall suddenly sharp and clear in her mind's eye.

There was a roar and a puff of hair, as though staring into an oven. Behind her, Circe coughed gently.

"Well done," the sorceress said. "It's been a long time for you, hasn't it?"

Lois opened her eyes. The wall was...gone. Brick and rubble covered the floor, but beyond it was a hallway in brown-red brick, lit by small electric bulbs.

"Now," Circe slid her hand down to the one holding the wand in the reporter's crotch. "If you'd return my property?"