Maria's Pussy

Lois had never eaten pussy before. Unexpectedly caught in this situation, she extended her tongue almost tentatively, and ran it in a long slow lick from the barmaid's clit up to her perineum. The taste was less unpleasant than she had thought—the had expected it to be like urine, but it was closer to a kiss, the subtle flavor of her...and it was warm, so warm on her tongue. Lois felt Maria shiver, and began to lick faster, harder.

Lois inched forward, and breathed in Maria's scent. Her hands gripped the fleshy orbs of the barmaid's ass, and pulled them apart. The reporter reached out her tongue, let the tip play on the clit. Maria shuddered, but her hips held steady as Lois ran his tongue slowly upwards over her labia. The barmaid's juices had a slightly vinegary taste, which seemed to merge with the heady smell of her sex in the reporter's head.

Nor did she stop when her tongue reached the end of the barmaid's pussy, and ran her rough tongue over the sensitive taint...and then back up, to latch on to her clit and suck.

She paid special attention to the clit, the little round nub which was still half-hidden in its hood. Worked to pry open the labia with the tip of her tongue, to explore the hot, wet world within. Lois began to get into it, thinking back to articles she'd read, clips of porn she'd seen...and what she had felt, when Maria had gone down on her. She reached up with her hands and grabbed the barmaid's buttocks thighs and almost pulled the girl onto her mouth, nose brushed against her asshole, and began to do the alphabet trick... Hot wet flesh squeezed her tongue, which swirled around inside. Maria, for her part, began to shift her hips, to encourage the intruding tongue even deeper into her depths.

Lois opened her jaw as wide as it could go, and pulled Maria onto her face. Her tongue stretched deep into the woman, she drew it in and out. She could hear the barmaid moan as the reporter fucked her pussy with her tongue.

"That's right...dig in there..." Maria groaned, and Lois could feel the barmaid rubbing her clit, the little vibration, the occasional way a fingernail would stroke the reporter's chin. She didn't care, focused as she was on the movement of her tongue in the woman's tight cunt, the shape and heat and texture of it, every little nub and cranny, and as Maria responded to it, her loans growing louder and more insistent, Lois felt herself getting wet again...turning Maria on was turning Lois on.

Unbidden, a flood of fluids splattered over the reporter, whose tongue was crammed as deep as it would go in the barmaid's hot hole. She felt the bittersweet hot liquid gush over her, and instinctively swallowed as the Maria's squeals hit a crescendo.

Downstairs

"Dammit, what is taking her?" Lex cursed. The cameras in the bathroom couldn't make out what was happening, though he knew neither Maria or Lois Lane had left. He switched channels on the internal comms. "Mercy, something is wrong. Get Miss Lane to the next stage of the proceedings." He settled back in his chair.