Pink Kryptonite Cockring

Lois was rubbing her pussy against Maria's when the pink light played over the stall from behind her.

A sudden tingle went through her, a pins-and-needles sensation that seemed to start at the point of contact with her lover and wash upwards in a wave.

Just like that they...stopped. Lois looked at herself, confused. The heat in her body was dying down, rapidly. She looked at where she was entangled with the other naked woman and just felt...nothing. Not disgust, or revulsion, but neither did it excite her the way it did a moment ago. Lois was still horny, but now what she wanted...what she really wanted...was a cock.

Maria for her part had also stopped mid-coitus, and looked uncertain. Both women stared up at the pink light, squinting against its brightness.

Mercy Graves smiled as Lois' eyes widened in recognition. Lex Luthor's bodyguard-cum-chauffeur. Slim, boyish, all hard, toned muscle and a smile like a wolf, on those rare occasions she did show her teeth.

"Ladies," she said. Mercy had pulled up her skirt, where the bright pink light was coming from. "Looking for this?"

Mercy's cock stood out a respectable seven inches, uncut, and stood out through a hole in her pantyhose—she wore no other underwear—and around its base, biting into the flesh was a glowing ring of pink crystal. Lois and Maria both fixed their eyes on it. Just staring at the throbbing length of it, the turn purple head peaking out of the taut foreskin, was making her wet all over again.

Lois was closer, and reached up a hand to touch it. Mercy backed away, into the bathroom. "That's it, Lane." she said. "Come and get it, you little cockhound..."

Both naked women scrambled out of the stall, oblivious to all else for a moment. Part of Lois' brain struggled to make sense. There had always been times when she was in the moment, on the verge of orgasm, where she knew she was past the point of no return—when she was fucking herself or somebody else, and knew she wouldn't, couldn't stop, not even if her father had walked into the room to see her pounding her own pussy against a dildo suction-cupped to the bathroom wall, or if Perry White had caught her humping Kent in the supply closet, one leg raised as she slammed her needy cunt on and off him again and again like her toy...

She shook the images from her head, eyes focused on Mercy's dick. She didn't even know why Mercy had a cock, or what that pink light was, but she was thinking furiously, trying to control herself... and another memory floated to the surface. Kryptonite. Pink kryptonite. It had turned Superman homosexual, for a day. Lois had things, but not quite believed it...and it should only work on Kryptonians, not humans. So if Lex had found some pink K that did work on humans, why would that work on...

Maria was stumbling after Mercy, all eyes on that hard bobbing cock. Lois spared a glance at the rivulets running down the barmaid's bare legs...felt a tinge of erotic thrill at the thought of how wet that pussy must be for that throbbing shaft...

Lois wasn't homosexual, she knew. Like most women, she had the occasional fantasy, but this was as far as she'd ever gone, even counting those "experiments" in college. If the pink K inverted your sexuality...she wasn't going to be a straight whore for cock either. She'd be somewhere in the middle, that grey nebulous area of bisexuality...and that meant she didn't have to follow that hard, aching prick, to lick up that dribble of pre-cum that had just splattered against the floor, to grab that muscular pair of buttocks with both hands and fuck her face with that raging boner...

...but she really wanted to.