Tender Loving Care

Infection progressing ahead of schedule. The artificial voice announced. Luthor stared at the screen. Overall body temperature was elevated, but the reporter's sexual organs glowed bright red in the simulation.

"Let me know when we can hit the lights," the bald man said. "And the alien?"

Superman is currently outside Earth orbit. Probability of intercept is low.

"Not low enough," he gruffed. Luthor tapped his microphone. "Maria. Accelerate the schedule."

In the bathroom, Lois felt nauseous, her empty stomach turned itself over in knots. Limbs were shaky, weak—and the reporter was sure that she had a fever. This was something more than a couple of drinks—Lois felt like she was in the grip of the flu. None of which caught her attention as much as the strong, skinny barmaid that had just peeled back her pants.

To Lois' fevered flesh, the hands that suddenly grabbed her ass were cold to the touch. Discoordinated as she was, the Daily Planet's star reporter was unable to muster much response as her ass was lifted up, Maria planting those pale thighs on top of her shoulders. By the time she was able to voice a protest, Lois felt the hot breath huff onto her muff...felt rivulets run down the back of her thighs to drip into the toilet below.

Lois grabbed onto Maria's head, tried to push her back—and then Maria pushed forward, her lips locked on Lois' clit, and the reporter's thighs clamped together on the intruder.

The sudden suction on Lois' engorged clitoris ended, replaced with a soft, firm probing. A moan ripped from her lips as she felt the tongue quest around, going deep for a few moments before Maria brought it out to lap at her labia. The rougher tip of the tongue gently ran along Lois taint, a single long slow lick back up to the clit, which Maria teased and twirled before the suction started again. All the while, Lois felt those strong hands dig into her ass, gently but firmly kneading the flesh.

Then Maria released her clit, and began again. Lois huffed, eyes fever-bright, her hands now pressing on Maria's head as if to drive the tongue deeper. The laps were slower this time, interspersed by kisses, then sped up into a faster rhythm, Maria's pink organ flicking in and out of Lois' cunt in a pulse-pounding tongue-fuck.

Lois arched her back, and Maria shifted, letting Lois rest on the toilet seat. One hand rested on Lois' stomach, to steady her. The other came up to the reporter's face, a back-handed caress. Lois panted and turned away, but the hand was persistent, fingers groped at her mouth—and Lois snapped at them.

"Easy baby, easy," Maria said. Her ministrations stopped for a moment. Lois looked down at her sticky chin, the smear of lipstick. "You're feeling better, aren't ya? I'm just trying to help. Here, let me show you." Lois watched Maria stick two of her own fingers into her mouth, and start to suck them. A wet, sloppy slurp, in and out, in and out... then she started to alternate it with her thumb, until half her hand was gooey with her own saliva. When Maria was done, she held the wet fingers and smiled.

The head bobbed down, back between Lois' legs. She felt the pressure on her clit again, more intense than before...and she felt a sudden intrusion as two slick, hard fingers delved into her pussy, and began to piston in and out.

Lois brought her hand up to her mouth to muffle her scream.